#he ready to brag about ramen

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Bet Daisuke practices poses for when he gets interviewed :3c

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ATEEZ as Boyfriends (Fluffly HC ♡)

WC: 2.6k~

Warnings: slightly suggestive, brief language

SEONGHWA

•Seonghwa is so wife material •He's always worrying over you in the best ways •"Did you eat?" "Are you tired?" "Do you need anything?" •He just loves to take care of you, and h feel such a purpose to do so •He's always supportive in anything you do and he's ready to be there •Hard day? Not anymore •Seonghwa's there to break his back to treat you like a princess •He loves spoiling you and is so selfless in the relationship •But he loves when you take the time to do things for him too •If you cook for him, or even just help him with a small task he's on the verge of tears (not literally) •He's the kinda guy who hates to see you try to do anything •He'll tie your shoes, or literally carry you downstairs •He's obsessed with couple things •He won't even ne discreet about it •He'll brag about purposely getting the same color shirt or the same ice cream order •His habit with you and randomly kissing your cheek •Either one of you could be mid conversation and he'd just turn and plant one on you •His pet peeve would be you denying him of doing stuff for you or when you degrade yourself •He hates when you say "Oh you didn't have to" because in his mind, he has to, in order to prove his love •He loves you too much to hear anything bad about you •He thinks your a perfect angel and isn't afraid to tell you so •His love language is acts of service, duh •But he likes when you compliment him •He likes hearing you call him pretty or sweet •It's like a reward •Loves acting cute to you •He will suddenly baby talk you

HONGJOONG

•Hongjoong isn't big on physical affection, but with you and only you does he make exceptions •He'll hold your hand or let you hug his waist •"Whatever you want~" •Hongjoong is a bit of a jealous type •If you ever so much as compliment some other guy too much, he'll take it as a insult •If you're close to one of the guys, he'll tell them something to do and then pull you close to him •Hongjoong is a bit forgetful because of everything he has to remember for ATEEZ, so he'll forget anniversaries or birthdays •But he always finds ways to make you forget why you were mad in the first place •He's not big on PDA •But if you are, he'll let you touch him •He loves your affection and touch more than he'd care to admit •He talks about work a lot to you •Whether he's rapping a verse to you to hear your opinion, or complaining about one of the others •He's a good listener too •He'll lay on his belly over your lap while you rant, letting you use his hair as a stress relief •He loves spending time with you •Everytimehe can, he'd blow his plans and come over to your house even at 2 am •Yall get ramen and snacks from a convenience store and just talk •For hours •He hates horror movies, but he'll watch them with you •He likes to invite you to the studio, claiming it'll help him focus •But always ends up too distracted with less work done •His love language is definitely quality time •If it wasn't obvious •Anytime of day, he's ready to see you •He's always telling you that's your his favorite thing ever •He's just so sweet with you, oml •He has a habit of touching your hair, or just placing his hands on your head •FOREHEAD KISSESSSS •His pet peeve in the relationship is when you don't remind him of stuff •Like if he has forgotten something and you don't bother to remind him, it'll probably start an argument •He's always the first to apologize tho

YUNHO

•He's just hot •Yall would totally be an IT couple •The couple everyone wants to be, and is definitely jealous of •He's really mature so having a slightly immature girlfriend would be cute to him •Height difference is so precious to him as well •He loves to hug you from behind and put his chin on your head while you cook or even just talk to someone •He's really trusting so I don't see him getting extremely jealous, but he is somewhat possessive •Everyone knows what's his •He's definitely a thighs guy •His hand is always on your thigh, driving, sitting etc. •His habit in yalls relationship is just staring at you too much •But he can't help it, he's just so in love with you •Yunho is so sweet, and so supportive •He'll just constantly be there to cheer you on in whatever context •"You're so amazing, sweetie" "You'll get it, I know you will" etc. •He loves going on dates •He gets happy seeing you dressed up and attached to his arm as he buys really fancy dinner •He is definitely a gift giver, and but likes to receive physical touch •He loves to brush your hair •He enjoys the intimacy and loves th just brus his fingers "accidentally" against your neck •He's good at listening like Hongjoong •Literally loves when you rant or complain to him •He also gets a sene of purpose when you cry to him •Lives to be your emotional support •He loves you, and when he says it and you don't say it back, problem will start •That's definitely his biggest pet peeve with you •He's so loyal. •You wouldn't ever have to worry about him looking at someone else •Lover more of a fighter definitely •He hates fighting with you, it literally breaks his heart •Neck kisses and apologies after fights •He'll buy you ice cream and let you be mad in his arms if it's his fault •If its your fault, he's already forgotten about it

YEOSANG

•Cuddle monster •He loves the warmth of your two bodies. •I just see him clinging to you a lot, his arms around your waist or holding both of your hands •He's always giggling whenever you make a joke, even if it's not funny •Passenger princess •He hates when you reject his touch, and he'll be pouty all day about it •He likes to read the directions to were you're going instead of showing you the GPS •Babygirl just wants to be helpful •He likes to cook with you, even if you don't like to cook •He'll read the instructions and make you o the work •I think he just likes to read to you •He's always full of surprises •Like one day, he'll come up to you and say that he planned a picnic •His favorite activity with you is coloring •He likes to switch drawing every once and a while to see how you two would complete each other •Matching keychains and bracelets to declare you love •He thinks it's so adorable when you ear his hoodies or hats. •And he'll go on and on about it •Loves to get recommendations from you •Whether music, movies, food etc. •He'll lie to you if needed •You really like a dress but he doesn't? "Yeah, cute!" •He loves petnames, "Cutie, princess, love, baby" •His habit with you is instead of actual kisses, he'll just say "Mwah" really loudly •He's just so adorable •His love language is acts of service •He likes to carry you around, or read the instructions to you lmao •He also loves to tie your shoes like Seonghwa •He loves the way you smell naturally •He'll stay cuddled in your blankets forever •He would die there if he could •Carving your guys initials everywhere •Loves to watch the stars and clouds with you •His favorite pillow is your shoulder

SAN

•Such a hopeless romantic •He was too shy to make the first move, so you would have to ask him out •But since then, he's almost always the first to touch and kiss you •He's a complimentary dude •He loves calling you pretty and beautiful and his girl •You're literally made for him he feels like •He always has his hands on you •His hands resting on the back of your neck or shoulders •Sometimes he'll steer you around by your neck •He's always pouting and complaining to you •Dude is built like Toji, but expects you to beat Wooyoung up for calling him stupid •Loves giving you random massages •Reaching over to rub your neck or thigh •Especially when you're stressed. •Loves driving around at midnight with you •He likes to challenge you to arm wrestles and sometimes lets you win if you look extra cute or ask nicely enough •Anime girl noises •He loves answering your questions •He loves doing skincare with you too •Face mask, applying lotion, the whole thing •He doesn't like keeping secrets in between you two •Especially when it's something that's making you upset. •Hates overly sweet petnames "Cutie, sweetie, princess, cupcake" etc •Love language is quality time •He loves seeing you, and loves even just being near you •Never goes an 30 minutes without texting you if you guys can't talk directly •He likes working out together, because yall motivate each other •Cuddles after arguments •He wouldn't care if you hate him, he's spooning you no matter what •Would get matching tattoos •He would love you even more if his cat liked you tbh •He wouldn't care about you exes really, but he would care if you weren't serious about the relationship •He's an attention whore and needs to be the only one •He loves knowing that you support him though, and he cares and values your opinions alot •He has every date of your guys relationship written down (first kiss, anniversary, etc.) •Also has your favorite snacks on hand •Overall, very whipped for you.

MINGI

•You're honestly his everything. •He's constantly telling you that too •How he was able to function without you is the world's greatest mystery •He's such a clumsy, giant baby, and you always need to clean up his messes •He hated you at first, but you guys look each other in the eyes once and there was no going back •He's obsessed with the sound of your voice •It's his favorite thing •Would tell corny jokes to make you laugh •He would definitely write songs about you •His soft spot is you for sure •Suddenly, he's talking all soft and sweet to you and pouting and acting cute •He'd do anything for you, even aegyo •His love language is physical touch, his hands have to be on your skin at all times •He'll often rest his chin on your shoulder or pull you into his lap even if there are plenty of seats •He wouldn't use your name really after you guys started dating, unless he was mad. •Petnames like "baby, babe, pretty, mine" •But also playful teases "Idiot, smart-ass" •Jealous and possessive •Randomly bites you as his habit •He likes matching jewelry •He loves the size difference you guys would have •He loves comparing hands randomly •He would be attracted to a girl opposite to him too. •Someone to be able to take care of him •Gets you to teach him English •He's constantly telling you that he loves you, because he really does •His hand will usually rest on your lower back bordering your ass •Likes when you draw on him, and he'll even write his name on your arm "Mingi's" •Like San and Yunho, you're his. •He loves when you tell him that he's pretty or good-looking or just any compliment because he's so insecure •Loves when you run your fingers down his nose or touch his neck, it's comforting •Matching travel stuffed animals that smell like each other’s perfume •Likes to feed you off his plate •He's the kinda man who'll kiss you with your lip gloss on. •He gets really moody, so you'd have to deal with his mood swings a lot. •Either super mad, super sad, super hyper, or super horny. •Likes putting his hands under your shirt for warmth.

WOOYOUNG

•He's such a brat. •Teases you when you can't do something •Constant kisses and hugs and love tho •He's just a touchy guy, so his hands have to be holding some part of you, preferably your hand. •Loves playing rock paper scissors with you •Wooyoung would honestly be so open with you though •You guys are just super close on a really deep level •Loves stealing food off your plate like he doesn't have any •He would always be trying to climb on your back though, even if you can't carry him •Loves you because you encourage his bad behavior •Tons of tickle fights between you two that often escalate •He hates compliments but from you they sound so genuine. •His love language is physical touch, duh •He needs to be all over you or he'll be in a bad mood all day •Yall would have a lot of petty arguments •Like who didn't take out the trash or make the bed or buy toothpaste •He loves to cook for you and feed you a lot •"I don't care if you get bigger, you're cute anyways." •He has a hard time giving you space, but if it really comes down to it he will •You share everything •Straws, ice cream, clothes, germs lmao •His biggest habit for you is always peeling an orange or opening stuff for you •He'd let you paint his nails and do his makeup as long as he got to choose what it was •Jealous oppa vibes •Like he'd totally just confront the guy you're talking too "She's taken." •He has a habit of rubbing your tummy randomly •He's such the kinda guy to say "good girl" •Always there for you whe you need him •He hates whenever your sad, and he'll bat himself up over it for letting you get that way •Does his best to make you smile and laugh and just not worry •Will watch whatever you like even if he doesn't like it •He likes when you ask him to cook for you •"Of course I will!" •He wants to seem cool to you all the time

JONGHO

•He's definitely more private and conservative about your relationship •It's not like he won't hold your hand in public but he won't be overly showy about it •Such a sweetheart though •He's always asking your opinions and letting you talk about your interests •He loves to make you laugh, whether by a joke or tickling you •Will pull your ear gently if you say something stupid •Like Yunho, he likes to brush your hair or even just play with it. •Jongho will call you stupid then kiss you •You'll find him randomly staring at you but he'll quickly look away •He thinks you're the prettiest thing ever •Loves protecting you, you're so precious to him •He likes to break apples for you, because he loves how impressed you look. •Jongho's love language is acts of service. •He'll carry you over a puddle of water, or hold your purse or drink •He appreciates words of affirmation though. •He always finds his heart swelling when you compliment him. •He loves to have deep conversations with you and discuss the future of yall relationship because he knows you can handle it. •Sometimes he's just a big baby though. •He'll whine that he's hungry or beg for a kiss, but he's adorable so you just give in. •Like San, he only wants to be focused on and in return he'll give you his all attention •He would enjoy adopting a pet together •He finds it cute when you fall asleep on his shoulder, or steal his clothes •He just thinks your freaking adorable •He likes to have dates, but indoor ones •They feel more intimate and personal to him •He doesn't say "I love you" a lot, but you know he does and he tries to show you through time and affection •would like discreetly matching items

Hope yall enjoy this one, I got a little carried away with a few

~♡~

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home for the holidaze

summary: Seonghwa promised Yunho he wouldn't sleep with his half-brother, Hongjoong, while he is in town for an extended holiday sabbatical. He quickly realizes how idiotic of a promise it was to make.

warnings: mdni, dom!hongjoong x sub!seonghwa, recreational drug use

word count: 10,706

ao3 link: home for the holidaze

“Just whatever you do, please don't sleep with my brother.” Yunho warned Seonghwa with a serious expression. Seonghwa rolled his eyes. He remembered Hongjoong from growing up in the same neighborhood as the two of them. Though Hongjoong was closer to Seonghwa's age, he had ended up befriending Yunho instead. Hongjoong had been sent to an elite private boarding school across the country and they barely saw him except at holidays. He was shorter than his little brother (they had different moms) and Seonghwa always recalled him as being rather stuffy, uptight, very serious about doing his assigned reading over holiday breaks, where Yunho and Seonghwa were more inclined to sneak off to smoke weed at the playground.

Seonghwa was only half listening, very focused on Animal Crossing, “Yeah, I get it, no offense but I'm really not interested. He is way too uptight for me.”

Yunho sighed, seeming relieved, “Okay,” he turned towards the door, “Okay. Cool. I'm gonna go get him from the airport, then. You still down to meet up later for dinner?”

“Sure, just send me the location and a time.” Seonghwa said a little dismissively. 

“Sweet!” Yunho walked through the door, calling out over his shoulder, “Later!” 

Seonghwa had virtual trees to shake and rooms to design. It was his day off and he planned to take advantage of it fully by getting stoned and playing Animal Crossing until his eyes were the things crossing instead. Then he would probably re-watch Empire Strikes Back for the hundredth time. He had been a little reclusive lately. His breakup with Yeji was affecting him more than he'd like to admit. He knew Yunho had noticed and had tried to help. He also knew that six months should have been enough time to get over a relationship half that length. But he was really struggling with the part where he was the one rejected. Not to brag or anything, but he had always been the rejector, never the rejectee. It certainly had given him empathy to those he had broken up with in the past. This sucked. And the guilt of that realization - how he now understood how those he had broken up with had felt - also wasn't helping. He wanted to, was finally ready to break out of his funk. At least mentally. But it was like his body wasn't ready to listen yet. He would stare and stare at the dust bunnies on his floor and get so icked out by them that he felt almost angry. But he still couldn't convince his body to get up and vacuum. He was a very tidy person so it made things like that even more frustrating. A layer of dust on the coffee table was holding his attention more than the credits rolling on his movie, his phone lighting up with a notification was the only thing that shook him out of his stupor. 

Yucifer

Joongie picked that ramen restaurant we used to like downtown. See you there in 30? 

Me

Alrighty

Sweatpants had felt like a completely reasonable option for one of their favorite old haunts. That was, until he saw Hongjoong. Looking very put together for someone who just spent nearly ten hours on a plane. Dressed in slacks, an expensive looking sweater, and designer loafers. Intellectual property law was a lucrative career, evidently. What was more surprising was that he looked so stylish. Growing up, he had stuck to polo shirts and khakis with ugly dress shoes that looked like they belonged to someone forty years his senior who shopped exclusively at Walmart. Practical. Already a tiny adult by his early teenage years. 

Seonghwa felt weirdly exposed in comparison, though he was just as clothed as his companions. He ran a hand through his hair as he approached the table, trying in vain to become a little more put together before he was spotted. 

Too late. 

“Park Seonghwa!” Hongjoong called, trying to catch his eye. 

Seonghwa met his gaze sheepishly, feeling embarrassed to be under the spotlight, “Kim Hongjoong. Good to see you, man.”

Yunho scooted over in the booth so that Seonghwa could sit across from Hongjoong. 

Hongjoong’s whole demeanor was different from Seonghwa's memory. Where he had once been full of nervous, high-strung energy, he was now calm, almost intense. Cool and confident. 

It was… something.

If Hongjoong noticed that Seonghwa was currently clawing his way out of a deep depressive cycle, he didn't let on. Seonghwa felt like he was being studied, but not in a bad way. Just maybe in a way that made him nervous that he would break his promise to Yunho. 

Hongjoong was the first thing that had truly piqued his interest in half a year. And he had agreed not to sleep with him. Because he was a fool, probably. 

“When do you go back to Sydney?” The question rushed out of Seonghwa’s mouth before he could stop it, realizing it probably sounded rude. 

Hongjoong laughed, “Ready to get rid of me already?”

Seonghwa blushed, “No, no. Sorry. I realize how that sounded. I'm happy you're here. Staying with us.” His gut twisted at the last part. Hongjoong. Staying into their guest bedroom. Their rooms were jack-and-jill, connected by a shared bathroom. 

“I'll be here at least through New Years. I'm taking an extended vacation.”

Fuck. It was October 3rd. Three months.

Maybe Hongjoong was straight. Maybe it wouldn't be an issue. 

It was an issue. 

Hongjoong seemed to be hell-bent on trying to not-so-subtly flirt with Seonghwa all night. 

“Yeah, work has been hard.” Hongjoong’s foot was out of his loafer, tracing up Seonghwa’s ankle, “My days are long.” A wink that Yunho had conveniently missed. 

He was sure Hongjoong would have stopped if Seonghwa had given any indication he wasn't into it. Unfortunately, he was very into it. His breathing became hard to regulate, cheeks flushing, both things easy enough to place blame upon the alcohol they were drinking over the appropriate place for blame - Hongjoong's foot working its way further up his leg. When it reached the junction of his inner thigh, Seonghwa stood up abruptly, mumbling a mostly coherent excuse about needing the bathroom. 

Once in there, he splashed his face with cold water, trying to get it together. He took a few steadying breaths and washed his hands before heading back out, trying to keep Yunho's voice in his head, asking him to not sleep with his brother. He hadn't expected wanting to so badly when he agreed without second thought earlier. How was he supposed to know Hongjoong had grown out of his awkward stuck-up goody two shoes phase and into… whatever the fuck he was now. Hot. Domineering. Interesting. Confident but not cocky. Did he mention hot? So fucking hot. 

“Everything okay?” Hongjoong asked, eyebrow cocked, sly smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. 

“Oh, uh.” Seonghwa sat down, crossed his legs, gave Hongjoong a look he hoped conveyed that they should cool it for now, “Yeah, all good.” 

“Perfect.” Hongjoong said, “I already took care of the bill. You guys ready to head out?” 

“You didn't have to do that, Joong.” Yunho told him. 

“I know,” Hongjoong looked at Seonghwa when he spoke next, “but I wanted to.” 

Seonghwa wished he had an excuse to not ride back with the two of them, but he had taken the train there and there was no reason to not let Yunho drive him when they were all going to the same place. Hongjoong rode up front, which Seonghwa was grateful for. Though under different (read: literally any other) circumstances, he would have been happy for the man to ride in the back with him. In his lap. Fingers in his mouth, even. 

His mouth watered at the thought of it. 

It was going to be a long fucking three months. 

Once back at their apartment, Seonghwa and Yunho helped Hongjoong carry his belongings from the car into the guest bedroom, the man in question thanking them before saying he was going to go ahead and turn in for the night, citing jet lag as his excuse. 

Seonghwa didn't expect to see him again, and he also wasn't used to sharing his bathroom, so he was quite startled when he opened the unlocked door to reveal a shirtless Hongjoong brushing his teeth at the sink closest to his respective room. He was in thin light blue sleep pants, but his tattoos were the most surprising thing. His half sleeve had been hidden by his sweater earlier, but the design was bold and beautiful, just like its owner.  

Seonghwa was probably gaping at him for too long before he shook out of it, “Shit! Sorry. Not used to someone being in here. I can just-”

Hongjoong stared at him as he leaned down to spit in the sink, breaking eye contact at the very last second, taking his time finishing up before finally wiping his mouth and turning towards the guest room, his bedroom (Seonghwa would have to get used to thinking of it as that), calling a very nonchalant, “All yours,” over his shoulder as he exited. 

All of that lead up for… nothing? 

What sort of mind games was he playing? 

Hands suddenly landing on his waist startled the hell out of Seonghwa as he fixed himself an omelet the next morning, nearly causing him to flop his breakfast onto the burner.

“Smells good,” Hongjoong whispered into his ear.

Yunho was already at work. Seonghwa was closing at the bar that night so he had most of the day free. He had gotten up early after a fitful sleep, and began finally cleaning like he had been trying to force himself to do for a month now. It felt good. 

“Want one?” He tried not to let on what Hongjoong’s touch was doing to his brain. He was probably failing miserably, “I'll make a second one. I don't mind.”

“Mmh, how very domestic of you, dear.” Hongjoong all but growled in his ear. 

Jesus. The butterflies’ wings caught on fire in his abdomen. He subconsciously leaned back into Hongjoong's embrace, pliant in his hands. 

“Do you still take your coffee with half and half?” He managed to get out through shaking breaths. 

“What a good memory you have.” Hongjoong whispered, lips ghosting down his neck, not actually making contact, only teasing, making him shiver. His presence was gone as soon as it had come, leaving Seonghwa feeling almost crazy for thinking it had happened in the first place. 

He finished preparing both omelets and fixed their coffees, setting all of them on their little dining table. Hongjoong chose to sit directly across from him, making sure Seonghwa could watch him enjoy the food he had prepared. 

Hongjoong didn't make any more moves though, and after they were finished, he cleared the table before Seonghwa could protest, thanking him for breakfast, practically dismissing him. 

“I hope I won't bother you by cleaning. I go into work around 3pm so I won't be a nuisance for too long.” Seonghwa didn't know why he was telling him his plans for the day.

“No bother at all.” Hongjoong spoke to him while washing the dishes but didn't look up, “Where do you work?”

“Oh. Um. It's a bar called The Bar is Low. Near uptown. It's not really a gay bar but I guess we attract a certain clientele.” He was rambling. 

“Yes, I can imagine you attract a certain clientele.” Hongjoong said it like he was implying the customers were there for Seonghwa alone. 

“Well. Joke is on them because I'm not interested.” Seonghwa answered dryly. 

“No? You're not gay?” Hongjoong asked. 

“Ha! No, no. I'm definitely bi. I'm just not interested in dating anyone right now. Haven't been for almost six months now.”

“Bad breakup?” 

Seonghwa felt tears well up behind his eyes, which pissed him off. He thought he was done crying about it by now. He answered, hoping his voice didn't sound too thick with the looming tears, “Yeah. Not been the best year for me.” 

“Mmh. Well. You deserve to be with someone who sees your value, Seonghwa.” Hongjoong said it so casually, glancing over his shoulder as he did. 

Seonghwa picked nonexistent lint off of his t-shirt rather than make eye contact, mumbled a “Thank you,” under his breath, trying to swallow the tears down. 

Hongjoong was too damn astute, though. 

“Hey, whoa, I'm sorry,” he dried his hands in a hurry, now finished with the dishes, “Come here.” He rushed over, pulling Seonghwa in for a hug. Seonghwa began sobbing embarrassingly hard, soaking Hongjoong’s shirt, choking out apologies, “God, I'm sorry, I haven't cried about it in weeks. Fuck.”

“Shh,” Hongjoong rubbed soothing circles on his back, “Don't apologize for having feelings, honey. You're okay.” 

“Sorry.” Seonghwa repeated himself despite the instructions he had just gotten, pulling away from the hug. 

Hongjoong reached up to wipe his face dry with a gentle thumb, repeating himself, “You're okay. Hey, look at me.”

Seonghwa obeyed, finding the other's eyes to be softer than he'd seen them so far. 

“I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable. I didn't know about the breakup.” Hongjoong offered, hand still on Seonghwa’s cheek. 

“Oh,” Seonghwa swallowed, “No. Um. I don't mind.” He thought he was probably blushing profusely, using every brain cell he had left to keep his eyes locked with Hongjoong's, “I like the attention.” He admitted, so quietly he barely heard it himself. 

“Noted.” Hongjoong’s thumb traced his jawline, “You’re in control here, Hwa. I want you to know that. Just say the word. Either way. And I'll stop. Slow down. Or… I'll start in earnest. But it's up to you how this goes, darling.” 

“I'll keep that in mind.” Seonghwa managed to choke out, suddenly very aware of how close they were standing. Too bad he was still chicken shit scared, “Um. I'm gonna. Go. Uh. Clean. Sorry about your shirt.” 

Hongjoong chuckled, “Stop apologizing. I'll see you later.” He stepped back, leaving Seonghwa room to step away and head towards his room.

And he did clean. As soon as he got off to the thought of Hongjoong, fingers stuffed in his mouth and music blaring to muffle the noises. Maybe he left the bathroom door connected to his room open just a tiny crack, though. Maybe he hoped Hongjoong had caught a glimpse. 

“Need a re-make for table eleven on the fly, please!” Wooyoung’s voice broke through Seonghwa’s thoughts. He had been drying the same glass for who knows how long, lost deep in thought about a certain new roommate of his. 

“Hwa!” Wooyoung pleaded from the expo area. 

“Sorry!” Seonghwa strided over, “What’s wrong with these?” The martinis looked perfectly fine to him.

“They swear those are gin. They ordered vodka.” Wooyoung explained.

Seonghwa grabbed a cocktail straw and dipped it into one of the martinis in front of him, stoppering the end with his thumb and dropping the liquid into his mouth.

“Oh. Yeah. That’s gin. In my defense, vodka martinis should be criminal.” He said as he began shoveling ice and pouring water into two clean martini glasses to chill them before making the drinks. 

“I like vodka martinis.” Wooyoung defended himself. “Bone dry and slutty filthy dirty.”

Seonghwa scrunched his nose in disgust, “You just like olive juice. And this is why they only let people with good palates be bartenders.”

Wooyoung brushed his split-dyed hair out of his eyes, pouting, “I have a good palate! It’s just different. And you got this job because the manager said he was afraid you’d kill him if he didn’t let you bartend!” 

“And I might have! Fuck waiting tables. Bartender privilege is amazing in comparison.”

“Who was going to kill me?” A deep voice rounded the corner of the kitchen into the bar. 

“He was, Yeosang! Not me. I’d never. You’re too pretty.” Wooyoung batted his lashes at his work crush. 

Yeosang blushed, trying to contain his smile, his face turning pink to match the birthmark by his eye. He tied his neon green hair back into a half-up, purposely avoiding Wooyoung’s gaze, “You really shouldn’t flirt with your manager, Wooyo.”

Wooyoung landed a firm smack on Yeosang’s ass as he passed by, before placing the correctly made martinis on his tray and sauntering away.

They thought no one knew they had been sleeping together. They were stupid. And horrible at hiding it. 

Wooyoung reappeared a few minutes later, “So what’s got your brain on a different planet tonight?” He asked, leaning across the bar, nosy as ever. 

“Yunho’s brother is in town. For like three months” He said, not intending to elaborate, but knowing Wooyoung would pry until he got it out of him anyway. 

“The stick-in-the-mud twink attorney?” 

“The very one.” Seonghwa sighed, resuming his task of drying dishes. It was slow that night. He had mainly been doing side work, not so much actually making drinks. 

“What, is he secretly hot or something?” Wooyoung was stabbing cocktail cherries onto a sword-shaped toothpick. 

“Very astute.” Seonghwa placed the cherries down on the rail below the bar back where they belonged before resuming his task. 

Wooyoung ate the cherries on his toothpick and leaned over the bar to retrieve the jar, “Why is that a problem?”

“Because,” Seonghwa swatted Wooyoung’s hand away, “Hey! Enough with the cherries. Because Yunho specifically made me promise not to sleep with him!”

Wooyoung waited until his back was turned to snatch the jar, hiding it under the bar this time as he fished more cherries out, “So? Just do it anyway. That’s what I would do. Isn’t he just visiting? Do it and ask for forgiveness later.” He tried to put the jar back before Seonghwa noticed. 

“Did you just-?”

“No? Just what?” Wooyoung said around a mouthful of cherries.

“You’re such a little brat.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes. Really, he was quite fond of his coworker. He made it nearly impossible not to like him. 

“You love me.” Wooyoung trotted away to clear the only table they had had in over an hour. Tuesday nights were like this. Yeosang would probably cut him soon and take over bartending for the rest of the night to save on labor costs. And so he could close with Wooyoung and make out in the back. Whatever. Saturday nights always made up for a whole slow week. 

Seonghwa picked up takeout on his way home and had just sat down at the kitchen table to eat it when his phone lit up with a notification. 

Yucifer

Crashing at Mingi’s tonight. Just a head’s up. Feel free to toss my laundry on my bed if you need the dryer. 

Me

Thanks man, later.

He tucked into his food, trying to not let his mind spiral at the thought of being home alone with Hongjoong that night. A few minutes later, his phone lit up again

[Unsaved Number]

Looks like it’s just us tonight.

Me

Hongjoong?

[Unsaved Number]

The one and only

Wanna get stoned and watch a movie

Me

Kim Hongjoong does illicit substances now? Since when?

Evil Man

Shut up. And Hurry up. Shower and brush your teeth and meet me on the couch in 30

Heat coiled in Seonghwa’s gut. He hated how much he liked how bossy Hongjoong was acting.

Me

Aye, aye, captain

Evil Man

Nevermind I decided I hate you

Me

Wait, no, come back. What about “yes, sir”?

Evil Man

Much better.

Me

Yes, sir

Evil Man

Mmh, I could get used to that

Seonghwa didn’t necessarily think Wooyoung gave out the best advice. But after the year he’d had so far, he decided to throw caution to the wind. Two fingers deep inside of himself in the shower, thinking of Hongjoong’s instructions the whole time, he was more sure of his decision than ever. He had never ever broken a promise to Yunho. Sure, he felt a little bad about it, but Yunho would have to understand that he hadn’t felt so alive in months. He needed this. 

He sat staring at his collection of sex toys in his bedside table drawer for too long, wasting time, risking being late, before finally selecting his favorite butt plug, guiding it inside with practiced ease. Another risk, but screw it. 

He finally emerged from his bedroom dressed in the shortest silk sleep shorts he owned. Light silver. A matching silk babydoll shirt, trimmed with black lace, on top, hair wavy and messy after his shower. The outfit was probably too much. Yeji had had a habit of making him feel weird about his good looks, not on purpose, he was sure, but in a way that read as her being intimidated and wanting to be the “pretty” one in the relationship. But he liked feeling pretty. He wanted to be told he was pretty, but he felt silly asking for it. So he felt a little embarrassed as he walked (slightly awkwardly) out of his room into the living room. 

All of his fears were quickly erased at the look on Hongjoong’s face as he emerged. He was wearing the same light blue pants from last night, dark hair swept off of his forehead, the planes of his chest visible through his thin black t-shirt. 

“Oh, darling. Look at you. All of this for me?” Hongjoong asked, beckoning him over, patting his lap. 

Seonghwa nodded as he straddled his lap gingerly, trying his best to avoid jostling around too much or else the plug would be uncomfortable. 

“Use your words, sweetheart.” Hongjoong instructed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Yes, sir. All for you.” Seonghwa replied, his voice low, a little raspy from his nerves. 

“Lucky me.” Hongjoong whispered, hands roaming Seonghwa’s body, thumb grazing his nipple on its way down, making Seonghwa’s breath catch in his throat, before landing on his hip, which he gave a small squeeze, “You’re exquisite, angel.” His hand continued down, landing on Seonghwa’s ass cheek, fingertips pulling him apart ever so slightly. Seonghwa squeaked out a tiny moan at the sensation, senses heightened with the object he was playing host to. 

“I got myself ready for you in the shower.” He admitted, forehead tipping down to Hongjoong’s as the man kneaded the soft flesh underneath his hand. 

“Trying to be teacher’s pet are we?” Hongjoong teased as his hand found its way under the silky fabric of Seonghwa’s shorts, fingers dipping in the soft crevice before they discovered the exposed part of the plug, “Oh. Well, look at you. A little presumptuous, no?”

“Sorry.” Heat flooded Seonghwa’s cheeks, the embarrassment suddenly almost overwhelming, tears threatening to build in his eyes. 

“No, no, no,” Hongjoong tilted his chin up with his other hand, “Uh-uh. I love it. Don’t get in your own head. I’m thrilled you picked up on my lead and even more so that you’re here, presenting yourself to me like this. It’s so hot, baby. I promise. I won’t tease so much, I’m sorry.”

“‘S okay.” Seonghwa murmured, still recovering.

“We can stop any time, promise.” Hongjoong kissed his cheek to seal the contract. 

“I don’t want to stop. I just feel a little bad because I promised Yunho I wouldn’t do this.”

“Do what? Sleep with me?” Hongjoong asked, petting Seonghwa’s hair. 

“Mhm.”

“Oh, baby. He has been talking you up to me for months now. He didn’t explicitly mention the breakup, but I figured it was something like that.” Hongjoong laughed, “He probably told you that so this would feel forbidden or something. I get the feeling you like to do the opposite of what you’re told, typically. When you’re feeling more like yourself, no? I mean does he have a habit of crashing at Mingi’s? My guess is he thinks this will help you get over your ex. He’s a schemer like that.”

Oh. OH. 

“Well. I feel stupid.”

“No, sweetheart, don’t.” Hongjoong pulled him to his chest, kissed the top of his head, “You’re not stupid, you’re a good friend. You’re just out of sorts. And that’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to make you feel good. You deserve to feel good, Seonghwa. Will you let me?”

Seonghwa steeled himself, sitting up to look at Hongjoong, “Yes. Please. I want that so bad.”

Hongjoong smiled, his eyes beginning to turn back to their original dark, lustful state, “Good. I’m glad. Because you look good enough to eat right now and I might go crazy if I can’t have you.”

Blood rushed south at his words, suddenly nothing felt nearly as important as pleasing the man underneath him, “You can have me. Please have me.” He pleaded, hips swiveling into Hongjoong’s at the thought of it. 

“Oh, I plan on it.” Hongjoong’s hand returned to grab his ass, guiding him to grind down again, “I’m going to take you apart piece by piece and put you back together again so that the only word you can remember how to say is my name.”

Fuck. 

“Yes, please. I want that, Hongjoong.” Seonghwa all but begged, continuing to move his hips as the other guided them, their quickly hardening cocks rolling together tantalizingly. 

“Come here, then, pretty.” Hongjoong whispered, finally pulling him in for a kiss. 

Seonghwa felt his brain go fuzzy. The kiss was deliberate, measured. He wasn't going to give Seonghwa too much at once, preferring to take his time, draw it out. Seonghwa was more accustomed to heated, passionate sex. Clothes ripped off in a whirlwind. Rushing towards the finish line without taking in the scenery. 

Seonghwa tried to lean in more to deepen the kiss but Hongjoong pushed him back gently, “No, baby. Let me. You just let me take care of you. Can you be good for me?”

Seonghwa wanted him so bad, could have taken him in one go right there, easily. But he was very interested in letting him lead, “Okay, yes.” He sighed, “Yes, sir.” He corrected himself. 

“Good boy,” Hongjoong stroked his hair, “So good for me.” 

Seonghwa preened at the praise, leaning into the other's hand. 

Hongjoong reached for something on the table beside the couch, producing a small, light blue intricate weed pipe, already packed and ready to go, as well as a gold zippo, engraved with his initials, “Still wanna smoke?” 

“Sure, if you do.” Seonghwa offered. 

“I do. I want to shotgun with you.” 

“Look at you, Kim Hongjoong! Full of surprises.” Seonghwa teased him.

Hongjoong’s face turned devious, “I'm not the one who is about to be full of something, jagi.” He trailed his hand down Seonghwa's face, thumb tracing over his bottom lip before using both hands to take the first hit from the pipe. Once he freed one hand again, he reached up and pressed at the spot where Seonghwa’s jaw hinged, asking him to open up. He obliged and let his face be pulled towards Hongjoong's, lips so close they were almost touching. He took the hit, inhaling greedily like it was oxygen. 

“Your turn, love.” Hongjoong handed Seonghwa the pipe as he exhaled. 

Seonghwa took his hit and leaned in to pass it along to Hongjoong. Time passed slowly as the high began to hit and he exhaled into Hongjoon's mouth. The latter barely let him fully release the hit before he was crashing their lips together, this time with more need, fervently. Seonghwa blindly placed the pipe down on the table beside them, not caring much how it landed. Nothing else was important right now. 

He felt Hongjoong’s fingers latch into his hair, tugging it slightly as he turned his head to the side, tongue teasing the seam of his lips before finally probing inside, eliciting an embarrassingly needy whine from somewhere deep inside Seonghwa’s chest. Seonghwa's tongue sparred with Hongjoong's until the latter caught it and sucked on it, nearly sending Seonghwa into a dizzy spiral of pleasure. 

Hongjoong pulled back abruptly, “Bed. Now.” He commanded. Seonghwa got up, his thighs shaky from straddling Hongjoong for who knows how long. 

“Mine or yours?” Seonghwa asked as he grabbed Hongjoong'a hand, leading them towards their connected bedrooms.

“Yours, gorgeous. I'm not even unpacked yet.” 

“Yes, sir.” Seonghwa simpered, loving being bossed around. 

“Kneel on the bed for me, darling.” Hongjoong instructed. 

Seonghwa did as he was told, hands in his lap, ass resting on his heels. 

He watched as Hongjoong stripped in front of him, maintaining eye contact as much as was possible, leaving his crisp linen boxers for last, peeling them off slowly, releasing his fully-hard cock. It was lovely, not braggadociously large but well-proportioned, nicely formed, and flushed pretty pink. Seonghwa was apparently staring at it with stars in his eyes. 

“Like what you see?” Hongjoong asked as he stroked himself, walking towards the bed. 

“Yes, sir. Want you in my mouth. Can I? Please?” Seonghwa asked, peering up at him through his thick eyelashes. 

Hongjoong smiled, “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

He climbed up onto the bed in front of Seonghwa, kneeling but raised up so his cock was level with Seonghwa’s eager mouth. 

“You can pull my hair.” Seonghwa offered as he took Hongjoong’s length into his hand, “I like to know if I'm doing well.”

“I'll be sure you know how well you're doing, beautiful.” Hongjoong smiled as he stroked Seonghwa’s hair. 

Seonghwa licked his lips, glad the weed hadn't hit so hard to have given him dry mouth, and began licking the tender underside of Hongjoong’s tip before working it inside genuinely. 

Hongjoong moaned as Seonghwa sucked him in, hollowing out his cheeks, hitting his soft palate. He felt his hair be tugged on, “God, yes, baby. Just like that.” Hongjoong praised from above. 

Seonghwa hummed at the praise, setting a pace, bobbing his head and working his tongue in time with the strokes. He could feel Hongjoong's hips stuttering, trying not to fuck his face, getting close to his release. Suddenly, Hongjoong pulled on his hair, backing up a little, “You're going to make me cum like that, baby.” His hand caressed his cheek, “And as much as I'd like that, I really want to cum inside you.” 

“Yes. God. I want that.” Seonghwa stared up at him knowing he probably already looked fucked out with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. 

Hongjoong chuckled, “Mmh so eager. You're dangerous, little bunny.” 

Seonghwa let himself be pushed back onto the mattress, “Dangerous?”

“Very. You're going to have me tempted to keep you.” Hongjoong's hands grabbed Seonghwa’s wrists, pinned them up by his head as he leaned down to kiss him once more, caging him in, not allowing a reply. He came up for air and dismounted, following a hunch for supplies, looking towards Seonghwa as his hand landed on the drawer pull of his bedside table. Seonghwa nodded, confirming the location of the lube and condoms. Hongjoong gathered them and placed them within reach on the bed beside Seonghwa before climbing back in, kneeling between his parted legs.

Seonghwa gasped as Hongjoong dove in, kissing his neck, making his way down to his chest where he mouthed and licked at his still-covered nipples, the friction of the now-damp fabric driving him insane. His top was gathered up by practiced hands, torso bared for further exploration. Hongjoong's breath was warm as he kissed down his happy trail before coming up long enough to peel his tiny shorts off, tossing them to the side before resuming his kisses, landing everywhere except for his painfully hard, leaking cock. 

“Mmh, look at you.” Hongjoong cooed, “You're so stunning, Seonghwa.” 

“Thank you.” Seonghwa gasped, his breath catching as Hongjoong's deft fingers found his plug once again, grasping the base and teasing it in and out with tiny movements that had Seonghwa’s back arching off the bed. 

“Oh fuck, please.” Seonghwa begged, writhing on the bed at the sensation. 

“Please, what, jagiya?” Hongjoong purred, obviously knowing exactly what he wanted, “Use your words, gorgeous.” 

“Please, need you to fuck me, sir.” 

Hongjoong took his time removing the plug, leaving Seonghwa clenching around nothing, feeling extremely empty. 

“Well. Since you're begging so nice.” Hongjoong rolled on the condom like it was second nature, following it with plenty of lube. 

Hongjoong grasped Seonghwa’s length in one hand, barely applying pressure, and teased everywhere except his eagerly awaiting ring of muscle with his own cock, guided by his other hand. 

Seonghwa was sweating now, desperate in his anticipation, letting out a soft whine. 

Hongjoong smiled knowingly down at him, “Shh, darling. I know. I don't mean to be cruel, you're just so lovely, all strung out for me. But I think you've earned this.” 

Seonghwa thought he might have ascended to a different astral plane at the stretch of Hongjoong pushing inside. It was delectable. He had never felt so precious, so worshipped by anyone before. He took Hongjoong easily, adoring how perfectly full he felt once the man was buried deep inside of him. 

“Fuck, baby. You feel amazing.” Hongjoong gasped, unable to help the movement of his hips as he began fucking Seonghwa in earnest. 

“God, yes, right there, Joong.” Seonghwa gasped as Hongjoong found his prostate. “Not gonna last long like this.” 

“Can you be a good boy and cum for me when I tell you to, baby?” Hongjoong asked, voice strained from the effort. 

“Yes, sir. Please. Fuck.” Seonghwa mewled. 

Hongjoong stroked him in time with his thrusts, his hips beginning to falter as he reached the edge of his own release, “Go ahead, darling. Show me how pretty you are when I make you cum.” 

Seonghwa obeyed, panting out Hongjoong's name as he came all over his hand and his own chest. 

“Fuck, yes. That's it, baby.” Hongjoong worked him through his aftershocks, before trying to pull out. 

“No!” Seonghwa gasped, definitely overstimulated, but needing Hongjoong to follow through on his promise, “Inside! Please. I can take it.”

Hongjoong didn't reply, but his eyebrow furrowed as he accepted Seonghwa’s plea, fucking into him hard and fast before finally reaching his own orgasm, spilling into the condom with a shaky breath. He took his time pulling out, falling to the bed beside Seonghwa, gathering him to his chest and stroking his hair while praising him sweetly, “Thank you, baby. You were so good for me. Took me so well. So, so good.” Hongjoong kissed his head, squeezing him tight to make sure he knew he was cared for and appreciated. 

Seonghwa felt tears escape, warm as they traveled down his cheeks, unable to hold them back. Hongjoong didn't even bat an eye, just coddled and comforted him, “Shh, jagi, it's okay. Let it out. You're okay. I've got you.” 

“Sorry.” Seonghwa sniffled, “I don't know what's wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you.” Hongjoong tilted his head up to meet his eyes, “Hey. Nothing is wrong with you, baby. You're perfect. It's normal to react like this after sex like that. Especially if it was your first time in a while. Okay? Nothing is wrong with you, Seonghwa.” He kissed the tears off of his cheeks, “Absolutely nothing.”

Seonghwa managed to compose himself and Hongjoong started to sit up, but Seonghwa panicked, “Wait, where are you going? Please don't leave!”

Hongjoong smiled, smoothing his hair, “I'm not going anywhere, angel. I just wanted to go start us a shower. Okay? I can stay here for a little longer, too, if you want.”

“Just a few more minutes? Sorry. I'm a mess.”

“No, sweetheart. You're not. I'll stay as long as you need.” 

A few minutes passed and Seonghwa finally convinced himself to let Hongjoong start the shower, soon returning to collect him from the bed. Hongjoong held him gently as he washed his body, fingers soft as they washed his hair. Seonghwa couldn’t help but feel sad, already mourning the fact that Hongjoong would be leaving in three months. What had once felt like an eternity now felt entirely too short. 

“Joong?” He asked as the other was putting down the hairdryer. 

“What's up?” 

“I'm scared.”

“Of what, honey?” Hongjoong’s eyebrow furrowed once again. 

“I'm scared I'll grow attached.” He took a shaky breath, “I'm scared I already have.”

Hongjoong smiled, a hint of sadness behind his eyes, “It's okay, Hwa. No one ever wants to keep me around for very long. I'm sure by the time I'm leaving you'll be glad for it.” 

“Why do you say that?” Seonghwa asked, suddenly concerned.

“It's just never not been true.” Hongjoong shrugged. 

“And what if I want to keep you?” Seonghwa asked timidly. 

“Then we'll talk about it when we get there. If we get there.” Hongjoong answered simply. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Seonghwa asked, reaching for the man’s hand, so delicate and pretty for someone so intense. 

“Of course I will, Hwa.” Hongjoong promised, “Anything you want.” 

Hongjoong fit so perfectly nestled in Seonghwa's arms that he knew as soon as the other fell asleep, he would never be able to bear letting him go. He couldn't stand the thought of him moving back to Australia. Unless he was going in his suitcase. It wasn't like he had a whole lot going on here. Was that crazy? Move halfway across the world to be with someone whom two days ago, he had sworn he would have no interest in sleeping with? He decided to let his subconscious mind work that one out, finally meeting the sweet embrace of sleep. 

“Slut.” Something hit Seonghwa’s face. “Whore.” Again. “Harlot.” Yunho's voice. “Promise breaker.” He was throwing Cheerios at the two of them, still curled up in bed together. “Jezebel.” 

“Fuck off, Yunho.” Seonghwa grumbled, seeking asylum under his comforter. 

“No! You're the Skanky McBetrayerface!” Yunho whined, obviously joking, but still being a nuisance, just because he could. 

“Yun.” Hongjoong sighed, “I told him you were scheming. Now please, fuck off. I'm trying to give your roommate some morning dick.” 

“Ew.” Yunho's voice held genuine disgust, “Fine. But hey, Seonghwa. Don't say I didn't warn you when he drives you crazy in a few weeks!” 

“Please fuck all the way off before I let your brother penetrate me in front of you!” Seonghwa called, already beginning to straddle Hongjoong from underneath the covers. 

“Okay fine. You guys are mean.” Yunho stomped off dramatically, playing the part of youngest sibling remarkably well. 

“Um actually, can I fuck you this time?” Seonghwa asked after removing his mouth from the pulse point under Hongjoong’s jaw. 

“Oh, fuck yeah, by all means.”

Hongjoong was bouncing on his dick and Seonghwa felt amazing but the two of them kept bursting into fits of giggles as they were trying desperately to be quiet for Yunho's sake. Eventually, Seonghwa had to pull out and take him from behind so they could finish, seeing as every time they made eye contact, it devolved into laughter immediately. 

It was proving quite handy for their bedrooms to share a bathroom. 

As the weeks went on though, they pretty much only stayed in Seonghwa’s bed. Hongjoong unpacked very slowly, almost like he thought at any point he would be asked to leave. 

The comment that both he and Yunho had made about getting sick of him kept rattling around in the back of his mind, making less and less sense as he got to know the man better. 

Sure, Hongjoong liked knowing his whereabouts. He could see maybe how some people might find that to be overbearing or controlling. But in all honesty, Seonghwa liked it. He liked that someone cared enough to keep tabs on him like that. Hongjoong liked to read. A lot. He read non-fiction. Historical non-fiction. And the newspaper. He was very serious about the crosswords. He didn’t go out a whole lot. And sure, he was bad about spending his money on clothes rather than saving it. Seonghwa saw what could have been perceived as flaws, but to him, they were endearing. He was growing so incredibly fond. And the sex had only gotten better as time went on. 

Hongjoong came by the bar for the first time on Halloween. He was picking Seonghwa up after work to go to the party his old friend from boarding school, Jongho, had invited him to. They were going dressed as sexy Lincoln and sexy John Wilkes Booth. It was stupid. But it was funny to them. 

“Is that the hot brother?” Wooyoung asked as he waited at the bar for Seonghwa to prepare the drinks for his table. 

“Who?” Seonghwa asked, not knowing Hongjoong was there yet, haven’t having had time to check his phone all night due to how busy they were.

“The Booth to your Lincoln over there at the end of the bar.”

Hongjoong was there looking handsome as ever, if not a little goofy, and nervous for some reason. 

“Oh, Yeah. That is definitely him!” Seonghwa answered, sighing at how adorable he found the man. 

“Okay, yeah. I get it. He’s hot.” Wooyoung leaned in, “Is he like crazy dominant in bed? Because he looks like he would cannibalize anyone who looked at you for too long.”

“I am not dignifying that with an answer.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes, “But. Um. Yeah. It’s kind of incredibly hot.”

“Oh, I get it. Yeosang is territorial, too. I think it’s probably not something everyone is into. Yeosang apologized for being that way a lot when we first started hooking up. But I kept reassuring him that I like it. It’s hot. It’s nice to feel wanted like that.” Wooyoung was staring off into space, obviously deep in thought about Yeosang. 

“Hm. Yeah. That’s exactly it. Maybe that’s what they meant…”

“What who meant?” Wooyoung asked, curious as ever.

“Hongjoong and Yunho. They both said something to the effect of knowing that I would eventually get sick of Hongjoong. I think they were talking about him being possessive. But you’re right. I think it’s very, very attractive.” Seonghwa was actually getting a little hot and bothered just at the thought of it. 

“Okay, ew. Stop drooling. Can you please leave now? I like watching Yeosang bartend and I can’t do that if you’re here. Plus you’ve already made beaucoup tips.” He shook their oversized tip jar. It was true. It was nearly brimming over with cash and he saw plenty of bigger bills in there. 

“Slut.” He fished the cash out, “Okay byeeee!” He called after pocketing his tips and closing out his drawer, collecting Hongjoong on his way out. 

Jongho’s place was super cool, modern and expensive, looking like somewhere a Bond villain might reside, and the man himself was a little cold at first but quickly warmed up to Seonghwa the longer they spent together. Everyone loved their outfits. One man, Jongho’s friend, San, really liked Abe Lincoln, apparently. He kept touching his costume and leaning in, clearly not one to hold his alcohol well. Seonghwa didn't think he was flirting, really, mostly because he had seen him interact with plenty of others the same way that night. He figured the man was just touchy and friendly. Hongjoong spotted them talking and came over to snake his arm around Seonghwa’s waist. “Hi, baby.” Hongjoong all but sneered at San as he spoke, “Making friends?” He asked before pulling Seonghwa in for a messy kiss. Once released, Seonghwa watched as the man’s cat-like features went through a series of emotions, from confusion to understanding to acceptance, walking away with a small wave. 

“Sorry. I don’t know why I felt the need to do that.” Hongjoong said, shaking his head and stepping away from Seonghwa. 

“What? It doesn’t bother me, Joongie.” Seonghwa offered, reaching for him again.

Hongjoong took another step away, “No. I need to stop. I’m sorry.” He turned on his heel and tried to walk away, but Seonghwa caught his arm.

“Hey, whoa. Can we go somewhere and talk about this, please?”

“I know we haven’t been here long but can we go home if we’re going to talk about it?” Hongjoong asked, looking up at Seonghwa apologetically. 

“Yeah, sure, of course. Of course we can, baby.” Seonghwa reassured him. 

Hongjoong stared out the window in the backseat of the Uber the whole drive back to their apartment. He let Seonghwa hold his hand, but that was about it. Seonghwa’s mind was racing the entire way there. When they finally got back, he suggested they get showered and changed and meet in the living room afterwards. Hongjoong nodded, still refusing to make eye contact. Seonghwa showered quickly and changed clothes before heading into the kitchen to put on some water to make tea. Two cups of lavender chamomile with honey. He didn’t know if Hongjoong liked tea, but the ritual of making it helped calm his nerves anyway. By the time he carried the tea cups over to the coffee table in the living room, Hongjoong was finally emerging, face pink from being scrubbed clean, hair still wet, wearing one of Seonghwa’s sweatshirts he had evidently left in his room, looking rather small and vulnerable in it, seeing as it was big on him. 

“Come here,” Seonghwa offered, patting the couch beside him, “I made tea, does that sound good?”

Hongjoong sat down beside him on the couch, not touching him, but nodding at the offer of a hot beverage. Seonghwa handed him the mug carefully, warning that it was hot, trying to study his face, but remaining patient. 

“Thank you,” Hongjoong said after taking a sip, “This is nice. I don’t know why you’re being so kind to me.”

“Hongjoong, no offense, but what the fuck are you talking about?” Seonghwa asked, genuinely confused. 

“I…” Hongjoong finally met his eyes, looking completely distraught, “I don’t know where to start. I have some bad habits that I’m trying to break. But it’s hard. And I thought I was over them. Thought I could control them with you. Obviously I’m just as insane as I used to be.”

“First of all, you’re not insane. Second, can you elaborate? What habits?” Seonghwa dared to place a hand on the other’s knee to try to comfort him. 

Hongjoong took a deep breath, “I had a bad breakup, too. A few years ago. He cheated on me, made me think it was my fault, somehow. I stayed in it way too long trying to be ‘better’, be who he needed me to be to stay happy. But that was never going to happen. I should have known. There was no pleasing him. He swore up and down that he had stopped seeing the other guy but I knew he was lying and I ended up following him to prove myself right. I should have just fucking let it go. But then I confirmed it. After that, the harder I tried to cling on to him, the more distant he got. I wish I would have had enough self respect to just leave, but I was so stubborn. Ever since then, I have been kinda paranoid in relationships. It’s not that I can’t trust, it’s just that everything kind of feels like a threat, I guess. So I like knowing where my partner is. I like everyone else knowing they’re mine. That kind of behavior is typically a turn-off to people. That’s what I meant when I said I would scare you off. And when those feelings came up tonight after seeing you talking to San… I don’t even have any claim to you, Seonghwa. And I still couldn’t hold it together. I’m so fucking frustrated with myself.” Tears streaked down his face at the last part.

Seonghwa carefully removed the tea cup out of his hands, placed it on the coffee table, and pulled the man into his lap. It was his turn to comfort. 

“Oh, Joong. You’re okay, baby.” He stroked his hair, rubbed circles on his back, “Hey,” he leaned back slightly so he could look the other in the eye, “Look at me. No one I’ve ever been with has cared enough about me to ask my whereabouts. They parade me around because I’m a pretty object to be shown off. The possessiveness you’ve shown so far… I like it, Hongjoong. I was just talking to my co-worker about it at the bar when he saw you there, looking like you would happily murder anyone who dared to look at me for too long. Do I see how it could turn toxic? Sure, but I don’t think you’re toxic, Hongjoong. I think we both have some flaws. And I think we’re both adults who can work through them, if we want to. Personally, I want to. Have you balked at all any of the times I’ve been a hot mess after getting emotional? No. You’ve just helped me through it. And I would do the same for you, happily. As far as a ‘claim’ to me goes. Hongjoong. I want that. I know you thought you would scare me off but I knew after that first night, I want this with you. I know you have to go back to Australia and I honestly don’t know what it would look like, but I really, really want to try. I want to be yours, baby. Please. Let me.”

Hongjoong studied him for a moment like he thought he might burst out into laughter and yell ‘Sike!’ in his face or something. But of course, he didn’t. Seonghwa was dead serious. 

“You want me to claim you?” He asked, finally, eyes now dry and turning dark with desire. 

“Yes, baby. Please. Want everyone to know who I belong to.” Seonghwa felt heat stirring deep in his abdomen. 

“So I can mark you?”

“Yes. God, yes. Anywhere you want.” Seonghwa’s hands trailed down Hongjoong’s flank, desperate to touch him. 

“I’m going to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” Hongjoong growled, pulling them both to their feet, abandoning their tea in favor of heading to Seonghwa’s bedroom. 

Hongjoong had left marks all over Seonghwa’s neck and down his thighs as he opened him up. 

“Are you clean? Can I take you raw? Please?” Seonghwa begged as Hongjoong reached for the condom. 

“I am. Are you sure?” 

“Yes. I said I wanted to be claimed. Want you to stuff me full, get me pregnant, baby. Wanna feel you leak out of me.” He was babbling, but he meant every word. 

“Christ, Hwa.” Hongjoong grunted as he applied lube before pulling Seonghwa into his lap, guiding him down carefully onto his cock, chest to chest as they made love, Seonghwa’s own dick pinned between their torsos. They caught their release simultaneously, foreheads pressed together, panting versions of each other’s names. 

They had to change the sheets after their shower. 

Later, in bed together, Seonghwa tried to confess his feelings. 

“Hongjoong?” He asked timidly from his spot on the man’s chest. 

“Hm?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” He said it so quietly he was afraid Hongjoong hadn’t heard.

“Baby… you’re just feeling good from the sex. Tell me again in the morning if you still feel that way, okay? I don’t want you to say something you don’t mean. You still barely know me.” 

“It doesn’t matter. I know how I feel.” He was feeling a little stubborn then, “I will tell you in the morning. Because I mean it.”

“Okay, darling. Get some sleep.” Hongjoong whispered, stroking his back in time with his breaths. 

“G’night.” Seonghwa replied, brain already foggy, half asleep.

“Goodnight, my little bunny.” Hongjoong kissed the crown of his head. 

Seonghwa woke up alone. He knew Hongjoong was gone. He could just feel it. The note on his bedside table only confirmed his fears. 

Seonghwa,

I’m sorry. You deserve better than what I can offer. I’m sure you will hate me for this, but I promise you, it’s for the best. You should be with someone who isn’t an obsessed, paranoid, possessive asshole. I hope you know I cherished every moment we spent together. You’re really something special. You will heal and move on and be glad that you didn’t tie yourself to me. Promise. Take care of yourself. 

-Hongjoong 

Seonghwa called into work that night. 

Then he called into work for the rest of the week, until Wooyoung became so concerned that he came by the apartment to make sure Seonghwa was alive. After explaining what happened, Wooyoung was uncharacteristically kind and attentive, nearly protective of him on their shifts together. It was nice. It made Seonghwa almost feel like a person again. 

November came and passed and he was completely numb to all of it. All he did was sleep, work, and play Animal Crossing. Yunho felt bad, like it was his fault somehow. Tried to make it up to him in little ways. Made sure he was fed and watered. It wasn’t until after Thanksgiving that he forced him out of the house. 

“We’re going to Mingi’s for a late Friendsgiving. Come on. Here,” Yunho tossed him a sweater and some jeans, “Boots and scarf, too, it’s going to snow. I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m serious, Hwa.” He stood in the doorway, ensuring Seonghwa actually got dressed. 

He wouldn’t admit it, but it was nice to be around people. Wooyoung and Yeosang were friends with Mingi, apparently, and although he saw them several times per week, it was nice seeing them outside of that context, curled up together on the couch, able to be openly together outside of the bar. Mingi had pulled him into a big bear hug despite them not being very close, and it almost made him cry. He was a good hugger. And it was the first physical affection he’d had in a month. He was sure he looked rough, haggard, face gaunt, dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t even been able to call it a breakup this time, but it felt like one. Worse than one. 

But being here, with people who cared for him, and good food, sparkling wine, he began feeling some semblance of normality again. They were half an hour into a game of Catan when the doorbell rang, Mingi's black labrador retriever, Chicken, barked at the noise until Mingi opened the door to reveal Jongho and San. How they all knew each other, Seonghwa had no idea. But the two were holding hands and he realized just how silly Hongjoong had been at the party. Jongho seemed just as surprised to see him.

“Oh, hey. Nice to see you again.” He offered, shaking Seonghwa’s hand. 

“You, too.” Seonghwa answered, not really knowing if it was truthful or not.

“You look almost as bad as Hongjoong has when he facetimes with me.” Jongho chuckled. 

“Oh. You’ve talked to him?” He didn’t know why he was surprised. They were friends, afterall. 

“I’ve definitely talked to him. Well, he does most of the talking. He’s being very stupid, though. I keep telling him he was wrong for what he did and he needs to get his shit together and apologize profusely. He has a job offer here, you know. He’s just getting in his own way. I get it, he’s scared. But I still stand by him being very, very stupid.” 

“He what?” Seonghwa was confused. 

“You didn’t know?” Jongho looked at him sympathetically, “Sorry. Yeah. My company offered him a job. It was part of the reason he came to town. He declined when he fled the scene, but they haven’t stopped pursuing him. He’s like prodogiously good at his job.” 

“What the fuck.” Seonghwa felt even more betrayed than ever. 

“Yeah. Like I said. Very stupid” Jongho patted his arm, trying to be comforting, but mostly failing. 

Seonghwa snuck outside while everyone was distracted by the newcomers and made a phone call. He didn’t know if Hongjoong had him blocked or not because he hadn’t bothered to try to reach out, but he tried anyway. It rang five times before there was an answer.

“Hello?” Hongjoong’s voice sounded groggy but Seonghwa didn’t care enough to think about the time difference then. Fat snowflakes were falling on his face. He let them melt there, not bothering to wipe them away. 

“Kim Hongjoong. You fucking coward. You have until New Years before I block you. I’m so fucking mad at you. Don’t make me fly to Sydney, you son of a bitch. Come home. Take the job. That’s a threat. Come home and beg me to take you back before I change my mind on giving you another chance. I want you, you stupid idiot. Grow up. Get it together. Hurry the fuck up and get here.” 

“Seonghwa? I-”

“I said hurry the fuck up.” Seonghwa hung up the phone, feeling a little smug as he walked back inside. 

It was a beautiful white Christmas morning. Clear and cold, almost two feet of snow on the ground. Seonghwa had spent the whole day before cleaning his depression nest, feeling very confident that Hongjoong would show up any day now. Seonghwa had laid in bed for a while that morning, reading, drinking coffee, and enjoying the sight of snow falling outside the window. There was a knock at his bedroom door. He padded over in his slippers and Christmas tree patterned flannel pajama set to open it. 

Hongjoong stood in the doorway, holding a beautifully wrapped gift in his hand, snow-flecked beanie still on his head, nose pink from the cold. 

“Oh, hi. Took you long enough.” Seonghwa tried to be stern but couldn't hold back his smile. 

“You're happy to see me? You're something else, Park Seonghwa. You should be trying to throttle me right now.” Hongjoong said, a little sheepishly. 

“I should, but I'd like to hear you out first. You're too pretty to die young.” Seonghwa moved out of the doorway so he could come inside. 

“I, um. Made you something.” Hongjoong handed him the box as they sat side by side on Seonghwa’s bed, “It's not much. But I kinda learned how to crochet while I was gone.”

Seonghwa peeled the tape carefully, not wanting to waste the pretty paper. Inside was a box, which he opened to reveal a crocheted hat. It was soft and pink with floppy bunny ears on top. He loved it. 

“For my bunny.” Hongjoong said, giggling as Seonghwa tried it on. It fit perfectly. 

“Thank you, I love it, Hongjoong. But I hope you don't think this makes up for things.” 

“No, no, no. God no. Definitely not.” Hongjoong was practically tripping over his words. 

“Well. You're here. I'm all ears,” Seonghwa reached up to the bunny ears on his head, “Quite literally.” 

Hongjoong took a steadying breath, “Seonghwa. I'm so fucking sorry. I thought I knew what was best for you. For us. I panicked. I know that you said we could work through it. But I got this notion that I needed to protect you from myself. I don't think I would have been so scared had I not liked you so much. Then you said you were in love with me and I started to spiral.” He reached for Seonghwa's hands, eyes pleading as he continued, “But Seonghwa. You were right. I'm such a coward. I never ever should have run away like that. The fact that you had to be the one to call me and snap me out of it makes me sick. I honestly can't believe you'd even consider giving me another chance. But I had to try. My time here was the highlight of my year. I'm-” His hand reached up to caress Seonghwa's cheek. Seonghwa let him, and he continued, “I'm in love with you. If you'll give me another chance, I intend to prove to you every single day just how true that is. I'll call right now and accept the job. I just want to treat you right. How you deserve. And you deserve the absolute best. I can't promise you that I'll be perfect, but I will promise to always do my best. If you need time to think about it-” 

Seonghwa cut him off by kissing him. He didn't need to hear any more. He pulled back before it could get any more intense. 

“Sorry. You made me wait almost two whole months to do that.” Seonghwa scolded him, mostly joking, “I don't need time, baby. I want you right now. I'm still so mad at you, but I know you'll make it right. I'm willing to trust you, Hongjoong. Because I'm very much in love with you, too. I want to hear about your stupid history books. I want to help you with your crosswords. I want you to keep tabs on me and I want everyone to know that I belong to you. And I want you to call and accept that job, but first I want to take you right here on this bed until you forget you ever left in the first place.” 

“Get over here then.” Hongjoong instructed. 

It was just like their first time, Seonghwa underneath Hongjoong, crying out as he neared his release, back arching off the bed as Hongjoong nailed his prostate over and over. He had insisted on keeping the bunny hat on. 

“Come on, baby, go ahead. Let go for me, gorgeous.” Hongjoong instructed. 

“Hongjoong!” Seonghwa cried out as he came.

Hongjoong worked him through it, following quickly behind, “Yes, there we go. Fuck. Seonghwa-” He finished inside, Seonghwa loving the feeling of the warmth spreading uncontained deep in his abdomen.

They lay panting together on Seonghwa’s bed, Hongjoong tracing patterns on his back as they recovered. 

“What's with the bunny thing, anyway? I mean, I like it, I think it's really cute, actually, but it seems a little random.” Seonghwa inquired. 

Hongjoong sat up slightly, “You don't remember?” 

Seonghwa shook his head. 

“It was the only time you and Yunho convinced me to go to the playground with you on winter break.” He chuckled as he recalled the memory, “I took one hit and was a giggling mess. You guys made fun of me relentlessly. Then we saw a squirrel chase a bunny off, away from his acorns, chattering at it aggressively. I looked at you and said ‘I'm the squirrel.’ You nodded and said, ‘I'm the bunny.’ And then this big golden retriever had gotten loose from his leash and chased them both off and we cracked up, agreeing that that was Yunho.” 

“Oh my god, I do remember that! I can't believe I forgot!” Seonghwa sat up to kiss Hongjoong on the nose, “I also can't believe you remembered.” 

“I've thought of you as a bunny ever since then.” Hongjoong admitted.

“That's stupid.” Seonghwa squeezed him closer, “And adorable. I love you.”

“I love you, my little bunny.” 

New Years Eve was spent at Hongjoong’s new apartment, sort of a combined housewarming party. To everyone's surprise, Yunho and Mingi kissed as the clock struck twelve, far too passionately to just be friendly. 

“Are you guys-?” Hongjoong asked them when they finally came up for air. 

“Us?” Mingi asked, “Oh! Yeah. For a while now. We just weren't loud about it because of what you and Seonghwa were going through.”

“Huh.” Seonghwa and Hongjoong said in unison. 

“Well, um, congrats!” Seonghwa raised his champagne glass. 

“Cheers!” Yunho called, “To happy endings and new beginnings.”

“Cheers!” They echoed him. 

Later that night, after exploring every viable surface from which to have sex upon in Hongjoong’s new apartment, they lay in bed together, both too excited to sleep yet.

“What do you think about adopting?” Seonghwa asked as he stroked Hongjoong’s back, who was curled into his chest. 

“Like… a child?”

Seonghwa snickered at the obvious high pitched inflection his voice had taken as he asked the question, “No, silly. I was thinking a cat. Or maybe a rabbit.” 

Hongjoong kissed his chest where he could reach, “A bunny for my bunny. I think that's a great idea.” 

They adopted one the next day. Named her Squirrel because they were so funny. Funny, and very, very much in love.

[rainiishowers]

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A/N: I thought I'd add a little spice to my incorrect quotes, that's the only reason. They may be worded differently for different reasons If you recognize any of these you get one of my home made treats ---- Diavolo: Being happier has been triple legalized! Fun times are coming soon!! MC: Is.. Is that a threat?? Diavolo: Yes!! ---- Satan, in one of his moods: What's a mob to a king, what's a king to a god, what's a god to a non believer, what's a non believer to a poisonous dart frog?? Asmodeus: What's a poisonous dart frog to a king? Mammon: What's a poisonous dart frog to another poisonous dart frog? MC: A friend :) ---- Solomon: What do you call a bunch of chess players bragging about their skills in a hotel lobby? Luke: What? Solomon, sing-songy: Chest nuts boasting in an open foyer~ ---- *Lucifer heavily sighs randomly at dinner* Mammon: What's up? Lucifer: The word heck is a combination of "Hell" and "Fuck" yet it is treated as the lamest word when really it's double as bad. MC: Just like how shucks is a combination of "Shit" and "Fuck" and then there is the fact Goofy has been saying it all the damn time ---- Asmodeus: Rules of fashion: You think it's pretty? Wear it. MC: Okay, but I dunno how I'm gonna wear you. Solomon: You clearly haven't read Silence of the Lambs Lucifer, sarcastically: This went to a great place. ----

Diavolo: You heard of alphabet soup, not get ready for.. Diavolo: Times new ramen! MC: I said this to Lucifer once and he left the room just to scream. ---- Luke: If brains are biological computers, why don't we lag? Mammon: You can't tell me you never walked into a room and forgotten why you were there or lost a train of thought for a moment Beelzebub: One day I was walking home from RAD with Belphie and momentarily panicked because I thought Belphie wasn't with me/ ---- Mammon: If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Beelzebub: Salads. Because anything could be a salad. There's fruit salad, potato salad. What's stopping you from making pizza salad, or even ice cream salad? All you need to do is cut it up and there you go, it's a salad. Asmodeus: It sounds like you thought about that before Beelzebub: I have, yes. ---- Mammon: Finding a needle in a haystack isn't hard, just burn the hay. Leviathan: Find the hay in the needlestack though. Mammon: Big magnet. MC: See this is why I think y'all are sleeping on Mammon, he thinks of things like this ---- Belphegor: Humans are so funny sometimes. I remember when I was younger, there was this vacant lot in the human world. Whenever one of us broke our toys but didn't want to face the wrath of Lucifer, I took them and buried them in the lot. Some dude tried to develop the land, but got scared at the amount of rotten toys and convinced everyone the land was haunted. Mammon: We should use this opportunity to buy the land.

[wonscafe]

DOMESTIC MORNINGS WITH ENHYPEN !

pairing: enhypen x reader genre: lots and lots of fluff warnings: none but it might make you feel single so read with caution :’)

˒ this is the first time im trying the headcanon format hehe im a bit nervous about it but it was actually really fun to make tbh !!

HEESEUNG ー 이희승.

mornings that start very late. him being drowsy and pulling you back into bed whenever you move to stand up. lots of bedhead and lots of ‘five more minutes’ that eventually lead to more hours of cuddling. accidentally falling asleep as your hands run through his hair. very soft snores and gentle, sleepy caresses. only wakes up when you shove yourself away from his grasp to begin making lunch - because mornings with heeseung always result in missing breakfast. getting up with a groan and small scowl because he’d much rather cuddle and lay in bed than make breakfast when he could just heat up instant ramen. unplanned slow dancing in the kitchen with his hands wrapped around your waist and head tucked into your neck. jokes exchanged over your shared meal. washing dishes beside each other and giggling when you begin competing on who can splash the most bubbles on the other the fastest.

JAY ー 박정성.

eyes fluttering open from sleep, making eye-contact through the drowsiness and lightly chuckling. pulling you tightly against him with a blissful sigh. rubbing your shoulders. asking if you slept well in a croaky morning voice that you can’t keep yourself from snickering at. eyes snapping wide when you try to kiss him; pushing himself closer to the wall and crying out a ‘my morning breath!’. making you sit and relax as he whips out pan after pan to make a full course breakfast that will blow your mind away. smirking at you when he catches you staring at him. bragging about his apron and how the cloth was a perfect match to the vibe of cooking breakfast, yet failing to remember his cartoon character slippers.

JAKE ー 심재윤.

mornings with jake always seem sunny, even when it isn’t. greets you with a compliment every morning. would laugh when you push your head into his shirt, cringing at the how corny it was. asks you about your dream (if you had one) - and makes sure to get all the details and react accordingly. brushes your hair out of your face. coos at how puffy you look. lots of grins, lots of quiet talking. intertwines your pinkys together and leaves pecks on the palms of your hands. getting ready together. brushing your teeth together. tackling you with his loud laughing ringing in the air as you pulled his headband down while he washed his face. eating lunch instead of breakfast because of how long it took you to get ready, and having ramen and spam for the 5th time that week.

SUNGHOON ー 박성훈.

snickers in amusement when he wakes up to see you already looking at him. makes a lot of jokes about his beauty but proceeds to divert his compliments to you. reduces you to a blushing mess early in the morning. facing each other on your sides and speaking in hushed voices. smiling at each other with a laugh when the air gets too romantic. pulls you in for a quick peck before urging you to start getting ready. sipping on coffee while you happily make breakfast. dances with you after some prodding on your part. admiring your bare face in the healthy glow of the sunrise with a dumb, lopsided grin. denies it when you accuse him of staring at you. but ultimately admits it when you leave for school (or work) later that morning.

SUNOO ー 김선우.

lets you cling onto him as he curls into the corner. wakes up to you holding up his dry sheet mask in question. giggling and getting the mask from you with red cheeks. lots of stretching. lots of puffy pouting. animatedly tells you about what he dreamt that night. gasps and excitedly asks what you’re ordering for lunch. finding you cute and squealing as he hugs you. throwing around conversations throughout the apartment as you busily got ready for the day. reminds you to take your vitamins. kissing your cheek for every tablet you take. lots of laughs over lunch. giving you a short and loving speech before you leave for school. never forgets to give you a lot of finger hearts and remind you that he loves you.

JUNGWON ー 양정원.

sleeps peacefully under your soft gaze. remaining unaware of your concern for him as you pull him towards you and begin humming soft melodies while your hands comb through his brown locks. quietly snores against your neck. fidgets in his sleep, hands lightly clenching your shirt. wakes up in your arms confused. ‘oh, you were already up? why didn’t you wake me?’. smiles at you gratefully when shake your head and place quick massages on the knotted areas of his back. sighing into your hair. competitions in the bathroom over menial things like brushing your teeth. laughing in the kitchen as you attempt to make faces out of pancake mix. eventually arguing over the dining table about who made the ugliest pancake. you lost because his insults were too good.

NI-KI ー 니-키.

he hasn’t let go of you since you got under the covers together and still doesn’t plan to. denies he’s awake when you prod him to withdraw his arms from your waist. whines a lot. reaches out for you like a newborn baby. spits out a lot of half-assed excuses for you to come back into bed with him. continues to cling onto you from the bedroom to the bathroom to the kitchen. tries to help you with breakfast and pouts when you dramatically blocked him from entering the kitchen. resolves to only hug you and pepper your face with kisses as you make food for the both of you. compliments you when he finally gets to eat it. teases you by pretending to drop a plate as you wash the dishes together. laughing uncontrollably when you hit him with your soap covered washing glove.

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[weirdkpopgirl]

Exposed | Chenle Imagine #1

Title: Exposed

Genre: Comedy, Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 827

Author’s Note: I honestly wasn’t sure how to title this one, so I apologize 😅. This was a request from earlier, and inspiration kinda shot through me. I had a pretty fun time writing. To the anon that requested this, I hope this was satisfactory. Thank you for reading! ^ - ^

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Both of you were surprised you have lasted almost a year and a half. Chenle had taken interest in you some time ago when you met at a park when he was walking his dog. You fell completely in love with Daegal, and that’s how you became friends. Slowly, casual hangs out turned into dates, and Chenle asked how you’d feel about being his girlfriend.

From the beginning, you and Chenle had a mutual agreement to keep things private. Not because one of you was embarrassed about the other. It was just knowing how fans can be, and not wanting to risk the company interfering. Chenle didn’t want to let that stuff get in between you guys, and he wanted to keep you safe. The two of you were also fairly new to being in a relationship, so you wanted to take things slow.

So no one knew that you were dating, not your friends, and not even his members.

You had to admit it was kind of nice to have a quiet relationship. Chenle was so sweet to you. He could easily make you laugh and helped you to see things in a more positive light. While Chenle appreciated how you were always looking out for him. He could tell that you didn’t like him because of his fame or status. Your feelings were sincere, and he could be himself around you.

By now Chenle and you were pretty serious, and he found it getting harder to keep this a secret. He wanted to be able to brag about you to his members and show the cute selfies he had taken of you sleeping with Daegal. How bad it could be if just a few people knew?

“We’ve done so well so far,” You said to him one day, petting his head. “Maybe we should still wait a bit.”

Of course, you understood when he told you his feelings on this. But you were a little afraid of the possible outcomes. If the wrong person found out, you could lose your boyfriend in a second. You didn’t think you were ready yet.

“Yeah, we’ll do it when we’re both ready,” Chenle agreed.

A few days after that conversation, you were at Chenle’s house. He didn’t have any schedule that day, so he asked you to come over to spend some time together. You were in his bedroom playing with Daegal, while he was in the kitchen making ramen for you two.

Coincidentally, this was the day the Dreamies decided to make a surprise visit. You sat up when you heard voices from the living room. Feeling anxious, you cautiously stepped out of the room with Daegal in your arms.

You immediately froze when you saw his members at the front door. They looked at you, equally surprised to see a person they’d never seen before in Chenle’s house.

“Who are you?” Jeno tilted his head. “Do any of you know her?”

Jisung put a hand over his mouth, “Is she a dog-napper?”

The boys continued to talk amongst each other, while you stood there holding Daegal closer to you. Haechan was threatening to call the police when Chenle came in.

“You idiots.” He mentally facepalmed and went to stand by you who looked terrified. But his members didn’t appear too phased by the younger’s insult.

“Chenle, who is this?” Renjun asked.

He quickly glanced over to you and you gave him a small nod. It was now or never at this point.

“This is (Y/n). She’s my girlfriend.”

The boys stared at him with wide eyes. “What?!” “Girlfriend?” “Are you serious right now?”

They were pretty shocked to hear this news. The room was so loud with their gazillion questions. Chenle sighed and turned to you who shrugged with a smile. Eventually, he got them to chill out and sit down. On the other hand, you still haven’t said a word.

Mark was the first to speak up properly. “Honestly, this is great news! We’re happy for you Chenle.”

“Yeah sorry about our earlier,” Jisung smiled sheepishly. 

Slowly, you began to relax. “It’s alright.”

“How did you guys meet?” Jaemin would then ask. Thankfully, Chenle did most of the explaining. Now they understood where the singer had been sneaking off to.

Haechan sulked, “I can’t believe you’ve hidden this from us for so long.”

“I’m sorry. (Y/n) is a little shy with other people,” Chenle said. “And we wanted to be sure that we were serious before we told anyone.”

The two of you exchanged a smile, leaving the boys in awe at how cute you guys were. This was not how either of you imagined telling the boys about your relationship. But you guys knew you could trust them with your secret. They were also super supportive and made an effort to make you feel comfortable.

But yeah, a chaotic first meeting for a chaotic group. What can you expect?

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[rayshippouuchiha]

Izuku starts having some recurring sex dreams featuring shibari and wakes up horny and confused, noodle is just chillin, playing innocent. He may be upset with Shouta right now but he Will get this relationship to happen and now he gets to brag about being first.

Ramen is set and determined to lay the groundwork whether Shouta agrees or not. And if he doesn't get his shit together then Ramen is ready and willing to just stay with Izuku anyways.

Especially after Izuku activates Black Whip for the first time after Ramen comes home with him and Ramen immediately falls in love all over again.

[likeastarstar]

Magic, Love, & Other Hallucinations

summary: you're half crazy, he's a doctor- what could go wrong?

triggers: car crashes, descriptions of blood and injuries, mentions of magic and elven princes.

a/n: this is possible the most random thing i have ever written but i kind of love it! hope you do too.

You knew that you were different from other people from the moment you were born.

Maybe that was dramatic, maybe you realized it more along the lines of like kindergarten or something- but still, you knew pretty early on.

You knew because someone told you. They taunted you about it, whined when you tried to make other friends, bragged about the specialness. It was annoying and you tried to make them stop but that's the worst part of it- the idea of them, of him, going away was the worst idea of them all.

"Wake up."

You stirred in your sleep, nose twitching but refusing to wake up.

"Hey, I know you hear me- wake up."

You rolled over, shoving your face into the pillow instead of opening your eyes because if you opened your eyes you'd see-

"WAKE UP."

You groaned, slapping the bed with a weak, angry hand before opening your eyes to a round face with all too magnetic eyes staring back at you, a small smirk on his full lips, "Good morning sunshine."

"Go fuck yourself," You seethed, rolling over again.

"Kinda hard, I am you, you are me, and all that crap." He grinned, cuddling into your side.

You huffed put a frustrated breath of air. This is exactly what you were talking about- it was kind of hard to ignore how different you were when he was constantly reminding you of it. But different didn't really cut it, did it? Different meant a lot of things but very seldom did it mean that you had a buddy, someone no one else could see but you.

You weren't really sure why, or what he was- a ghost, a hallucination, an imaginary friend. You didn't really even want to know, because then someone would take him away from you and as annoying as he was, he was your best friend.

He was you, you were him.

You never felt lonely or misunderstood, maybe you felt sad sometimes but he always knew how to make you feel better.

"Why do we drink so much?" You groaned, feeling him rub circles into the base of your neck.

"I love drunk us, we're so flirty."

"I hate hungover us, Jimin- I hate us." You snapped, flopping over.

"Keep your hate on your side of the bed," Jimin grumbled, stretching like a cat in your bed, fist hitting the side of your head sharply.

You winced, a headache instantly radiating throughout your skull.

"Wanna go get ramen?" He asked in a quiet voice, because he knew if he spoke any louder, your brain would melt into a puddle at the base of your cranium and then he would disappear forever.

You perked up instantly, immediately rising out of bead, "Yes, yes I do."

Hoodie on, sweatpants sagged, sunglasses on.

Ready for battle.

You shuffled your way into the convenience store, bumping into someone on your way in, "Sorry." You grumbled, adjusting your face mask awkwardly.

"He smells good- we smell terrible, do you think he could smell us?" Jimin asked, skipping past you on the way to the ramen aisle.

Probably.

You rolled your eyes and got your shit- paying for it as silently and painlessly as possible before pouring in the hot water, isolating yourself in a corner of the store while you stared at it, willing your noodles to cook before you barfed all over the place.

"Oh god, he's coming back," Jimin gasped in horror, "he's coming to tell us we smell like peach soju and regrets."

"Who's coming back?" You muttered, looking at Jimin sideways.

"Mind if I sit here?"

You froze, looking up with wide eyes at the man you must've bumped into on the way in here. You knew he was the same guy because Jimin was right, he smelled good, like oranges and something manly. He had one of those faces, pure and clear- like an angel. A catlike angel, yeah. And that hair, god. He had so much hair and it was all wavy and tucked really pretty behind his ears.

"Like an elven prince," Jimin nodded, agreeing with your sentiments exactly.

Suddenly, it was like the heavens opened up and there was a light shining down on him in this shitty little 711, a crown appearing on top of his head and tiny little pixie fairies resembling Jimin floating around his face chanting, "sexy! sexy! sexy!"

"Am I bothering you?" He asked, a slightly confused, awkward expression on his face.

"No! Sit- sorry," You stammered, pushing your ramen to one end of the table so he could sit on the other side.

"Thanks," He said quietly, collapsing into a chair and immediately placing his ramen across from yours- same brand, different flavor.

He crossed his arms on the table and leaned over so his head was buried between them, a heavy sigh falling from his lips.

"You should ask him to marry you," Jimin decided, nodding his head wisely. You shot him a look and tried to stop yourself from laughing- Jimin was the most reckless, insane parts of you, it made even the most mundane moments of life feel exciting.

"Rough night?" You asked nonchalantly.

"You could say that. Didn't even go to sleep last night." He sighed.

"What a coincidence! I didn't either! I mean, maybe for like half an hour but that's nothing, really." You grinned animatedly.

The man peeked his head up, smiling at how excited you seemed over a shared lack of sleep, "Yeah? What were you doing all night?"

"That seems like a loaded question," You but back, narrowing your eyes.

"Well, I'm stuck here for the next three and a half minutes while my noodles cook- entertain me so I don't fall asleep?" He countered, giving you his best 'pretty please' eyes.

He blinked up at you demurely and your heart melted a little.

"Oh he's good, he's real good." Jimin noted, leaning towards him, "Can we take him home with us?"

"I was partying with my best friend and he has this rule- first one asleep gets a dick drawn on their forehead." You explained, eyeing Jimin, who was now sitting beside the man, rubbing up against him like a cat with a scratching post, a thick, all too detailed penis scrawled on his forehead.

"Oh that's way more fun then my night," He pouted, watching you uncover your ramen and dig in.

"Why didn't you sleep?" You asked, a mouthful of noodles hanging from your lips.

"Attractive," Jimin swiped sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"I was elbow deep in someone's abdomen, didn't seem like the best time for a nap." He quipped.

You squeaked in surprise, noodles falling from your mouth and back into the plastic bowl in front of you. He laughed, pulling his own bowl towards him and uncovering it.

"You're either a very relaxed murderer or a doctor?" You asked, watching him carefully take his chopsticks and swirl the contents of his bowl, blowing on it delicately.

"Which one would interest you more?" He smirked, tilting his head towards you.

He was looking at you- really looking at you. A lot of people have a problem with eye contact, you were one of them, actually. This guy- this random guy that you randomly ran into didn't apparently. This guy had no problem sizing you up with slightly narrowed eyes and that stupid smirk on his face that made it seem like...something was happening.

That there were fairies and elven princes and true honest to god incidences of love at true sight.

Even if it wasn't love- it was definitely lust. Because the way your half dead, hungover body fighting off alcohol soaking through your pores was suddenly alive and humming in response to this man right now? Carnal.

"Murderer- definitely murderer." You said thoughtfully, chewing through your food carefully.

He laughed openly, eyes crinkling up at the corners. He had the cutest teeth- so straight, his smile showed off his gums and you leaned in a little just to soak it all up.

"Teef," Jimin corrected, "Can't call them teeth, gotta use teef. Him and his teef are so...adorable. We're in love."

You shot him a look because you couldn't respond at the moment without seeming like a crazy person. We can't be in love- we just met him.

You listened to his stories about being elbow deep in someone's abdomen, stitching someone's head back together- you listened to him talk about what he did to relax outside of work, how he liked music and playing the piano. You did it while inspecting him, the way his hands were so steady and strong looking, the way his clothes didn't give anything away- the non-assuming hoodie and plain sweatpants.

You stared at him for any clue of a girlfriend or a boyfriend or a girlfriend with a special little friend only she could see floating around her at all times.

"You should ask him for his number," Jimin nudged, driving his elbow into your side.

First it was marriage, now it's his number?

You spoke about a million things and you didn't even ask for his number. You were too chicken, it sucked. He said goodbye and you walked separate ways while Jimin was screaming at you from the top of his lungs. You actually turned back to look at him one last time, the man you never even got the name of, and Jimin was walking after him screaming, "I'm going with him!"

You thought about him all week, trying to manifest him appearing in a million ways. Jimin ordered you to get a bunch of new crystals just to bring him back to you, pushing you to try witchcraft next. Maybe you manifested him too hard, because it hit you like a truck.

Literally- you were waiting for the bus and a truck veered off the road and hit you.

"Can you hear me?" The paramedic said, gripping your shoulders. "I need you to say if you can hear me, can you do that for me?"

There's blood all over us, our body hurts, our eyes feel heavy. We have a headache, we want to sleep.

"What?" You asked, disoriented. You didn't understand what happened at first, but as soon as you felt the plastic texture of the stretcher beneath you, slow, intentional beeping of some machine in the ambulance- you remembered everything.

"Okay, can you hear me? Stay with me, you're at a hospital now, you'll be okay, just stay calm."

You nodded but instantly felt pain around my neck- what about Jimin? You turned to look for her, but he wasn't there- you could hear someone screaming, it sounded like him. But instead of him, you saw another paramedic and let them ease you from the ambulance. You saw the sky briefly before you were in a building again, this time with unflattering florescent lighting and a lot of loud noises.

Where the hell is Jimin?

"Can you tell us your name?" A new face said, this one was a doctor, probably.

He was a father. You could tell from his receding hair line and the worry on his face. It's the same one your dad would be sporting right now, if he were here. Where was Jimin? He should be looking at you like that too. The air around you was ringing, and your neck still hurt like a bitch. "My side hurts."

"Okay, now-"

You struggled to lift your hand up to my side but managed to after a moment, resisting the doctor trying to stop you. You wrapped your hand around whatever was in your side- it had a jagged edge and felt cool to the touch. You tried to yank it out but he pulled your hand away.

"What have we got here?" A voice asked, the sound of a door opening and closing greeting your ears.

You gasped, the face of the man- the man, entering in your vision. His eyes were wide, panicked. Not the expression you want to see on your doctor. You would've freaked out more but behind him, peering over his shoulder was Jimin.

You sighed in relief, melting as Jimin reached around to stroke your hair, "We're okay."

We're okay.

"What the hell happened to you?" He muttered, reaching out a tentative hand and taking yours in it without taking his eyes off of your face. You scanned the length of his body- white coat, fitted scrubs, tired eyes. He was real, you knew so because you could feel him in your hand. Your eyes zoned in on the badge dangling from his pocket- Min Yoongi. That was his name.

"I'm okay," you assured someone- whether you were speaking to Yoongi or Jimin was unclear.

"Do you know her Min?"

"Yeah," He breathed out slowly, "Yeah, I do. We need to start a morphine drip, she's probably in a lot of pain- are you in a lot of pain? It's okay, I'm here now. Bet you're pretty glad I'm not a murderer now, huh?"

You'd laugh if you weren't currently yanking out a piece of what felt like metal from your side. You screamed when you finally wedged it free, a wash of relief crawling through your body. You slammed it into his hand and tried to catch your breath.

"What the-"

You didn't get to hear the word he chose to end that sentence with because you passed out. Again.

If you could choose, you'd pick Jimin over Yoongi. You didn't really know Yoongi in the first place, it was an easy choice to make. But you'd choose Jimin over anyone, over anything, even love. Even the smallest prospect of love, you didn't care. You'd choose Jimin.

Good thing you could apparently have both.

You woke up to a stupid beeping machine, Yoongi sitting reading a book next to your bed on an uncomfortable looking chair.

"Has he been here this entire time?" Jimin gasped, cramped in the hospital bed beside you like a cat. You eyed him, wondering why he was wearing a hospital gown too, except his had the waist cinched in alluringly.

"Hey," You said softly, wincing as got sat up.

"Hey," He smiled, looking up immediately. "Crazy seeing you here."

You laughed weakly, letting him help you into a fully seated position. He was looking at you with amazement in his eyes, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. You didn't know what it meant, you didn't mind it though.

"Do you remember anything that happened?" He asked quietly, nodding understandingly when you shook your head. "Do you want me to tell you?"

You nodded, eyes zipping around the room for Jimin, who was also nodding eagerly.

"You showed up around 10 last night, pretty bad bruising along your spine, severe concussion but no lasting neuro deficits, and a large thirty centimeter puncture would which you so carelessly yanked out of yourself before passing out." He listed calmly, sucking in an annoyed breath with a perturbed look on his face.

"Oops," You said lamely, offering him a sweet smile.

Yoongi broke character to laugh, leaning over your frame to touch the bandaged wound at the smallest part of your waist, "I could've done a better job preventing a scar had you waited for me to take it out."

"You took too long, I couldn't wait any longer," You grumbled. "It's nice to meet you formally, by the way. Min Yoongi is a good name."

"I wished on a star that I'd see you again last night," He admitted, with a guilty look on his face. "I wished on a star because I hated that I didn't at least ask for your name that day and then you wound up in my ER. I found out your name through a bloody wallet in a patient bag the paramedics brought in."

"Dark," Jimin noted.

"I wished for you too," You assured, "It's not like you made me get in an accident."

"I know I don't know you, but my heart stopped when I saw you yesterday. I'm not even on the clock right now- I've just willingly been here because..." He trailed off, blush tinged pink.

"You don't have to feel guilty," You whispered.

"Let me take you to dinner. I want to know everything about you, I have to." He said quickly, "I don't know what's going on but you feel like magic- I wished on a star and I got you and I'm not letting you go so easily."

Jimin squealed, hiding underneath the covers of your thin hospital blankets as of that would give you more privacy.

It was your turn to blush, unable to stop the smile on your face, "Okay then."

"Okay then," Yoongi repeated, a satisfied little smile settling in on his face.

"I'm so glad he didn't turn out to be a murderer," Jimin sighed, kicking his feet under yours excitedly.

You were too.

masterlist.

[mindninjax]

Opposites Attract

Soulmate AU

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader (College AU) 

Rating: M for Mature

Warnings: Smut (18+), Exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, size kink

Word Count: 8.1K

A/N: This is my Secret Santa Gift for the beautiful @messwriting​. Lee, you wonderful beautiful human. Alright so I’m not going to get all mushy in the author’s note here because I’ve already gotten super mushy in your DMs MULTIPLE TIMES to where we’ve CRIED TOGETHER bahahah. But please please know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. You are an absolute rock star with the purest soul and ANYONE who comes in contact with you is the luckiest person on earth. Thank you so very very much for being my friend.💖 I hope you enjoy! P.S. Don’t come for me for my lack of soccer knowledge. I don’t know SHIT about sports bahahah 

As you get closer to your soulmate you can gradually hear their thoughts clearer and clearer. When your eyes meet, their voice sounds clear as day

Your soulmate is an asshole. 

Of all the people in the world of course it is your luck that your soulmate turns out to be the cockiest little shit that ever did exist. How self-deprecating, humble, quiet you, got a forever partner that is loud, cocky, and slightly selfish, you have no idea. 

It’s definitely a strange feeling, finding him completely unbearable but not being able to physically want to be away from him. The “pull” of soulmates is a strong force, only the most stubborn of people can ignore it and go about their lives. 

The ghost of his voice echoes inside your head as he approaches you. A chance encounter on your trip to Japan for a study abroad opportunity, you two meet in front of a ramen shop. You feel the pull stronger than it ever has been, and you're ready to see him. That is, until a particular blonde man brushes past you in a rush to get into the shop. 

“Move it, extra,” he grumbles, shouldering you out of his way. 

The burning hits immediately and stops him in his tracks as he turns around to stare into your eyes. For just a moment the world seems to stop and be complete all in one. When your eyes meet, the voices in your head become louder, like you were right in each other’s ear. 

Are you serious, the idiot standing there blocking the door? 

Geez, could he have hit me any harder?

His voice brought comfort and fury with its intrusion. With your voice in his head, he’s instantly annoyed at how soft spoken it is. It is the complete opposite of his normally boisterous tone. 

Katsuki Bakugo. He’s on his school football (soccer) team, the star player, center forward. Recruiters are already scouting him despite not being finished with college yet. He’s being set up for success in every way and he doesn’t go a minute without bragging about it and letting everyone know. 

You, on the other hand, are quiet, a bit shy but an adamant and thorough worker. Your grades are perfect and your studies are the most important thing to you. You rarely seek out any attention, being content with watching from the sidelines and taking in information. Your voice reflects that, never truly yelling about anything unless it’s about something you enjoy. 

In conclusion, the two of you are complete opposites. 

At the start, the two of you try to ignore each other. When you hear his rude comment in your head, you immediately apologize and move out of his way, leaving the ramen shop in a hurry to get away from him. Confrontation scares you and you do whatever you can to avoid it all costs, which includes letting a very rude but attractive man call you an idiot and push you out of the way.  

He stares after your retreating figure, both confused and angry as Kirishima places a hand on his shoulder to ask him if he’s coming in. 

What’s her deal?

You hear him question as you quicken your pace around the corner and back to your dorm. The next few days are as awkward as your first meeting. You both keep running into each other at the same places. Not on purpose, clearly, but the fact that your minds are connected now seems to keep drawing you back to each other. You start to believe your favorite places to study are the gym and the nature park, which are places you’ve never studied before, and he starts visiting the library more, claiming it’s “easier to focus” there. 

It isn’t until he finally stops you from hurrying out of the gym for the third time that week that you two actually speak to each other. 

“Hey, dumbass, you gonna run from me forever?” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you back towards him. 

For the second time the two of you stare into each other’s eyes, and you’re able to actually take in his features. Ok so you admit, he’s very handsome, hot even. His muscles are perfectly framed in the black tank top he’s currently wearing, and you’re sure he’s flexing a little to show off. The way his hair is currently plastered to his forehead from sweating during practice makes you lick your lips quickly and the cocky smile he wears surprisingly works for his features and draws you in. 

Heh, glad you like what you see. At least you’ve got good taste.

And just like that, he ruins it by opening his mouth—well, figuratively. He pulls you in closer to his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist to stop you from escaping. You take a deep breath before flashing him a smile and responding, 

“No, I plan on running at least until the end of the semester when I can go back home. I try not to make a habit of befriending assholes.”

Your incisive tone catches him off guard and you use it to your advantage. The quicker you can get out of there before he starts something, the better. It probably wasn’t a good idea to provoke him but he was a jerk. You slip out of his grasp and leave him standing there dumbfounded while the rest of his teammates within earshot laugh and make fun of him. 

“Damn, Bakugo, you just got BURNED,” Sero says as Bakugo turns to him, glaring. 

“Looks like the Great Bakugo can’t get whatever girl he wants. Not even his soulmate wants to be with him.” Kaminari laughs and moves away as Bakugo swipes at him. 

What a fucking asshole! Good, I hope he’s embarrassed, he needs to be knocked down a peg anyway. Soulmates—yeah right. How the hell is this going to work between us?

He can hear your frustrated rant inside his mind as he watches you stomp away from him. He doesn’t want to admit how much your words bother him. His soulmate can’t stand being around him? It’s a huge blow to his ego and now he’s pissed. He huffs out an angry breath as you get lost in the crowd. Fine, he’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. 

As the weeks drag on, you and Bakugo don’t see much of each other anymore. In fact, he makes it a purpose of his to not go to the places he’s drawn to. Your thoughts haven’t been on him either. You’ve been really focused on research for a presentation coming up at the end of the week. He’s really impressed at your organization and dedication to your subject. It seems to mean a lot to you, and you’re putting your all into making sure you get your point across and educate your peers. 

Ok, so maybe you aren’t an idiot.

You roll your eyes as you sit in the library, scribbling notes and typing away at your laptop. You’ve gotten pretty good at blocking out his thoughts and ignoring him, but sometimes a sly comment about you will slip through the mental barricade you’ve put up. He chuckles when he hears you mumble to yourself, “Shut up, I’m trying to study.” 

He gasps a bit at your answer. It’s been days since you’d even acknowledged his presence, and he admits he likes the feisty tone. 

Ah, so interrupting your studies is what’ll get you to talk to me? I’ll remember that for the future, princess.

His deep voice rings in your head, distracting you momentarily at how it draws you in and makes you want to hear more of it. The stupid pet name makes you cringe and you’re annoyed at how it also makes your heart flutter.

You probably say that to every girl.

He chuckles again before you shake your head to pull yourself back into focus on your presentation notes. They’re almost done. The amount of time and work you’ve put into this project is equivalent to how much of your grade it’s worth. Focus. You can do this. 

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The day of the presentation comes and your heart is skipping beats. You’re so nervous you’re shaking. You’re prepared, you’ve memorized everything, you know this topic like the back of your hand. There’s no need to be nervous, right? 

Wrong. Your mind is filled with everything that could go wrong during this presentation. 

It’s only 30 minutes, you think to yourself. You spend the rest of the day hyping yourself up, taking deep breaths and listening intently to the other presenters. Bakugo has been unnaturally quiet in your head today. Maybe he’s respecting the fact that you’re so nervous you could throw up, or maybe he’s just too focused on practice right now. 

There are some times when you’re able to see a few flashes of what he’s seeing when he concentrates hard enough. He’ll focus on eating breakfast and you can see what he’s eating, and if he really focuses you can even taste it. The soulmate business is really weird. Either way you’re grateful for the small break and you’re hyping yourself up for the presentation. 

When it is finally your turn, you walk with confidence up to the podium. The large lecture hall goes silent as you command the attention of the 100+ students. You’ve got this, you say in your mind, take a deep breath and start your presentation. 

The first few minutes of the presentation go well. You only see a few people not paying attention, but for the most part, you’ve got them all interested. You haven’t stumbled over your words once and your professor is nodding occasionally at the fact checked and seal-tight information you’ve provided. 

When you’re more than halfway done you hear a small groan in your mind. You hesitate for just a second while speaking, but it isn’t noticeable enough for anyone to think there’s something wrong. What’s going on? You wonder as another groan echoes in your mind. Is Bakugo hurt? Did something happen? Is he stranded somewhere? You try to continue through your presentation, quietly calling out to try and get his attention in your mind. You freeze when a zip of an image passes through your mind and your professor has to ask if you’re ok. 

You reassure him you’re fine, apologizing for your unprofessionalism and blaming it on the fact that you felt a sneeze coming. You try to brush it off, forget what you think you saw but all of a sudden the groans in your head are louder and more frequent. The rhythmic grunts and wet noises provide a sense of dread. Your face heats up in embarrassment when you realize what ‘s happening and you desperately try—but fail—to block him out. 

Fuck baby, you feel so good around my cock.

His voice is louder than it’s ever been in your head and you’re ashamed at the first thought that flies into your mind. 

Is this fucker cheating on me?!?! 

The laugh that follows your question is full of victory as it passes through his clenched teeth. You have to remember to keep going with your presentation—there are only a few slides left. 

Oh come on, princess, is it really cheating if you rejected me, your soulmate?

Bakugo continues moaning loudly in your mind while grunting out curses and lewd noises. Your blood boils. You’re pissed with him and pissed with yourself. How dare he? He spends most of the day quiet then forces himself to be loud as hell in the middle of a very important presentation? And damn him for making you sick with jealousy at the idea of some other girl having sex with your soulmate. 

I hope she gives you crabs, dick.

As you stumble over the next few slides, trying to regain your concentration to get through the end of them as quickly as possible, your mind is flooded with images. They’re so vivid it’s like you’re in the room watching him. He’s in his dorm room, lying on the bed shirtless. The room is full of posters of his favorite pro athletes. The dorm is tidy with only a few books on a desk and some family photos in picture frames. You can smell the fresh pine scent of the diffuser in the corner. 

Your attention is pulled from his surroundings when you see what he’s actually doing. His admittedly large and thick length is pulled out and he’s stroking it seductively, smiling to himself as your mind becomes flustered. 

Like what you see even more now, don’t you baby? 

You choke, physically choke and cough in the middle of your presentation as Bakugo spits into his hand and pumps his cock, letting out a prolonged exaggerated moan. It sends quivers straight to your cunny and you clench your thighs together behind the podium as you try to catch your breath. 

You understand now, he’s fucking with you. Making you think he was with another woman and now trying to distract you with this little show of his. 

There’s nothing “little” about it, princess. 

He growls in his mind and increases his pace. The precum beading at the tip of his cock glistens and you’re wracked with guilt at the lewd thoughts popping into your head. You try really hard not to be impressed with how pretty it is, how you wish it were your hands sliding up and down his dick. That thought makes its way into Bakugo’s head and the grunt that escapes his lips is genuine as he also starts to picture your hands around him. 

You breathe in and out of your nose quickly, trying to slow your heart rate down and finish up the presentation. As you come to a close, Bakugo speeds up groaning and cursing through his teeth. He lifts his hips into his hand, picturing it as yours as he moans your name and spurts cum all over his chiseled abs. 

When your professor gives you a warm smile, tells you “great job,” and motions for you to take your seat, you shuffle back to sit down. Your panties are soaked and you try to relax your heart rate as the image of Bakugo’s torso and his teasing laughter recedes to the back of your mind. 

You’re steaming, grinding your teeth as the next person takes their place at the podium. You won’t be able to do anything until your class is over in an hour and a half, but you make sure to hold on to all the anger you’re feeling right now. Your foot taps anxiously as you try to pay attention to the other presentations, but all you can think about right now is finding Bakugo and slapping the shit out of him. 

When class finally ends, you race out of the lecture hall. His pull guides your feet so you don’t have to concentrate on weaving through the crowd of people. Your body knows exactly where to take you while you filter through what you could possibly say to him when you see him. Before you know it, you're standing at the door of the small weight room where Bakugo and a few of his friends are wrapping up their session. You stomp into the room, ignoring the confused looks of his teammates. 

“How dare you?” you scream at him, trying to get in his face despite how tall he is. He looks down at you, seeming unbothered by your fury and laughs at you. 

“You wanna elaborate? I left you alone like you wanted me to,” he says, shrugging and turning away from you. 

“Do you have any idea how important that project was? How much of my grade it was worth? How important it was to me that every student in that class listened to me and took my information to heart?” you scream at him, getting yourself worked up. You try to hide the crack in your voice, but he picks up on it immediately. The smug smile melts from his face as he watches you, but you don’t give him the chance to say anything. 

No, this time he will listen to you. 

“Of course you don’t know. Because you’re a selfish asshole who only thinks of himself! Did you even realize what I’m studying? It’s to help people, to spread awareness! I’m trying to help and what are you doing? Fucking around like you’re some horny teenager!” you finish as the hot tears fall from your eyes. 

Bakugo is mortified as he watches you cry with an enraged expression in front of him. He honestly thinks you look beautiful showing this much emotion over something you’re so passionate about.  

“Oh, you’re really serious about this,” he whispers as the rest of his teammates try to shuffle out of the room.

That’s it, you are sick of his shitty attitude, of him not taking you seriously. Maybe there’s something wrong; you two can’t be soulmates. Not if he’s so naïve that he can’t see how much this means to you.

He hears that and reaches out to you, wanting to show you that’s not true, but you slap his hand away and move away from him. You’re about to run off again but this time he grabs your arm and he doesn’t let go. You glare up at him, looking from his hand around your wrist to his deep crimson eyes. 

“Let me go,” you say through your teeth, trying to pull out of his grasp. 

“No.” 

You’re shocked, the audacity of this man. How dare he do all of this and then refuse to leave you alone?

“I said let me go, Katsuki,” It’s the first time you use his first name and you don’t even realize it. It falls naturally from your tongue and it sounds glorious to him. He could hear you say it over and over. 

“And I said no, y/n. You can’t keep running from me, you idiot! We’re soulmates!” 

“I don’t care that we’re soulmates!” 

There’s a pause between the two of you as both of you breathe heavily in anger, your words echoing through the empty weight room. You’re still furious with him—you think—but with the events of the day and the fear of breaking down completely in front of him, you give in to the desirous pull and melt into his body. In a second, the two of you are on each other, slamming your lips together sloppily as he pulls you into his strong arms. 

He moans against your lips and you hear a few thoughts you’re sure he didn’t mean to let slip out. 

Fuck, your lips are so fucking soft, just as soft as I thought they would be. Finally, you have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you. 

The honesty in his words surprises you. The entire time you thought he was selfish and rude, but he keeps a certain softness to his character hidden behind his mean scowl and harsh words that you think you can pull out of him. It’s that thought that makes you press into his hard body more, giving in to the arousal you felt during class. 

His hand fists into your hair and presses your lips closer to his, forcing his tongue in your mouth. A moan tumbles from you as your thigh brushes against his length in the sweatpants he wears. You hook your arms under his pits and scratch at his back through the fabric pushing your breast against his chest. He groans into you as a string of curses flow through his mind as the desperation for each other builds into dripping lust. You take his lip between your teeth as he pulls away slowly, panting and watching you with lidded eyes. He’s letting you make the next move, giving you full control for once as he waits to see if you will run away again. 

So what do you want to do, sweetheart?

“Shut up, Katsuki,” you say, rolling your eyes and pulling him back to you. His hands travel to your ass and squeeze, digging his thick fingers into the fabric as your kiss becomes wilder. You moan again as his fingers massage and claw at you, yearning to feel your skin. You both think of the same idea at once; you jump and wrap your legs around his waist and he catches you in the same moment, the two of you never pulling away from each other. 

He walks you to a small closet in the corner of the room that holds more weights and dumbbells, opens the door and closes it quickly behind him. He steps over them and pins you to an open wall, grinding his now full erection against your warm center. Your panties and leggings are still wet from the show he put on earlier and he laughs cockily when his hand slips to rub over your clothed slit. You moan at the pressure of his fingers as he smiles against your lips, reveling in how he’s able to make sounds like this come from you. 

You reach down to the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head quickly. You lean back, anchoring yourself against the wall to marvel at his strong, lithe figure. His muscular arms are glistening with sweat from the workout and the veins are prominent. His broad shoulders contrast his tiny waist and it looks as if his body is an arrow that points straight to the main course. His sweatpants sit low on his hips so you can see the “v” and the small tuft of blonde hair. A sense of pride washes through you as you look at him and before you can catch it you know he hears your thought, Damn, I’m lucky he’s mine. 

Your thought pushes him over the edge, he drops your legs making sure to keep you pinned against the wall as he pulls your leggings and underwear down and forces your thighs apart. 

“Fuck you’re already so wet for me baby,” he says kissing your inner thigh. You bite your lip to hold in the whimpers, but when he bites into the skin of your thigh and licks to soothe the pain you let out a loud yelp followed by a wanton moan. 

His fingers ghost up your leg to play with your clit as he leaves love marks all over your thigh. 

You arch into his touch as he lets one thick finger enter your walls. He pumps it in and out before replacing his finger with his tongue. 

“You taste so good, baby, better than I imagined,” he says between licks. Pants and curses tumble from your lips. He switches between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit. When you feel like you’re about to burst, the sound of a door opening in the distance and a familiar voice echoing through the empty weight room stops both of you in your tracks. 

“Hey, Bakugo! Are you still in here?” 

It’s Kirishima, one of Katsuki’’s teammates. Your eyes grow wild and you slap a hand over your mouth as you hear his footsteps get a bit closer to the closet. You look down to Katsuki who’s covered in your juices as he looks up at you trying to hear what Kirishima will do. When he catches your eye and sees the slight panic on your face he grins sneakily. You know exactly what he’s thinking as soon as he does and you give him a scolding look. 

Don’t you dare.

Aww come on, princess. Why don’t we let him know we’re together now?

He licks a long stripe up your pussy and it takes everything in you not to moan his name. You tighten your hand over your mouth and fist your other into his hair as he slurps wildly at your dripping cunny. Your whimpers only encourage him as he hears Kirishima call out his name again. 

The footsteps get closer to the door and you have to bite your lip so hard it almost bleeds to hold in your cries of ecstasy. Katsuki shoves two fingers into your clenching walls and it’s enough to cause you’re undoing. You cry out, no longer able to hold in your ecstasy and you can hear Kirishima pause shuffle in your direction. 

“B...Bakugo?” He asks in a small nervous voice. 

He gets up wiping his face before yelling through the door, “Get the fuck out of here, Shitty Hair, I’m fucking busy!” 

You don’t even have time to listen to Kirishima’s retreating footsteps before Katsuki is standing in front of you again. He rips your hand away from your mouth, “I wanna hear you scream my name this time, baby.” He pulls his pants down, lifts one of your legs and enters you in one swift motion.

You oblige in his request, screaming his name as his thick cock fills you. He’s so big and stretches you out so much you’re not even sure he can fit any more. But you’re proven wrong when he starts thrusting deeply into you. He sets a quick pace pulling your body closer to his as he fucks you passionately. He’s so lost in his pleasure he doesn’t speak aloud, his thoughts become a stream of consciousness that is more emotional than you’ve heard come from him before. 

Fuck you’re so tight. You feel so good, baby, Fuck. Mine all mine. 

His grunts and your moans mesh together to form a chorus of pleasure as the sound of your slapping skin sets the beat. You can feel the pressure inside you building again, and your nails tear into his shoulder as his pace quickens. 

“I...I’m gonna cum,” he grunts through his teeth. You can’t speak, preoccupied with the second intense orgasms wracking your body but you manage to think I’m on the pill before your pussy clenches around him and drinks in the ropes of cum Katsuki releases. His hips snap against yours once more and he holds it there, riding out the pleasure before dropping you leg and pulling your face in to kiss you. You kiss him back before pulling back and panting, 

“This…doesn’t...count as an…apology.”

He laughs as the two of you redress and leave the closet. 

--

Your phone buzzes next to you as you scribble notes in your notebook at the tiny desk in your dorm room. You glance over to it, and then flip it over so you can keep your concentration as you plug away at the assignment in front of you. The phone buzzes again and you roll your eyes but keep at your notes. Who’s texting you this much? Maybe your roommate texting to see if you’d meet her at a party. 

The phone buzzes one more time before you pick it up to see who’s texting you. It's three texts from Katsuki. 

“Hey.” 

“What are you doing right now? I’m going to take you out.”

“Dammit, y/n, don’t ignore me!” 

You can feel the annoyance rising in him as you read over the messages and smile to yourself. You text back a quick response to let him know you’re doing homework and place the phone back down. Not two seconds later the phone buzzes again. You don’t check it immediately, wanting to at least get through the question you’re working on, but the angry growl in your head distracts you. 

You know I try to give you privacy, but I don’t like being ignored, sweetheart.

You scoff and roll your eyes, Sorry I don’t drop everything when you text like all the other girls you’re used to, but I have work to do. I don’t expect you to come every time I call. 

You hear him huff uncomfortably in your head, There aren’t any other girls, stop saying that. And I would...if you called.  There’s a twinge of sadness when he says the last phrase and you immediately feel bad about it.   

It had only been a day since the two of you had sex in the closet. You both didn’t speak about it much when you parted ways, but you also knew nothing really needed to be said. You’d accepted him as your soulmate and you were willing to work through being with him. But you were also a bit hesitant. You didn’t know anything about him except what you’d heard from some of the students and your first impression of him when you two found each other wasn’t the best either. 

Hey, you were standing in the middle of the doorway looking all dumbfounded. 

Still not an excuse to be an asshole. 

You pick up the phone and text him back. “Is this an apology date?” The chat bubbles pop up before you can look away from the screen.

“It’s whatever you want it to be, princess, but I figure we need to talk a bit so you can stop accusing me of being a player.”

You laugh a little to yourself as you click away at the phone screen. “You are a player.” 

Another growl in your head comes before a harsh knock on your door makes you jump. You know it’s him, you can feel the pull coming from the door. You look down at the tank top and panties you’re wearing. This man just had his nose in your pussy not even a day ago and you’re worried about him seeing you like this. Classic you.

“You gonna leave me hanging out here or are you gonna open the door?” he says from the other side.

You open the door and he looks you up and down. He takes in your curves and cleavage and swallows before looking in your eyes. You take the chance to look at him as well. It’s amazing how he’s able to make the simplest outfits look hot. He’s wearing a black v-neck shirt and black sweatpants, but he wears it like he’s modeling sports gear. 

“You gonna get dressed?” he asks, moving into your dorm room and closing the door. He’s so tall and he smells good, like fresh pine and balsam. When you don’t answer him, he puts his hand on your shoulder, breaking you from your stupor. 

“Where are we going?”

“Coffee. You can bring your homework if you want, but I want to get to know you more,” he grunts, grabbing a cardigan from your bed and throwing it to you. You drape the cardigan around your shoulders and grab a pair of leggings. Katsuki watches you pull the leggings over your ass, marveling at your nice figure silently. When you’re finally dressed, he stuffs your notebook and textbooks in your bag and slings it over his shoulder before opening the door and motioning for you to walk through. 

--

The coffee shop bustles with studying students, calming indie music and the smell of fresh coffee beans fill the air. The two of you start off trying to find a table. You both get into a tiny argument when he suggests a table in the middle of the room over the tiny table in the back corner of the cafe that you chose. Another tell of your differing personalities. He agrees to the table in the corner just because he would like a little privacy when getting to know you. As you pull out your notebook and textbooks, Katsuki comes over with your drink orders. 

“What’s that you’re working on?” he asks you as he takes a sip of his latte. 

“A mock lesson plan for my Global Issues course,” you answer, not looking up at him. 

He cocks an eyebrow and takes another loud sip of his coffee before asking, “The fuck does that mean?” His tone isn’t harsh so you know he’s genuinely curious when he asks. You look through your notes as you explain, 

“World issues, you know some of the things they are always discussing or debating on the news? I want to teach a class where I inform students about them and discuss them.” 

He watches you scribble away for a bit before he asks, “Why don’t you practice the lesson on me?”

You finally meet his gaze and his eyes are burning with curiosity and a hint of something else behind it. You’re a bit dumbfounded at the change in his behavior and expression, but you admit the softer edge he’s giving off right now is endearing. 

“Sure,” you say, handing the notes to and turning your body toward him. You scoot in closer to the table at the same time he does, and your legs touch underneath the table. You can feel heat pool in your cheeks as your knees knock into each other. No matter how much you try to tell yourself you don’t want to be around him, your body and your heart reach out for him constantly. 

You start your mock lecture, speaking to him as if he’s a classroom full of students. Your voice is clear and confident and your information is backed up by research and facts. When it gets to the discussion portion of the lecture, Katsuki surprises you by answering your questions with insightful ideas and giving you a few suggestions on what to add to your plan. 

Katsuki watches you intensely, his focus completely on you. His crimson eyes bore into yours, study every way your lips move or your eyebrows raise when you’ve hit a topic that you’re especially interested in. He appreciates the slight look of surprise that you try to hide when he discusses the topics with you and uses the information you just provided as evidence to his statements. He wants you to know he’s paying attention, that he’s willing to learn everything he can about you. There’s something about you, not just the fact that you’re his soulmate but every one of your qualities is appealing to him and he’s never felt like this before in his life. 

After you’re finished, you get up to refresh your now empty cups. He looks at you begrudgingly, thinking about how annoyed he is that you’re stealing his opportunity to be a proper gentleman. You wink at him and smile, “When I come back, it’s your turn.” 

When you come back to the table with the two drinks, he’s still reading over the notes you took and your heart flutters at his dedication. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes dart across the page so fast you’re amazed that he’s reading words and taking in information that fast. He doesn’t react when you put his drink in front of him so you clear your throat and sit down, sneakily sliding your chair closer to his. 

When he feels the warmth of your arm near his, he looks up. You’re about to ask him about his major when he places a finger to your lips and shushes you. 

“I’m sorry,” he responds in a low gruff voice. Your eyes widen and he looks away as red dusts his cheeks. 

You? Apologizing? Never thought I’d see the day, you think, laughing to yourself behind his thick finger pressed to your lips. 

“Shut up. Look I’m sorry for fucking with your head that day. I just...well never mind about that. I didn’t realize how important it was to you…so yeah…Sorry.”

He stumbles over his words and it’s the second time that one of his thoughts is so loud and potent that it slips into your mind even when you know he doesn’t mean it to. 

I don’t ever wanna see you cry like that again. Least of all because of me.

You try to ignore the emotion weighing down on you when you hear his words and grab his hand to move it away from your lips. Right before you move it, you place a chaste kiss to the back of his hand before placing it back on the table and saying, “I did say it was your turn.” 

“What’re ya talking about, dummy?” 

“I mean I told you all about my interest, now you tell me about yours. You're center forward, right? That’s a big deal.”

The cocky smile returns and the fire in his eyes is reignited as he discusses different plays and his love for the game. It’s quite adorable seeing him ramble about the rush of slide tackling someone or the feeling he gets knowing that he’s carrying the team to victory. You immediately understand how he felt watching you talk beforehand and it makes you smile warmly, thinking about it. 

You admire it a lot and for the first time you both can see something you have in common. The passion the two of you have for your aspirations is what makes you so determined and is what the two of you find most attractive about each other. 

 “Our last game, Shitty Hair thought we would lose for sure, but I brought us back with a corner shot and we ended up winning,” he says laughing and smiling big. 

“Maybe I can come to one of your games and cheer you on. I’ll wear your number like those girls in the drama teen shows do, “ you say, chuckling and joking with him.

He doesn’t realize the two of you are still holding hands until he’s squeezing yours in excitement. A blurry image of you sitting in the stands cheering for him, his number expanded across your cleavage and his last name on your back as he runs across the field scoring for his team comes into focus in your heads and neither one of you is sure whose thought this actually is. 

“Erm...I mean if you wanna do that, go ahead; I ain’t stopping you,” he says, trying to maintain his cool persona. 

You laugh, not wanting to call his bluff but saving the mental image for future reference. 

“So you want to be a pro some day?” you ask him in a serious tone. You’re extremely interested in his plans for the future. The two of you haven’t discussed it yet, but you are a study abroad student for this semester. Once it’s over, you’ll be going back home, finishing your last semester and graduating. You try to push that thought from your mind and listen to his response. 

“It’s likely I’ll be scouted. I’ve already been approached by some scouts for a few pro teams, but I told them I want to finish my degree,” he says, swirling his coffee with the stirrer. His smile has faltered a bit and he doesn’t make eye contact with you.

You can feel the doubt in his words. Despite his extreme showiness, he’s doubting his abilities. You’re peeling back the layers to his personality and deep down you can see he’s extremely insecure about everything he does. You’re surprised at how much that pisses you off. How can he not see how good he is? You make another mental note to spend the rest of your time here reminding him of how amazing he is. 

“What the hell?” 

You’re caught off guard by the sudden harshness that has returned to his tone and you meet his incredulous gaze. 

“What the hell do you mean ‘rest of your time here’?”

--

The rest of the semester passes in a blur. It’s way too fast and both of you silently plead with Father Time to slow down, just a little. You and Katsuki spend almost every hour together, the only times you aren’t together being when you have classes. Coach Aizawa has even allowed you to sit in on the practices as you do homework quietly and watch Katsuki in action. He’s elected to try to spend as much time with you as possible given your deadline and you don’t mind it. You actually enjoy his presence; he knows exactly when to give you quiet time. There isn’t always a necessity to have a conversation with him. He’s usually just content having you sit in between his legs while he listens to music and you work on your lesson plans. 

When he does talk, though, he’s asking you about every detail of your life, your family, your friends, what your favorite food is. He likes hearing your voice, while you prefer to learn about his habits, likes and dislikes by watching him and drawing conclusions. 

His friends notice the change in his behavior, how soft he seems to be when you’re around. When you aren’t however, he’s on edge, screaming at his teammate's mistakes and getting worked up at the idea of you not being there. You’d had an appointment with your professor on all the work you’d been doing for your Global Issues course, which meant Katsuki wasn’t the best team player during practice.

“Ugh, maybe we should call y/n over so Bakugo can stop screaming,” Kaminari jokes. 

“Shut the hell up, you damn idiot! You need to focus on your blocks! You keep missing them!” he yells back at him. 

As the end of the semester approaches, multiple scouts reach out to Katsuki and he feels the pressure of finals lingering over his head. Not to mention the idea of you leaving in a few weeks. Even after the three months of seeing each other every day, it still wasn’t enough when he knew you would be leaving. 

None of his teammates understood. They had either not met their soulmates yet or their soulmates lived in Japan with them. They couldn’t possibly know how it felt to be that far from them, to constantly feel the pull but not be able to reach them. Granted, neither did Katsuki yet, but they’d never have to consider it. 

There’d been so many nights the two of you slept in his bed, where he’d wrapped his arms around you and watched you sleep peacefully in his arms. He’d pushed your hair back from your face, heard you sigh at his warm touch and tried to engrain the scene into his memories for when he wasn’t able to do this anymore.  

The day finally arrives, you both pass your finals, you get an excellent recommendation letter from your Global Issues professor, he wins his last game and drives you to the airport. The two of you don’t speak as he drives, just hold tightly to each other’s hands. His thumb runs over the back of your hand while he stares ahead and you trace the veins up his arm absentmindedly. 

When you’re at the security checkpoint, he kisses you deeper than he ever has. His lips press into yours so hard you feel like they’ll meld with yours. His hands dig into your hair and his arm wraps around your waist tighter than the belt you’re currently wearing. There are fat tears in your eyes as you kiss him back. Your eyes are squeezed shut and you’re imagining all the times the two of you have laughed and held each other. The sweet tenderness of last night replays in your mind. 

You sat on his bed, cuddled together as a movie played in the background. Neither of you spoke, reveling in your last night with each other. You both feared saying anything would make the night end faster, so you sat arms wrapped around his torso and his head buried in your hair. He kissed the top of your head, trailed the kisses down to your temple, jaw, neck and back up to your lips. You gasped into his mouth, not realizing just how emotional you were until you saw his eyes bore into yours. When you saw the haze of tears there, you lost it. 

You kissed him hard, pawed at his clothes as his strong arms wrapped around you, afraid to let you go. In seconds, you both were naked and he was above you, kissing every inch of your body. When he made it back to your lips, he entered you slowly and it felt like the day you two looked into each other’s eyes for the first time. Your limbs burned, your core quivered, and your thoughts were clear as you poured your love into each other and moved as one. The world seemed incomplete and complete all at once and you both thought the same thing at the same time: 

I love you. 

--

The loud roar of planes and the monotone voice over the intercom announces that your flight will be boarded soon. Katsuki hugs you tighter as your tears stain his orange shirt.

“Hey, don’t be a baby, I’ll be visiting often so there’s no reason to be sad,” he whispers, giving you a fake smile. You look up at him again, smiling as you wipe your tears away. 

“Sorry, haha, you did say you didn’t want to see me cry again,” you say as his hand cradles your face and pushes your hair behind your ear. He kisses your nose before looking you straight in the eyes with a serious expression. 

“I love you and this won’t be forever. We will see each other again,” he says slowly. He wants it to be known and never wants you to doubt it. 

The two of you kiss one more time before you hug him close, slip something into his pocket, and whisper, “I love you too.” You run to the security line entrance and the last thing Katsuki sees before you're swallowed by the crowd is your sad wave.. As he watches the plane ascend from the window, he feels what you left in his pocket and pulls it out. It’s a gold chain with a pendant that says “Always your #1 fan” and on the back a picture of you smiling and winking with your index finger raised. 

Epilogue

8 months later 

The sound of the whistle alerts Katsuki and pulls his attention to the ball placed in the middle of the field. They’re one goal away from grabbing the lead and his team is antsy, running on adrenaline. There’s a minute left in the last quarter, a minute left to win the game. He looks to each of his new teammates, trying to gauge their emotions and keep them in check. They don’t nearly have as tight a relationship as his college team, but they’re all skilled. He’s only been playing with this team of professionals for a few months, but they’ve managed to win every game they’ve played. He grabs the gold chain around his neck and kisses the pendant for luck, his routine after every play. It hasn’t failed him yet. He can hear your voice clear as day in his head. 

Stay focused, Katsuki. You’ve got this. 

Forever his motivator and number one fan, as the pendant around his neck suggests. Katsuki takes a deep breath and his mind goes blank as he lets his instincts kick in. The ball is put into play and it begins. His body takes over as his mind only focuses on your smiles, your touch, your voice. 

“Take the shot, Katsuki!” 

His head jerks toward the sidelines as the ball pistons toward the net. Your voice rings out clearly and not inside his head. He doesn’t hear the buzzer go off, or the crowd cheering. He doesn’t feel his teammates sprinting to his side and clapping him on the back nor does he see when the coach gives him a wink and thumbs up before saying, “Someone’s here to see you.” 

He only sees you appear from the parted crowd, running up to him with a smile as big and proud as the sun. He sees his number plastered across your chest and his last name in neat typed print underneath it. He doesn’t register when you tell him that you’ve moved here to accept the teaching position your old Global Issues professor just retired from. All he knows is that you’re here with him, wearing his name and he no longer has to rely on your voice in his head for comfort. 

He picks you up by the waist and spins you before bringing you down to his lips to kiss you passionately. Your hands tangle in his hair and pull him closer and the team claps at your reunion. His cocky smile returns when you pull back from him, 

“Told you we’d see each other again.” 

--

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Denki, Dabi and Bakugou in a secret relationship

Request: hii!! i loved your post about the secret relationship being exposed and i was wondering if you could do the same for dabi bakugo and denki - anonymous

Um this was supposed to go up yesterday, I had queued it but tumblr decided to just deleted. Oh well. I hope you like it you guys even though its a day late. This was fun to write. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: some sexy times mentions, fluff

Kaminari Denki

-Kaminari is an idiot.

-I don’t even know who you’ve managed to keep your relationship a secret.

-90% sure the whole school knows and just pretends to be oblivious. 

-Anyways.

-It kinda bothers him that he has to keep it a secret. 

-He wants to scoop you up and spin you around in the hallways, hug you after a really rough training session with Bakubro, kiss you when you are being extra extra cute. 

-Plus he wants to brag to the other idiots for getting a girlfriend first. 

-But alas he respects your wishes and tries to keep it all under wraps. 

-Your parents are pro heroes and have warned you about the dangers of dating since you are their kid. 

-Villains wouldn’t hesitate to threaten you with your significant other if it means they’ll get to your parents. 

-So now Kaminari is stuck sneaking in your dorm late at night only to spend a few hours with you and give you as much kisses as he can fit in the little time you have. 

-Surprisingly he has kept it a secret for almost a year now. 

-No slip ups, no marks on his skin after a spice night, none of your clothes could be found in his room whatsoever.

-Apart from his usual flirty nature towards you, there was nothing that could indicate that you two were an item. 

-Now being in your third year, things had gotten rather serious with your hero works.

-Most of you if not all had been working along side a pro hero for the last year or two but that didn’t mean they would take you in after high school. 

-Every student had to wait for the acceptance letter from the agency or an agency in general and they would be set for their hero work after school. 

-You had been working with a hero agency since your first year and you were pretty happy. 

-But the pro hero you had been with decided that after you were done with your hero studies, he would retire leaving you with no agency to boost your career after school. 

-Kaminari was as devastated as you were.

-He tried comforting you as much as he could, extra hugs and kisses, more snacks and movie nights, anything to help you cope with the fact that you would be back to the starting line once school was over. 

-He hated seeing you cry. 

-Then the unthinkable happened. 

-Mt.Lady was a well known hero and one with a desired sidekick position that no one seemed to really fill. 

-You had just helped her stop a major villain attack tricking the villain and capturing him before he could do any real damage in the area. 

-To say that Mt.Lady was impressed was an understatement. 

-She contacted your hero agency and asked if you had already signed a deal with them.

-You can see where this is going.

-When you got the notice from Mt. Lady’s agency you were over the moon and so was Kaminari. 

-He was so happy that the person he loved the most was finally getting what she deserved. 

-He had dragged you to the janitor’s closet to give you his personal congratulations, catching the attention of a certain red head.

-He kissed you like there was no tomorrow, his arms keeping you as close as possible, flush to his chest as he peppered your face and neck with feather light kisses. 

- “I’m so proud of you babe!”

-You tried to keep your giggles on the down low to no avail since Kaminari’s goal was to make you laugh. 

-For a long moment you didn’t care if someone found you, you were so happy and so comfortable in Denki’s arms that you didn’t want to leave the closet and go back to your hidden lives. 

-Then you saw the light coming from the door, getting ready to lightly scold Kaminari for leaving the door open when you made eye contact with Kirishima......and Mina ..... and Sero..... and somewhere in the far back with a pair of ruby red eyes.

- “Babygirl is everything alright?”

-He hadn’t seen them yet, then he followed your line of vision and the man has never yeeted you out of his arms faster in his life.

-Your friends just stared at you in complete shock for a full minute before Bakugou broke the silence. 

- “Oi you own me ramen Kirishima.”

Dabi

-With this guy I’m not surprised that you managed to keep it a secret. 

-Oh no no no.

-I’m surprised you managed to get him into a relationship.

-It wasn’t easy though you would give him that. 

-You were part of the LoV of course and well you didn’t really take any of their shit. 

-The only person you respected was Kurogiri and that was borderline pity. 

-He had to babysit a 20 year old killing machine with issues, many issues, many many issues. 

-When Dabi approached you with his signature flirty and I-only-do-one-night-stands-babygirl attitude, you being the idiot that you are took the bait.

-The LoV knows of yalls nights together but they only thought that that was it.

-Dabi slept around and you were a really attractive person. 

-Plus they knew you both were bored so sex was, to their eyes, the only solution. 

-What they didn’t know though was that Dabi was starting to catch feelings and soon enough he hated seeing you remotely talking with another human being. 

-Then that fateful mission happened and the deal was sealed. 

-You were spying on Overhaul and his lackeys, hidden in his underground lab watching as they went around doing stuff.

-Then you heard a childish scream and it was the first time Dabi saw fear flash in your eyes. 

-You turned around following the source of the screams absolutely ignoring Dabi’s protests and threats. 

-It was like you were in a daze and Dabi felt the terror sink his claws in his throat as you passed by so many of Overhaul’s members nearly getting caught. 

-When you reached the glass door that led into Eri’s experiment lab, he saw the color drain from your face and your knees buckling. 

-He caught you before you hit the floor dragging you away from the lab door despite the fact that you clawed at his coat to put you down. 

-He felt his shoulder getting wet and that’s when he saw the tears that were falling freely down your cheeks. 

-He had managed to calm you down long enough to convince you to leave before you got caught but luck wasn’t on your side when one of the lackeys spotted you. 

-Dabi was a few feet away from the exit, becoming reckless at the sight of freedom not noticing the masked individual pointing his gun at him. 

-You noticed though. 

-And you got in the way, pushing Dabi to the ground as the quirk cancelling bullet pierced your side leaving you to fall to the floor with a grunt and a strangled pained moan.

-The next few minutes were a blur.

-Dabi didn’t remember how he got you out of there or how he was now on a rooftop with you pressed flush against his chest as the affects of the bullet made you tremble. 

- “Shh doll, shhh. I’m here I got you.”

-He knew your trembling was not entirely because of the bullet, he saw how your eyes glassed over at the sight of Eri back in the lab and he knew that this had something to do with your past. 

-He used to get the same glassy eyed look on his face when he would see Endeavour on the news shortly after his “death”.

-Things changed after that. 

-He didn’t take you to the hideout that night, he brought you to his apartment where he helped you clean up your wound and calm down. 

- “I know it’s not my place to ask but what the hell to you happened back there?”

-When you explained what you’ve been through and how those screams brought back things you thought you had long ago buried, he was left gawking at you. 

-For some weird reason he believed that you were just a brat who ran away from home on some rebellious whim. 

- “Ugh what am I saying? You don’t give a damn! Why did I even-”

- “Touya.”

- “What?”

- “My real name is Touya, I-I wanted you to know.”

-Sharing a heart felt night analyzing your past trauma with someone you sleep with is one way to get yourself into a relationship.

-You both agreed to keep it secret and you did keep it like that for a long time, a very long time. 

-The LoV never truly found out. 

-Some had their suspicions sure, Mister Compress had even made a bet with Toga but you two never gave them any further hints apart from the constant paired up missions you went on. 

-The only one who knew was Kurogiri. 

-He had caught you two spending the night together on a rooftop, all cuddled up together your hands intertwined as you looked up at the stars. 

-He was getting back from an emergency snack run when he saw the familiar glow of Dabi’s blue flames and your characteristic giggles. 

-He never said anything and when Dabi came to him to ask for some pregnancy facts, he knew that he truly loved you. 

-No one ever knew and no one will ever know. 

-Unless the run into you two in five years while you’re out for a walk with your son. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-Sparky sparky boom boom man is a lil bitch.

-Don’t try to argue you know that too. 

-You just need to accept it.

-His way to approach you was by insulting the living shit out of you before making you reach the tip of an anger fit. 

-He knew how to press your buttons and it made you fume. 

-You had to give it to him he was hella attractive and his true personality shined through his faced at times. 

-And so did his worry for you.

-You got together after his kidnapping. 

-He suffered from nightmares after the incident and one night he came to your dorm, trembling and cold sweat running down his spine. 

-He had no idea why his feet led him to your room, he just knew that you were now wrapping him in a fluffy blanket and putting on a Disney movie as you hugged him so so tightly. 

-He slept over and the next morning he confessed. 

-Actually you both confessed but those are useless details. 

-In reality it wasn’t even a confession with words. 

-You both woke up facing each other, your noses touching and I don’t know who leaned in first but next thing you knew you were kissing his hand cupping you cheek while the other intertwined with yours. 

-Keeping your relationship a secret with this one is easy. 

-He is still being a lil bitch to you and you are still sassing him back.

-Behind closed doors he is kinda sweet and caring not a lot though because even with you he has to uphold his reputation. 

-After some time though he calms down and is a cuddle bug. 

-Like he will tackle you on the bed the moment you close the door to his dorm, restricting any movement until he is satisfied with the cuddles. 

-Baby even said ‘I love you’ first awwww!!

-He was so shy about it. 

-Anyways.

-That’s a story for another time. 

-He doesn’t really care about keeping it a secret anymore. 

-He’s low key tired of hiding. 

-Much like Kaminari he wants to kiss you whenever he wants, hold you and hug you till you can’t breathe after he gets back to the dorms after a rough patrol with his hero study. 

-But oh well the cat isn’t out of the bag yet and you being third years now you couldn’t really do something about it. 

-You spend so much time with him that you would think that some of your classmates would like sniff you out. 

-But no.

-They all dumb af.

-You would spend a lot of time with him and the Bakusquad since your first year so they just think you’re really good friends. 

-Todoroki kinda knows but he doesn’t at the same time. 

-Some mannerisms remind him while he was in a secret relationship before Momo found out but then he sees how Bakugou treats you just like any other person so he is really confused. 

-More confused than usual. 

-Now you got outed by the man himself. 

-Bakugou is not good with jealousy. 

-Jealousy and Bakugou should never go hand in hand.

-You were talking to Mina in class, leaning on the desk behind you. 

-Your skirt had ridden up show casing your thighs making Bakugou think back to some noises you made a few nights ago. 

-If he got hard he would blame you and he would be extra pissy. 

-He was enjoying the show though. 

-He watched you like a hawk.

-The way your body leaned back making your legs straighten and flex slightly or how he could see the hickey he had left right at the base of your neck the other night that you’ve tried to cover with make up. 

-He could see it because he knew it was there, to an outsider everything was normal. 

-He was jolted out of his daze by Mineta’s voice. 

-And the sound of your name on his lips. 

- “Look at Y/N’s thighs! She could suffocate me with those legs and I would thank her!”

-Kirishima smacked him upside the head trying to shut him up. 

-Kaminari was slowly escaping the scene because he saw the small sparks in his friend’s hand at the comment. 

-He chose life. 

-Mineta though didn’t stop. 

- “I could lose myself between those legs. Oh the noises she must make.”

-Now what happened next is a huge question mark. 

-The end result however was Mineta almost being blasted out the window and into space and Bakugou almost popping the vein on his forehead. 

-You had to get in between them and try to calm down your boyfriend. 

-Most of your classmates had long forgotten Mineta and his whining and had zoned in on your hands on Bakugou’s chest or on his arm that had wrapped around your waist in an attempt to push you behind him. 

- “You ever dare speak my girlfriend’s name I’m blasting you to the next dimension.”

- “Katsuki please calm down it’s fine.”

-Legit you both forgot that your relationship had been a secret for the past three years. 

-You floated back into reality when Present Mic himself asked. 

- “YOu TWo aRe aN iTeM?????”

-Chaos ensued and a crap ton of explanations. 

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Light My Fire(Neji Hyuga x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 1,917

Pairings: Neji Hyuga x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing, jealousy, pining, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

Summary: Reader and Lee have been going out for a while, and Neji absolutely hates it. He’s loved reader for a long time, and he’s jealous. When he learns that Lee and Reader aren’t together anymore, he takes his chance.

A/N: This is for @beneathstarryskies ❤

Neji hated seeing you with his teammate. It drove him crazy that Lee had you, and that he couldn’t have you in his arms. He hated being jealous like this, but he knew that he couldn’t get between you and Lee. It wasn’t right and he wasn’t going to fight for you, even though he so desperately wanted to. Neji would watch you and Lee have so much fun, while he had to hide his emotions.

If you’d talk to him, he had to sometimes bite back on the things he wishes he could tell you. He has to act cold and distant with you, which makes his heart ache and his head spin. He just wants to be able to come out and say how he truly feels, but he’s unsure if that would even be a good idea. Neji doesn’t think you like him at all, and with the way he treats you, it’s obvious that he’s not helping his situation.

One day, you’re walking in the village and just enjoying the day. You and Lee decided to split up, amicably and remaining friends. You both realized you were more friends than lovers, so it was time to break up. Besides, you could no longer keep your feelings for a certain someone contained. You were madly in love with Neji, although he despised you.

Lee and Guy told you to go for it, and as usual, you wanted to take their very passionate and youthful advice, but it was tough. Neji never seemed to like you at all. You were very confused about your feelings, so you had decided to take a walk to clear your head.

It was almost nighttime, the last remnants of the sun just peeking from the horizon. You were in awe at the beautiful sky, barely watching where you were going. Somehow, you managed to walk down some alleyway, and you decided to just continue walking from there. Suddenly, you felt someone push you into the wall.

You were surprised to be looking into the very lavender eyes of Neji Hyuga. He was smirking at you, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. He was standing so close, you could feel your heart start to beat quicker. What was happening?

“Neji?” You asked, finding the courage to finally speak.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to watch you and my teammate date while I stood in the corner watching and waiting for you?” he asked in a dark voice, and you were stunned.

“What are you talking about, Neji? You’ve hated me since day one.” You tried to counter his confession, but you couldn’t deny that it made you excited.

“Don’t play dumb with me, y/n. You know I don’t hate you, not even a little bit...in fact, it’s quite the opposite.” Neji says, leaning in closer to you.

Your eyes flicker from his own to his lips, and you want to kiss him so badly. This has been your fantasy for a little while now, but you weren’t sure if it could even come true. Now you were pinned up against a wall in a dark alleyway and Neji was leaning closer to you, staring into your eyes deeply. You could see so much emotion on his face.

“Neji…” you breathe out before he pushes his lips roughly against yours. It takes you completely by surprise, but you are loving everything about this.

His hands let go of your wrists and you can’t help but tangle your fingers in his luscious hair. It’s so soft and you’ve been dreaming about touching it and playing with it for so long, you can’t deny yourself this chance.

His lips are soft and he tastes a little like ramen, which is so inviting somehow. It feels good to have him pressed up against you. You both pull away for air and Neji presses his forehead to yours. His eyes are boring into your own, and you swear your heartbeat has skipped three times already.

“I’m in love with you, y/n. I have been for so long, but I never wanted to get between you and Lee. Once Lee told me you guys broke up, I knew I had to find you.” Neji’s voice is a lot calmer and softer now, and you can feel your heart melt a little.

Then he grabs you by the waist and he hoists you into his arms, and he’s jumping on rooftops just to get back to your place. He’s been there a few times to hang out with the rest of Team Guy, so he knows the way there. Finally, you’re in front of your door with Neji holding you tight. 

He’s kissing your neck and biting it, making you squeal in delight. You feel almost breathless as he continues his ministrations, and your head is spinning. You struggle to unlock the door to your apartment, in which you live alone.

Finally, you’re both inside the apartment, and Neji is quick to start undressing you. His kisses are frantic and wet. They leave you reeling and relishing in every single touch. His hands slide under your shirt, and he’s undressing you with not only his eyes this time. Once your shirt hits the floor, Neji buries his face in your chest. His lips and teeth attack your tits, still in the black bra you chose to put on this morning. He’s groaning and grunting, telling you how beautiful you are. You can feel your mouth hang open in surprise at the sudden attack of kisses and bites, and you try your best not to buck up against him. His fingers pry open your bra, revealing your tits to him. He’s in awe.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous.” He can’t help but swear a little at the sight of your partially nude body.

Neji coaxes you into the bedroom with kisses and groans. He’s sufficiently turned on and he definitely has waited way too long to be able to do this to you. He needs you now and he will not wait any longer. 

On the bed, Neji starts to pull off your pants. You’re blushing a little now, as this is your first time...with anyone. Neji notices how timid you are at the moment, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he comes up for a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Are you a virgin, y/n?” he asks you, kissing you softly and slowly. You’re enjoying the way his tongue feels in your mouth between questions.

“Yes,” you confess. He smiles down at you, his hair coming around the both of you like a curtain. It’s adding to the intimacy of this.

“I am too,” he confides in you. You smile at him, then wrap your legs around his hips. He involuntarily thrusts into you, causing you both to moan out and pant a little.

For a virgin, Neji knows exactly how to touch you and undress you properly. You are so turned on by the point that he has you completely naked, that his fingers slide deep within you with ease.  You cry out as he hooks his fingers deep within you, finding that special spot.

You can’t help but thrust into his hand with every movement he makes. He’s proud of himself for making you this wet. His cock is incredibly hard in his pants, and it’s starting to strain a little. It’s crazy how badly he’s wanted this for so long, and now it’s finally happening.

Neji leans down to your wet slick, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. You shudder at the contact. You can feel your heart race as Neji sucks on your clit, making you whimper and grind against his face as he continues to finger you. You are definitely soaked, and you know that losing your virginity will not hurt now that Neji has sufficiently prepared you for it.

He pulls away, coming back up to kiss you on the lips. You can taste your own juices on his lips and tongue, which makes you even more aroused. Neji starts to strip in front of you, and you look down to see his cock. It’s a lot bigger than you were anticipating, and now you were a little worried about how it’s going to fit inside of you.

Neji smirks a little when he notices your looking at his hardened member. He’s proud of his size, but he most definitely does not want to hurt you. He leans in once again to kiss you on the lips, this time he takes his time to enjoy making out with you. Between the two of you, Neji takes his cock in his hands and rubs it up and down your wet lips. It feels so good, you can’t help but whimper and moan against his lips as he continues to kiss you.

“Are you ready, y/n?” he asks, kissing you once again.

You nod yes, and then you feel the tip of his cock slowly start to penetrate you. You feel amazingly full as he continues to enter you, making sure not to hurt you by thrusting too fast or too hard. Finally, he’s bottoming out and groaning and cursing under his breath.

“You feel so fucking good,” he sighs. “So fucking tight…” he hisses a little as he starts up a slow pace, and you can feel your pussy twitch with every movement.

The fullness never disappears but you definitely find yourself starting to move against Neji. He’s picking up his pace and holding onto your hips as you wrap your legs around him. It’s deeper and closer this way, which makes him shudder a little. 

“I love you, y/n,” Neji confesses as he ruts against you, making you squeak and squeal with every movement. Having Neji balls deep inside you feels so fucking good, you’re also cursing under your breath as he continues to fuck you.

“Love you too,” you mutter as he grabs your legs and spreads them far apart. This new angle makes you gush all over him, and you’re shaking and shuddering as your orgasm takes you by surprise. 

Neji smirks as he realizes that you’ve just squirted all over him, and he’s definitely going to be bragging about this later to Lee. He laughs a little as you shake underneath him, but he’s quick to come back down to kiss you. This time, your ankles are on his shoulders and he’s drilling into you deeply and quickly. Neji is starting to chase his own high, so his kisses are sloppy and he’s calling you his girl.

“Such a good girl you are. You gonna be my girl now?” he asks between gritted teeth, his orgasm only seconds away. 

“Fuck yes, Neji!” You cry out as he continues to fuck you nice and hard. Finally, with one final thrust, he spills his seed deep within you. You’re both shuddering and grinding against each other, trying to prolong that high.

Once you’re both spent, Neji pulls out and lies next to you. You smile shyly at him, a little embarrassed about all of this. He brushes some hair from your face, giving you another sweet kiss.

“I’m so glad you’re mine. I’ve loved you for so long, y/n.” He whispers as he pulls you close. You can feel his heartbeat while you lie on his chest.

“I’ve loved you for so long too, Neji…”

[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 9 - FINALE)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: smut (oral f receiving), semi-public sex (in a parked car) angst, arguments, implied smut, sappiness, time skips, some alcohol consumption here and there, lots of talking about issues including bucky's ptsd, I really have no idea how to warn for this but IT’S THE END SO STRAP IN FOLKS

Since that night, it had been like a stand-off in a Western movie, none of you saying anything because you had no idea what to say. Whenever he tried to start the conversation, you brushed him off.

You took a cab home from the event. He slept in his own room for the first time in months.

Finally, suddenly, you were ready to talk about it nearly 30 hours later, knocking on the guest room door and entering to find Bucky on his bed, re-reading Flowers for Algernon. He sat up quickly and shut it, setting it aside. “Hey,” he greeted softly, hesitant like you were a deer in a clearing and he was extending a handful of grain in his palm.

“Hey,” you returned, already fighting back your emotions. “I think I’m ready to talk.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “I’m ready to listen.”

“I just… I want to make sure that you understand this is a really big deal.”

He nodded again.

“I had to do a lot of damage control to prevent being banned from all HFPA events— that includes the Golden Globes, you know, I can’t exactly skip those just because my boyfriend went fucking nuts at a party.” And there was the anger again— you had tried to wait until you could be neutral about this but it barely lasted, mainly because you were still embarrassed about the way you’d handled yourself that night. “You’re lucky not many people saw; you’re lucky no reporters were there! Can you imagine if someone had a fucking picture of this? There were cameras everywhere, what the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking!” he defended. “I saw you with him and he was touching you and I just… I saw red.”

You sighed slowly. “That’s not a good thing. That’s really, really concerning.”

“I know, I agree— you’re right. I need…” he trailed off, taking a breath before starting over. “I need to work on that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I just… I can’t really be a part of that. You need to work on that on your own.”

He stood up instantly, almost looking… afraid? Terrified, really, and heartbroken. “On my own, like what? What does that mean?”

“It means that I think maybe you should go back to your own apartment for a while. I just… need to be alone for a bit.”

“You need to be alone?” he repeated. “Or you need to be away from me?’

“Both.”

His head fell into his hands instantly. "Please don't tell me I fucked this up," he whimpered. "Please don't tell me I ruined this."

"I— I don't know."

"Please, please, please," he sighed, just louder than a whisper, suddenly stepping forward, grabbing your hand and clutching it to his chest. "Look at me," he begged.

You did, hesitantly, fighting everything in you that wanted to cry (and not doing so good of a job at it).

"Please, I lo—"

"Don't," you grimaced. "Don't say that."

"But it's true."

"It doesn't matter!" you yelped, surprising both of you with your volume.

“Are we going to have a chance to talk about this again? Am I going to get a chance to make it up to you?”

“You don’t make it up to me, you fix it. And that takes time.”

He shook his head, looking shocked and confused and completely blindsided which made you feel sick to your stomach. “How long?”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“Am I not going to see you at all, for however long it takes?” he pressed.

“I… that’s sort of the idea.”

He shivered and pulled you into a hug. “Please don’t hate me forever,” he whispered against the top of your head.

“I don’t hate you,” you promised, doing your best not to hug him back even though all you wanted was to wrap yourself around him and feel safe in his arms again.

“Then don’t make me go,” he pleaded as he pulled back, clutching your face. “Let me stay and we can work through this together.”

“That’s not how this works,” you reminded him

“But I don’t know how to be without you,” he explained shakily.

“That’s not really my problem!” you yelped, and he turned away like he’d been slapped, dropping his hands from your face. A long, heavy silence fell between you as you watched him stand there, contemplating.

“If this is my last chance,” he finally spoke softly, barely breaking the silence, “to say everything I want to say…”

“It’s not,” you assured. “We’re going to talk about this again, but you need to go now.”

He nodded, his adam’s apple bobbing with a swallow of nothing. When he looked at you again, you hated how much bluer his eyes looked when they were bloodshot and filled with tears. “Can I kiss you?”

You shook your head. He bit his lip and turned to walk away; you stared at your feet because you couldn’t watch him go.

You heard him grab his backpack, shoving a few things from the drawers into it; he set his key on the table, walked into the open hall, and as soon as you heard the front door open and shut you were plunged into solitude and silence. With a whimper, you crumpled to the floor and cried, the look of betrayal on his face burned into your mind.

It was obvious, to your horror, that he really hadn’t seen it coming; he hadn’t packed his things, or prepared in any way for the conversation going like that. He had been waiting for an olive branch and got a switch to the face instead. You didn’t know anything about working on relationships, repairing broken things… when something went wrong, all you knew how to do was bail.

You knew how to do a new take and say the line right this time. You knew how to take off your eyeliner and start over. You knew how to kick unsuspecting C-listers out of cars because you already got yours. But you didn’t know how to stay, and work, and frankly you were just too scared to try. Last time you tried to make it work, you got burned. And as much as a logical part of you knew that wasn’t Bucky’s fault or responsibility, your heart just couldn’t survive another relationship where you put everything into putting the pieces back together while the other person stood there and watched you just to pull them apart again.

It had to end at some point, right? It was you, it was him… and that’s just how these things go.

//

He knew it was too good to be true. He knew you were too good for him. Anybody with at least one eyeball and half a brain could see that. But still, he hadn’t been ready to let you go.

Being in his apartment felt like stopping in a ghost town; there might as well have been a tumbleweed rolling through the living room. It was beyond a bachelor pad: it was more like an unfinished work site, considering his ‘couch’ was cinderblocks and a few two-by-fours, and his bed was a mattress on the floor.

One toothbrush. No books. A half-empty shampoo bottle in the shower and some hard water stains he needed to scrub away at some point.

This place didn’t feel like a home, it barely felt like a livable space. It was a three-dimensional homage to how empty his life had been before you, and he realized that was only his own fault.

Then again, this was all his fault.

But still, he had let himself obsess over you, turn you into his whole world and it made him into somebody he didn’t want to be. He had been working so hard to keep you happy, inspired more than anything by his fear to lose you, that he’d forgotten to give you space and now here he was… giving you so much more space than he ever wanted to, or knew how to deal with.

But he wanted to use this, if he could. As much as it was tempting to binge on junk food, drink too much and watch porn for an hour, as much as he wanted to run away from everything he was feeling, he owed it to you and to himself to face it all and learn from it. He wanted to be the man you deserved, if that was even humanly possible; he wanted to be who you used to think he was.

//

The next week went by in a blur: a blur filled with shitty romcoms, Ben & Jerry’s straight from the carton, and phone calls ignored.

It would all be fine with time, you knew that, but god, it fucking hurt now. It made you want to call him and at least apologize for having sex with him when you knew he wouldn’t have wanted to if he knew you were upset. More time and distance from the situation made you appreciate that it was manipulative, even if it by no means justified the way he grabbed you, or shoving anybody in the first place.

Truth was, you were scared of Bucky long before that happened. You were scared of how strong your feelings were for him; and, in turn, you were scared of how strong his feelings were for you. You felt loved by him, and you didn’t know what to do with that. So you self-destructed.

Just in time to tear you out of your spiralling thoughts, the intercom buzzed from the front gate. You furrowed your brow, wondering who it could be, and got up to check the camera feed.

You couldn’t see the face of the driver, just his arm, but you’d recognize that Rolex on his wrist anywhere.

“What do you want?” you asked coldly, holding down the intercom talk button.

"Let me in," Sam instructed.

"And why should I?"

"Cause if you don't, I'll press charges against your boyfriend."

BEEP BEEP BEEP! the gate announced its opening.

You took the time while he parked his car and walked to the door to throw out the wrappers from all your questionable “meals” (i.e., candy and ramen), change into slightly nicer sweats and splash your face so you looked slightly less dead. Just as you came downstairs from your rushed primping, Sam knocked on the door and you turned off the TV, tossing the remote aside. “It’s open!” you called out.

He turned the knob and stepped in with just one foot, peering around.

“Is the Terminator home?” he asked coyly. “Cause I actually think I’ve been assaulted enough for one week.”

“No, he’s gone. And don’t call him that.”

“What?” he shrugged, finally coming all the way in and letting the door swing shut on its own, taking his shades off and sliding them into the collar of his v-neck shirt. “It’s a compliment, and you really invite the killer robot comparisons when you’re part robot, look like a killer, and act like a thug.”

“He’s sensitive about the arm, okay? It’s one of the reasons he… it’s part of why we waited so long to go public.”

Sam glanced down to beside the door, where three pairs of your shoes were haphazardly lined up while his boots were noticeably absent. “And the fact that he’s moved out? When’s that gonna go public?” He always had an eye for these things, the bastard.

“I… I don’t know,” you sighed. “What do you want, exactly? Because honestly, I really can’t handle you right now.”

“I’m just trying to be a friend,” he explained, stepping closer again as you leaned against the breakfast bar.

“You seemed a lot more than friendly on Saturday,” you reminded him. “God, Sam, why did you have to do that?”

“So it’s my fault, then?” he rolled his eyes.

“No, of course not,” you assured, “but you knew I wasn’t single. I was actually happy… did you even want me back? Or did you just want to fuck with my life?”

“I did want you back, really.” He paused for a moment, more serious than he almost ever got. “I still do.”

You scoffed, looking away. “What happened to just being a friend?”

“That’s not why I’m here, this time. I’m just here to tell you that I’m worried about you.”

You took your weight off the bar and circled it into the kitchen, Sam mirroring you by following around the other side. “Do you want something to drink?” you asked, opening the fridge. He opened his mouth to answer but then leaned in as he stared at your hand where it was right in front of his face gripping the refrigerator’s door handle.

"He did that to you?" Sam pointed to the bruise on your wrist. You let go of the fridge and pulled your sleeve down to cover it again but that was answer enough. "Jesus, babe, this guy's fucking crazy."

"He's not crazy, and don't call me that," you frowned. "I don't think he meant to, really— his prosthetic is powerful and it was in need of a recalibration. He shouldn’t have grabbed me, but, he probably didn’t mean to do it so hard.”

Sam didn’t seem too convinced by that explanation, but didn’t say anything.

“Believe it or don’t, Sam, but either way it’s none of your business,” you frowned.

“Right, I know,” he nodded. “I just want what’s best for you.”

“And that’s you?” you pressed with an incredulous raised brow, opening the fridge again to grab yourself a green juice (because you were, again, trying to look like you had your shit together) and starting to walk away.

“I’ve changed, believe it or not,” he explained as he followed you out of the kitchen again. “Occasionally, people are capable of that.”

“If that’s true, then I owe it to Bucky to wait for him like I said I would,” you shot back. “I told him to leave so we could work on things separately. Not so I could entertain your come-to-Jesus moment.”

“It’s not a ‘come-to-Jesus’ moment, it’s just a ‘give me another chance’ moment,” he corrected as you took a long sip of the juice, “it’s a ‘maybe we ended things too soon’ moment.”

You looked at him in silent judgment as you kept drinking, and the way he was looking at you made you glad the glass bottle was keeping your lips occupied.

“It’s an ‘I’m still in love with you’ moment.”

Before you could stop yourself, you spit the juice right onto him, covering your mouth in shock just a moment too late.

For one of those indefinite moments, you were just staring at each other while you both contemplated that you had said he loved you and you had spat juice onto him.

“Okay, I was prepared to get shot down,” he admitted. “This is… worse.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you rushed, trying not to laugh, “I… I’ll get some paper towels, I can get you a new shirt, but it’ll have to be one of the ones Bucky left behind…”

“Oh god, it’s sticky,” he grimaced, as he tried to peel his shirt from his skin, “can I just use your shower maybe?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you nodded, “upstairs and down—”

“I remember where it is,” he reminded you as he stepped past you to make his way to the bathroom. “I knew I should’ve waited to say it until she was done drinking…” you heard him mumble to himself before he disappeared and you heard the bathroom door shut.

But truthfully, it wasn’t really the fact that he said it, or the concept of Sam loving you at all that made you spit out your drink. It was that when he said it, you realized you were in love with Bucky. Which, yes, would’ve been obvious to anyone else but it came as quite a shock to you.

It made you realize that you wanted to make this work. You wanted to be vulnerable, you wanted to try, even if it ended just as badly as it nearly had last week; even if it meant dealing with all the shit that you’d pushed down for so long.

You wanted to have another chance, this time knowing how hard it would be to be without him.

Just as you pondered what to do with that realization, a knock at the door startled you. Who could have made it to the door without buzzing the intercom?

Somebody who has the gate code already, you realized, and your heart sank. You weren’t ready to see him again— specifically, you weren’t ready to be seen by him again. Sure, cleaning up the trash and splashing your face was enough for a guest like Sam, but you had been imagining that when you saw Bucky again you’d be all dolled up looking like you were doing better than ever, like you were thriving without him just to rub it in that you were the best he ever had.

Couldn’t he have just waited a few hours after your realization so you could go to him on your own terms, with your whole speech prepared and everything? As an actress, you were much more comfortable reading lines than improvising.

Another knock made you sigh and set down the half-empty bottle of green juice, running up to the door to answer it.

“Hi,” he greeted soberly when you opened the door.

“Hey,” you nodded back, “listen, now’s not a great time…”

“Listen, I’m not here to cause any problems, or ask you for anything, I just need some of my stuff back,” he explained.

“Okay, it would’ve been better if you had come at another time—”

“I know, I’m not trying to invade your space,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have used the gate code, I didn’t mean to surprise you, honestly it was just second nature but I realize now I should’ve called first— well, I don’t think you’re taking my calls right now—”

“Bucky, please, we can talk later,” you assured, trying to shut the door.

“Can we?” he sighed. “I mean, will we?”

“Yes, but I’m busy right now,” you explained.

“When?” he asked, voice full of hope. “Soon?”

“I— I don’t know, sure,” you shrugged.

“You’re just saying that to get me to leave,” he realized flatly. “I understand, I don’t blame you— god, I just hate how scared you are of me. I’m everything I never wanted to be. I just wanted to keep you safe and now I can’t even do that, now you think of me as a threat. You should have the gate code changed, if it’ll make you sleep better—”

“I sleep fine, just go and we’ll deal with all of this soon— really, I promise!”

“You promised before and this week without you has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do!” he returned, getting more emotional as he gestured with his hands. “I’m not saying this should all go away in a week, there’s so much more I have to do, but… but not being able to see you at all is killing me. And it’s not like I don’t see you, your movies are on every fucking channel, but you know, I don’t get to really see you, talk to you— that’s what I miss, I miss when we would talk for hours.”

“I miss that too,” you agreed, “it’s all going to happen, it’s just that I need you to go right now—”

And of course, Sam picked just the right time to come running down your staircase with only a towel around his waist.

Bucky tensed up as he saw Sam, jaw tightening. "Oh."

You had no idea what would happen. Was Bucky going to attack him again? Would Sam try to hit Bucky? Were you going to drop dead from sheer embarrassment?

Instead, Bucky just sighed a little and looked to the ground, almost laughing though he seemed anything but amused. “You’ve got a funny idea of what ‘being alone’ means,” he sneered.

“Sam was just—” you began to defend.

"No, it’s okay, I see how it is," Bucky informed you quietly, coldly. He didn’t even seem angry anymore, just defeated. "I'll leave. I'm sorry that I… I'm sorry."

And he turned to leave, you reached out and grabbed his arm. "Wait, it's not—"

He shrugged your hand away as he kept walking, forcing you to chase him.

"Don't leave, please— Bucky, I love you too."

He stopped, but didn't turn around yet; you just stood behind him, staring at his back as it rose and fell with a slow breath. When he looked back at you, his eyes were red, brimming with tears and heartbreak. "Don't say things you don't mean."

"I mean it," you promised.

“And what does that mean for us?”

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted.

“I don’t think I’m ready to come back yet. As much as I miss living with you— and as much as my apartment is so gross—”

You giggled a little, glad you could laugh with him again even if just for a second.

“I need more time. I’m not going to subject you to me until I know I can be… stable, again.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “Whatever you need.”

“But maybe we could… go out sometime? Somewhere where there aren’t paparazzi, ideally?”

“Uh, Vermont?” you offered jokingly. “I’ll find somewhere, though. We’ll talk this all out.”

He nodded slowly, swallowing a little. “Okay.”

With obvious hesitance, he leaned in slightly and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You wanted more than anything to get up on your tiptoes and kiss his lips, but it was probably too soon. He smiled down at you slightly before he turned to walk away, and you did the same as you made it back into the house.

“Hey, listen,” you began as you found Sam still waiting in a towel looking completely lost.

“That doesn’t sound like the beginning of good news,” he sighed.

“I’m so glad you were honest with me and I’m still really sorry for spitting on you, and for Bucky shoving you, and for everything awful that went down between us. And some part of me is always gonna love you, but—”

“I know,” he nodded, clearly disappointed but resigned in a peaceful way. “It’s okay. I had my chance, I blew it, and if this Bucky guy has his then I just hope he isn’t taking it for granted.”

You smiled a little. “He’s not.”

“Then I’ll get dressed and go. Please direct me to his favorite shirt, so that I may steal it,” he requested formally, making you laugh, but you weren’t ready to let it go just yet; instead, you stepped forward and pulled him into a hug.

“You’re a good friend, Sam,” you mumbled against his bare chest.

“Yeah, kinda wish I wasn’t though,” he sighed as he hugged you back.

“Kinda wish I’d made you get dressed before hugging you,” you admitted, the awkwardness of his nudity finally catching up with you.

“Yeah…” he agreed in a whispered sigh.

//

His palms were actually sweaty; well, at least one of them was. He hadn’t been this worked up about a date since high school.

But there was so much more riding on that now than there was then. If he blew this, you probably would dump him for good, and he’d become ‘that guy Y/N Y/L/N dated for a minute’ to the rest of the world.

And there was so much more to him than that— he was learning to really let that shine after three weeks of therapy on Mondays and Thursdays— and so much more to his relationship with you, but it would still be pretty humiliating. More importantly, he would be heartbroken if he never got a chance to hold you again, kiss you again, tell you he loved you not during a fight…

His eyes glanced to the door instinctively when someone stepped in, but it still wasn’t you. He checked his watch and closed his eyes: it was still a few minutes early, you probably wouldn’t be here until 6:30, since that was when you’d agreed to meet when you discussed all this over text. But the length of time between 6:27 and 6:30 just seemed to keep getting longer and longer.

When you finally walked in, it was like one of those movie moments where everything slowed down, the ambient noise and background music faded away, and all he could see was you. If this was it, at least he got to see you like this one last time.

He waved you over, watching you walk closer and feeling his heart race as you pulled him into a hug.

“I missed you,” he blurted out right away.

“Missed you too,” you mumbled back, pulling from the embrace as he moved to pull out your chair for you.

“So,” he began as he sat down, “do you… want me to go first? Or do you want to go first?”

“I love you,” you said instantly, and he couldn’t fight a wide smile.

“I love you too,” he whispered back.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” you grinned, “I think you should go first.”

“Well, now that you say that suddenly I forget everything I’ve been practicing in the mirror all day,” he chuckled. “I already told you I’ve been in therapy, and they finally got me on stuff for my PTSD… it feels weird to say it, to talk about it like I really have it… but I do, and I’m working on not being ashamed of that. What I am ashamed of is the way I treated you that day, how I let my anger get the best of me and how I hurt you when you’re the most important person in my life. You didn’t deserve that. And if I haven’t said it enough, I’m truly sorry.”

“I know,” you nodded, “thank you. I’m glad you’re getting help… I don’t want to see you like that for your own sake, too.”

“Just because you don’t hate me doesn’t mean you have to forgive me. And just because you forgive me doesn’t mean you have to take me back,” he reminded you softly.

“But I do forgive you, and I do want you back,” you promised. “And I want to apologize, too, for the things I did wrong… obviously it’s basically impossible for me to hurt you physically, you’re so much stronger than I am, but I hurt you with how I handled some things and I regret that.”

“It did hurt, but I still reacted poorly at basically every turn. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous of Sam in the first place, if you and him have something going on then that’s none of my business—”

“Of course it’s your business, Bucky, you’re my boyfriend!” you laughed. “You don’t need to be jumping for joy when I talk to my ex, you just need to not be that aggressive about it.”

“Am I your boyfriend?” he asked sheepishly. “Is he your ex?”

"When you came over the other day, and he was there… nothing happened, really. He came over, I told him I didn't want to be anything more than friends, he asked to use my shower… I don't know how to prove it to you—"

"You don't have to," he shook his head. "If you say nothing happened, then nothing happened."

“I mean, we hugged,” you remembered. “And he took your Fleetwood Mac shirt.”

“He what?” Bucky yelped, but then calmed himself down immediately. “Whatever, it’s fine, the point is that I have a lot of shit I still need to work on. Because the truth is, you’re not mine—”

“No, I—”

“Really, you’re not. You’re your own person. That’s what made me fall in love with you in the first place, I love that you’re independent and strong and… maybe a little crazy, but you’re exactly who you need to be. You don’t belong to me.”

“I don’t mind belonging to you as long as it’s fair, Bucky; as long as we belong to each other.”

“Sweetheart, you always had me,” he laughed. “From day one.”

“Then let’s figure your shit out. Believe it or not, I’ve got shit too… commitment issues, abandonment issues, daddy issues—”

“Ooh, I have that one too!” he beamed, making you laugh. “You know, when I was talking to my therapist, she had me do this thing where I talked about my hopes and stuff and, I don’t know, maybe it’s dumb but I wanted us to do that. I want to know what you’re hoping for for this.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “well, I’m hoping that you’ll move back in soon but not right away, maybe in a few months? I want us to get better at being apart, it’ll come in handy when I have to go to far off places for filming and stuff.”

“Totally with you,” he agreed, “might have to start buying some real furniture for my place though.”

“What about you?” you prompted.

“I’m hoping that you still think I'm cute enough to put up with some of my crap," he smirked, "if not all of it."

"Definitely," you grinned.

“I’m hoping that in the future, if you’re upset, you’ll tell me and we can work it out, and then have make-up sex," he added.

“Deal,” you chuckled.

“And, if I’m being honest,” he continued, leaning in closer and lowering his voice, “I’m hoping that I can take you home tonight.”

It was so simple, but it made a shiver run down your spine. This distance had caused more than just your heart to grow fonder, and you were craving his touch more than ever. “Where’s home?” you asked coyly.

“It’s wherever you wanna go,” he purred. “Your place, my place, the back of your car—”

“That one,” you nodded eagerly, “definitely that one.”

//

You wanted to go right then and there but he made you sit through the whole dinner, with all the trappings of wining and dining, though for you it sometimes felt more like whining and dying because you needed him so bad you couldn't think. But he stayed patient, keeping up the conversation, asking more about a new project you were tentatively linked with, telling you more about the newest improvements to his prosthetic.

He picked up the check, which was absurd to you but he insisted, and escorted you to your car as if his intentions were just gentlemanliness even though you knew it was far worse than that.

He (gently) pinned you up against the side of the car, kissing you slowly, making you melt like it was no effort for him at all. As his lips made their way to your ear, he whispered to you darkly, "get in the back and spread your legs for me."

You were sure you'd never obeyed an instruction so fast, hopping in and happily watching him climb in behind you. He instantly knelt down between your spread legs, holding you by your thighs as he pushed your dress up, and you were already lifting your hips up to let him pull your panties down to your ankles.

"So eager," he whispered happily, kissing his way up one of your legs and never breaking his gaze away from yours. Your mouth fell slack as you watched him get higher and higher, closer to where you were already dripping with need. "Been wanting to do this since that night, however many months ago, where I had to watch somebody else do this to you," he admitted with a grin that nipped at your inner thighs. "I know I've tasted you a thousand times since then, but I wanted to do it here."

There was a lot you could say to that, but it was all lost to a gasp as he licked one long, thin stripe right across your entrance and over your clit. Already you were shaking and grabbing his hair— he'd grown it out just enough that you could really dig your fingers into it, but even so he kept his teasing pace.

He kept going, that slow and torturous cycle where just as your clit got some much-needed attention, he started back over at your leaking opening again.

"The fuck are you doing down there, trying to figure how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop?" you finally groaned, making him chuckle at how demanding you'd become.

"I'm just making sure I do this right," he dismissed. "Want more, baby?"

"Please," you shuddered. "Need your tongue inside me."

He grinned and put you out of your misery, really latching his lips onto you now as he pushed his tongue inside and curled it against your g-spot. It was enough to make your back arch dramatically and your fingers clench on his hair, a little growl echoing out of his mouth and into your body in response.

Your legs were accidentally clamping down on his head each time he sucked on your clit, but he didn't seem to mind, if anything it egged him on.

"C-close, so close," you chanted our warning as his hands tightened on your thighs he gave wide laps to your throbbing button.

"Say you love me baby," he mumbled his demand against your skin.

"Bucky, yes, I love you," you whimpered. "Love you so much, fuck, I'm gonna come…"

He nodded as he wrapped his lips around your clit and kept sucking, harder than ever, until your whole body was literally quaking and you weren't sure if you had closed your eyes or if your vision just went black for a second. As if that weren't enough, he kept going until you had to push him off of you by his forehead, shivering and catching your breath as aftershocks rocked your body.

"You're so amazing," he groaned huskily as he sat up and pulled you into a rough kiss, the taste of your pleasure coating your tongue as it tangled with his. Just as you were about to reach down and attempt to operate his belt buckle with your tingling fingers, he pulled back from the kiss a moment too soon. "And now you get to drive yourself home," he grinned, patting you on the cheek reassuringly.

"What? That's it?!" you squawked.

"You just came so hard you nearly blacked out and you're asking me if that's it?" he smirked incredulously.

"I just thought you would want to, you know… go all the way," you explained, cringing at the immature phrase.

"Hey, I'm a gentleman, and this is still our first date," he reminded you.

"But aren't you, you know…?"

"Oh, I am," he nodded quickly, leaning in to bite at your neck. "Don't worry about me, princess, I can take care of myself." He chuckled at your whimper and pulled back to look right into your eyes. "But it's not about me, is it? You want my cock all for yourself, don't you?"

You nodded, making him giggle sweetly.

"Well, you're just gonna have to wait," he cooed, poking the tip of your nose with his finger and laughing harder at your needy whine. "We'll go out again next weekend and maybe if it goes well, it'll lead to something more, alright?"

"Okay," you sighed, "I can wait a week. I think."

He smiled and kissed you again, helping you pull your panties back up and rubbing your thigh appreciatively. "Goodnight," he whispered against your lips, slipping out of the car and shutting the door behind him.

You sighed and let your head fall back against the seat, watching out the window as he walked back to his bike. You hated to see him go, but you did love watching him walk away.

//

two years later…

“Will the Six Million Dollar Man be joining us?” Sam asked with a smirk as he glanced to the door of the bowling alley, checking to see if anyone had walked in.

“When he gets off of work,” you promised.

“Why do you call him that?” Natasha asked Sam innocently.

“You’ll see,” Sam promised, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek, but you figured there was a pretty good chance she wouldn't get the reference anyway.

Right on cue, Bucky appeared in the doorway and you and Sam waved him to the correct lane. “Hey guys,” he greeted, “hey babe,” he pulled you into a quick kiss. “And happy birthday, Sam.”

“Shh, keep it down, we don’t want any Hollywood people to find out that I’m aging,” Sam joked. “Are you gonna join the game or just observe?”

“I’ll join, if it’s not too late,” Bucky decided.

“Since when do you bowl?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“Since I got the prosthetic recalibrated to throw the perfect strike every time,” he winked.

Beers and turns went pretty quickly after that, light conversation interspersed in between, until the more raucous parts of the evening died down and you left Bucky for a moment to join Sam at the bar.

Sam nodded to acknowledge you as you leaned beside him, and you ordered yourself one more drink before you called it a night.

“So, Natasha,” you started the conversation, watching the way Sam couldn’t hide his smile. “She’s great.”

“Yeah, she’s really something,” he agreed. “I wanted you guys to meet her sooner, but you were gone filming for so long and all.”

“Don’t fuck this one up, Sam,” you threatened.

“I’m trying not to!” he defended, before looking around like he was trying to make sure no one was looking. As you furrowed your brow and wondered what he was up to, he pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and showed you a picture: a ring, with a massive diamond and accents of citrine.

“Holy shit…” you sighed, pulling the phone closer to get a better look.

“Had it custom made, I’m gonna pick it up tomorrow,” he explained, putting the phone away. “I don’t even know how I’m gonna ask her yet… I just know I need to snag this one before she slips through my fingers.”

“You’re really like a whole new man,” you realized aloud.

“I’m telling you, this girl… she really changed everything for me,” he sighed wistfully, and you nodded because you knew what that was like.

“I knew you just needed a good woman to straighten you out, Wilson,” you joked, patting him on the shoulder, “my only mistake was ever thinking it was me.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I thought it was you, too,” he smiled softly. “I really loved you, even when I was stepping out on you… and I think I needed to love you, and to lose you, to be here now.   So, thank you.”

“Uh, you’re welcome, I guess,” you laughed a little, taking a slow sip of your drink.

“And if she says yes, I’m gonna need all the marriage advice you have to offer,” he bargained.

“I mean, we’ve only been married for a month,” you chuckled, “I don’t think we’re far enough into it to really provide significant guidance.”

“And you’ve already gone through so much together.  Is he doing alright?  You know, his nightmares and stuff…”

You glanced over and where Bucky and Natasha were chatting, admiring how at ease he looked; he usually had a harder time with new people.  “Yeah, it’s been a lot better, he’s on new meds… how did you know about that?”

“He talks to me sometimes,” Sam admitted.  “And as someone who has played a PTSD-striken veteran in not one, but two major motion pictures, I’m sort of an expert,” he winked, but then got serious again.  “I would’ve asked him how he was doing myself but he wouldn’t let me ask him personal stuff on my birthday.”

“I bet he’d let you ask him for his opinion on the ring you just showed me.”

“Um, why would I want his opinion when he bought you that?” he grimaced, pointing at the ring on your finger.  “I mean, sapphires?  Really?”

“Cut it out,” you laughed, shoving him on the shoulder.

“Okay, fine,” he relented. 

“Are you coming to my premiere tomorrow, by the way?” you asked.  “I have it on good authority you were invited, since I demanded it.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” he nodded, “Nat really wants to go, too.  She’s a big fan of your work.”

“Well, tell her she was great in that one about the missing girl,” you replied.  

“I’ll be sure to tell her exactly that.”

“We should head home, you know how early premiere prep starts,” you sighed with an exhausted roll of your eyes, finishing the last of your drink before grabbing Sam on the shoulder.  “Good luck with however you decide to pop the question with Nat.  Let me know if you need anything.”

He nodded and let you go, and once you got Bucky’s attention and said goodbye to Nat, the two of you made your way out back to the car.

“I’m glad you and Sam get along,” you reminded him as you squeezed his hand.

“What gives you that impression?” he scoffed.

You shook your head and smiled, letting him walk you to the car in silence.

Less than 24 hours later, you held his hand in just the same way as you sat beside each other in the screening auditorium, watching your latest film fade to black and hearing the crowd at the premiere— mostly cast, crew, and critics— erupt into applause.

"I have a little surprise for you," you whispered in his ear as the credits began to flash.

"I am not gonna let you blow me in this crowded theater," he instantly scolded.

"No, not that," you giggled, although you secretly wondered how much less crowded the theater would have to be for him to let you try it.  "Just wait until my name comes up."

Written and Directed by Hope Van Dyne

A Paramount Pictures Film

In Association with Europa

And then there it was, in big white letters, just as much of a trip to see as the first time you saw your name on the big screen.  But something very important had changed.

Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes

Everyone at the screening was clapping and cheering, but you were so focused on him that his whisper was the only thing you heard.  "Sweetheart," he gasped, and you smiled wide.  "You didn't have to—"

"I wanted to."

"It's just a stage name, if you want to keep it the same—"

"Buck, really.  I want your name there with mine."

"But your credits…" he protested, though the break in his voice made it clear he was tearing up.  "You're an actress and you've established your career already and it's so important to you—"

"Hey," you soothed, reaching up to brush your hand over his cheek, forcing him to look at you.  "Your wife is the most important thing I've ever been."

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Heyow!~ Can I request a short manager with chubby cheeks where she is so cute. she can also swallow food in large bites which makes the team very excited and blush. oh yeah when she's annoyed his cheeks will flush too (like a tinker bell). I'm sorry this is a very strange request. You can go with inarizaki, seijoh and nekoma 😊

Chipmunk cutie, manager Chan!!

Ahhh I've missed writing manager Chan fics terribly and I hope this suffices for how much I love the boys.

Characters: Inarizaki, Seijoh, Nekoma

Warnings: mentions of railing

Inarizaki

So I'm sure the boys all portray this intimidating!! and scary!! image to people, but when they're with you, they're just full-on blushy softies.

Aran is just very very cuddly with you! He seems done™ like most of the time, but when you guys are together, he's always pinching your cheeks, and thinking you're SO adorable when you get mad at him for it.

Osamu just loves feeding anything he's made to you, because your cheeks puff up like the cutest little chipmunk, and oh God, his heart.

Atsumu is just constantly jealous because Osamu gets to feed you, and so he makes it his personal business to learn how to cook.

He's not like Osamu yet, and he's frankly given up wayyy more times than he can count, but one day, when he proudly brings you a bento he's made by himself, he feeds you and blushes😭💖

Kita is just very stoic and calm, and seems unreadable, but deep down inside, he's so soft for you, he loves the smallest things you do, and is very observant of you.

If you're ever in trouble, you can just count on Kita to come rescue you, and he never makes a big deal about it at all.

Your relationship with Suna is simply adorable! he likes teasing you, and seeing how the red blush on your face spreads. He also loves taking videos of it when that happens, and posting it on his Instagram, much to your dismay.

Although you find it embarassing, he just loves showing you off to the rest of the world, as his precious manager-chan.

Ginjima and Omimi are slightly awkward with you, since hey find you so delicate, like a little fairy, they're scared they might hurt you in some way or another, but after constant reassurance and kindness, they open up to you, and love you as much as the other team members.

The team genuinely loves you and care for you a lot, and they are extremely gentle and protective!

It's like, if another person were to ever hurt or even touch you?? Yeah they've got a whole team of volleyball monsters to worry about, with the rowdy Miya twins in the lead.

Needless to say, you're their fox cub, and they love and appreciate you beyond words.

Seijoh

Omigosh they are such crackheads asjsksk. Seijoh loves teasing you, but deep down, it's only because they love the reactions you give them.

Makki and Matsun low-key LIVE for your angry blushes. Especially when it's paired with your foot-tapping, they think you look like a tiny fairy, Tinkerbell to be more precise.

Iwaizumi is a little tsun tsun, we all know that. Kinda shy to show you affection, but he's ALWAYS protecting you from the teasing from the others.

What can I say? He likes being your hero, and especially when you give him an adoring smile and kiss his cheek as a thank-you? WORTH IT.

Oikawa pinches your cheeks every damn second, and whenever you complain, he reaches down and kisses them, saying “My kisses are magic, they ease the pain.”

This just causes you to get blushier, and obviously, your cheeks go redder, which causes Oikawa to swoon SO HARD.

THEY ALL LOVE taking you out for ramen, because you eat so much in one bite, your cheeks puff up and they all blush quietly because they find it adorable.

I'll bet Oikawa even comes to your house to get ready for the Seijoh Halloween Party together, and gets matching costumes for the two of you.

You're Tinkerbell, and he's Peter Pan. (HOW ADORABLE IS THAT??)

The rest of Seijoh claim that this is "the only good idea Oikawa has ever had" because the costume fits you so well, and makes you look cuter than you already are.

You wink like Tink (ha! pun) and the boys just malfunction and combust because they thought you were cute, but now, you're hot?? poor Seijoh :(

10/10 would rail you in your tink costume

Nekoma

Our little cat babies are all just in awe of you, and they are protective in the best way possible.

Yamamoto just loves randomly taking pictures of you and sending it to his "shitty boys" group chat and bragging.

“bet you wish you had a manager like ours”. Tanaka and Noya are so jealous.

Kuroo just loves spinning you around randomly. He thinks you're as delicate as a fairy, and according to him "fairies need to fly" which is why your feet are never on the ground, if Kuroo is near you.

Kenma likes placing his hands on both sides of your cheeks sometimes. “They're warm” he says with a satisfied smile, and you feel your cheeks grow warmer from the blush.

You and Yaku have this very interesting love-hate relationship. Like he gets under your nerves and you almost NEVER agree with him, but you also love him so much, and you'd defend him if anyone dared talk shit about him.

You just turn into a tsun tsun when he's around, but on the rare occasions when he engulfs you in hugs and speaks to you gently, you melt deep inside.

The team started calling you "Tink-chan" after Kuroo started it, and now it's just your regular nickname.

Very wholesome 10/10 I love Nekoma

Taglist: @raychii @dai-tsukki-desu @k-sakusa-old

[tosikoarts]

Modern AU Ogata BF HC pt. 2

Well, here we go again with some modern headcanons. You can check tosikowrites tag for more. 

It is in Ogata's nature to keep any of his relationships a secret, be it work, friendship, or romantic relationship. Most of his fellow photographers keep wondering what is between him and Tanaka, does he hang out with the Rin who is just as big asshole as Ogata is, with whom he is at enmity and whom he kisses in the evenings. Good girls like bad guys so everybody just assumes Hyakunosuke enjoys numerous affairs and seduces girls left and right. Since his behavior does not change a bit even after his significant other enters his life and Ogata keeps his mouth shut about personal stuff, they have to be ready to stay low. He won’t take them out to meet the guys in the ramen shop and he won’t brag about them online. No photos posted online, no cryptic messages and gentle hints. If they try to resist forced anonymity, Ogata will hush them down: do you want to be in a secret relationship or no relationship at all?

Oh, also, it is his favorite phrase when it comes to openness of any kind. Conversations about feelings, experiences, expectations are so rare that they were added to IUCN Red List under the critically endangered category. As long as they allow this phrase to stop them from straight talk Ogata will use it and hiding deeper and deeper in his shell. The moment they say no thanks <3 to the apparent manipulation and allow themself to step on the tail of this mischievous cat his brain stops fucking working. Because. Wow. It didn’t work. Somebody dares to go against his word and it feels like be the biggest asshole challenge.

Doesn’t like to be bothered during his work (he is soooo busy as a photographer, you know), however, his loved one quickly becomes his favorite model. As if under a microscope, he examines their perfect imperfections through the camera lens focusing on parted lips, color gradient on the iris, tiny moles barely visible on the skin, soft outlines of the back muscles… In their naturalness lies raw beauty that needs no vulgar retouch. Ogata most definitely revels in being allowed to enjoy it in fullness.

Ogata always sighs softly as he walks past the liquor department. Why, you ask? One day he and his significant other kind of went overboard with beer and wine that they had to face their drunken personas. And to everyone's surprise, Ogata is way more pleasant to be around when he gets a little screwed up! Barely turning his tongue, he confidently calls his beloved all types of pet names and places their hand on his bristled cheek for a gentle caressing. You can do practically anything with him meeting no resistance. He is so mushy and giddy you’d want to put him out the door and ask to return the usual grumbler.

Keen on unexplored non-sexual intimacy in a private setting. It’s all about a careful examination of new sensations that arise in his soul under their fleeting touch. Fingertips to fingertips, he waits until the feeling runs dry to take them by the hand, slide his thumb along the lines of the palm, and finally squeeze their hand. Satiety comes slowly and when it does, Ogata demands attention once again. The tools are stroking, petting, nuzzling, whatever comes to mind, and can present all wonders of human affection to long touched-starved Ogata.

[write-out-hysteria]

Care

Matsukawa x gn reader fluff

Author’s Note: This is sort of a prequel to my first fic? It’s a lot longer though and uh, tw disordered eating maybe

For as long as Issei had worked this job, he had been an early riser. He rose before the sun, sitting down on the edge of the bed while you lay fast asleep. He stretched and popped and cracked instinctively before getting up to brush his teeth. He’d walk, eyes still half closed, to his ‘home gym,’ or the space in the guest bedroom he had converted, knowing full well you wanted it in the garage. ‘It’s too spooky in there in the morning,’ he’d laugh, both of you knowing he just wanted to work out in the air conditioned room.

He’d finish off with yoga and meditation, centering his mind, body, and spirit, before hopping into the warm shower. He’d always leave the bathroom door open in case you woke up, ready to goofily tease you before you even remembered where you were.

“You like what you see, baby?” He’d wink, holding his Discobolus pose as you shook your head.

“Put some clothes on, Zeus,” you rolled back over but soon heard footsteps approaching.

“I’m offended that you’d compare me to the most promiscuous man on Mt. Olympus,” he kneeled next to the bed, grabbing your chin in his hand. “I’d prefer to be Perseus, and have my Andromeda ruling at my side.”

“It’s too early,” you dragged out the syllables as Issei rested his hand on your hip beneath the covers.

“What do you want for breakfast, sweetie? I can make pancakes,” he pressed a kiss to your hand resting on the pillow. You nodded, pulling the blanket back over your shoulders.

“I’m sure Perseus wore pants.” He rose, grabbing a pair of cobalt blue boxer briefs from the shared dresser.

“I’m sure Andromeda made the pancakes.”

Your arms found their way around Issei’s firm torso while he flipped each finished pancake on either of the two plates on the counter. He had a system, every other pancake was chocolate chip, “maybe you’ll be sweeter to me if I give you sugar,” he’d always say. The plain ones were for him, though he would spread peanut butter over them anyway. He’d learned that from you the first time he had made you pancakes, the first time you had spent the night in his arms.

“Do you want anything else, angel?” You shook your head against his back. He carefully turned around, handing you your plate. “I’m surprised you’re up so early,” he laughed.

“It was cold last night, had you brought out the winter blankets like I asked, I probably wouldn’t be.” You had made your way to the stool at the counter by now, cutting into your pancakes eagerly. It was his turn to hold you now, nuzzling his face into your neck after leaving a soft kiss on your jaw.

“Just say you missed me, baby. That’s okay, too.”

“Do you want to meet at that ramen place for lunch?” Issei was getting ready for his break, awaiting your text response. He was going to go anyway, he hadn’t packed any food. He just wouldn’t mind picking you up on his way.

“I can’t, I have a lunch meeting.” He frowned, those usually meant the worst for you.

“Do you want me to drop something off for you?”

“I’m not hungry,” he rolled his eyes before putting his phone back in his pocket, walking calmly down the street.

He had been battling your loss of appetite due to stress for the entirety of your relationship without much luck. He had never been one to push, but sometimes the only food he could assure you ate was breakfast. He had only gotten you to eat breakfast by making dinner early, leaving you starving by morning. It was only on bad days, it’s like your body would forget. Sometimes you noticed, but were afraid of getting sick if you ate something when you had already felt “full.”

He ate his ramen, debating bringing some back for dinner. There had been weeks where you ate the equivalent of one large meal a day. Every ‘not hungry’ made him fear a week like that, making food that you’d barely touch and praying you’d take it to work with you tomorrow so you wouldn’t wither away. His only solution up to this point was eating, and reminding you that normally this is when you’d eat too. Using your love for routine against you was his only hope, and it hadn’t been working as well as he wanted.

He could tell you felt bad about not eating, that you felt bad about worrying him. What else were you supposed to do if you simply weren’t hungry? Force feeding only made you feel inadequate, you felt full after half a sandwich or a few bites of pasta. The thought of eating a full protein made you sick. At your lowest points you’d start crying while watching tv with him, watching him snack on something you couldn’t bare the thought of consuming. ‘Issei, what’s wrong with me?’ He never knew what to say. When you got stressed your body simply refused fuel, and that worried him.

“How was work, angel?” His job had given him the ability to appear entirely composed regardless of the environment. You could never tell if he was stressed unless he dropped the facade and told you. When it was about you, he’d never tell you. When it was about you, though, you could tell. Issei was always caring. If he could tell you were in distress he’d pull out all the stops. He’d light lavender candles, he’d cook, he’d clean the counter. He wouldn’t complain if you wanted to watch something he didn’t, he wasn’t planning on taking his attention off of your subtle emotional responses.

“It was okay,” you lied. He already knew it wasn’t, but you didn’t want to talk about it. He always got home before you did, he didn’t have nearly as many responsibilities as you did. His work didn’t change, yours did. New projects meant new worries and new responsibilities.

“I’m almost done making dinner,” you had dropped your things by the door as soon as you stepped inside, making your way towards the man slaving over a pot of chicken soup. “I took the winter blankets out, I thought this might help warm you up.” You snaked your arms around his waist, hiding your face into his back as it warmed up, holding the tears welling up in your eyes. You could eat a little bit of soup, just a little bit, if it would make him feel better.

“Thank you,” you let out a deep sigh into his back. “I’m gonna shower.” He was already in his ‘pajamas.’ Issei ran too hot to sleep in anything but underwear, but enjoyed lounging around the house in your oversized Batman pants. You’d offered to buy him his own so you could match, but he said it wouldn’t be the same.

You both sunk onto the couch, searching for something comforting to watch. Maybe a disney movie, or something else you’d seen a million times. “You know how I played volleyball in high school?”

“Yeah, why?” You hadn’t forgotten. He even taught you how to play so your beach trips would be more fun.

“After practice Makki and I would compete to see who could make the better protein shake. I always won.” You laughed, probably way too much.

“You’re bragging to me about protein shakes you made 10 years ago?”

“What? They were good! Have some faith in me,” the movie kept playing, he tightened his grip around your waist. “I have no clue how I’d drink one everyday, though. If I had one now I’d probably puke. Oh, the joys of youth,” he laughed.

“Are you still hungry or something?” He wasn’t, his teenage athlete appetite had gone away as he aged.

“I was thinking about dessert.”

“I’ve had your protein shakes, I wouldn’t consider them a sweet treat.” He gasped, feigning offense.

“You know how much I hate protein powder, you think I was downing that everyday in high school?” You looked at him confused. His current protein shakes weren’t bad, for a protein shake at least. “It’s an acquired taste, and I still hold my nose and chug it.”You laughed at one of your favorite Matsukawa quirks.

“So why'd you stop making them taste good?”

“I was too broke in college to buy all that ice cream.”

“Ice cream? For protein shakes?” He rolled his eyes before pausing the movie.

“I’m gonna make you one, you’re underestimating my 17 year old metabolism.” He stood up, gesturing that you stay put. Issei was having another chaotic urge, apparently.

You turned on the couch, facing the kitchen instead of the tv. He began pulling every sugary food out of the pantry and fridge. Every flavor of ice cream, cookies, granola bars, peanut butter, anything and everything sweet. “You’re using all of that?” He nodded, haphazardly throwing everything in the blender followed by some milk, chocolate syrup, and two scoops of his protein powder. This really was a chaotic recipe, straight from the mind of a gross teenaged boy.

He came back to the couch with glasses for each of them, they looked like they had been filled with a child’s birthday cake puke. “Drink it, I promise it’s good! It’s so you can’t taste the protein powder.” It probably just tastes like chocolate and peanut butter, but you were still hesitant to drink it. “I promise, the team always liked mine better than Makki's.”

You held the glass up to your mouth, slowly drinking it, widening your eyes when you realized how good it actually was. You understood now. Your 26 year old bodies would cease to function if you had these everyday. You couldn’t pull the glass away until you were done.

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t think it’d be that good.” You laughed, wiping your upper lip.

“You couldn’t taste the protein powder right?” You nodded, watching him sip slowly on his, as his face suddenly scrunched up. “You know, I ate a lot at dinner. I probably shouldn’t drink the rest of this. You want it?” You shrugged, taking the glass out of his hand, drinking the rest like you hadn’t eaten anything all day. Oh wait, he thought. You haven’t for 14 hours. Oh wait, he thought, this is it. This was the solution to his biggest worry. A hidden reset button, your sweet tooth.

[zawasscarf]

A-Z questions with Mirio!- Mirio Togata (Lemillion) × reader

Warnings: spoilers for season 4!

Genre: random, you have alot of fluff but also mentions of angst!

Prespective: 2nd person! Reader is gender-neutral.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

I think Mirio would be up for alot of adventures. He'd turn up at your door and take you out to explore the city, share a plate of ramen and attend a fair. But if you are not up to it, he wouldn't mind, infact he has a backup plan. He wouldn't mind swaddling you in blankets, and cuddling while watching something together in your dorm rooms.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Mirio loves you as a whole and he thinks you're stunning, inside and out. He makes sure he loves every part of you equally, but it's pretty obvious he favours your hair the most. If you have long hair, he'd ask you if he could braid it or style it. He would try a few hairstyles he originally learned for Eri. But if your hair is short, he would run his hand through it, untangle it, and brush it for you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Mirio always strives to make you laugh when you feel down, and he never failed to. If you were to have a panic attack though, his attitude changes. He makes sure he gives you the space you need, bring you a glass of water. If you allow him, he would pick you up and put you on his lap to hug you and whisper sweet, comforting words into your ear. Though, if he is the one feeling down, it will be hard for you to comfort him, mainly because he would rather act happy than trouble you with his worries and sadness. But when you assure him that he could be open with you, that he won't trouble you at all, he would tell you all about it. It doesn't take much to comfort him after he lets it all out, all you have to do is hold him in your embrace until he tells you he feels better.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Before the events with Eri's rescue, you've shared a dream of working together in a team side by side, you even considered opening a hero agency together. Mirio and you were absolutely inlove, sure, but you both did not want to get married as soon as you graduated, but that changed after Eri's rescue. After Mirio lost Nighteye and his quirk, everything shifted. He said that though he's quirkless, you could still open that agency together. One thing that was for sure though, proposing is definitely coming earlier than both of you had planned.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Oh, this wonderful, big teddy bear definitely switches between both. He likes to lead you, show you places you've never been to, choose things for you, but he will also be passive. He does NOT want to be too controlling or too bossy, because he really doesn't mind if you lead or if he leads. As long as you're together, then that is enough for him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Fighting is a rare, since he does not get angry alot and he knows that arguing really doesn't do any good, it's usually normal couple bickers and that's all. Though, an argument arised when Mirio refused to tell you what happened when they were rescuing Eri. Words went back and forth, and it was the first time Mirio has ever gotten so frustrated with you. Both of you went to your respective dorm rooms, but later that night, you met in the hallway, and started blurting apologies at each other. You spent the rest of the night cuddling, with Mirio telling you all about it.

Mirio hates it when you cry, he would start crying if you do, and it's a natural reaction for him because he realised that he hurt you and nothing makes him feel more awful.

If you ask him to stay away for a while, he would do one of two things. Go get your favourite snacks from the store beside the school, and rent a movie, or sit outside -doing nothing to entertain himself- until you tell him you're ready to talk.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is a very grateful boy and he doesn't let an opportunity pass without telling you or showing you how grateful he is to have you. He always reminds you of how much you mean to him, how much he loves you and how much he appreciates the wonders you do to him. He thanks you, rather often, for sticking with him, through everything he's been through.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He shares everything except when something is troubling him. As mentioned before he does not like troubling you with his worries and fears, he feels like you really don't need to have this negative energy around you, but you eventually get him to talk. A secret he really did not want to tell you, but eventually did, was the events of what happened in the Eri rescue mision.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You helped him alot with getting over his fear of opening up. He likes to think he wears his heart on his sleeve and is very open with his feelings but he does hide stuff from you to avoid 'bothering' you, though he learned that it is fine to let go of the 'always dandy and fine' act once in a while.

And being with mirio changed you too. The positive energy he brought into your life surely did change your perspective on some topics.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Not really, he does not feel threatened by anyone, he trusts you, and he knows you can handel yourself well. So why get jealous? Though, sometimes when he feels someone is invading your space or making you feel uncomfortable with their advances he would pop up right beside you and make sure they know that their advances are unwelcome and unappreciated.

After losing his quirk though, his insecurities increased and he became alot more unimmune to to jealousy. He feels as though he cannot protect you any more, and that anyone could take you away from him. If someone makes him jealous, it becomes very obvious to you. He would usually stay very queit, or grip your hand very tightly. You always end up comforting him after.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Slightly awkward, also very adorable. That's how you would describe your first kiss. You were going up to him to thank him for helping you move your boxes into your dorm room, by giving him a kiss on the cheek. But as soon as you leaned in, Mirio turned his face around and you accidently kissed his lips. He was taken back first, and so were you, but neither of you moved. He ended up kissing you back, but since he didn't have alot of experience, it was pretty average. Though he got much much better after you started dating.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Mirio spent 5 days practicing infront of a mirror how he will confess to you. He wanted it to be perfect, something out of a romantic movie, but it didn't go as planned. That kissing incident happened and after you pulled away, he started spewing out whatever he could remember from his practiced confession. It came out as gibberish, but you somehow understood every word he meant.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes. He really wants to get married. He planned the proposal all in his head. He will take you out to the spot you first met (which was the bench outside of UA's gates) and propose to you there after taking you out for dinner. He pictures the wedding to be by the beach, with all of your friends invited.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Sunshine, and honeybee are definitely in his dictionary.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It was very very obvious when Mirio fell in love with you. Just his stares were enough to make everyone know about his feelings. He would become incredibly flustered when you are close, his cheeks go red and he starts fiddling with his fingers, but he tries very hard to be himself and keep his composure.

After he asked you to be his, there are more ways that he started expressing his feelings. Holding your hand under the desk in science class, giving you a goodluck kiss before any exam, intertwining pinkies. One thing that did not change though is the daze he slips in when you're around.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Yes. He is very much a proud boy when you're around. He always makes sure everyone knows that you are his s/o. He always holds your hands in public, kisses your forehead and hold you by the waist. He also really likes to nuzzle you and kiss your cheek.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Aside from his quirk, Mirio is a really good fighter. He always shields you with his body whenever you're in danger. And if someone is bothering you he isn't afraid of getting into a fight.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Very. He pays attention to everything you say and it really comes in handy when he's deciding what places you should go or if hes picking a gift for you. Mirio is a thin line between cliche and creative. He loves doing things by the book but sometimes doing the opposite and being creative gives a thrill to your realtionship.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He's very supportive. If you have a test coming up he would help you study if you want him to. He would make sure you have a queit environment and bring you snacks and tell you to take care of yourself too. He was very thrilled when you told him you want to open an agency. He completely supports your dreams and wouldn't mind if you had to travel around and have a long- distance realtionship, because nothing makes him happier than knowing you're off achieving what you always wanted.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Sometimes routine is good, that's what Mirio always says. On some days, he just loves to hang out with you in your home, just relaxing and ordering take out. But on other days, he likes spicing it up. He would search up some new things to try. Wither it be places to go, couple games, or something else entirely.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Mirio would need a little time to understand and know his partner. The reason for that is because he wants to make sure he knows enough about you before he asks you to be his significant other so he won't make you uncomfortable. Hes very empathetic, makes sure you feel understood and comfortable enough to talk to him about anything.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Its important, but mirio seems to be very self sacrificial. While fighting, I think he loses himself to the point where protecting people and saving lives is more of a priority than his realtionship. He does not think what you will do if something happened to him. Did you ever talk about this with him? Yes. But he did not change his way of thinking until he lost his quirk.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Mirio has a locket with one of his favourite photos of both of you together. He always carries it with him, says it brings him good luck.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He loves, loves, LOVES to cuddle. Expect him to pick you up and put you on his lap or pull you onto the couch at any given moment. He loves to pepper your face with kisses and hold your hand.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Mirio tries his best to stay the same. Happy-go lucky and excited, but he can't help being a little down when you're not around. He is less energetic and sometimes he loses focus. He always, always makes sure to call you every day to text you until you return home.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He is. He is ready to lose his quirk over and over again for you to stay safe. He will sacrifice everything if has to for you to stay alive, happy and well. Even if it means you don't get to be together.