#if i had a chance with him i would finally have motivation to workout to make this reality 😩

[alvadee]

earlier today i came across the absolutely bizzare "documentary" again that Vic starred in in 1980 and I clicked on it and really thought to myself "I haven't watched him in anything in quite a while, maybe I can finally get over this crush on him and just go back to him being this very special actor guy I like"

well, not even one minute in, even seeing him in this look (which I like and it is very cute but it does makes him look old)

and my mind is immediately starting the daydream production of me babygirlfying him like

[letmesniffurdaddysfeet]

Months ago, I made the bold decision to join a gym. I've always been drawn to strong, virile men and I knew that if I wanted to even come close to their standard, I needed to push myself beyond my limits. The beginning was brutal; my body ached and trembled as I struggled through each exercise. But slowly, I started to see results - my arms and chest sculpted into a decent shape. It's not easy to stay consistent, but lately, I've found a new motivation that burns within me: Walter.

Walter, the epitome of a gym giant in his forties. Tall, muscular, with a square jaw and arms thicker than my thighs. His confidence and expertise comforted me as he took on the role of my coach. It was during one of my training sessions that things shifted. Seeing me struggle with an exercise, he came over to correct my form and offer advice. And from there, we started training together.

Every session with him ignited a fire within me that was increasingly difficult to contain. Especially since Walter had a habit of being touchy-feely, sending my imagination running wild. Every detail about him excited me - his physique, his scent, his very presence... One evening after an intense workout when we were the last ones in the locker room, we headed to the showers as usual. Thankfully they were individual because just the thought of seeing him naked next door sent shivers down my spine (and other parts of my body). And it would not have been easy to hide it if we were in the same shower... Walter was the type to take his time in the shower while I preferred to get in and out quickly. However, this presented an opportunity that I had been fantasizing about for months but never had the courage to act on... until now.

With the water still running and Walter leisurely showering, I seized the chance to sneakily grab his belongings from the bench. Everything was soaked with sweat - his boxers, his socks. After a moment of hesitation, I couldn't deny my desire any longer and buried my face into his bundle of belongings.

I craved it - for months I had been longing for this forbidden scent, this essence of masculinity. And now, finally, my expectations were met with a potent mixture of sweat, testosterone, and the slight hint of piss. My body was on fire, my cock throbbing as I indulged in this taboo pleasure. I could have orgasmed at the slightest touch, intoxicated by the scent of my gym god.

However, as I lingered in this moment of forbidden pleasure, the cold steel of the locker room door handle jolted me out of my trance. I quickly returned the soaked bundle of belongings to the bench, trying to regain my composure. The adrenaline rush of being caught in the act was electric; it only served to heighten the raw, primal desire that Walter's scent had already ignited within me.

I found Walter buttoning up his shirt, completely unaware of the clandestine act that had just taken place. We exchanged pleasantries and left the gym, my minds racing with secret thoughts

In the days that followed, I found myself unable to stop thinking about the scent of Walter's underwear and socks, and the forbidden nature of my act.

The memory of that scene tormented me at night, making my hand reach for my throbbing member over and over again. But mere fantasy could no longer satisfy my desperate cravings, I needed something tangible... And so, I made the twisted decision to steal a sock from him...who would mind for one missing sock ? My heart raced with anticipation as Walter took his shower, while mine was rushed and short to give me maximum time. The excitement coursing through my veins made me dizzy, the thought of having his scent with me at home, within reach of my hand, my nose, my mouth... As I relished in the musky aroma of his boxers and socks once again, my mind was lost in a haze of pure desire. His boxers reeked of piss and felt stiff and stained against my face, but I was too overcome with arousal to care. In a moment of reckless abandon, I even dared to give them a few licks before plunging my face back into his socks. Lost in a frenzy of ecstasy and still hearing the water running, still thinking I was alone, I failed to sense the presence that had been watching me for a few moments now... "So we have a thing for masculine scents?" F...FUCK?! My body tensed as I spun around to see Walter standing there, observing me with a sly grin and sparkling eyes, his semi-erect penis on full display. He didn't seem angry, in fact, he seemed quite amused by my brazen actions...

"Looks like we have a lot more in common than I thought," Walter said, slowly approaching me. His voice was low and raspy, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mouth going dry as I tried to deny the desire that was taking over me. But the scent of his arousal, the lust in his eyes, it was too late to back away. This was happening, and there was no denying it.

Walter took my hand which was still holding his sock, wrapped his powerful hand above mine and slowly directed it towards my nose, coming to stick to me, I then felt his penis harden against my buttocks and he then ordered me gently. 'sniffle! '

Walter's grip on my hand was like a vice, pulling me closer to him as he pressed his bulging groin against my backside. My breath hitched in fear and anticipation as his other hand grabbed his sock and forcefully brought it up to my nose, the scent of his sweat overwhelming my senses. I could feel his erection growing against me, rubbing against my buttocks with increasing force. Suddenly, he commanded me to sniffle harder and I obeyed without hesitation. As his sock moved over my face, smearing his musky scent all over me, I couldn't help but moan with pleasure. With expert precision, his fingers danced in and out of my mouth, their movements mirrored by my hips grinding against his throbbing cock. The intense sensations consumed me, and I gave myself completely to him, letting him use me however he pleased.

Without warning, Walter abruptly halted and moved for me to join him on the nearby bench. His manhood was fully engorged, the lines of his veins prominent and pulsating with excitement. Precum flowed freely from its tip, glistening in the dim light of the locker room. I obediently obeyed, lowering myself to the ground and pressing my back against the cool tiles that had been marked by countless men's feet. And now, it was Walter's turn to offer his feet to me. He lifted his feet and placed them on my face, a tempting invitation for me to eagerly lick and taste every inch of them. The scent of sweat and musk mingled together, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere as I indulged in this moment with Walter. Walter's face twisted with pleasure as I devoured his big feet, my saliva covering them in a slick sheen. Moaning loudly, I demanded more of what he could offer me, craving every drop of his virile essence. His own excitement was evident as he jerked off, knowing he was close to cumming. As I diligently licked and sniffed, a foot slowly rubbed against my pulsing cock, driving me wild with desire. Our eyes locked in a heated gaze, Walter reveled in my submission to his manhood. The pace of his thrusts increased, matching the rhythm of his foot rubbing against my throbbing member. In a frenzy of lust, I took his other foot into my mouth, hungrily pushing it in and salivating even more. With each moan growing louder, Walter finally reached his climax. A powerful jet of sperm splashed over my body and face, mixing with my saliva and coating his foot. Unable to resist any longer, I came against his second foot in an explosion of pleasure that left my body trembling with ecstasy. Walter then took a sock, wiped off his cum before slipping the sock into my bag.

"A little thank you for your submission," he whispered, before disappearing into the shadows. #malefeet#daddyfeet

[weeeeeekly]

quarter life crisis – ot5 tomorrow x together x afab!reader

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blurb !!! Reincarnation can bring soulmates together despite their time apart. Being a huge fan of TOMORROW X TOGETHER helped you get through the struggles of entering early adulthood. You would thank them personally if you ever could but when you possibly get the chance it’s more than what you could ever hope for.

info !!! txt are still idols, reincarnation au, soulmates au, polyamory, throuple²… they’ll all eventually date each other, mc has mental health struggles, universe assigned lactose intolerance, team no kids, glasses wearer, lives in the middle of fuck nowhere but still a city (just go with it), pet names used are “our love” & princess, & not edited.

wc: 1.8k

WARNINGS !!! NSFW, MDNI, 18+, extremely self-indulgent, soft yandere!txt, mentions of mental health & self-harm (nothing graphic) for entire series

author’s note !!! This is fiction!!! this is made up!!! I do not condone breaking in, stalking, and other ulterior motives to get close to someone you are romantically interested in.

why are there not more ot5!txt x fem/afab or gender-neutral reader… mandatory note that i do not think txt act like this in real life. I also cannot come up with a blurb for the life of me, so please peep the info tags.

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CHAPTER TWO

The rest of the night consisted of tossing and turning due to the news. Not only were your legs restless but so was your mind. As it approaches the early hours of 3 AM, you truly do think you’re losing it as you swear you hear Huening Kai’s laugh through the walls. The laughing stops once you put your ear against the shared wall, you huff as you step down from the chair. The sound of the front door opening startles you to fall off the chair.

“What are you doing up?”

You look up from the floor to your roommate looking concerned at you.

“Thought I heard something, but it’s just my mind playing tricks on me.”

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After finally getting 2 hours of sleep, which was basically a nap, you thought a quick workout would help wake yourself up. It had been a while since you worked out before work but since you had a restless night hopefully walking on the treadmill will fix something.

You wish your roommate a good night as they go to bed to work the night shift again. As you’re locking the door, the neighbor’s door opens, and you’re greeted by the sight of Taehyun. Not just any Taehyun but just-woke-up-with-fluffy-hair-and-no-makeup Taehyun.

Oh, you were in trouble.

He waved at you as you will yourself to not embarrass yourself. You flash him a polite smile as you turn to walk towards the elevator when you hear him call out “wait up”. You pause as you turn around to see him walk up to you.

“Are you going to the gym too?”

You nod as you stare at his beautiful face. You’re surprised you haven’t started crying or shaking out of nervousness/excitedness, but you were running on 2 hours of sleep, half of an iced matcha latte, and pure adrenaline.

“Yeah, are going to box?”

Taehyun raises an eyebrow at you, so you immediately scramble for an explanation, “The gym here has expensive boxing equipment…”

“Oh, really?”

Taehyun smiles at you with his beautiful Taehyun smile and sparkly eyes that you feel your calm demeanor slipping away, “Oh wow would you look at the time! I got to go to work!”

“You have work at,” Taehyun checks his watch. “5:30 AM?”

“Yeah? I mean yeah. So, I’ll just–” You flash a quick smile and immediately turn around to head to the stairwell.

Taehyun stands where you left him wondering why you were in a hurry to get away from him, but the realization hits him as he rushes back to the shared apartment. He flings the door open to his members falling backwards from leaning against the door to eavesdrop.

“Hyung, the door is made of great wood!”

“You’re right!”

“Our love is a MOA.”

Yeonjun and Beomgyu shoot up from the floor as they talk over each other to ask questions to Taehyun about their soulmate. Soobin stays on the floor as a loopy smile graces his features as he comes up with baking ideas. Kai paces back and forth while on his phone, looking up date ideas nearby.

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“I saw the news.”

Your head whips around to see your boss looking at you sadly with a box of cookies. You shake your head as she approaches you to give you a hug. You freeze as you accept the hug as you stare in shock at the rest of coworkers standing behind her with a sign that says, “Sending Our Condolences”.

“What is happening?”

Your coworker that is closest in age to you speaks up, “Your favorite group.”

“This is really sweet and confusing, but they’re not like One Direction, they’ll be back.”

Everyone just sends you an even sadder look than your boss did as they pile the pity gifts into your arms. You stand silent after they head back to their offices to start the day. Your mind can’t move on from the thought that what if TXT doesn’t come back.

The thought looms over your head of what you would do if TXT aren’t coming back. If this is them silently disbanding. The thought spirals you so much that your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest and tears are threatening to stream down your face. Before finding some solace in the farthest restroom from your desk, you quickly place the pity pile of gifts on your desk.

You have a legitimate reason to not be working on another massive spreadsheet and stare at a bunch of numbers at this very second. You are having a mental breakdown of sorts.

You keep your head lowered as you walk past offices down the hallways to get to your favorite secluded bathroom, nothing special to the average person but to you the pale-yellow walls with knock off van Gogh paintings meant everything to you. This was the last restroom in the building to not yet be demolished and renovated into an ugly, modern look, destroying any remnants of the past.

The version of yourself in the mirror is a sad one as red-rimmed eyes stare back behind your tear-stained glasses.

Fuck.

And suddenly, you feel like you’re 18 again. Back to winter break of senior year, extremely depressed due to the way school was going. Your grades were barely passing and having to keep studying to get any scholarships for college. Pushing all your friends away, crying in the bathroom, praying to any higher power in the universe to not let anyone walk by to hear or see your current state. Clutching your shirt with shaky hands as every negative thought is screaming inside your head.

The only difference is that you can’t go home and lock yourself in the bathroom in the early hours of the night to self-harm.

There’s only so much you can do to calm yourself down inside the tiny bathroom with two stalls, including the accessible stall, and sink counter. Pacing back and forth while counting your steps isn’t slowing your breathing and every time you look in the mirror you cry harder.

The guys sit around the new table and matching chairs they bought earlier after you left for work. Taehyun looks up from eating the bento box they ordered. Soobin tilts his head at his member’s weird reaction until they all sense it.

“Something’s… wrong and I think it’s our love.”

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The rest of your shift passed painstakingly slowly from your sluggish movements. It also didn’t help that your vision was blurred by the constant presence of tears threatening to fall.

The second the clock hit 4 PM, you shut the desktop off and slung your bag over your shoulder to rush out the building. You don’t remember driving home as your body went on autopilot, but next thing you know you’re in the elevator on the way up to your apartment.

The sad walk to your apartment door would have been like any other if it weren’t for your neighbor’s door opening and five heads poking out to jumpscare you.

You let out a shriek as the metal water bottle in your dominant hand is ready to be a makeshift weapon as Beomgyu and Taehyun let out matching shrieks.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The harsh whisper leaves your mouth as you bend down to pick up your belongings that ended up on the floor from the startle. Soobin beats you to it as he hands you your bag and obnoxious keychain of your favorite childhood character that holds your keys. You thank him as his ears turn red from making physical contact with you.

You’re unlocking your door as the other four watch you with their undivided attention and the feeling makes you pause, “Wait…”

You slowly turn your head to look at them – Yeonjun smirking at you while trying to act cool by leaning against the doorframe, Soobin hiding behind the doorframe while covering his ears, Beomgyu smiling so hard that you’re afraid he might crack a tooth, Taehyun staring at you with his beautiful boba eyes like you offered the universe to him, and Kai giggling at your comically confused expression.

“We never introduced ourselves, but we’re your new neighbors! I’m Daniel, by the way.”

“Daniel” extends out a shaky hand towards you. You accept the handshake and make sure to firmly shake his hand while making direct eye contact which causes Yeonjun to lose his cool and keep sending out looks of “help�� to Beomgyu.

Beomgyu takes the hint and steps in, “I’m Ben.”

“Hi Ben. What’s that short for? Benjamin, Benward, Bennet, Bennet with 2 t’s and 2 e’s, Benedict?”

You continue listing names that could possibly use the nickname while keeping Yeonjun’s hand in a death grip as Beomgyu grows increasingly uncomfortable. You turn your attention to Taehyun who just mumbles “Terry” and Kai is busy trying to coax Soobin back inside the apartment.

“Drop the act. I don’t know what’s going on, so you all are going to explain to me why you’re here.”

Finally dropping Yeonjun’s hand, he lets out a sigh of relief as the rest of TXT go back inside the neighboring apartment as you follow behind them. Kai holds the door open for you as you mumble a “thank you” and hear him close it behind you. You follow the guys and take your shoes off to wear an extra pair of indoor slippers that are conveniently in your size.

You cross your arms as your eyes narrow, “Okay, spill.”

Yeonjun and Taehyun, the members with the most confidence in their English, jump at the chance to explain the story their protocol team came up with about how they’re here to film content for In the Soop: Together. Your eyes switch every few seconds from one to the other as they speak over each other, virtually making the story unintelligible.

A single hand raise from you quiets them both as you speak, “Let me make sure I’m getting this right. TXT as in Tomorrow By Together are in my random ass city in my random ass state that no one famous ever comes to – not even for concerts – but one of the biggest musical acts from South Korea is here?”

Kai’s head tilts, “You know Tubatu?”

Your eyes widen as you suddenly turn your head to stare at the fire alarm on the ceiling, “I never said that.”

“MOA!”

Yeonjun opens his arms wide for a hug as you’re frantically shaking your head to pretend that you don’t know that your favorite group in the world is right in front of you, talking to you, and seemingly excited to see you.

Like they knew you.

Which would be crazy and fueling your delusions, so you chalk it up to their amazing fan service that you only dreamt about after seeing and reading on social media.

Turning back to the group of guys – they’re literally just guys (but your favorite group of guys) – you muster up all the courage inside your body. “Can we be friends? Can we start over like it’s our first-time meeting and just be friends?”

They all nod their head as you smile.

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author's note !!! get well soon, beomgyu! weverse notice he got a bad ankle injury :(

[aclowntiny]

Hello 👋

Can I pls request seventeen reaction when they have a crush on female reader they haven't confessed yet and gets jealous when we hang out with our guy best friend more than them?

Thank you ❤️

Sure! As a girl with guy friends this is an interesting request for sure hehe 😁 sorry some are simpler than others, I just believe not all of them would be very jealous 😅 & that sometimes situations get misread so I mixed it up a few times! warning: long post ahead!!! hehe

Seventeen's Reaction to Their Crush's Guy Best Friend (F!Reader)

S.Coups

You were the cutest thing Seungcheol had ever seen. The way your lips pressed together when you thought, how wide you smiled when you got a pleasant shock…the way you’d given that same smile when he’d offered you his arm half-jokingly, half-seriously and you’d taken it, walking right alongside him like that.

So who was that guy making you smile and laugh? Why were you always dropping someone else’s name? Was he that dense or was this guy really just a good friend? Seungcheol wanted to be that name. He wanted to have you by his side, have plans with you as often as your self-described “movie buddy” you caught nearly every new flick with. He could feel his brow creasing whenever his eyes fell upon the guy, mostly out of confusion, but a touch out of something else, even though he knew he didn’t have the right.

He just wanted it, wanted it so bad it was practically motivation throughout the day. As if every task, every workout, was saving up more strength to finally have that conversation with you.

It came more quickly than he cared to admit, his feet carrying him right to you of their own accord. You were wearing his favorite color on you, and the smile you gave him when you turned around only spurred him on. He had to know. Had to make you his if there was any chance in the world. If not, that ‘buddy’ of yours had better treat you like a queen.

“Hi, Seungcheol!” You gave him a little wave and he thought his heart might burst. “What’s up?”

“Have you seen that new mystery that just came out?”

“Not yet,” you shook your head, “but hopefully soon, I’d really like to!”

“Oh, you haven’t made plans with your boyfriend for it yet?”

Your gape, the near-horror that crossed your eyes, was priceless in more ways than one. “That is not my boyfriend, that’s just my bestie! He’s my mom’s best friend’s son, and he’s so not my type!”

Passion took hold of Seungcheol, a wave of adrenaline like he could barely describe. “I see! I wanted to respect your relationship to him above anything, but if that’s the case… Can I ask you out to go see it?”

“Of course!” You grin. “I keep telling him to get a girlfriend to take to all these movies anyway! I only like you.”

It took everything in Seungcheol not to kiss you right then and there.

Jeonghan

“Well, what am I supposed to think?”

“She said they were just friends!”

“She also sits really close to him.”

Jeonghan was sick and tired of that same old argument. Sick and tired of wondering who that guy you took everywhere with them was, even if he was really nice. The others tried their hands at blind reassurance, but Jeonghan was the type to get information himself, and the way you two had sat so close, chairs pushed nearly as much as possible together and legs brushing, was the final straw.

One conversation and he would know. Would leave you alone and smile through the knowledge that he was too late, come to accept it in time. All he had to do was play his cards just right, and if there was one thing he was good at it was that.

You were happy that night. Having a great time out with Seventeen, laughing at Soonyoung’s antics after he’d had one too many, stealing lots of glances Jeonghan’s way that had his heart leaping and easy smile manifesting. Your ‘best friend’ couldn’t make it, so it was the perfect time to work his hook into the conversation.

“Did you see those little flower stands on the corner?”

“Yeah,” you nod, an eager yet wistful look crossing your lovely features, “the bouquets are so pretty! It’s because Valentine’s Day is around the corner.” And there it was- you had taken the bait exactly. “If only…”

The way your chin fell onto your hand, the little drift of your eyes. Dreamy, all of it. It was enough to make Jeonghan want to spoil you. “You don’t think anyone will get you some?”

Your eyes widen a bit; you take a sip of your drink and shake your head. “No, who on earth would? Unless I had a secret admirer,” you joked, voice truly and genuinely incredulous.

That was all Jeonghan felt too, complete shock at your lack of awareness of what a gem you were. Well, that and the soaring rise of satisfaction knowing how surprised you were going to be on the fourteenth.

Joshua

Joshua embodied the old “slow to anger” verse for sure. It took a lot to build resentment in him and he truly saw the best in others whenever he could. So the fact that this guy was bugging him? Had to be his problem. I mean, you met in dance class, of course he’d be dancing with you across the practice room floor, but why��d it seem like showing off when-

“Jealous?” Suddenly Jeonghan had appeared at his side, catlike smile upon his face.

Heat crept to Joshua’s face at the single word, furrowing his brows even as his eyes widened. That was all his vocal unit-mate needed, it seemed.

“I knew it. You like her, don’t you? That’s the only reason you’d care if they were dancing, after all we showed them the moves we were working on.”

“I just-” He sighed, unable to defend himself with lies any longer. “Yeah. I guess I just wish that could be me waltzing with her like that.”

“It can be! Watch!” Jeonghan held up a hand. “(y/n), can Joshua try? He’ll be a natural!”

“Of course!” You lit up. Waving away your dance partner, you stepped up to Joshua. “I can see you being a good waltzer, Mr. Gentleman.”

Rolling his eyes at Jeonghan’s smug look, Joshua nervously, gently, gripped your waist, ready to give you the waltz of your life and dip you like your best friend almost did.

Jun

He was always teasing you and nudging you, but it was ok, right? He drove you around and bought you food sometimes, too, but that was alright… wasn’t it?

It was natural to want to do those things with you, too, as long as he didn’t let any animosity toward the other guy build up. At least that’s what Jun told himself. Some of the members were whispering suspicions about you just not going official yet, and that was like an arrow straight through his heart. Ever since the day you two had gone to that cat café, after all, his heart had been for you and you alone.

You were laughing really hard at something he said. Something about raisins that surely needed context. Part of him wanted to scoot in closer. Another part wanted to just leave and move on to another conversation. He settled for quiet, just watching for a bit. Your eyes darted his way and he smiled. You smiled back. You brought up something funny he'd done, asked if he would recreate it for everyone. For you, he would.

The way you laughed was worth it. Lighting up your eyes reminded Jun what was really important- protecting your precious soul. Your friend laughed, too, played off the joke perfectly. He was a nice guy, he really was. Jun still couldn't help feeling intimidated, though, when he went up to get another drink and your best friend immediately followed. Trying to play it cool, he turned his head, gave your buddy a smile.

"Hi. Do you need something? I can get you a drink, or- or-"

"She'd kill me if she knew I was doing this," he blurted out, eyes staring right into Jun's eyes, "but she likes you, man. I wouldn't normally say anything, but... I don't know, I can just see it with you two. I just don't want her to get hurt, so..."

"I don't either." Jun's eyes widened at the revelation, corners of his mouth threatening to tug upward. "I just want to make her as happy as she makes me."

"Believe me, if all her rants are any indication, you do," your best friend teased Jun, elbowing him.

Hoshi

The moment he heard that you, the object of his feelings, had a guy best friend, it set off an insatiable curiosity. Soonyoung had to meet this guy and meet this guy fast. Because if this guy was your bestie, he probably wasn't your type, right? So if he was anything like Soonyoung himself, ouch. Not that it sounded like the guy was a choreographer or anywhere near the tiger aficionado he was. But just as important: did he treat you right? It sounded like he did. Did he set the bar really high? Model how a real man should act or would Soonyoung have to sweep in and take over for the bas-

"I know this is a little silly of a way to spend your day off, so I really appreciate you joining us, Soonyoung. Sorry we're late!"

Your words interrupted his reverie, cutting the blur of his vision back to dial in on your wonderful smile again. In your hand was the box of lego he'd agreed to build with you and the guy he'd been curious about for so long, someone who was really into building sets, apparently. Soonyoung could dig it. A rare respite from the usual chaos he lived in.

"Don't worry," he comforts you, throwing a hopefully-subtle glance your bestie's way. Well, he certainly didn't look like Soonyoung. Whew. "This is a great way to force me to relax. I'm all yours!"

Of course, being a tiny bit more flirty around the best friend may also draw a distinction...better venture putting an arm around you when you sit down just in case...

"Next time I come to Seoul, I'm hoping my girlfriend can make it, too," you best friend suddenly comments as he splits the baggie labeled with a 1 open, "she just had to be in LA this week. We could..." He pauses, glances between you and Soonyoung with a sly smile. "...maybe do a double date or something?"

Oh, he could just kiss this guy! No, wait, you! Soonyoung feels himself flush and grin widely before he can help it, trying to calm his expression as he glances your way. Can you feel his heartbeat against your side?

Your eyelashes flutter. So cute. "I-I'm game if you are," you tell him shyly.

"I am. I so am."

Wonwoo

"Well, if it isn't Jeon 'Nerves of Steel' Wonwoo."

"Are you insecure or something?" The bespectacled rapper shoots back, sparing Chan a passing glance.

"No, I'm sane! If I liked someone whose best friend was all over her like that, I’d hardly be carrying on like normal.”

“All over her? They’re just walking up arm in arm! We don’t even know the guy yet,” Wonwoo reminds him. After all, this is the first time they’ll be meeting the bestie they’d heard so much about, so it is still unfair to judge him. Even if Wonwoo does wonder what it would feel like to get to walk with you that way…

“Hi guys! We’re here!”

You exclaim the greeting and your best friend grabs your hand, hoisting them up like you’ve just won the Olympics. The others swarm you right away, members you’re also close with and a few of the elders vibe-checking your friend. By the time Wonwoo approaches, Chan following quickly behind him with a skeptical arch of his brow, Seungcheol is already talking to him about music.

“Of course I’ve heard your songs! (y/n)’s car alone would teach me a lot, but I’m a fan anyway! It must be so amazing, all the different people you guys get to work with and other idols you get to meet! Who’s the nicest?”

He does seem really nice. Chan can keep his immaturity to himself, Wonwoo thinks. Who cares if the guy is- still holding your hand? Ok, a bit suspicious, but he had to swallow that, remembering your happiness was the most important thing and smiling for you.

“Oh my gosh! Wooyoung from Ateez? Good to know, he’s pretty much my ideal type!” Your best friend jokes to Seungkwan, who’s quickly hijacked the conversation about other idols. “Isn’t that right, (y/n)?”

“Save it for your poster,” you joke back before turning toward Chan and Wonwoo with a teasing grin, “I keep telling him his next boyfriend should be a lookalike- whoever finds him wins!”

Ok, now Wonwoo is smiling for both of you.

Woozi

Oh, man, if Seungcheol found out, he was dead meat. At least that was Jihoon’s guess. His fellow leader could be very intimidating when he wanted to be, and the protective streak Jihoon admired would surely apply to his best female friend. The very same woman he had fallen for.

You were bright, cheery in a way that energized him instead of exhausting him. Just the type he'd always dreamed of. The day you left one of your silly little figurines in his studio "just to keep him company" was the day he knew he'd fallen hard. Seungcheol always beamed at you with pride, and Jihoon could see why. But did your friend see you as his?

“Here, listen to this!” Seungcheol was in the studio, your figurine and Jihoon both watching as he gently dropped a pair of headphones onto you.

Your eyelids fluttered closed; contentment spread across your face, bringing warmth to Jihoon’s heart as he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Gently you nodded to the rhythm, smile growing as your head bobbed. It was like Seungcheol was gloating, torturing him-

“What do you think?” Hands on either side of your head, your friend freed you from the headphones’ grip and peered into your eyes with a smile Jihoon tried desperately to read. Maybe that was the problem: he was trying both too hard and not hard enough.

“I love it!” You burst out, glancing between the men on either side of you from your chair. “Did you write this, or-”

“No,” he shook his head, “Jihoon did. Sounds like someone beautiful must have inspired him, huh?”

Seungcheol’s head turned as he said those last words, nodded almost imperceptibly. Oh. It was that demo. Was he- Was he giving his blessing? Jihoon felt red blooming beneath his cheeks, barely resisted the urge to frown and wave a hand and turn back around from your gaze. Well, the nod- and Seungcheol’s look of amused surprise- would have to do. Jihoon didn’t feel like having a conversation with him about it, but maybe he’d have one with you soon…

DK

You seemed positively giddy to introduce Seokmin and your best friend, probably because he was like the next best thing. Not that that was the role he wanted. It wasn’t besting the poor…well, bestie, it was simply that you were so cute and he just wanted to hold you and sway you back and forth and kiss your cheeks and…

Seokmin really liked you. The fact that you had a guy best friend, though? Easily meant you just clicked with dudes, had a different approach to dating. It wasn’t something he tried to bring up too much. Ignorance is bliss, after all.

Bliss that couldn’t last forever, though, as you dragged your friend forward and Seokmin got ready to study every interaction you had with him. After all, if you acted the exact same way toward that guy it would be obvious. Crushing, pun intended, but obvious.

The guy playfully rolled his eyes as you yanked him over- not by the hand, though, by the sleeve. Interesting. Introductions went smoothly.

“So, how long have you two known each other again?” Seokmin asked.

“Funny, I was just about to ask the same thing to you!” Your best friend replied with a smile.

Was that a challenge? A threat? Was this a how-well-we-know-(y/n)-off?

Apparently not, for all the guy did was nod and say “Ok, cool!” before you guys all headed into the arcade.

Soon you three were having a shoot-off at the basketball game, and when you took second place, you high-fived both of them. Equal treatment? But earlier you had put your hand on his shoulder, oh and you said he looked cute when you guys were messing with the game props and-

“Hey, Seokmin?” Your friend had gone to the restroom, leaving just the two of you pulling aside from the hoops.

“Yeah?”

“I hope this isn’t a weird time to do this, but, well, I wanted there to be a third person in case things got awkward,” you paused for three, four of his rampant heartbeats, “I just wanted to tell you that I like you.”

His jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”

“Why would I lie about something like that?”

“I dunno, I guess I was just worried you saw me the same as your friend there,” he shrugged.

“Please,” you waved your hand, “love that guy, but he doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body.”

Seokmin grinned. “And I do?”

“Says the guy who always pulls me away from the road and gave me his scarf the other night!”

“Oh,” Seokmin mused, “I forgot about that. But you know what? Keep it.” And with that, he scooped you into a the warmest hug of your life, all the lights and chatter of the arcade fading out beneath the sensation.

Mingyu

Mungyu was head over frickin heels for you. You, the way you smiled, how hard you laughed at his roast battle with Soonyoung (he won), the cute little way you wrung your hands when you were nervous. He couldn’t help but feel jealous of your male best friend, though- that man must have known your lovely brain even more intimately, known every secret to winning your heart. Maybe he already was winning it, the way you always sat by him and dragged him along on your wonderfully silly antics. The most conflicting part? Your best friend was one of his bandmates.

He’d only met you because you moved near Seventeen’s dorms and Seokmin started bringing you around. It shouldn’t have mattered, but the way you laughed together had his chest tightening, wondering why that couldn’t be him. But would saying something upset Seokmin, cause a rift between the two men? That was the last thing Mingyu wanted. If only his heart would dull its ache, quit beating a mile a minute the moment you fell into his sights.

Something snapped in him one day, though, when you fated three made a convenience store run. You were in a particularly good mood, excitedly grabbing your best friend’s hand and swinging your joined appendages back and forth. All Mingyu wanted was closure, and he was going to get it once and for all.

“So, do you two like each other?” The moment Seokmin rounded the corner to find his favorite snacks, the words burst from the tall rapper’s lips. Mingyu’s composure threatened to falter in the seconds before you answered, ticks that felt like minutes.

You giggled, but the sound wasn’t sheepish, in fact it was…incredulous? Not to mention extremely adorable the way you lit up with mirth. “No way! Seokmin is like a brother to me. In fact, the only reason he started bringing me around Seventeen was thinking he was going to set me up with one of you,” you replied.

“Really?” Mingyu can’t hide his gape at that. “Which one?”

At that, you giggle again. “I don’t think it mattered, really! I think he just wants to make a real sister-in-law out of me. I’d probably have my pick,” you rolled your eyes teasingly.

But then your gaze fell from his almost shyly. And there between aisles of foil snack packages, beneath fluorescent bar lights, came a glittering vision of hope. As if all of Mingyu’s dreams were going to come true.

“Well, if you’re taking applications, sign me up,” he tells you, leaning against a cookie display.

His arm slipped and he almost fell, but you said yes, so nothing was going to wipe the grin off of his face as he took your hand, insisted on carrying your bag on the way back to the dorms.

Seokmin just swung his head back and forth between you two. “What happened while I was gone?”

The8

“You’re not jealous?”

“Why should I be?”

Frankly, it blew some of the other more possessive-leaning Seventeen members’ minds how little it bothered Minghao. You, the girl he claimed to have feelings for, to feel differently toward than anyone else he'd ever met.

"Because that guy is sitting awfully close to her!" Mingyu shot back. "You're not upset? At least feeling like you have competition?"

"A person isn't a prize. It's her choice on who to be with, not mine, and besides, they're best friends. I'm not exactly wishing to be in his place, no," Minghao responds, ending his statement with a smirk.

Mingyu shakes his head at first before breaking into an amused smile and laugh. "All right, you got me there."

Before much else could be said, Minghao heard his name, grinned as he turned around and saw you waving him over. "Come play our silly little game with us!"

"Ok," he chuckled, sending one last smile to Mingyu, who mouthed an overly encouraging 'go get 'em, tiger' that had his nose wrinkling.

In all honesty, it made him happy to be included in moments like that one, old nostalgic games with your best friend. Like him back or not, there was a beauty in seeing Minghao as an important enough part of your life and he wouldn't waste that. As a matter of fact, it only encouraged him to get closer to you and your friends and welcome you more into his life, too.

“After this, you get to pick the next game, ok?”

Minghao just smiled. “Of course. I can teach you mine and my mom’s old favorite.”

Seungkwan

“Oh, remember at your brother’s birthday party when your mom had the limbo contest?”

“Yes, he just bent his legs so weird!”

You and one of your closest friends are sitting reminiscing on all the things you’d done together. The two of you have, for lack of a better term, history, and maybe that’s something that will never get built up the same with-

“Seungkwan?”

Turning his head, Seungkwan responds to his leader’s call with a faint hum, seeing Seungcheol nod toward an empty bedroom and following him in. As soon as he steps through the threshold, he sees the way his elder has his arms crossed and his downturned eyebrows raise.

“Wanna talk about what’s going on out there? And before you ask, yes, I can tell something’s off. It’s (y/n) and her friend, huh?”

Curse his expressiveness. Sometimes Seungkwan feels like he can never keep a secret. Everything is betrayed by his face or the way he acts, but nothing in the world can suppress reflex, pure emotion. At least not all the time.

He sighs. “Yes. I just… I just can’t help feeling like I’ve lost. He knows her like the back of his hand, they have all these memories together… maybe I should just give up.”

“Just because they’ve known each other for longer doesn’t mean anything,” Seungcheol comforts him, stepping forward to rest a firm hand on his shoulder, “in fact, maybe that’s a good sign. If they’ve been friends for years and he’s never made a move, why would he now?”

Seungkwan’s shoulders rise and fall beneath his leader’s warm grip. “Maybe. I guess… I mean, I just worry because she’s spending all that time with him and what am I if not-”

“Seungkwan!”

Your voice cuts into the dark, curling clouds of his reverie, fading around the corner as he stiffens and Seungcheol drops his hand again. Shuffling carefully forward, he tentatively leaves the room to find you standing before him, a smile rising gently to your lips.

“There you are,” you breathe, stepping closer, “I was worried when I saw you leave suddenly. Are you alright?”

His heart flips. He nods. “Yeah, Seungcheol just had a question for me. I’m heading back out, in fact,” he adds, shooting Seventeen’s leader a brief look and receiving a nod in response.

“Good. It’s not the same without you,” you tell him, and this smile elicits more than a flip- this time his heart practically explodes.

“Really?” He asks before he can stop himself.

“Really,” you confirm, heading back out into the room. Luckily you don’t seem to notice the very smug, triumphant glance he shoots your best friend’s way.

Vernon

Vernon isn’t the jealous type. Possessiveness is unnecessary stress, and he feels like if two people truly connect there’s no need.

The problem is he isn’t sure how well you two have connected. Sure you’re friends and sure you guys have hung out, but there’s another guy you’re with all the time- boyfriend? Hard to tell. If so, not officially, not in words. He’s your best friend, your ride or die, so to speak, and Vernon isn’t going to do anything to get in the way of that. Having twelve ride or dies himself, that would be hypocrisy in the highest.

Yet the way his brow furrows seeing you with him, the unpleasant jolt of his heart when you bring up yet another joke just the two of you share, has him wondering if his interest is feckless. It’s not anger, for he had no claim to you, but a strong desire for closure, just one final word to release him from the surreptitious glances at your beauty or jokes made just for you. The thoughts of what sort of stuff you would do as a couple- were you the matching tattoos or matching pajamas type? DIY dates or something bougier? Probably more DIY, you were so down to earth, but Vernon would spoil you if you let him…

“Oh, come off it, bro,” you waved your best friend’s hand off your shoulder, wrinkling your nose at the embarrassing childhood anecdote, “I haven’t done that since I was a kid and you never saw me, my mom just told you the story!”

Bro? Bro! One choice word had Vernon’s ears perking up. He’d never caught you going full bro with your bestie before. Did he have a shot? Involuntarily his heartbeat picked up.

“And I’ll never let you forget it,” your best friend gave you a smug look, crossing his arms.

Your eyes met Vernon’s in a flustered glance. As cute as you looked embarrassed, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Instead he offered a comforting smile. “Don’t worry, I didn’t really catch it.”

Sighing in relief, you shook your head at your friend before looking once more at Vernon. “You’re so lucky you just have a sister, otherwise this is what you have to deal with.”

Vernon laughed at that, a sound that even surprised him, but such a giddy rush had struck his heart with the hope that came from your revelation. If your best friend was a brother in your eyes, could someone else hold your heart?

Dino

Lee Chan was, in a word, not having it.

You were it for him, a girl like he'd never met before, and it had become his newest mission in life to show you how amazing you were. Compliments, small gifts, being there for help or comfort whenever you needed it, all were fair game for the youngest member of Seventeen.

So why were you suddenly dragging this other guy around everywhere?

Chan's heart felt like it was in a vice when you made all the posts taking him to an amusement park, to Baskin Robbins, the park, all the cute places he would have given anything to go one-on-one with you to.

"Trust me, I think you should let this go," Minghao told him at practice one day, "look at his arm around her, nice but so stiff. There's no way the two of them are anything but friends."

Valid point, but who else would take up such major real estate of your time so quickly? Go from zero to sixty hanging out unless you were his girlfriend? Either way Chan wasn't going down without a fight.

The next time he saw you, the metaphorical gloves were off. And by that, Chan fully intended to march right up to you, thundering of his heart be darned, and have his choice words. Well, choice question, really.

"Why are you doing all those things with him and not me?" It wasn't entirely a complaint, not entirely a command or entreaty either. It was everything Chan felt when he looked at you and lit up, then saw someone else basking in that light.

Your brows furrowed at his words, every twitch of your muscle one of true confusion, before you spoke. "Who, my cousin? He's only in Seoul for a few more weeks, so we've been cramming it all in. Do you really want to do all that with me too?"

Cousin! Internally Chan was breaking out into a one-man dance routine. Externally? He had to keep it a bit cooler.

"With you and no one else," he confirmed with a smile, leaning back against the wall with a look of smug satisfaction, even if it did mean Minghao was right.

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Chapter 3: Return

If he thought his first days with you as an escort was bad, this must be hell itself. Not only is the new girl he’s been assigned incredibly annoying with her constant, personal questions that are borderlining appropriate, but she’s also a teacher's pet to the higher ups. Whilst avoiding Chris’ questions is difficult, it seemed like she was desperate for them from the way she constantly fed back every little detail to him and any other higher up she ‘accidentally’ bumped into. Even you would’ve given more vague answers to Chris, and hell, you looked like you wanted Leon dead for half the time you were there.

Today he's in the middle of his workout, which consists of avoiding paperwork with the excuse of situps, when all of a sudden, she pops her head above him. Naturally, it startles him and he internally groans when her forced high pitched voice fills his ears. Damn, did she really need to try and give him a headache? “Leon, you haven't even done one piece of paperwork today!” She whines, only one sheet of paper in her hands. Did she even do her paperwork?!

Lord, you’d never call him by his name either, always ‘Kennedy’ and well, he’s not even sure if he can pronounce your surname— that made escort his go to. Now he has this bunny like girl practically hopping in his vision every minute of the day. “Yeah, yeah, it’ll be done by the end of today.” He doesnt know when he started to compare everything she did to how you did— when did he even pay attention to all of your mannerisms? Every time it starts to form in his head he has to push it out again, forcing himself up from the ground as his muscles strain.

Whenever she'd give feedback to the higher ups, he’d only receive more stern glares from them the next day. Sure he wasn't exactly the most motivated here but damn, did he really deserve being ogled like he was wearing a clown suit? He knew he was a pawn, blackmailed by the DSO just so they could have someone who’d do anything they’d ask. It seemed fruitless before to even try to be better, even with your encouraging, but he found himself enjoying working out again. He was finally beginning to enjoy the feeling of aching muscles when he climbed into bed rather than the pounding hangover waiting for him in the morning. But with this girl just constantly getting on his nerves in all the worst ways, not even giving him a chance to prove himself before she’s telling him about his assignment next week and the paperwork that’s all due.

His head feels heavy from the whisky he had downed last night; Sunday’s were always the worst for him, far too many memories that were allowed to run free due to the lack of activity. Now he walks the halls, pissed since the new escort is too much of a goody two shoes to even fetch him a coffee in work hours, and now he has Chris practically on his tail for slacking off.

“Oh? Kennedy’s old escort? Yeah, she couldn't even afford the job. I don't even know why they give people like her the good roles and we just get a short placement!” One of the interns complains as he’s about to turn the corner and he stops dead in his tracks. Couldn’t afford the job? What the hell did that mean?

“I heard she couldn't even afford her flight for her escort job. Isn't that kind of pathetic? I mean, why even take the job?” The other interns giggle along, boasting about how they’d be such good escorts and gushing over the agents they would follow around all day. However Leon’s mind is too occupied with the fact that you hadn’t quit the job because you got fed up with him, no, it was only due to money. Despite that, he cant let that sway him now, life is better without you. He’s just.. not being optimistic about it. Two more beers, that’s what he needs, he’s definitely too sober if he’s missing you.

The next week is painfully long, trying to stray every thought from it’s destined path that is you. It’s like you consume him, a constant reminder that one, he’s not a good agent and two, you’re the only one who can save his sorry ass. It’s tempting, almost too much, the idea of walking into your office, slamming his hands down on the desk and just telling you to get back in the DSO right now before he drags you. Nicely, of course. And with his hair actually brushed out, and clean clothing and definitely not stinking of any beer. No, he cant give in so quickly— he’s surely more resilient than this.. right?

It’s been three weeks since you’ve left and now you have an annoyed Leon at your box desk, which is more of a table you just use as a foot rest at this point. You raise an eyebrow at him as he complains on and on about the new girl, how she wont shut up and just keeps going on and on about his misconduct. “Well, you aren't exactly doing your job. I cant blame her.” You shrug, knowing well that she’s somewhat trying to do her job as well. He steps round your desk and sits on the edge, tossing a packet of sweets in your lap as a peace offering. “No— you don't understand. She will not stop talking about it. All the time. ‘Have you done the paperwork?’ ‘Why didn't you do the paperwork’ ‘When will you do the paperwork?’. I was on a mission!” He exclaims, still keeping his voice hushed since apparently to him she has ‘eyes everywhere’. You couldn't help but feel a tad bit bad for him though— it’s clear that this situation needed to be approached differently, like you had done previously, considering he had a serious alcohol problem and all she was doing was rubbing salt into the wound.

You sigh, ripping open the sweets he brought, before he changed his mind, and popping one into your mouth absentmindedly. “I’ve quit already, Leon, nothing I can do about that anymore.” Licking the sugar from your lips, you shrug, not bothering to keep up with honorifics now that you’re not under his rule anymore.

“Well, there’s not much I can do when they’re constantly blackmailing me.” He scoffs again but he has a chance this time; a small one and particularly not the best one but definitely one. It’s a risk, but when has Leon not taken a risk? He’d be indebted to you in more ways than one, but you don't need to know that.. for now. “Look…” He pauses, letting out a reluctant sigh as he steals a sweet out the packet, chewing it down while he averts his gaze. “I’ll pay for all your fees. I just need you back there, asap, you’re like.. the only one who can do it.”

You pause, jaw slightly dropped by his words but no, not the last ones. “Wait— what?” Your eyebrow raises at him, surprised by what he had just revealed. He grits his teeth, annoyed by your insistence of making him repeat himself and continues to keep his gaze tightly averted. “I said.. I'd pay for it.. and uh.. I kind of need yo-“

“No— no, they blackmailed you?!” You say in shock, repeating his words back to him. That explained so much more now, especially from how he just always seemed to teeter on the edge but never completely over. Some days it was clear he hated the job with all his might, only wanting to get doused in alcohol until the sun returned. But others it was like it was his passion, his livelihood, but most of the time he wanted to leave. Even so, he never did, even when he was practically pushing a suspension. This explained so much.

He finally snaps his gaze back to you at your surprise, nodding slowly as his face hardens as he remembers. “It’s a.. long story. I saved a kid from the Raccoon City incident.” He begins and your eyes immediately widen, knowing that name as much as every American citizen did these days. It was a terrible thing, a freakish ‘accident’, and you had no idea he had experienced it. After all, most of the few who survived didn’t particularly last long unfortunately. “The DSO, they make me work for them in order for her to be safe until she’s of age.”

He murmurs, hands gripping the edge of the table and suddenly it’s like your perspective has shifted. After all, you cant argue with a man whose put up with horrifying scenes all year round in order to keep a little girl he isn't even related to, safe.

This is so much more than the drunken bastard you knew before, so much more than the lazy agent that couldn't do anything. “I should’ve expected that.. when had the government ever been completely clean?” He nods slowly, agreeing with your words before he takes another sweet, chewing the sugar down. “I don't hate it. I still want to fight for the country, to save the people. I just..”

You don't need him to explain, so you nod your head in agreement, pushing your legs off the desk as you stand up from the squeaky office chair you were sat upon.

“Alright, fine. Let’s get that girl a new job, and return mine.”

It only takes around three days for you to get settled back into the office again, Leon being kind enough for once to carry some boxes back to your little desk in the DSO. You cant lie and say you havent missed it, or maybe you just hate looking through boring emails all the damn time. “Thanks.”

You say with a small grin as he places down the box onto your desk, helping replug in the wires back into the plug sockets. He just clears his throat in response, muttering something about it not being a big deal and ‘expected of an agent’. He sticks in the last usb cable, dusting his hands as you pick up your mug, heading to grab your morning pick me up. “I’ll see you in the breakroom.” You hum, before pausing and giving him a small smirk. “But i expect all the paperwork you’re required to finish before the end of it.” He can only roll his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he gives you his cocky smirk that hasnt shown up in a while.

“I’ll get it here before you can take your last sip.” He’s about to turn and head off, as he usually does after saying his one liners. This time he pauses, slightly facing you as he fiddles with the pens in your pot. “For the record— no escort should have to pay those fees so I'm just doing what’s expected. Not a favour.” With that being said, he’s off, not allowing you to challenge his claim since he knows damn well that’s not the real reason in the slightest.

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Post-Workout

Pairing:  MJF x Fem Reader 

Summary: After losing a little challenge while working out with MJF, the reader finds herself in a situation that she's actually been waiting for...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI )(Oral M Receiving, hair pulling, swearing, degradation, shower sex, spanking, creampie)

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

I should've known that my pride and ego would land me in a situation like this. Challenging Max at the gym to see who could leg press the most weight, knowing he was stronger than me?

Now there I was, kneeling on the shower floor, the tip of his cock just inches away from my mouth, his hand guiding and smacking it across my lips, poking at me:

"You talked all that shit, so how about you finally put that smart mouth to good use?"

Even though I lost the bet, and this was the result, I had this feeling that I'd still end up in a similar scenario, keeping a smirk on my face while my tongue traced the slit of his cock:

"Planned on it, babe."

"Get to it then," He was never patient, let alone after a workout, pushing my head down onto his cock the moment my mouth opened wide enough.

He thought this was some sort of punishment for me, but my eyes were locked with his, a smirk still on my face every time my head bobbed up and down, grazing the muscle of his thighs as I began to deep throat his cock, keeping still when he thrusted his hips toward me.

"Such a slut for my dick, aren't you?" He was having trouble admitting how much he loved how I took him, hand taking a grip along my scalp, fucking my throat.

His speed did put some tears in my eyes, my chest burning from the lack of oxygen, the steam of hot water around us not making it easier either, but I only encouraged it, hands finding the v-line along his pelvic muscle, sliding to the side of his hips and guiding with a quicker tempo.

"Only proving me right," Locking gazes, we both began to feel how he was beginning to throb slightly, not bothering to stop, only bobbing my head quicker until he pulled me back by the hair, "Gonna be my little cum slut too?"

"Just tell me how you want it," I breathed out, taking the chance to gather myself before things got crazier like I knew they would.

I was already so turned on, barely containing my temptations, the smirk on my face growing as he sat on the bench.

"I already worked my ass off today. So, if you want this dick, you got to do it yourself," Of course, he acted like he didn't want me sitting on him, slicking his wet hair back, slouching some as I came to straddle him:

"Don't sound so bored," I teased, lining my entrance with the tip of his cock, "I'm capable of a lot of things."

"Is that ri-" Before he could finish, I dropped on all of his cock, laughing softly with a moan while seeing his lip get trapped between his teeth.

"You just tell me when you don't want to hang on anymore, baby," I kept teasing, whispering in his ear while bouncing my ass off him, adding a quick roll of my hips, "You probably used up a lot of strength lifting all those weights."

Hands running across his biceps, finding his chest and his abs next, his body proved how hard he worked in the gym, his muscles more sculpted and defined than ever before, which only excited me more, moaning louder and louder moving faster.

I could only feel as if I couldn't get enough, throwing my head back as a spank found my ass, the water making the impact sting more than it normally would have, nearly crumbling in his lap when his thumb found my clit and jumbled my nerves and made the feeling more intense.

"I better feel you cuming first," He warned, squeezing where he spanked hard, tense muscles showing that he was fighting his own orgasm.

"Just a little more," I panted out, fixing myself and grabbing his shoulders, back arching and making our chests meet, bouncing off and on his cock harder and faster, more lewd moans spilling from my lips, "I just need a little more."

"A little more?" The hand between us started rolling my clit, a pinch making me squeal and jump upwards, a newfound determination waving over me, walls clenched so hard it ached, but so close to bliss that I moved relentlessly, the wooden bench underneath of us creaking from the overwhelming speed and weight of us both.

"Hope you're ready," I barely got out, the smacks at my sweet spot trying to make me collapse again, biting my lip only to give up and moan salaciously, "I'm cuming, Max!"

From behind, his hand pulled my hair back by the hair, leaning back some more to watch how I came around him, free hand spanking:

"Who told you to slow down?"

Oh, so he wanted a flashy display? I still had some strength in me to keep bouncing, slicking his thighs after his cock, hips rolling up and against his, cooing to him:

"Fuck, you're throbbing so damn hard."

"What do you expect after riding my dick like that?" He chuckled, bringing me back so we were nose to nose, "Gonna keep being good and let me fill you up?"

"Please," I cooed back, kissing softly, moaning at the heat filling me inside, hips rocking with a stutter, rising on my knees some, both of us watching and feeling how his seed oozed out, but sat back down on his cock till I was stuffed, giggling softly as I met his lips again, "Good thing we're already in the shower, huh?" 

[dailybeastarsthings]

Chapter 58 – Collegial Confrontation

Even working a full-time job with a somewhat decent salary, Legoshi was still pretty short on money. He didn’t want to go back to helping Gouhin during the night and he didn’t want to ask for a loan from Gosha either, however, he still wished to have some more on his account. Plus, after two months living in the Hidden Condo, a few new pieces of furniture would’ve made a huge change to his otherwise empty apartment. To give himself a chance, he started looking for a second job, thinking that he would do night shifts at the noodle shop and do his secondary job during the day. With a few work options to choose from, Legoshi headed over to Seven to ask for some help and motivation. He gently knocked on her door.

‘Oh, hi, Legoshi’ Seven said with a wide smile on her face after opening the door.

‘Hello, Seven’ Legoshi said nervously. ‘Sorry to bother you… I was just wondering if you could help me with something?’

‘Sure, what is it?’

‘Well, there’s a chance that I might be called for a job interview in the future and I’m not entirely sure what to wear for one. I was thinking you could help me pick an outfit if you’re okay with that?’

Seven looked at Legoshi in confusion before saying ‘I thought you already have a job. What happened?’

‘Well, I’d like to finally start to furnish my place. I just don’t have the funds for it yet…’

Without saying anything, Seven agreed to help his neighbor out. She knew that if he really wanted a second – and somewhat better than a waiter position in a noodle shop – he would’ve had to put his best foot forward. The two walked over to Legoshi’s apartment. It was a bit of a mess with Legoshi’s clothes still being in cardboard boxes and suitcases. Legoshi took them out one by one and laid them on the mattress he slept on. He then took his shoe options out of a box and placed them in front of the clothing options.

Seven took a careful look at each and every option. There were burgundy cardigans, worn-out sneakers, a pair of jeans, which was desperate for washing and a few decent short-sleeved shirts.

‘My Rex, you have nothing to wear for such an occasion’ she said.

‘What?’ Legoshi yelled in nervousness. ‘Oh no, I’ll never get another job!’ he buried his face in his palms.

‘Oh, come now, don’t worry’ Seven tried to calm him down. ‘I’ll help you with that, okay? Let’s go shopping.’ Legoshi started wagging his tail in excitement. He was really thankful for his neighbor, wanting to hug her, but he was still afraid of making physical contact with an herbivore.

15 minutes later, the two were already on a train to the city center. After getting off, they headed directly to a Metal Mouse store, the brand where Seven was working at. After all, employees had a 50% discount on all goods and she knew, they would definitely find a pair of kicks for Legoshi – something suitable for both an interview and for everyday use.

‘So, what’s your shoe size?’ Seven asked after entering.

’33.5 centimeters’ Legoshi said after the initial shock of the vast collection presented on the walls of the store. There were colorful, plain, even high-heels, which, while sound like an interesting choice to wear for workout, still existed for some reason. ‘My insteps are also pretty big, so I always have to wear shoes with shoelaces…’ Legoshi continued while looking around. ‘Like this one right here’ he pointed on a plain beige pair on the top shelf.

‘Those plain, manufactured shoes!?’ Seven asked in confusion. ‘A teenager like you should have way more options to choose from!’

‘Well, actually, large-breed attire tends to be simple, especially for carnivores.’

‘Aren’t you just speaking for yourself?’ Seven raised her eyebrows. ‘Because the company’s development team has already rolled out some new designs, which appeal to the adolescent carnivores. Like that one up there!’ she pointed at a more colorful shoe.

‘No, I don’t think I like it, sorry’ Legoshi said.

‘Oh, you’re not really into fashion, are you?’ Seven chuckled.

Legoshi looked at her in confusion. Sure, he wasn’t the most fashionably dressed animal in the city, but he enjoyed looking for and trying out new designs… sometimes… like once every 5 years… okay maybe 6.

‘No, it’s just that I think less carnivore students are restricting themselves to only hanging out with other carnivores’ he said as he took the first pair off the shelves and sat down to try it on. It almost felt like that that pair was designed specifically for him. Walking around in them felt like walking on air. His steps weren’t as heavy in them either, making them less loud, too. Legoshi was satisfied with his choice, but he wanted to try on some other shoes, as well. His socks, however, got stuck in the shoes as he took them off, revealing the sharp claws on his feet.

‘Oh, my Rex, they look like they could kill!’ Seven thought.

‘Sorry you had to see that’ Legoshi said after seeing Seven’s shocked expression. ‘Anyway, my point is that most carnivores have savage-looking feet, as you could see, so a carnivore with a pair of flashy shoes would give the impression that they don’t want to be around herbivores.’

‘So, there are less carnivore students like that?’ Seven asked.

‘Yeah, since pretty much all the students in my school want to get along with each other, regardless of species’ Legoshi smiled. ‘I suppose it’s the same for adults, as well.’

‘No, it’s not’ Seven mumbled, looking down on the ground in front of her.

Legoshi tilted his head in confusion.

‘Oh! Never mind… I really appreciate your insight, thank you’ Seven said nervously.

‘Alright… Hey, do you mind if I step away for a moment? I need to use the restroom.’ Seven didn’t say anything, just nodded. With Legoshi gone, she started to look around for a moment, taking in the store’s atmosphere with its vast choice of goods.

‘MS. LAMB!!!’ Seven heard from the store entrance. It was her coworkers, a panther, a fox and an alligator.

‘Oh, dear Rex, no…’ she sighed.

The three colleagues of Seven walked up to her, initiating some small talk about how she got transferred to a new department, yet how ambitious she was if she was checking out a shoe store on a Sunday. All the trauma and bullying she went through flooded Seven all at once. So much so, she could bare respond to his colleagues. Suddenly, she felt someone else on her right. It was Legoshi, towering over all of them.

‘The stalls are all full’ he said bluntly.

‘Why don’t you wait by the door then?’ Seven asked almost scoldingly. She couldn’t believe Legoshi couldn’t just be more patient and wait.

‘I don’t see the point’ he said before turning to Seven’s colleagues. ‘Oh, hello. I’m Seven’s neighbor.’

‘Oh, what a surprise!’ the fox said uncomfortably, drooping his ears.

‘I thought you were Ms. Lamb’s boyfriend and that maybe she’s going through a wild streak or something’ the panther laughed nervously.

‘Ms. Lamb?’ Legoshi asked in confusion, yet with a scolding tone. ‘Her name is Seven. Not Lamb’ he continued before turning to his neighbor. ‘Is that a nickname or something?’

‘Yes, of course it is’ Seven said nervously, feeling the weight of the situation on her back. ‘This is how adults banter with each other. They’re just joking! Right guys!?’

Seven turned to his colleagues, only to see them standing with their tails between their legs, looking at the floor like three children waiting for a scolding from their parents.

‘Yes, it is… We didn’t mean any harm’ the alligator said.

‘What’s gotten into you guys?’ Seven asked.

‘I know her real name is Seven, but…’ the panther said.

‘If you really think about it, it’s really tasteless to call her Lamb. Who started this anyway?’ the fox added.

‘The boss…’ the alligator said.

‘Hey… umm… We’re sorry to interrupt your Sunday. See you at work, Seven!’ the fox said before he and the others left the store.

There was a moment of silence, Seven reflecting on all the bullying she had to endure at the company. Was it finally over. Could she finally hope for better treatment?

‘Are you okay?’ Legoshi bounced her back to reality. ‘Sorry if I interrupted anything. I thought you were in trouble.’

‘So you came to my rescue, is that what you’re saying!?’ Seven asked, her blood boiling. She felt revolted that her neighbor looked down on her. Without saying anything, she stormed out of the store, not looking back.

‘What? Seven, wait’ Legoshi said as he walked after her. ‘Did I do something to make you mad?’ he continued as he chased his neighbor down the street. ‘Is it because they thought I was your boyfriend? I can write a letter to make things clear if you’d like…’

He’s just a kid… he’s just a kid… And he’s just a damn brat! Seven thought before she turned around to face Legoshi.

‘Why does a kid like you have more privilege to speak than I do!?’ she yelled. ‘You’re a social outcast, 12 years younger than me! Yet, you shut them up with just a few words! Not even a fake smile either! All because you’re a big carnivore!’ Seven took a deep breath before she continued ‘In the end, the career I worked hard for and endured so much for… is nothing but a sham…’

‘Seven…’ Legoshi reached out to his neighbor. ‘Sorry, I really thought that they were just being nice because I was a stranger and all…’

‘No! Their ears were drooping! It’s a sign of submission!’

Without saying anything more, Seven stormed into a grocery store. Legoshi followed, trying to apologize but Seven didn’t pay him any attention. It almost felt like the first days when he was talking to Louis after he had done something he didn’t like.

Seven walked up to a fridge, taking out a can of beer, then she walked up to the cashier, grabbing a bottle of orange soda on her way.

‘Thank you very much’ she said passive aggressively when the cashier gave her the drinks in a plastic bag.

After leaving the store, Seven headed back to the Hidden Condo, still not talking to Legoshi, who was still trying his hardest to understand what was going on in Seven’s mind and apologizing all the way there. When entering the Condo, Seven headed for the rooftop where she immediately cracked her beer open.

‘What!? Why are you following me!? I want to drink alone!’ she yelled at her neighbor.

‘Sorry, I just want to talk to you’ Legoshi drooped his ears. I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking about how you felt back there…’

‘Don’t apologize when I’m the one at fault. You’re making me feel miserable’ Seven said, as she took a sip of her beer, looking into the distance.

‘Oh, okay… then what do you want me to do?’

‘I… want you to shut up… and drink this juice with me’ Seven said as she handed the bag to Legoshi. He opened the bottle and took a sip of the orange-colored liquid. It tasted a bit weird, but it was nothing carbonated drinks didn’t offer.

‘You’ve done nothing wrong, of course’ Seven said as she rested her head on the railing.

‘Do you still want me to shut up?’ Legoshi asked.

‘You’re such a stick in the mud’ Seven chuckled.

Suddenly, the door to the rooftop flung open and Sagwan stepped out.

‘Oh, I knew it was you, Legoshi. Hello!’ he said.

‘It’s great to see you, Sagwan’ Legoshi replied politely. ‘I’m glad you have your clothes on’ he continued before turning to Seven to introduce the seal. ‘Seven, this is Sagwan. Sagwan, this is Seven.’

‘Hello, I’m the spotted seal from 302’ Sagwan offered his hand.

‘Oh, Rex, I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I’m such a mess’ Seven chuckled before shaking the seal’s hand. ‘It’s really nice to meet you.

Legoshi went to grab a drink for Sagwan, too. The three of them spent a good few hours chatting on the rooftop after that before Seven suggested having dinner together. The neighbors had a blast and what could’ve been the worst Sunday turned out to be one of the best for not only Seven, but Legoshi, too.

[gl0rious-purpose]

How Far Is Too Far? (Loki x Protective!Reader)

Summary: After moving into the Avengers compound, reader had adjusted to the joking tones of their fellow members. When Loki moves into the building, the teasing from Tony strikes a nerve with the reader.

Word Count: 2059 Words

After living in the Avengers compound since the New York attack, you've watched your teammates insult each other jokingly. Steve would throw jabs at Natasha and Bucky during workouts, Sam would join in and get dragged into a big, playful tussle. Even though you sat on the sidelines with Wanda, you still enjoyed watching them pick on each other. You could easily say you have adjusted to each team members tone to identify when they were messing around. 

When Thor brought his mischievous brother to live amongst you all, the humor laced tones diminished into bitterness whenever he was present. Tony seemed to be the only one who would acknowledge his presence with crude words while the others gave each other knowing looks. You lost track of how many insults that man could throw at Loki throughout the day. You were beginning to think that was all Tony could do to keep himself entertained. While you weren't entirely sure, whenever a harsh jab got spouted in the god's direction, a flicker of hurt crossed his eyes before they returned to their cold appearance. This, of course, worried you since Loki was apart of the team now and deserved the same respect everyone else got. Everyone had warmed up to the idea of him being there after he had proved himself worthy in combat, but Tony was still on the fence.

After returning from a mission, you'd stumbled upon Tony in his workshop talking to himself as he tweaked his suit. If no one else was going to confront Tony about his snide comments, you were. You had seen a completely different side to Loki today when retrieving information. It was almost like he started to trust you guys and they trusted him. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed up the workshop door and waited for Tony to acknowledge your presence. When he finally looked up, he gave you a pleased smile before returning to working on his suit.

"Hey kid, how'd the mission go?" Tony grunted as he reached deep into the suit to grab a tool he'd dropped. 

"It went very well. I think Loki's actually starting to trust us." Responding with a hopeful voice, you turned to look for a seat just in case this conversation got lengthy. Tony's face appeared above the suit, eyebrows furrowed at your statement.

"Listen, Y/N. Don't go relying on Mr. Freeze. He trusts no one, but himself." He pointed his wrench at you as if he was scolding you with his finger before turning to find the tool he really needed. A tense silence brushed over you at his words, the only sound being Tony's tools clanging together kept your focus. Briskly standing up, you pushed in your seat. If he was to play that card, let him. I'm not going to stand for it.

"Tony, you seem to be the only asshole here that believes that. I don't understand why you can't just accept that Loki is here to change, not create conflict." You looked at the man across from you, who was clearly taken aback. The silence motivated you to go on.

"The amount of times that man as saved your ass, Stark. You owe him a bit of courtesy as he holds a position on this damn team. How far is too far?" Feeling anger bubbling throughout your body, you reached out and shoved your palm against the counter next to you, taking deep breaths. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tony nodding in agreement, going to open his mouth to respond when someone cut him off.

"And I don't need a pitiful excuse of a Midgardian to stick up for me. Maybe you should keep your nose out of other people's businesses." Loki's cold, irritated voice rang out from behind the both of you. Tony only looked at you ask you turned around to face the God of Mischief. You felt the anger dissipate as your fiery determination left your eyes. Loki's cold demeanor seemed to of softened as he realized that he had hurt you. Regretting his words, he tried to muster up the courage to reach out to you, but you backed away from him. Diverting your eyes, you straightened up your posture and nodded in response to his words.

"That's fine by me." You gritted your teeth as you rushed out there, bumping into the god's shoulder as you rushed out of there as quickly as possible. You didn't mean to of upset Loki by any means, you were just tired of Tony walking all over him like he was a rug that no one liked. Once out into the corridor, tears seemed to brim your eyes as you briskly walked to your room, picking up pace every second you could. When you reached the floor you ironically shared with Loki, you almost collapsed in the living room. Any other time, those words would've never fazed you. Hell, they would've make you smirk in response to his cruel statement. But this time? This time it was different. It didn't take you long to realize you had developed feelings for the god, but you were afraid to reveal them. What if he judged you for falling for him? Gathering your emotions, you stumble up the stairs to your room. The quicker you could get up to your room, the less of a risk of Loki coming up and seeing you.

"God, why does this hurt so much?" Your strained voice cracked as your back hit your door, sliding quickly down it. Quite sobs racked your body as the tears just kept pouring down your face and your body curled up into an upright fatal position. Your self-loathing thoughts swam around your head faster than you could get the chance to process them as you rocked yourself. The thoughts soon laced themselves together, making you fall into a mindless fog. You tried to stop sobbing, trying to regain control over your breathing as tears slowly made their way down your flushed cheeks. Your ragged breaths seem to drown out the sudden knock at your door. After a couple minutes, the door suddenly swung outward, reminding you that you still had to convince Clint to come fix your door. Your body fell back onto the floor against someone's shoes. Realizing you didn't lock your door, you looked up into the soft, concerned eyes of the guy you were just trying to defend. Sniffling, your hands shot up and pressed against your tear streaked cheeks, quickly wiping your face so tears weren't present. After a couple seconds, you scrambled to your feet, quickly walking into your room to avoid any violent confrontation with him.

Blowing your nose, you heard your door close. Thank the Gods, I'm alone now. You thought as you sighed raggedly before turning around into the firm chest of Loki. The sudden impact didn't make him budge, but it made you try to back away to give him space. Instead he gently grabbed you and pulled you back in, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame. You tensed at the sudden contact, frozen in place. Loki's hands started rubbing circles on your midsection, hoping it would ease you into the hug. Minutes passed before you finally relented and tightly wrapped your arms around his torso as if your life depended on it. The movement caused a low chuckle to emit from the man holding you, the sound's rumble against you caused you to shiver. Comfortable silence fell upon you two as you both embraced each other.

"So," Loki's now soft and sincere sounding broke the silence. "Why are you in here crying?" He asked, but you knew he already had a good idea of why you were in here crying. He just needed clarification. Do I really want to give him that? You questioned yourself as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

"None of your business, Frosty" you muttered, adding the nickname to try to lighten the mood as you shoved your face into his chest. A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he pried you away from his body, far enough for him to try to look you in the eye. Except you just looked away from him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He watched your eyes flicker to different objects lying in your room as you tried to find something to focus on.

"Y/N" He spoke, expecting you to respond with a glance.

"Love?"

"Darling?"

"Sweetheart?" He stopped, trying to think of a nickname that would bring you to look at him.

"Angel?" Loki tried to lace the name with as much love and care as he could, move his head to try to meet your eyes. Even though the room was dark, he was able to subtly see your flushed cheeks grow red at the nickname as your eyes slowly met his. Giving a small, victorious smile, he decided to go on.

"It's my business if you're crying because of me." He stated, making it clear that it wasn't up for debate. You nervously took your bottom lip into your mouth, chewing on it as you thought about what you wanted to say to him. His eyes pierced right through you, expecting an answer. Sighing, you threw yourself  down onto your bed, shoving your face into your hands, rubbing them down it before resting your chin on your palms.

"I just...got tired of seeing Tony insult you like that. I've watched your expression long enough to know that his words hurt you, and I thought I could get through to him. I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries." You paused as he sat down beside you, scooting over so your knees were touching.

"Loki, I care about you. Hell, I'd do anything to prevent any pain that comes to you. I lo-I like you too much. I'm sorry." You looked up at his face that held no expression, hoping he didn't catch your slip. When he didn't respond for a couple minutes, you diverted your eyes to the ground. You examined a piece of paper you must've dropped. Sighing, you dropped your hands and went to to grab the paper off the ground. An icy hand reached up and grabbed your wrist, causing you to quickly look back to Loki. Meeting his eyes, a ghost of a smile played on his lips as mischief filled his eyes. Narrowing your eyes, you went to pull away as he pulled you towards him, adjusting so he was laying backwards. He pulled you on top of him, smiling up at you.

"I.. appreciate that you love me enough to stand up for me. It's really touching." You felt your cheeks heat up again at his words, frowning at the fact he caught your slip. He noticed the frown and moved a piece of hair behind your ear. You looked him directly in the eye, breath hitching as the gesture got very intimate for you.

"And I would do the same for you. Not because I'm your teammate, but because I can't lose you. For Norns sake, not you. I've lost so many people I care for. I love and care you too much. I can't even put what I feel for you into words, Angel." Loki sighed, closing his eyes as he tried to put together more words for you. He opened his eyes just to watch you, but you quickly brought his lips to yours, hoping the emotions you felt towards him transferred via the kiss. They must've as you felt him smile widely into the kiss, moving his hands to the back of your neck to pull you closer. After several minutes, you had to pull back for air, watching Loki's eyes flutter open. He smiled at you, running his hands through your hair.

"So, I guess the feelings mutual, huh?" You joked, grinning at Loki. Growling, he rolled you over and pinned you, leaning in to capture you into another kiss.

"I guess that also means you're mine" Loki stated as he pulled away from the kiss, voice laced with lust and possession. You laughed at the sudden possessiveness. Loki growled and quickly fucked his head against your throat, nipping your neck gently with his teeth. Breathing in sharply, you entangled your hands in his dark, silky hair.

"I guess so~"

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[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Sour Candy - Bakugou Katsuki

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Rating: 18+ (Smut) Words: 12,276 Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/F!Reader (Aged up, characters are in college) Warnings: Language, smut, Shinsou is kind of a dick, I made Bakugou a fan of LotR alright?

AN: I have been writing this for 84 years. This is my first attempt at Bakugou. Please be gentle lol. Shout out to @unbreakablekiribaku for listening to me talk about this fic since FEBRUARY and @420bakubaby​ for being one of the first people to read this and then scream at me for stopping mid smut for like 2 months. Bakugou’s poor neck lmfao. xoxoxo Masterlist is here Buy me a Kofi?

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You sighed, resting your head on your folded arms at the table. You tuned out the chattering of the girls around you, Ashido and Hagakure giggling at something to your right.

“You okay, Y/N?” Uraraka shot you a concerned look from across the table, causing you to lift your head and gaze at her.

“Yeah, I’m just bored.” And lonely, but she didn’t need to know that. Your eyes fell back to the table in front of you. 

“I think you just miss Shinsou.” Ashido’s tone was teasing and it caused you to roll your eyes a little. She hit the nail on the head, but it wasn’t him that you missed, not really. It was just the companionship. Sure, you had your girlfriends, but it wasn’t the same thing.

“I don’t miss him.”

“Did you break up?” Jirou leaned her face on her palm, raising her eyebrows and looking at you curiously.

You snorted. “We were never together. We just had an...arrangement.”

“He decided to focus on his training,” Ashido explained when you offered no further information. “They’ve decided to just be friends.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Tsu reached out and patted your arm from her place on the other side of the table, beside Uraraka.

You offered her a smile, letting your gaze fall to your lap. You weren’t all that sad about it. There were no real feelings between you and Hitoshi, there never had been. You just had a good time together, letting off a little steam when things became too stressful. You were proud of him for focusing on getting stronger, especially after everything he’d gone through when you were back in UA and how hard he’d worked to get into the hero course, and you didn’t hold his decision against him.

“You need a new distraction!” Hagakure trilled excitedly, breaking you from your thoughts. “We just need to find you a new boy.”

“I don’t need a new boy.” You groaned, leaning back. “I can function without one.” Eyes closed, your lips pulled into a frown. “I don’t want to do the meaningless sex thing again.”

Ashido, who clearly had not been listening, craned her neck to look around the cafeteria where you were having lunch. “What about Kaminari?”

You rolled your eyes. “Ashido, come on. I don’t want-”

“Ooh yeah!” Hagakure continued. “He’s cute, right? Maybe a little pervy, but I bet he’s kinky!”

Jirou gave her a look. “Keep it down! Don’t let him hear you say that! He’d never shut up about it.”

“He’s too easy. All I’d have to do is look at him and he’d cum in his pants.” Your lips curled up into a smirk, shaking your head. Kaminari was cute and you’d been friends for a long time, but you didn’t think the two of you would work out. Plus, you weren’t interested in him like that. 

The table burst into a fit of giggles. Yaoyorozu leaned over from your other side. “You want a challenge then? What about Todoroki?”

All eyes slid to the other side of the cafeteria where Todoroki sat, eating his soba with his chopsticks quietly, while Kirishima and Sero were laughing loudly over his head.

“He’s gorgeous, but he scares me a little bit. Strong and silent types aren’t my thing.” He was a little too...obtuse a lot of the time. Social cues went right over that boy’s head. 

“So gorgeous…” Ashido sighed, slumping across the table. “Okay, what about Kiri? I could put in a good word.”

You decided to let your friends have their fun, playing along. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t know about the secret crush you’d been harboring on a certain boy.

“Shark boy is tempting. I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. Have you seen him without a shirt? And those pointy teeth…” You trailed off, gazing into the distance.

“Eijirou has two quirks; hardening, and respecting women. He would probably be too vanilla for you.” Hagakure was right, of course.

“You never know, though. I’d like to call him Red Daddy Riot at least once.” You said dreamily, earning loud laughter from the girls around you. Kirishima was hot and had a great personality, but in all seriousness, he was just a friend. 

“Midoriya?” Tsu suggested.

Your eyes shot to Uraraka, instantly noticing the blush on her cheeks. “Nah, he’s off-limits.” You were one of the only ones who knew how Uraraka felt about Deku, and you weren’t about to do that to her, so you shut that idea down quickly.

You turned back to the table the guys were occupying, eyes wandering over each of them with feigned interest. 

“I’ve got it!” Ashido was too excited, her loud voice commanding the attention of the room. She sunk back into her seat when a few people turned their heads in your table’s direction. 

All of the girls around you leaned in to hear her better when she beckoned them closer. “Bakugou.” She said conspiratorially, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“Do you think Y/N has a death wish?” Jirou huffed. “Ashido, that wasn’t a serious suggestion, was it?”

Uraraka winced, her pink cheeks getting ever pinker. “If you think Todoroki is scary, he’s nothing compared to Bakugou.”

Tsu, always the observant one, shook her head. “He’s not as mean as he makes himself out to be. He’s like sour candy.”

“Bitter on the outside, sweet on the inside?” Yaoyorozu was grinning, picking up on Tsu’s metaphor.

“If anyone could crack him, it’s you Y/N. You don’t put up with shit.” Ashido pressed on. “You’re strong too, and he’ll respect that. Plus, he’s nicer to you than he is to the rest of us.”

“That doesn’t mean much, cause he’s still kind of a dick to me.” You said. “But…” You glanced over to see Bakugou eating his sashimi with a permanent frown on his face. “If you think I’d let Kiri do whatever he wanted to me, then times that by a million, and that’s what I’d let Bakugou do.”

“I’d let him blow me up.” You could just picture Hagakure slumping over dramatically. “Those washboard abs, his bulging biceps…”

“You okay, Hagakure? Someone get the spray bottle.” Jirou’s eyes were alright with mirth, lips curled into a teasing smile. 

“You think I should try?” You asked the table, your gaze still locked on the ash blonde across the room. 

If you were being honest with yourself, Bakugou was the only boy that you could see yourself with. You’d been intrigued by him since your first year at UA, and had always wondered what it would be like to date him. You had given up on the idea of ever getting him to like you, knowing that getting close enough to him would be a daunting task. He had built walls around himself since day one, putting up an unapproachable front, and you’d always thought it would be impossible. And now, 4 years later, you were all attending the same hero college, and you felt like your chances to win his affections hadn’t gotten any better. 

But, what was the harm in it?

“If anyone can do it, you can,” Tsu confirmed, breaking you from your reverie. 

Ashido squealed, bouncing in her seat. “You two would be so cute!”

You turned to look across the room, catching a glimpse of bright amethyst eyes peering in your direction. Hitoshi smiled at you before turning his attention back to his friends, and you searched your heart for any feelings that you might have missed for him. When you came up with nothing, you knew you’d made your decision.

“Well, Ashido, I guess you better start thinking of ship names. Operation Bang Bakugou is in full effect, starting immediately.” You said finally, smiling at your friends.

They didn’t need to know how you felt about him, anyway. That was your secret motivation. You just hoped this didn’t blow up in your face. 

---

Twenty-four hours later, you had made zero progress. The most you’d gotten was a heated glare from the explosive blonde when he’d caught you staring at him during one of the classes you shared. You were starting to think the whole thing was hopeless, but you couldn’t give up. Your mama didn’t raise no quitter.

You decided this was going to take some time and a lot of research. You started by observing Bakugou’s routine. It was fate that you’d been assigned to the same dormitory, along with the rest of your high school friends, so you would have plenty of opportunities to watch him without being creepy.

He got up insanely early every morning and went for a run, and then showered and ate breakfast. After his last class, he would do his homework and hang out with Kirishima and the rest of his squad before wandering off to bed around 8 pm, like a grandpa. On the weekends he would keep the same morning routine, and then would spend his afternoons in the gym unless someone was able to convince him to break his regimen and actually participate in a group activity, but it was rare and he would be grumpy about it the whole time.

You filed his relationship with Eijirou away for a moment of desperation. You wanted to try to do this all on your own if you could, but it was good to know that you might have an in if you needed it. For now, you were going to try to get Bakugou to talk to you. 

You begrudgingly set your alarm for the ungodly hour of 5 am the night before you put your half-assed idea into motion. When it woke you up out of a nice dream you grumbled, dragging yourself to the bathroom to wash your face and fix your bed head. You dressed in your workout clothes and stumbled downstairs with your running shoes, your phone, and a pair of headphones shoved into the front pocket of your hoodie.

You sat down on the front steps to the dorm, lacing up your shoes and yawning.

“What are you doing here?”

Your head snapped up, eyes locking with Bakugou’s red ones as he stood behind you. You cleared your throat. “Hey, Bakugou. I was just getting ready to go for a run.”

His posture was stiff as always. “You don’t go for runs.”

“Not normally, no. But I think it’ll benefit me. I want to get faster.” You shrugged. “Are you going running too? Maybe we can run together?”

“Tch. You wouldn’t be able to keep up, princess.” He sat down and pulled on his shoes, no longer paying you any attention.

You didn’t want to push him, so you didn’t say anything, moving to the grass and sitting down so you could stretch. The morning was nice, a little chilly, but the breeze felt good and it was quiet. You felt his eyes on you but you ignored him, reaching out to touch your toes, flexing your feet. When you were satisfied, you stood, bending your knee and grabbing your foot to pull it back.

Bakugou was standing in front of you. “Just stay out of my way. I usually run towards the training grounds and then loop back around the dorms. It’s about two miles all the way around.”

You looked over at him, trying not to grin. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

“I’m not doing you any favors, don’t thank me.” He snapped. “Fucking Christ. Just shut up.” 

Your eyes widened as he turned his back to you, reaching into his hoodie for his headphones and shoving them in his ears. He messed with his phone for a second, before turning around and glaring at you.

You followed his lead, shoving an earbud in one ear and turning on your music. When you put your phone away he grunted and started jogging in the direction of the training grounds, and you followed, keeping pace behind him.

It was nice, it felt good to get your blood pumping so early in the morning. The campus was deserted, no one was probably even awake at this hour. Bakugou was quiet, but you didn’t expect him to speak to you, let alone let you run with him, so you didn’t have any complaints. You took this as a win though, because he’d at least acknowledged your existence. 

Your legs were burning about three-fourths of the way through but you pushed on, not wanting to seem weak in front of him. You assumed if you stopped or slowed, he wouldn’t wait for you, and you thought it might hurt your chances of getting to do this with him again. 

Your discomfort must have been apparent, though, because he grunted and looked back at you. “Oi! What’s your problem?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“No you’re fucking not, you’re slowing and you’re not breathing right.” He slowed down a little. “You’re pushing yourself too much.”

Your legs ached, and you felt a stitch forming in your side.“I said I’m fine.” 

“Stubborn fucking-“ He slowed further, back into a light jog. “Your body isn’t used to this. I shouldn’t have let you come with me.”

“You can go without me, Bakugou. I can handle myself.” You grumbled, hating that he was right. 

He rolled his eyes. “I usually start slowing down now anyway.” He reached in his other hoodie pocket and pulled out a water bottle, shoving it at you. “Drink.”

You didn’t even have it in you to argue, taking the bottle from him and unscrewing the cap, drinking slowly from it. You handed it back to him, keeping your gaze set on your shoes. You could practically feel the anger radiating off of him as he jogged beside you. It looked like all you’d managed to do was piss him off further.

When you finally reached the dorms you threw yourself on the grass, your heart thudding hard in your chest and your muscles aching. You closed your eyes, waiting for your breathing to slow, vaguely aware of Bakugou sitting somewhere to your right.

“Hey, dumbass. Don’t forget to stretch.”

You opened one eye to peer over at him. “Mm. I know.” You sat up and sighed before you started stretching, knowing you’d be in pain later regardless.

Bakugou drank from the water bottle, and then tossed it at you, watching as it hit the ground beside you. “We’ll take a shorter path tomorrow and work you up to more.”

You stopped, looking at him with your jaw wide open. “What?”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to give up already, idiot.” He stood up. “I didn’t take you for a quitter.”

“I’m not!” You said quickly. “I just...I don’t want you to fuck up your routine for me.”

“Tch.” He glared at you, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You obviously need the help since you can’t even handle two miles. It pisses me off. So I’m going to make you my personal project.” He turned to walk inside. “Same time tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

You watched him go, your eyes wide. You couldn’t even believe this was happening. “Hey, Bakugou!”

He stopped, not bothering to turn and look at you. “What?”

“Thanks.”

His shoulders tensed. “Whatever.”

You kept your eyes on him as he disappeared into the building, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding when he was out of sight. “Well, fuck.”

—

“So what’s going on with you and Bakugou?” Ashido asked a few weeks later while you were sitting down to lunch again. “Any progress?”

There had been a little progress. Bakugou seemed to enjoy your company. It took you a few days to realize it, but he insulted you less. Like, he still called you an idiot and a dumbass, and occasionally he referred to you as ‘shitty woman’, but it wasn’t the same. It was like there was no anger behind his words.

“They go running together every morning now, didn’t you know that?” Hagakure‘s voice came from your right. If you could see her face you knew she’d be grinning widely.

Jirou gazed at you with her eyebrow cocked. “Interesting. He doesn’t let anyone run with him.”

“He does now.” You mumbled, looking down at your soba. “I kind of forced myself upon him. He’s taken me up as a charity case. But I’m getting better.”

“He’s such a hardass. He probably barks orders at you the whole time. I’m not sure it’d be worth it.” Ashido was concerned for you, and it made you smile. She was a good friend.

“He’s alright.” You glanced over at the boys’ table and caught him looking at you. His neck snapped forward when you caught his eye. “Actually, it’s going pretty well.”

“So when’s the wedding?” Tsu’s tone was light, and you knew she was making fun of you. 

You snorted at her. “Okay, not /that/ well. Not yet at least.”

“Do you guys talk at all?” Yaoyorozu leaned on her elbow and blinked at you.

“I talk, he sort of listens? I don’t know. He doesn’t tell me to shut up, so that’s got to mean something, right?”

The second day you’d run together, you asked him what he was listening to, and he’d shoved one of his earbuds at you in response. It was some heavy metal band, and you understood maybe every three words due to the screaming and growling of the lead singer, but it was fitting for Bakugou. You ran the rest of the time listening to it together, and it was nice and kind of unexpected. The next day you’d given him one of your earbuds and he’d listened to your music choices. You were pretty sure that was the first time you’d heard him genuinely laugh at something, even if it was just because he heard the lyric “Tell the haters to suck my fucking cock”.

“It’s better than him blowing you up or something.” Uraraka mused, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“We’ll see. We’re going to study together later so…”

Ashido gaped at you. “What? He told us he couldn’t help us with the math homework. Kaminari asked him earlier and he said he had plans.” 

“I’m the plans I guess?” You could feel the blush rising on your cheeks. “I’m meeting him in his room after dinner.”

“His room? Y/N, no one has seen his room except for Kirishima! This is big!” Jirou looked absolutely ecstatic for you. 

“Shh! Not so loud!” You felt your face turning even redder. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

“You cracked him, Y/N.” Tsu looked almost proud of you, her smile lighting up her whole face.

“I never thought this would go anywhere! Good luck, Y/N! We’re rooting for you!” Hagakure giggled excitedly, and you felt her grab your arm and shake you.

The rest of the table nodded in agreement, offering you congratulations. 

“Thanks, guys. I’m actually hella nervous.” You turned your attention back to your lunch.

“If how often he keeps looking over here is any indication, you don’t have anything to worry about,” Yaoyorozu elbowed you, a teasing tone in her voice.

You looked over to see him staring at you again. You smiled at him, and he just glared back, but it wasn’t the heated one you were used to. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

—

You were heading back to the dorms after your last class, your bag slung over your shoulder, lost in thought. You wondered what you should wear later, running through possible outfits in your head as you walked. If you dressed up too much Bakugou might get suspicious, and you were trying to keep things casual for now. 

“Hey, kitten.”

Your head snapped up, meeting the sleepy purple gaze of Shinsou as he fell into step beside you. 

“Hey, ‘Toshi. How’s your training going?”

He shrugged, amethyst eyes meeting yours. “It’s alright. I’m running myself ragged. But it’s good. It feels good, you know?”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. You were happy for him. “I’m glad to hear that. You’ve always worked so hard, it’s going to pay off.”

Hitoshi lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck, his trademark move. “Yeah, maybe. How’re things with you?”

“Okay. I’ve been running in the mornings before class. I’m getting faster. I can do almost two miles in about 16 minutes.” 

“Wow. That’s pretty good.” He looked impressed, his hands sliding into his pockets as you walked.

“I’ve got a pretty good teacher.” You said vaguely, not wanting to give him any more information.

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Just, someone in my dorm. It’s not important.” You knew he’d be less than pleased. You didn’t care what he thought, you just wanted to avoid the inevitable badmouthing he was prone to when it came to Bakugou.

You turned your head, looking forward. Bakugou was standing in front of the dorms with Kirishima just ahead of you. He looked up and caught your eye, frowning when he saw Hitoshi walking beside you.

Shinsou followed your gaze. “You’re training with that asshat, aren’t you?” He looked mildly disgusted. “I’m surprised he hasn’t killed you yet.”

“He’s not that bad, you know that. He knows his shit.” Your brows furrowed. This was exactly what you’d been trying to avoid.

“Maybe so, but he’s also a giant douchebag.”

You stopped walking, tired of the conversation already. You knew him well enough to know that this wasn’t just a casual catch up, anyway. “You haven’t spoken to me in like a week, Hitoshi. What do you want?”

Shinsou raised his eyebrows. “Chill out, kitten. I just wanted to say hi. I missed you.” He reached out, his fingers trailing along your cheek. 

You looked over when you heard yelling. Kirishima was calling after Bakugou, the fiery blonde storming away from him and inside the building. What was that about?

You jerked back from Hitoshi’s touch. “Nope. None of that. You’re the one who ended things with us, remember?” 

“So we can't be friends? Wasn’t that the deal?”

Your frustration was apparent in your posture. “It was. But that’s not what you were thinking and we both know it.” You turned, walking backwards towards the building. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

His face pinched. “What’s your problem? Are you fucking him already? You don’t waste a second.”

You felt your anger bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. Turning around, you fixed him with a glare. “No, I’m not. Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Shinsou. Fuck off.”

You spun back towards the dorms, your hands shaking as you stormed past Kirishima and slammed the front door open.

“Y/N, wait!”

You kept walking, ignoring the looks you were getting from the group that was sitting in the common area. You didn’t stop until you reached the elevator, jamming your finger against the button harder than necessary.

The sound of sneakers slapping against the floor had you spinning around. Kirishima was approaching, looking concerned. “Hey, you okay?”

“Fine.” You snapped, turning back to the elevator. “What’s up?”

“Oh! Well, I don’t know, it looked like you were fighting with Shinsou. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

You felt bad for snapping at him. Eijirou was a good friend. “Yeah, sorry. I’m okay. He’s just a dick.”

Kiri chuckled, his sharp teeth on display. “Yeah, he kind of is.”

Changing the subject, you shrugged. “Is Bakugou okay? He looked mad. Like, madder than usual.” The elevator dinged and you entered it, moving aside so he could join you.

He pushed the button for your floor and then his. “Yeah, he’s fine. He’s just…”

“Being Bakugou?”

“Yeah, basically. You get it.” He reached up to touch his bright red spikes, before his gaze settled on your face, bright red eyes glinting conspiratorially. “What’s going on with you two anyway?”

You froze, panicking slightly. Was it that obvious? “What? Nothing.”

“Yeah, that’s what he says too. You can’t fool me though. I know for a fact that I’m the only person he can tolerate on a normal day, and he doesn’t let me go running with him.” He looked at you knowingly, raising an eyebrow.

You felt your cheeks heating up, imagining their color rivaled the hair on his head. “He’s just helping me train.”

Kiri sighed. “Just do me a favor and be nice to him. He’s my best bro.”

The elevator dinged again when it reached your floor. You stepped out and turned back to him. “Nothings going on, Kiri.” You repeated. “We’re just friends.” 

So what if you wanted to be more? Kirishima didn’t need to know that.

“Sure. See you at dinner, Y/N.” He winked as the doors closed and left you standing in the hallway alone. 

—

After dinner, you went to your room to grab your math textbook and your pencil case. You decided to put on your comfy clothes, slipping on your favorite pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt, and throwing your hoodie on over it before you made your way to the elevator.

You stood in front of Bakugou’s door, taking a deep breath before knocking. You didn’t have to wait long, the door flying open moments later. “What do you want?”

You blinked at him, biting your lip. “We were supposed to study, remember?”

He frowned, his eyebrows scrunching together as he stared at you, his arms folded across his chest. “Thought you weren’t coming.” He was waiting for an answer. You raised your eyebrows at him in lieu of a reply, and he sighed, opening the door wider and letting you enter.

His room was neat, with an All Might poster on the wall above his desk. His bed was made, and he had a giant bookcase against the far wall filled with books. It was kind of fitting for him. You didn’t expect anything flashy, it was Bakugou after all.

“Why wouldn’t I come? We made plans.” You questioned him, shuffling over to sit on the bed.

“Tch.” He flopped into his desk chair. “Thought you’d be off with eyebags instead.”

You stared at him, confused. “Shinsou? No.”

“Weren’t you dating him?” He kept his gaze on the book in front of him, his shoulders tense, and fists clenched on the desk.

“No. Not really.” Was he jealous? Was that what that fit was about outside the dorms after class?

He didn’t say anything, and you could feel the tension in the air. If he was feeling jealous from seeing you with Hitoshi earlier, then maybe things were going better than you’d hoped. You knew you had to say something to fix this.

“Bakugou.”

He looked up, glaring at you like he usually did, his eyes filled with something else other than anger. Hurt?

“I’m not dating Shinsou. I’m not interested in him.” Putting your book down beside you, you leaned forward, your elbows on your knees. “We used to mess around but that’s over. We’re just friends.” 

You couldn’t read his expression, but he almost looked relieved for a moment, before turning back to his desk. “You needed help with math?”

You nodded, getting comfortable and pulling out your book, flipping to the page you’d marked off, your notebook folded over to where you’d copied the questions. “I’m terrible at this stuff. My brain just can’t comprehend it.”

“Tch. It’s not that hard, princess.” He got up and sat beside you on the bed. “Gimme that.” He took your pencil and started writing, explaining the problem, and each step.

You were trying to pay attention, but you were kind of in awe of him. Katsuki Bakugou was the whole package; he was smart, strong, good looking. He gave a shit about people even if he was good at hiding it behind insults and a big ego. There was no doubt in your mind that he’d be at the top of your class again, and climbing the ranks to number one hero once you’d graduated.

“Are you even listening?” His rough voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, yes.” You took back the pencil, working on the next problem, following the steps he’d given you. “Like that?”

He hummed. “Maybe you’re not as hopeless as I thought.” He looked kind of proud of you, and it made your heart flutter.

Thinking back to what you’d said to Shinsou earlier about him, you grinned. “I’ve got a good teacher.”

“Damn right you do. Finish the rest of them and I’ll check them over when you’re done.” He got up and moved back over to his desk, slouching down to read over his textbook.

You got to work, flying through the problems faster than you thought possible. Something about the way he’d explained it had clicked in your head, and it suddenly just made sense. 

“Here.” You held out your notebook when you were done. 

Bakugou looked surprised, but took the notebook from you and began checking them over. 

You stood up, walking over to his bookshelf, and looking at his books. A lot of them were manga, some you’d actually read yourself. There were some fantasy novels, like Game of Thrones and Lord Of The Rings, graphic novels like Locke and Key and The Walking Dead. You had a lot more in common with him than you’d originally thought. 

“You just need to fix this one. Make sure you show your work or sensei will mark you down.” 

You turned back to him and smiled. “Thanks, Bakugou.” You took the notebook back and sat back on the bed, working on the problem Bakugou had instructed you to fix. “I didn’t know you liked Lord Of The Rings.” You were formulating a plan, and as usual, it was half-assed. 

He grunted, turning the page in his book. “What about it?”

“You know they’re showing the extended version at the theater next weekend.” You chanced a glance up at him, surprised to see he was watching you.

“And?” 

He was either completely dense or he wanted to make your life harder. You were leaning toward the latter. You bit back a sigh. “So, do you want to go with me?”

“What, like a date?” He huffed, folding his arms over his chest. You tried not the stare at his bulging biceps.

You finished your math problem, shoving your notebook back into the textbook and setting it aside, leaning forward again. “If you want.”

“Hah? You want to go on a date with me?” His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes squinting, like he was trying to figure you out. 

This was going well. Not. “Yeah, I do.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Aren’t guys supposed to ask girls on dates?”

“I mean, that’s kind of sexist, isn’t it? Does it matter who asks who?” Fuck, he was being an ass. You weren’t sure why, but you kept going. “Is that a yes?”

He seemed to be looking everywhere else but at you directly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “No.”

Your face fell, and you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. Determined not to let him see you cry, knowing he’d see it as a weakness, you forced a smile on your face. “Okay. Thanks again for your help, Bakugou.” 

You stood up, grabbing your book and your pencil, shoving it in the case and tucking it under your arm. You turned to the door, your heart aching. You thought you’d finally made some headway with him, but you were apparently wrong. This was an unmitigated disaster, and you couldn’t wait to crawl into your bed and never leave it again.

“Ugh, wait.”

You paused with your hand on the doorknob, turning to look at him. He stood up and walked up behind you, grabbing your arm lightly and pulling you towards him. You nearly dropped your book as your hand pressed against his chest to keep yourself from bumping into him. “What?”

“Go out with me next weekend.” He mumbled, his free hand moving up to push a piece of your hair away from your face. 

You blinked up at him, lost in the intensity of his stare. Suddenly, it clicked. “You just wanted to be the one to ask, didn’t you?”

“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be an idiot.”

“Are you prepared to sit in a dark theater with me for three and a half hours?” You felt lighter, confidence back up to 100 percent. Trying to ignore how close you were pressed against him, you smiled.

He snorted. “If I didn’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t have asked. I don’t do things I don’t want to do.”

He was right, of course. “Yeah, okay. It’s a date.” You leaned up on your toes and kissed his cheek before you lost your nerve. “Goodnight, Bakugou. See you in the morning.”

“Call me Katsuki.” 

Surprised, you just nodded. “Okay. Goodnight, Katsuki.”

You didn’t miss the pink blush on his cheeks when you pulled away, willing yourself not to look back at him as you turned around and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway.

Your night had gone better than you’d expected.

—

The rest of the week seemed to fly by, and the next thing you knew it was Saturday. 

You woke up at your normal 5 am and met Bakugou downstairs to start your run. You sat together on the grass, giggling and kicking his foot when he stretched his leg out beside yours. “What time did you want to leave later?”

He hummed. “The movie starts at 4. Did you want to eat before or after?”

Looking up at him shyly, you blushed. “We’re going for food?”

“Tch, of course. It’s a date, isn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow at you quizzically, looking at you like you were the biggest idiot he’d ever met. 

“Dinner and a movie? You’re really going all out, aren’t you, Katsuki?” Your heart swelled. You never imagined you’d get to this point with him.

He got to his feet, standing in front of you and folding his arms across his chest. “Keep it up and we won’t go at all.”

You squeaked. “I’m sorry!” You held out your arms and smiled when he grabbed your hands and pulled you up to stand. “After is good.” 

He nodded, rolling his neck. “Fine.”

You started running, trying not to smile when you noticed that he was letting you run beside him instead of making sure he was ahead of you. There were small things that had changed between the two of you since you’d decided to put some effort into building a relationship with him, and it made your heart flutter.

“Are you excited about tonight?” You wondered if he was nervous. Did Bakugou even get nervous?

He half shrugged. “I guess.” You didn’t say anything and he seemed to realize his answer was too short. “I didn’t get to see the extended edition in the theater so I’m looking forward to that.”

“Yeah, me too.” You had missed out on it too. Feeling a little bold, you continued. “Plus, it’ll be great to hang out with you.”

“You hang out with me every day.” He pointed out gruffly, shaking his head.

He had a point, and you felt like you probably sounded like a loser. No turning back now. “Yeah, I know. But this is different.”

He was silent for a moment, and you looked back over at him to see him deep in thought. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting at his bottom lip. “Why do you like me?” He asked suddenly, and you almost tripped over your own feet in surprise.

“What?” You managed to keep yourself upright, keeping up with his pace. He was blushing slightly, and it was probably the single most adorable thing you’d ever seen.

He kept his eyes forward. “Shitty hair says I’m scary. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with, but you still want to go out with me, so I was just trying to figure it out.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not scary. People just don’t know how to approach you.” He scoffed and you continued. “I like you because you’re not a pushover. You don’t take anyone’s shit, you’re smart as hell. You’re going to be a great hero someday, Katsuki.”

“Ugh, shut up, you’re being sappy.” You saw the corner of his mouth twitch like he was trying not to smile.

“You asked! I’m just being honest.” You felt proud that you were able to get that reaction from him. “You know, I didn’t think you’d ever want to go out with me.”

His head snapped to the side, a scowl on his face. “Why wouldn’t I? You must be an idiot.”

“Hey!” You laughed. “Be nice to me.”

“I am being nice. I’m always nice to you, princess.” 

You didn’t comment on how the nickname he’d given you since day one made heat race pleasantly through your veins.

“Your definition of nice is slightly skewed, but I’ll accept it, I guess.” You didn’t want to push him too much, but you were curious. “Why does that make me an idiot, though? You never acted as you would ever date anyone, so I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance.”

The two of you rounded the path by the training grounds and started heading back towards the dorms. “I didn’t expect to…” He trailed off. “Look, being the number one hero is my top fucking priority. I didn’t even want to make friends and then Shitty hair happened.”

You nodded. Kirishima was a ball of sunshine that no one could avoid. He just had this way about him.

“You’re the only one out of all those extras that ever had a chance, okay?” He snapped his mouth shut, scowling, and you decided to let him be. The last thing you wanted to do was piss him off.

“Okay.” 

---

You finished your run, stretching and then heading back inside. You promised Bakugou you’d meet up with him around 2:30 so you had plenty of time to get to the theater.

After breakfast, you disappeared to your room for a while to knock out some dreaded weekend homework. Around noon you stood and stretched, deciding to take a shower and get ready for your date. You decided to wear a pair of black skinny jeans and booties with a cute top. Bakugou had mentioned wanting to take you out for ramen after, so you decided to keep your outfit casual but put together.

You met him in the common area a little after 2, ignoring the knowing grins on your friend’s faces as you left the dorm together, Bakugou’s hands shoved in his pockets, your hand looped through his arm.

You were walking down the main path in companionable silence, heading towards the road so Bakugou could call you an Uber to take you to the movies. Someone called out to you and you turned your head, your stomach dropping when you saw Shinsou making his way over. You glanced at Bakugou from the corner of your eye, noticing his tense posture and the frown on his face.

“What is it, Hitoshi? We were just leaving campus.” Your tone was clipped, not wanting to drag this out, since Bakugou was giving him a murderous glare. 

He lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck as usual. “Sorry, Y/N, I just wanted to apologize for what I said the other day. It was kind of shitty of me.”

You let go of Bakugou, crossing your arms across your chest. “Yeah, I’ll say.” You weren’t about to forgive him, not wanting him to walk all over you. “Was that it?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Are you not going to forgive me?”

Bakugou decided to speak up beside you. “Obviously she isn’t, eyebags. Are you done? We have somewhere to be.”

“Hey, I wasn’t talking to you, Bakugou.” Hitoshi snapped. 

You watched as Katsuki lifted his right hand, his palm popping and sparking from his quirk. “Like I give a fuck? Fuck you, bastard!”

You grabbed his left arm. “Katsuki, don’t. He’s not worth it.” You looked back to Shinsou. “I’m not talking to you about this right now. We have to go.”

Hitoshi sneered. “Whatever, guess I was right, huh?” He turned around and started to walk away, turning his head to the side to throw a final insult over his shoulder. “Enjoy my sloppy seconds, Bakugou.”

It took an enormous amount of strength on your part to hold Bakugou back from running after the purple-haired boy. “I’ll fucking kill you, you fucking extra! Don’t fucking talk about her like that-”

“Katsuki, come on! It’s fine!” You tugged on his arm. “Let’s go.”

“It’s not fine!” He spat, but he let you pull him away, growling and snarling like a rabid dog. 

You kept a firm grip on his arm until he stopped looking back toward the other boy and you were a safe distance away from the school. He busied himself with pulling out his phone to call your ride, but you saw he was still seething quietly as he did so.

He shoved his phone in his pocket when you got to the road, moving to the side of the campus entrance and leaning against the wall. “What was he apologizing for?”

You looked away from him, knowing if you didn’t tell him he’d be preoccupied with it all night. You didn’t want to ruin the date but you knew how much he appreciated honesty, so you told him. “He insinuated that I was fucking you, and he basically called me a slut for moving on from him so quickly.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, and you were afraid to meet his eyes. You were startled when he grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “He’s a piece of shit, and I will gladly end his life if you want me to.” His red eyes were blazing, and you knew he was fully ready to make good on his threat if you said the word. 

You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips. “I appreciate that, but it’s okay.” Your heart was in your throat, and you felt your eyes watering. You knew Hitoshi was just being a jealous prick, but it still hurt your feelings.

“Fuck him. Don’t let him get to you.”

“I know, I won’t.” Somehow, Bakugou’s words made you feel better. “Can we just forget about him? I don’t want that to ruin our night. We have a date with some hobbits.”

He snorted. “Yeah, okay.” If he noticed your tears, he didn’t say anything. The Uber pulled up behind you and he pushed off the wall, his hand still gripping yours. “Come on, princess.”

—

It was nearly 9:30 by the time you got back to the dorms. You walked up the path from the road with Bakugou’s arm around your waist, your body pressed into his side while you walked.

You’d had a really good time despite the rocky start to your evening, thanks to Shinsou. But Katsuki had let it go, and you appreciated that he hadn’t let the purple-haired boy ruin your night. 

The movie had been great, and you’d been surprised when Bakugou had lifted the armrest between your seats and dragged you closer to him, letting you lean against him with his arm around your shoulder as you shared popcorn. You’d been half distracted by his warm palm against your arm, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin through the whole film.

You welcomed this new development, the feeling of his hand on your skin was comforting. It was a distinct contrast from his normal personality, and it made you soft for him. You never thought you’d see this side of him, and you were not complaining. 

After the movie, he’d taken you out for ramen as promised, and you’d giggled at him when he ordered his extra spicy, and he teased you when you got yours without any spice. You got to know more about each other, quietly swooning over the smirk on his face when he made you laugh.

Now you were back at school and dreading the moment you had to say good night. You didn’t want it to end.

“Do you...want to come back to my room?” His cheeks were dusted pink, and he almost looked shy. “I don’t want to go to bed yet.”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” You teased.

He growled. “Shut up, dumbass. Nevermind then.”

“No! No, I’m sorry, I was just kidding. I want to. I was just thinking about how I didn’t want the night to be over.” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Me either.” His voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.

“What did you want to do?” You had a few ideas, and none of them were SFW.

He just grinned, holding the door open for you when you reached the dorm building. You walked into the common room, the both of you stopping to kick off your shoes. You looked up as everyone sitting on the couch turned their attention to the both of you.

Before they could start bombarding you with questions, Bakugou grabbed your hand. “Come on.” He started pulling you towards the elevators, ignoring Ashido yelling and whining from her spot on the couch.

“Sorry guys! We’ll talk later!” You called over your shoulder, nearly falling over when Bakugou tugged on your arm and pulled you into the open elevator. 

You braced yourself on his shoulders, looking up at him slowly as the door behind you closed. Your heart was jackhammering in your chest at your close proximity, and the warmth of his hands on your waist as he held you close made you dizzy. You licked your lips subconsciously, the nerves that had been simmering inside you nearly boiling over as you wondered if he was going to kiss you.

His cheeks were ruddy as he gazed at you, his fingers flexing against your hips. The dinging of the elevator reaching his floor ruined the moment, and he was pulling away from you too soon, clearing his throat. His fingers intertwined with yours again as you followed him out into the hallway, hoping that you could get back to what you were doing once you were in the safety of his bedroom.

When the door clicked shut behind him, you watched him fidget around the room, pulling his desk chair near the bed and opening up his laptop, sitting it on the seat. He sat on the edge of the mattress and looked up at you. “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come over here?”

You moved over, sitting beside him, watching as he pressed the play button on some animated movie. “Is this Studio Ghibli?”

He grunted. “Background noise.” 

You blushed when you realized he didn’t plan on actually watching it. You met his eyes, feeling a chill roll down your spine when he smirked at you. The mood had shifted so suddenly, and it felt like he was less of the soft and hesitant boy at the movies, and more like the Bakugou you knew.

You weren’t complaining.

“Now, where were we?” His hands moved to your waist, tugging you forward. You rearranged your legs to straddle his lap, your back facing his laptop, your arms hanging over his shoulders.

You felt his warm breath, his nose trailing along your jaw. “Katsuki…”

“Hah?” He asked, his grip on your hips tightening. “Were you going to let me kiss you in the elevator?”

You hummed, nodding. The anticipation was killing you, and it was apparent that he could tell. You let your eyes flutter shut, licking your lips, waiting for him to do something.

You heard him chuckle, your hips rocking slightly against his lap causing the sound to be cut short as he sucked in a breath. “Impatient, huh princess?”

His usual nickname for you sent a shiver through you. “Katsuki, please.”

“Fuck, don’t beg. You don’t know what that does to me.” His lips were on yours before you could reply, needy and insistent. 

Kissing Bakugou was just what you’d always imagined it would be. He didn’t do anything half-assed, so you weren’t surprised by the passion behind it. Being this close to him was exhilarating. You could smell the faint scent of caramel on him when you breathed in, tilting your head slightly as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. Your lips parted and he groaned, licking into your mouth as your hips rolled down against him again.

He pulled away, the two of you breathless. He didn’t go far, his lips trailing down your jaw and to your neck, nipping lightly as he went. You sighed when his hands moved from your hips, fingers drifting under the hem of your shirt and trailing lightly up your sides. You let your hands move to his hair, nails scratching lightly along his scalp and tugging at his soft locks as his teeth worried at the place where your neck and shoulder met. 

When he was satisfied with the blooming bruise on your skin, he pulled away to look you in the eye. Vermillion met Y/E/C with his usual serious expression. “I want you to know that I’m not just fucking around with you, you got that?”

Your eyes widened. “I-”

“No, listen to me, idiot. I don’t give a fuck about eyebags and his bullshit. I don’t want you to think I think like that bastard, understand?” His brows were furrowed and his voice was rough in a way that usually made your thighs clench. 

You ran your fingers through his hair again, pressing a little closer on his lap. “I know, Katsuki.”

His eyes fluttered closed and his hands settled on your hips when you scratched along his scalp before they snapped open again. “Good. Because if we do this, I’m not letting you go.” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You assured him. Your heart was pounding and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“If that purple-haired freak even looks at you again, I’m going to rip off his fucking face and feed it to Hound Dog.” His palms slid to settle on your ass, squeezing and pulling you to rock against the hardening bulge in his jeans.

You moaned softly, nodding again. You were so turned on you felt like you were going to come apart, and he’d barely even touched you. You briefly wondered if you had a voice kink, cause just listening to him talk was doing things to you. 

Sensing he was done talking, you leaned back slightly, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up and over your head, tossing the garment somewhere behind you. His eyes were glazed over with lust as he looked down at your bra covered chest. He dipped his head forward, tongue tracing the lace of the cup over the swell of your breast. You reached behind you and undid the clasp, gasping when he grabbed the offending object and pulled it down your arms and threw it aside. 

A blush rose over your body as he gazed at you hungrily, but your embarrassment was short-lived, immediately replaced with pleasure. He left a wet trail of kisses across the top of your breasts, his tongue laving over your nipple, hot breath turning cool as he blew over the hardening bud. You were panting, grinding rhythmically in his lap, seeking friction as he showered your chest with attention, switching to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. 

You pulled him up to kiss you again, hands moving to his back to grasp his t-shirt and tug on it. He got the hint, breaking the kiss to remove his shirt. You let your eyes drift over the absolute work of art that was his body, fingers trailing over his defined shoulders and biceps, and then back up across his collarbone. You leaned over to kiss along his neck, your nails trailing down his pecs and over his nipples, earning a low growl from the ash blonde. 

Strong arms moved around your waist as he picked you up off his lap and moved you over to lay down on the bed. He was hovering over you in a second, his forearms resting by your head as his lips met yours again, kissing and biting on your bottom lip. You keened, arching up into him, your hands in his hair and sliding down to the back of his neck to pull him closer.

His lips trailed away from yours, down your neck and chest, his hands moving as he slid down your body, his fingers deftly popping open the button on your jeans. He settled between your legs on his knees, pulling your skinny jean down your hips and thighs. You lifted your legs to help him, shivering when the cool temperature of the room settled over your bare skin. 

Fingers smoothed their way up your calf, his warm hands slid up the inside of your thighs. Your breath hitched when he spread your legs wider, tracing one finger over your clothed slit. The look in his eyes was positively feral when they met yours. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” 

You sat up in response, hands moving to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. “And you’re wearing too many clothes, Katsuki.” You grinned up at him cheekily, making him chuckle.

He rolled his eyes, shuffling back off the bed to pull his jeans down his legs. Your gaze trailed over muscled thighs covered in light blonde hair, the black boxer briefs that hugged his thin waist, and the noticeable bulge of his cock that had your mouth watering.

He was back on you in a second, pressing you back against the mattress, lips ghosting over your heated skin as he ground his hips against yours. You moaned quietly, committing every touch to memory.

“You don’t know how long I’ve thought about this.” He murmured against your neck. When he pulled back to look down at you, his cheeks were pink with embarrassment at the confession. “Too fucking long.”

“Me too.” You didn’t want to say more, afraid too many words would ruin the moment.

His hand slid down, fingers trailing over the elastic band of your panties, before slipping underneath them. The calloused pads of his digits dipped through your folds, brushing over your clit and making you whine, back arching again. 

“Fuck, you’re wet, princess.” His forehead rested on your shoulder, and you felt him shiver against you. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You didn’t doubt him for a second, your breath hitching when he moved his fingers lower, pressing one into your entrance. The digit curled inside you, and you clenched around it, your body craving more. He thrust in and out a few times, adding a second finger, his teeth sinking into your clavicle when you keened at the feeling. 

You felt like you were on fire, Bakugou’s warm breath ghosting over your skin as his fingers worked you over, his thumb pressing against your clit. You let the fingers of your left hand trail along his back, feeling his muscles ripple underneath your touch. Your right hand let go of the death grip you had on his sheets, crossing over your body to trace your fingers along the elastic band of his briefs, dangerously close to sliding underneath. 

Lifting his face from your neck, he licked his lips and removed his hand from your panties. You whined at the loss, pussy clenching around nothing. You pouted up at him, watching as he positioned himself between your thighs again, tugging your panties down and off. Warm palms slid up the outside of your legs, gripping your ass and lifting your lower half off the bed.

He leaned forward, kissing up the soft skin of your inner thigh, teeth nibbling as he went. Your breathing was shallow, anticipation crawling through you, and you shut your eyes, waiting for what you knew was coming next. 

His tongue licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned, body arching from the bed. He hummed as he repeated the motion, the lewd sounds of slurping filling the room, nearly drowning out your gasps and the sound of the movie still playing on his laptop beside you. He kept you lifted up with one hand, the other snaking between your legs, his fingers finding their home inside you as he sucked on your bundle of nerves.

“Katsuki, fuck.” Panting, your hand moving to rest on the back of his head, your hips rolling into his face as you climbed higher and higher towards your impending release. You felt him smile against you, two fingers leaving you, replaced by three. He expertly scissored them, stretching you out, your body sucking him in deeper as you gushed around his digits. 

“Gonna cum for me?” He peered up at you from between your legs. His voice was wrecked already, your eyes rolling back at the sound. You managed to nod meekly, tugging on his hair and trying to get him back to where you needed him most.

He complied, sucking on your clit hard, pushing you over the edge. You cried out, body shaking in his hold and stars exploding behind your eyelids, his tongue flicking over you again and again, helping you ride out your orgasm.

When you’d calmed, he pulled back, kissing your inner thighs again, waiting for you to catch your breath. He lowered you back down slowly, rubbing his hands up and down your legs. You opened your eyes, grinning up at him lazily.

“You good?” His arm came up to wipe the wetness from his mouth and chin, a smirk on his lips when you nodded.

You cleared your throat. “So good.” You sat up on your elbows, watching him stand again and shove his briefs down his legs. Your eyes widened slightly at his size, appreciating his body quietly. He was an adonis, and you wanted to trace over every inch of his body with your fingers and tongue. 

He didn’t give you a chance, crawling back towards you. You spread your legs wider to accommodate him. “Do I need to grab a condom?”

“I’m on the pill.” You appreciated him asking, most guys would have just gone for it, thinking that this type of conversation was a mood killer. “Don’t worry.”

“Oh, thank god.” Palms flat against the pillow beside your head, he bent forward and kissed you. You could still taste yourself on his lips, your hand cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. You were practically vibrating, needing more of him, knowing you’d probably never get enough.

Leaning his weight on one hand, he sat back and used the other to guide himself to your entrance. Your hips rocked up toward him, impatient to feel him filling you up once more. He slid inside you slowly, letting your body get acclimated to his size. He was huge, but the stretch was delicious, burning pain giving way to pleasure as he pushed himself deeper.

Your nails dug into his shoulders when he settled over you again, your breathing ragged as you closed your eyes. He was petting your hair soothingly, moving slowly, his lips trailing along your jaw. When he bottomed out inside of you he paused, and you knew he was waiting for you.

Taking a deep breath, you wiggled your hips, clenching around him. He made a punched out noise when you did, his hand rubbing along your side freezing. He was being so patient with you, but you were ready. “Suki, move. Please.”

With one hand on your hip for leverage, he pulled back, thrusting forward in one fluid motion until he was filling you again, his pace slow and steady. Every time his hips met yours you mewled, overwhelmed with the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you. He was muttering curses against your lips, his hand in your hair, thumb pressed against the side of your neck. 

The scent of burnt sugar wafted over you, and you readjusted your legs higher around his waist, the new angle causing him to grunt. He felt so good, so warm, your body was alight and you were desperate for more.

Your moans and mumbled pleas of faster and harder were answered with a smirk, the boy between your thighs raising himself up to his knees and lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder. Large hands held your hips firmly in place as he slammed himself inside, tip kissing your cervix as you arched up in pleasure. He picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping skin filling your ears as you bit down on your bottom lip, focusing on the feeling of him filling you up just like you’d always wanted.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so tight.” He turned his head to kiss your calf, and you couldn’t help but purr at how attractive he looked in that moment, skin shining with perspiration as he fucked into you. “Taking my cock so well.”

“Katsuki, shit, you feel so good.” Your hands slid over your own body, fingers tweaking at your nipples. He was watching you intently, his tongue darting out to lick along his plush pink lips. He adjusted your leg, pushing it up and toward you so he could lean down and press his lips to yours. You breath mingled when he pulled back to brush his nose against yours. “Hey, let me ride you.”

He stopped moving, lips curling into a smirk. “Hah? You want to be on top, princess?”

Humming, you moved your leg back to the bed, leaning up on your elbows. He slid out of you, moving to lay beside you. You willed your body to move, your legs shaking as you threw one over him and hoisted yourself up to straddle his hips. Wasting no time, you gripped his cock, lifting onto your knees and lining him up, sliding down on his length. His hands gripped your hips, your palms resting on his abs as you rocked forward. You moaned in tandem, doing your best to rut against him, alternating with lifting yourself slightly and rocking, dragging your nails from his stomach and up his chest, leaving red lines across his tanned skin.

Katsuki threw his head back, eyes closed, his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked so pretty like this, his skin flushed and chest heaving, hair mussed from your hands running through it. You leaned forward, dragging your lips along his sharp jaw, breathing in the scent of caramel. Briefly, you wondered how angry he would be if you left a mark on his neck where everyone else could see it.

He chose that moment to tighten his hands around your hips, holding you steady as he bucked up into you, forcing you to sit up, your back arching in pleasure. The muscles in your legs burned from exertion, but you kept moving, bouncing on his cock and clenching around him. You knew you’d be sore the next day but felt too good to stop.

One of his hands moved from your hip, fingers trailing across your skin to dip between your thighs, one calloused finger pressing against your clit. Gasping, you moaned his name lowly, your head falling back as you felt your body preparing to throw you over the edge again. “Oh fuck, I’m close.” Voice trembling, you held your breath, letting your eyes close.

He sat up suddenly, his fingers moving faster, his chest pressed against yours. Your hands traveled up and over his shoulders, fingers carding through his soft hair as he pressed kisses to your collarbones. His breath was warm as he spoke, his rough voice as he whispered into your ear, coaxing you over the edge.

You clenched around him, eyes rolling back as you came, his hands gasping your hips as he slammed up into you, chasing his high. Your toes curled as you rode out your orgasm, nails digging into the pale flesh of his back as you tried to keep yourself tethered to him, feeling as though you might float away, his name shuddering from your parted lips.

Groaning lowly in your ear, he came right after, hips stuttering, his head falling to press against your shoulder. Your heart was slamming in your ribcage, breathing labored and skin sticky with sweat, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Bakugou’s hands were rubbing your back absently, his lips pressing kisses against your neck. 

Lying back with you still in his arms, you giggled quietly, moving yourself off to lie beside him, thighs aching and sticky with the mixture of your release. You watched him, studying the flush on his cheeks, the tiny freckles dotted across his nose that you’d never noticed before, never getting the chance to be close enough to see them. 

His tongue peeked out to wet his lips as he brought his hand up to push a piece of unruly hair away from your face. “You okay?”

You hummed, nodding. “Better than okay.” Your eyes fluttered shut as his thumb brushed over your cheek, fingers tucked in the hair behind your ear as he pulled you towards him to kiss your lips.

“Stay here tonight?” His voice was raspy when he asked, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He looked so soft and vulnerable at that moment, almost like he was afraid you would say no.

Katsuki Bakugou was never timid or quiet or afraid of anything. You worried for a moment you might have broken him. Too tired to move or tease him, you smiled. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere, Katsuki.”

---

Lunch was, once again, a rowdy affair. The girls sat around you, as usual, chattering and laughing. Everything was normal. Everything except for the fact that Ashido was staring you down, her elbow on the table, hand propping up her head.

You looked up from the math homework you were desperately trying to finish, meeting her eyes. “Is there something on my face, Ashido?”

“No, I’m just trying to figure it out.” She replied, looking at you incredulously. 

Puzzled, you frowned. “Figure what out?”

“How you did it.”

Before you could ask her what she meant by that, you felt a warm palm on your shoulder, and you turned to look into the ruby eyes of your boyfriend. He was holding out a bento box to you, his mouth in a tight line.

“Oh, thanks, Katsu. You didn’t have to.” You smiled up at him, taking the food from his outstretched hand.

“Don’t skip lunch, idiot. Eat it.” One of his eyebrows raised, as if daring you to challenge him.

You were hungry, so you didn’t, just nodding at him. He grunted and ruffled your hair before turning and walking towards his regular table, plopping down next to Kirishima and opening his own bento.

Moving your homework aside, you pulled the chopsticks off the top where he’d taped them to the lid and opened it, smiling down at the homemade meal. 

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Ashido cried, and you looked up to see her wide-eyed, pointing at your food. “Since when does Bakugou do anything remotely like that for anyone?”

Hagakure squealed. “It’s so cute! Did he make it himself?”

Nodding, you shoveled some rice into your mouth. He was such a good cook, everything he made was always delicious, and it was definitely a perk of dating him. 

“Well, Ashido, when you’re dating someone, it’s not uncommon for them to bring you gifts.” Jirou chuckled, elbowing her friend. “They’ve been together for a few weeks now.”

“She called him Katsu…” Ashido continued. “Anyone else would have gotten a Howitzer to the face!”

Furrowing your brows, you blinked at her. “He’s my boyfriend, Ashido.”

Throwing her head back, she groaned. “I know I’m just saying, it’s so weird to see him acting so...domestic. I’m just wondering if you have like...a magic pussy or something.”

The entire table grew silent, the group of you staring at her in disbelief. 

“What did I just walk into?” A deep voice questioned behind you.

Turning in your seat, you saw Shinsou standing there, his hands in his pockets and his eyebrows raised. “Shinsou…”

“Can we talk for a second?” He looked nervous, and a little guilty. You cleared your throat, nodding as you stood up.

You could feel eyes on you from across the room, so you turned and looked over at Katsuki. He was standing up at his place at the table, brow furrowed and fists clenched at his sides. Kirishima was looking from him to you worriedly, his hand on your boyfriend’s forearm. Locking eyes with Katsuki, you smiled at him, shaking your head, mouthing at him that it was okay.

He didn’t look happy, but you watched as he sat back down, his glare trained on the purple-haired boy waiting to speak with you. You led Shinsou over to lean on the wall away from everyone, glancing up at him and waiting for him to speak.

“Look, Y/N, I just wanted to apologize to you again. I know my last attempt was kind of negated by what I said to Bakugou afterward and I feel like an asshole. You didn’t deserve that.” He slumped against the wall and sighed. “You and I were always friends before any of that other stuff, and I don’t want to lose that.”

You blinked up at him, biting your lip in thought. He was right, you had always been great friends, even before you started sleeping together. You knew he hadn’t meant what he said, but it still hurt you, and you didn’t know how to go back to the way it had been before. “I don’t know, Hitoshi.”

His brows furrowed when you used his real name. “Hey, listen. I’ll do whatever it takes. You just...take all the time you need. I’ll be here when you’re ready, okay?”

“I appreciate you apologizing, though. I accept it, I’m just not sure what to do from here. Our relationship has always been a little unconventional, and I’ve got Bakugou now…” Your gaze cut over to your boyfriend, his eyes still glued to Shinsou, a scowl on his face.

“I’m surprised he didn’t leap over the table and attack me when I came up to you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s kind of...feral.”

Snorting, you shook your head. “He trusts me. He’s not a bad guy, I tried to tell you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later then, Kitten. You know my number.” He smiled at you, bumping his shoulder against yours before walking away. 

Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you walked back over to your table and sat down, picking up your chopsticks again.

“Man, who is that pod person sitting there pretending to be Bakugou?” Ashido continued her rant from earlier, Shinsou’s visit and Bakugou’s subdued reaction adding more ammunition to her argument. “Normally he would have shoved his foot in Todoroki’s cold soba trying to get his hands on Shinsou.”

Shrugging, you glanced up at her, and then over to Katsuki, who was eating his rice moodily, his forehead creased. “He knows I can take care of myself.” 

“I swear to god,” Ashido sighed. “Aliens.”

She decided to leave it at that, the rest of your table giggling at her. You knew she was right though, Katsuki normally would have made good on his promise to rip off Hitoshi’s face. You had spoken to him about it a few nights before, however, and he respected your wish to handle it yourself. Even if he did grumble about it afterward.

When you’d finished your lunch, you packed up the bento in your bag along with the math homework you were never going to finish and stood up. Saying goodbye to your friends, you walked over to the boy’s table, leaning on the end of it. “Gentlemen.”

Todoroki nodded at you over his soba, slurping up the noodles on his chopsticks.

“Y/N, baby, how are you?” Kaminari asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, smiling when you saw him jolt, hissing in pain, and slumping over. “Bakubro, that was my shin!”

“Serves you right,” Your explosive blonde grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “Show some respect, dunce face.”

“Yeah, you can’t hit on her anymore, dude.” Sero pointed out before he turned back to you and smiled. “Hi, Y/N.”

Kirishima grinned at you. “Bakugou, that’s so manly. Defending your girl’s honor.”

“Tch.” Katsuki stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and ignoring his friends. He turned his attention to you. “Did you finish your math?”

Smiling sheepishly, you grabbed his hand. “Nope. Come help me?”

He let out an exasperated sigh, his arm sliding around your waist as you walked together. “Maybe.” Smirking down at you, his fingers squeezed your hip. “What’s in it for me?” 

“My endless love and affection?” You pouted, batting your lashes up at him.

He shook his head. “I have that anyways, don’t I, Princess?”

You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. 

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Hi, it's from spicy reader again. If you don't mind, i'll request Gojo get body fat stomach after christmas, then reader knows it and tease him how cute he is with his belly and cubby cheeks. But Gojo doesn't like it, and asks reader to accompany him workout. The point is i want the workout session to be romantic, such as kissing while doing sit up oe whatever in your mind. Many thanks and loves🤗

Why hello spicy reader we meet again lol I thought your request would be perfect since I haven't been writing headcanons lately and it fits in with the holiday mood. I hope you have had a wonderful christmas and happy new year in advance 💙

During the festive season, Gojo will indulge in all kinds of festive sweets, they come only once a year so of course he's going all out.

He literally bought a whole Christmas cake just to eat it himself. You just stared blankly, wondering if his life assurance could cover the costs of having diabetes.

Your whole fridge will be filled with Christmas themed desserts and you don't have to worry about them expiring because Gojo does not forget to eat them.

Of course, the Gojo Satoru a man who is almost God like is only human. As Newton's third law states "for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." Meaning Gojo ends up gaining weight.

How you wonder? Well, even though he goes on multiple missions he barely has to a move a finger and the curse is already exorcised. Special grades curses are rare and even then he just does the bare minimum.

One morning, when he was changing. "Satoru, is it me or are you you're fatter now?" It was an innocent question but it completely blew his mind. He literally had to pinch his cheeks, his stomach and stare at the mirror excessively but the ugly truth was revealed when he weighed himself.

He internally panics and it doesn't help that you keep poking or squeezing his cheeks or hug him from behind just to pinch his belly fat. Especially, the teasing "looks like we've gotta order you a new uniform size～" The guy has an ego was bigger than the Tokyo Tower you weren't gonna pass up the chance to tease him.

He finally had enough and decides to work out and him telling you to accompany him. It would range from morning jogs, in which he begrudgingly does. As well as 200 pushups in the living room with you on his back-maybe 200 is too easy for him.

You motivate him with encouraging words and participating in the work out as well. You would even offer promises of kisses if he finishes a certain exercise. Just imagine you laying beneath him, while he does push ups every time he pushes himself down he's met with your lips.

When going on jogs he'll even offer to carry you on his back while he runs around the neighborhood a couple of times.

Oh you know those couple yoga poses, he'll definitely wanna try that. It starts off badly as you both couldn't stop laughing but afterwards you both could replicate the pose perfectly.

Normal exercise aren't enough so he even offers to spar with you. "Rejoice, you get to train with the strongest shaman ever!"

You both continue this routine until Gojo feels confident in himself again. Not to mention the exercise was beneficial to you too.

Taglist: @the-fandoms-georgie @crapimahuman

[horansqueen]

one shot request: y/n is watching Niall working out and seeing him all sweaty really turns her on and he helps her out after his workout (based on workout Niall 🥵)

okay so, 2.5k. im supposed to be sleeping because i work tomorrow. but i just had to post this first. i hope you guys enjoy! SMUT. the usual warnings i guess? so i added the pics or Niall and a few gifs because visuals are always good. so here it is. let me know what you think!

I've always loved summer days, and that feeling had really increased this year. I always had the habit to get on the terrace to sunbathe or read a book (or both) but this summer, my boyfriend had started working out right next to me. He said he wanted to enjoy the sun, and that it was more motivating, but one night, when he was very drunk, he had admitted that not only did enjoy spending more time with me, but he also liked the way I was looking at him when he worked out. It surprised me slightly since I thought I was clever and subtle about it but I couldn't deny that I enjoyed watching him work out next to me.

I thought we would be used to each other after over a year of dating and spending all that time together but it seemed like I would never get enough of him. Mentally and physically. He didn't need to work out, he was already perfect the way he was, but there was something sexy in watching him sweat, and that something couldn't be compared to anything, except maybe when he'd sweat and groan while being on top of me. The thought made my eyes flutter behind my sunglasses and I turned my head slowly and slightly to look at him. I couldn't do much since he was zooming with his coach but I just enjoyed the view, not able to focus more than two seconds on the book I was reading.

When he finally stopped, he got up and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off is forehead and looked back at my book, pretending to read. I felt his body move closer to mine and suddenly, my sun was blocked by his shadow, making me move my sunglasses up on my head to look at him.

"Can I help you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, as I saw a smirk draw itself on his lips.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." he replied, the left corner of his lips raising up slightly more. "I could feel your eyes on me the whole time I was working out." he added, crossing his arms on his chest.

My eyes wandered on one of his arms for half a second before moving back to his face. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I just said with a shrug.

"You're a good actress Y/N, but you can't fool me." he added with a chuckle. "Besides, you've been reading for over an hour and you haven't flipped a page."

This time, I grimaced and he laughed some more, taking a step back and taking his towel again to place it around his neck. Slowly, I got up and tilted my head to stare at him.

"It's just because I was lost in my thoughts."

"Lost on my chest, you mean, but it's okay, you can look all you want." he let out, half-joking, raising his eyebrows and sending me a cocky smile.

"Oh you're hot alright." I admitted, taking a step closer. "But can you really please a girl? That's the real question, Horan."

He placed both of his hands on the sides of the door frame and I held my breath, my eyes immediately moving to his armpits. Why was this so fucking hot? Why did this sight totally turn me on?

"I'd be offended that you ask... if you didn't scream my name and shake in my arms every single time I fuck you."

My eyebrows raised and my lips parted at how bold he was but I couldn't really deny his words and I just licked my lips, moving again his way. The closer I was getting the more his smile was growing and when I was so close that I could feel his body heat hitting my skin, I inhaled deeply, staring into his eyes. Was it wrong to enjoy his post-workout smell and the sight of sweat falling on his forehead?

"I can bet you anything you want that I can keep quiet the whole time you fuck me."

He chuckled and shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine, and his hands gripped the door frame more. "Bullshit." he replied, clearly teasing me. "You start whimpering as soon as my hands get on you. It only takes a fingertip and those beautiful eyes of yours just close while your lips part. And the way you moan petal, that's totally worth it."

He was right, and I knew it, but it was a challenge I was ready to try. "What do you want to bet?" I proposed, tilting my chin up and licking my lips.

He glanced at my mouth and when he looked back in my eyes, his smirk was even bigger. "How about if you lose, I get to fuck that pretty dirty mouth of yours whenever I want for the next week?"

'Whenever I want', for Niall, literally meant 'whenever I want'. It could be three times in an hour, or randomly while driving to the grocery. Sometimes, I would even wake up in the middle of the night with the tip of his dick between my lips. He knew what 'owning' was all about and he enjoyed it. I did too, and he was well aware of it.

"And if I win?"

He bent down more and his lips were almost touching mine but I didn't budge. My heart was beating so hard in my chest though that I was wondering if he could hear it.

"If you win, I'll spend two hours between your legs every day for a week."

"With your mouth?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Mouth, tongue, lips, nose, my whole face if you want."

"Oh, I want." I admitted with a small smile, bringing one of my hands up and brushing my thumb on his bottom lip. "Very very bad."

"It's a deal, then." he whispered. "And we're starting now."

Without giving me a chance to protest, he crashed his mouth on mine and I had to stop myself from whimpering as my heart jumped in my chest. He tasted so good and when he pushed his tongue in my mouth, I shut my eyes tight. Quickly, he turned us around and walked my way, making sure I'd step back inside as his hands found my waist. I broke our kiss and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head quickly and throwing it away. I didn't know if going faster was going to make it easier for me, but the thought of him eating me out for two hours while I came over and over on his face was strong enough to make me want and try to win this bet.

"You're so impatient and you think you can actually win this, pet?" he chuckled low. "This is impossible for you, I know you too well. I know exactly what to do to make your heart race, your pussy throb, and your body shake."

I knew it was true but I simply let my lips run on his neck, ignoring his words. His skin tasted salty due to the sweat and somehow, that turned me on even more. I swallowed the moan that threatened to escape and felt his hand slip under my shirt.

"Like when I play with your tits, and run my thumbs on your nipples." he continued, doing exactly what he was saying and making my eyes flutter. "I'm impressed, petal. Didn't think you could keep quiet with that. Now let's try something else."

He took a small step back and worked on my pants, unzipping them and pulling on them. I held my breath and looked down at him as he got on his knees and helped him take my pants off before he threw them farther. The left corner of his lips raised again and slowly, he moved closer to me, his gaze still stuck to mine. I held my breath when his lip pressed against my panties but it didn't take long until he pulled them on the side to run his tongue on my slit. I immediately reached for his hair and let my eyes roll back as my head fell on my shoulders. What exactly did I get myself into? Niall knew me by heart. I was definitely going to lose.

He slipped his tongue inside me and I pressed my lips together as one of my hands reached for his hair, pulling on it hard and pressing his face more in my pussy. I knew it was going to be even harder to keep my moans in but I couldn't resist. I started grinding on his face and when he moaned against my pussy, I started feeling dizzy.

"You can't do that." I pointed out in a whisper, making him laugh.

He got up and I blinked a few times as my vision was getting clearer. He was close to me and my eyes dropped to his glistening lips. "I can do what I want. I'm not the one who can't make any noise, you are."

Suddenly, he moved closer and his hand wrapped around my neck, making my heart skip a few beats and I held my breath again. Slowly but a bit roughly, he brought me to the couch and made me lie down on it before laying on top of me. With his free hand, he snapped the side of my panties off and my eyes got bigger but I had a hard time focusing on anything else but his fingers pressing on my throat.

"You make me so hard, petal. I'm so horny. I'm gonna fuck you so hard it'll be impossible for you to keep quiet." he added before I felt his cock press on my inner thighs, realizing he had pulled his shorts down quickly. "But I'll help you a bit." he finally let out with an other smirk, choking me slightly more. "Not easy to moan with my hand on your throat, right darling?"

"Fuck you." I whispered as my lips parted, making him laugh again.

"Fuck me? No fuck you, that's what I'll do."

Without waiting, he moved his hips against mine, making his dick fill me completely in half a second. My eyes opened wide and it was a miracle I didn't let out any sound, but I spread my legs more to feel him as deep as possible.

"Look at you, all fucked under me. Don't you wish you could moan my name?" he chuckled. "You know what I'll do darling? I'll allow you to moan my name once. Just once. When you cum. How's that? What do you say to your amazing boyfriend?"

"Fuck you." I repeated with a smirk, making him raise his eyebrows.

"I was thinking more something like, 'Thank you, your dick is massive and I can't wait until you fuck my mouth multiple times a day for a week'... but it'll do."

If he hadn't started to thrust in and out of me at this moment, I would have laughed and replied something smart, but the way he was moving completely out of me before pushing himself back deep inside me over and over again was making me dizzy.

After fucking me for a while, he let go of my throat and I breathed in deeply to catch my breath. He moved back on his knees and grabbed my waist, pulling me up and turned me around. I felt my palms sink in the cushions of his couch but the way his hands ran on my back and until my ass made me close my eyes again. He spread my cheeks and pushed his cock inside me again but slowly this time, and I could feel myself throb around him.

"Fuck, my love, you feel so fucking good." he groaned low, slipping one of his fingertips in my ass. "I miss your moans though, why don't you let out a few whimpers for me?"

I didn't answer and he just let out a low 'Alright then!' before thrusting in and out of me again, pinching and slapping my ass whenever he wanted. He ended up with his chest leaning against my back, his damp skin rubbing against mine as he held himself on his couch with one hand while the other was running on my breasts quickly.

"You make me want to cum deep inside you." he murmured as his hand brushed on my stomach to reach between my legs. "I want to feel you clench around me, first. I want to hear you moan my name as you cum."

Two of his fingertips started rubbing my clit as he fucked me harder and I knew it was close. I tensed beneath him, shutting my eyes tight, and despite myself my body quivered and a low moan escaped my lips. He didn't mention it and his thrust became unsteady. He kept pushing himself harder and deeper inside me, making it harder for me to keep my balance and without any warning, I felt an orgasm hit me.

"Oh my god, Niall, fuck!" I let out louder than intended as I started shaking.

It only took him half a minute to started coming too and the grunts he let out as he kept fucking me to ride both our orgasms made me see spots behind my eyelids.

We ended up both panting as he peppered kisses on my shoulders, making me shiver, and after a while, we both lied down on the couch, facing each other.

"I heard it, you know."

My eyes fluttered open and I started nibbling on my bottom lip, sending him an innocent look and making him laugh. "Heard what?"

"I heard you moan before you came." he explained, totally aware that I knew what he was talking about. "I won."

I raised my nose up and groaned. It had been tough and I couldn't believe I had lost like that. I was so close to win.

"But you put up a good fight." he added, his smirk turning into a fond smile. "How about we both do what we said we'd do if we lost?"

I raised my eyebrows at him and my lips curled. I brought my hand to his cheek and brushed my thumb gently on his cheek, watching a few drops of sweat fall off his forehead.

"That's nice of you."

"Hey, I'm a nice guy." he chuckled, moving closer to peck my lips.

"And... I did stare at you the whole time you worked out." I admitted, trying to hide my smile. "It's just so hot, I can't help it."

This time, he laughed and his nose raised up in the cutest way possible. "If my work out sessions can always end like this, pet, I would never complain."

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Michael Myers NSFW Alphabet

(Obvious NSFW warnings: smut, blood kink, choking, cock warming, etc.)

Do we really need yet another Mikey NSFW alphabet? Yes, yes we do.

(Also I am sorry for not posting, I kept second-guessing myself)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After the assuredly rigorous workout he just put you through, he usually leaves you to recover. After he assumes you’re okay, he’ll wrap his big arms around you and hold you there until the morning. After that? Well, he’s got people to kill… so he’ll be back for you later tonight…

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of their own body and their S/O’s)

His favorite body part on him is definitely the hands. They help him do his best work, but most of all he loves watching them curl around your neck. He savors every moment of you struggling against him until he can’t take it anymore and slams you on the bed. Don’t think he’ll let go either… choking you while he’s pushing inside of you is the fastest way to get him off.

His favorite body part on you, however, are the legs. You have a bad habit of not wearing pants around the house when you’re alone, so when he comes back from a spree and sees you curled on the couch in just your underwear… it’s on. Not to mention when you two roleplay as stalker and victim: seeing those legs run away from him, grabbing them and pushing you to the ground, lifting them above his shoulders so he can go down on you. It’s the fastest way to get you off.

C = Cum (Anything to do with it really… I’m a disgusting person)

Absolutely LOVES cumming inside of you. Especially while he’s on top and can see your face as he fills you. Once during a particularly long session, he came inside of you, pulled out, and started licking the cum out of your hole. That only marked your third orgasm of the evening.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Cuddling. Bastard can’t get enough of it. Given most of his life has been spent in a cold psych ward, he can get pretty touch-starved. He has a habit of coming home and just wrapping himself around you until you eventually have to pee or eat… and even then he’ll still hold you for at least ten more minutes. Cock warming goes pretty much hand-in-hand with this. He once stayed inside of you for a whole HOUR.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Like I said… most of his formative years have been in captivity. You had to make the first move, definitely… but Michael is a very fast learner. The first time you asked him to go down on you, he pulled your legs apart right then and there and started practicing. So long as it makes you moan and scream his name, he’s ready to try and master it.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

Any position where he can see your face will turn him on the most. On the good days, he’ll stroke his tongue over your pussy while making you look into his eyes and caress your face while he enters you. On the bad days, well... prepare for bruises the next morning. Michael will take you by the throat and shove his cock so deep into you you could see the lining of it through your stomach bulge. He’ll take your hips and piston into you at a grueling pace, all while keeping the mask on and staring into your eyes.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

While Michael does, in fact, have a sense of humor (Fuck you, Loomis), he’s just as stoic in the bedroom as outside it. One time after making you cum an impossible number of times, you could have sworn you sensed him smirk through the mask.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Michael doesn’t really pay much attention to the amount of hair he has down there, however, he knows you do. You had the courage to bring it up one night, but he just gave the same dismissive grunt he always made. The next morning, however, he was freshly trimmed and groomed. You didn’t dare mention it of course, since you knew as soon as you did he’d stop. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Surprisingly, Michael does have a tendency to get lost in the moment before he finds himself and snaps out of it. It’s the little things: the cuddling, the soft touches before he enters you... he even brought you a gold necklace once. It was covered in blood, but it's the thought that counts.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)

He doesn’t really enjoy it as much as he does with you. In fact, it’s rare that you find him touching himself at all. You assumed he had to at one point, but given the number of times he’s just pulled you down to his crotch for a blowjob... you suspect not so much.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Besides the cock warming, the choking, and dominance... Michael has a huge blood kink. You found out when you cut yourself cooking in the kitchen and started sucking on your finger. You looked up and saw Michael already bounding towards you. Now on very special occasions, you know that a well-placed nick or a subtly moving his knife to the dresser will initiate some very long nights. He also has a pretty big size kink. The man dwarfs most people, but he loves how tiny you look compared to him, especially while he’s on top in the bedroom.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Michael won’t really leave the bedroom unless it’s an emergency. Wearing one of his shirts with no panties while lounging on the couch? He’ll pull your legs right back and get to work. Leaning over the counter with your ass out cooking? He’ll grab onto your hips and grind against you right there. Heading to the shower? Hope you like the company. Okay, okay, okay... so maybe “emergency” is pretty loosely defined to him. You don’t really mind.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It really can be the smallest thing, but Michael’s biggest turn on? Teasing. This man can not handle even the tiniest poke of the bear without going feral. For instance, calling him “Mikey”? Fifty-fifty chance of you getting murdered or fucked into a mattress. 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t talk about, turn-offs)

Teasing him too far without any pay off will definitely piss him off more than turn him on. It’s a very delicate balance that could either have you riding him all night long or pinned against the wall with a knife to your throat. Another big no-no would be the family. Michael’s not a big talker in the first place but mentioning Laurie will start a full-on killing spree with you as the final girl. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

You’ve only seen Micahel without his mask a handful of times, most of which were either him asleep or coming back from “work”. However, one night, after a particularly long dry spell during your period, he came home heaving and covered in blood. You could see the predatory look behind the mask and quickly prepared yourself for a long night. He pushed you onto the bed, ripped your pants and underwear off, and went down on you for the first time. It was clear that he was new to this kind of thing, but like everything else he did, he took an enthusiastic first try. His tongue had gone over your clit, around your cunt, and inside you so many times you were cumming in less than a minute. His mouth and face covered in blood as he got up made him look even more feral before he grabbed your hips, flipped you over, and started pounding into you from behind. It would hurt like all hell the next morning, but it was so worth it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Michael’s pace matches whatever will ruin you in the moment. Feeling frisky and can’t wait for a rough, hard fucking? He will pick you apart methodically, almost clinically, so slowly so you’ll be begging him the entire night. Michael will pin you down onto the bed and deliberately ease himself into you while staring directly into your eyes. Whimper and beg all you want; his only goal is to slam into you while pulling all the way out to make you cum, over, and over, and over again. Then on the next night, when you least expect it, he’ll bend you over the nearest flat surface and finger your cunt until you explode... the best of both worlds.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

As much as Michael loves hovering over you, watching every second of you falling apart, he’s very much aware that you two don’t need to have proper sex to make that happen. Not to mention how often he goes out or “work”. More often than not, however, it’ll be you kick starting things since you know how much your teasing affects him. One day when you heard his heavy boots walking up to the door, you took off your clothes as quickly as you could leaving yourself in your bra and panties and waited. As soon as he stepped through the door and saw you, he locked the door behind him and grabbed your hair by the scalp. The moan you let out only encouraged him as he unzipped his jumpsuit and pulls out his cock...

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risk, etc.)

As previously stated, Michael will do anything to make you squirm. Your whole existence to him at this point is a walking, talking fuck toy. However, he’s still dead set on keeping you from the rest of the world, so no exhibitionist-esque escapades for you, sorry. He does get more and more bold with his blood kink. Sometimes a simple prick will do, but before you know it, he’ll have plunged the kitchen knife into your side. He knows not to hit anything vital, obviously, and you’ll heal up in a couple days anyway. Be pissed at him all you want: that’s the deal.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Oh... Michael can last. He has an absurd amount of control and go as long as you need and then some. You figure its a mix of pent up energy from the psych ward/lack of entertainment in general as well as that whole making you suffer thing he has. Overstimulating you is practically his end-all-be-all goal, so make certain you can handle cumming multiple times any time he’s feeling up to it.

T = Toy (Do they own/use toys? On themselves or their partner?)

Michael hates toys and in fact threw away your vibrator when he found it in your underwear drawer. He’s the only thing that’s going to make you writhe and scream, dammit. He won’t use toys, but he’ll still tie you up with your own scarves or anything handy. Just because he hates the mechanical stuff doesn’t mean he won’t play around a little...

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Michael? Tease? He’s not really the subtle type. More like the, walk through the door, lift you up by the ass, and take you to the bedroom type. However, one day after doing some handiwork around the house, he came into the kitchen with a sweat drenched t-shirt and took it off right in front of you. You couldn’t help the blush crawling over your face and you definitely couldn’t hide it from him. All he did was give you half a smirk and slowly walk into the bedroom where he knew you’d follow.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make )

It’s no secret Michael’s the quiet type. Same way in the bedroom: heavy breathing, grunts, and the occasional deep growl that drips down your spine. Honestly getting him worked up to the point where he can’t help but spill out those low, guttural noises just makes you even hotter. 

W = Wild Card (A random head canon for the character of your choice)

Michael’s favorite pass time is watching you masturbate. He’ll pretend to leave in the morning but sneak back through the bedroom window and hide in your closet. Sometimes it’ll take hours, but he knows eventually you’ll spread yourself onto the bed and start roaming your hands all over your body. You always do it just like he would: starting with the nipples, rolling over and pinching them so they get nice and hard. Then move down to your clit, rubbing it in circles gently at first, then furiously while sliding in a finger, then two. It only takes a few minutes before you cum completely undone. His favorite part is when you taste your fingers afterwards. It’s almost enough to make him burst through the door and give you another.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what going on in those pants, pictures or words)

Michael sports a fair five and half inches flaccid, seven inches hard. Not too girthy, but still thick enough for you to have to use two hands when you want to jerk him off.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Seriously? Years in a psych ward combined with meeting you and learning some all new tricks? You’re surprised he hasn’t put you in a wheelchair yet. The dangerous thing is that he can control it. The same amount of libido would bring a man to his knees, but not Myers. He will fuck you for hours and still be ready for another round at the drop of a hat. 

Z = ZZZ (How quickly will they fall asleep afterwards?)

He’ll always wait for you to sleep first, which isn’t a long wait by any means. As formidable as he is, he won’t take off his mask around you if he doesn’t need to. Sure, he’ll let you catch him without it a few times, but that’s only because he knows you won’t say anything either way. After you’re down however, it still takes him a good amount of time before he can get himself to sleep. It’s a predator thing.

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Shipping Headcannons (Tsukishima x Inuoka)

characters: Tsukishima Kei x Inuoka Sou

warnings: none, I think

further notes: my sis♡ had actually suggested this ship to me when I was writing a fic with multiple ships and I love them together now! So big props to her for this amazing thought! She had also suggested YakuAka to me for another fic I've yet to start during our conversations she has made me discover/think of great ships!

first of all: Inuoka and Hinata have some similar vibes, so I think if you like TsukiHina, you might also like TsukiInu(?)

the difference from TsukiHina, who are forced to spent time together, Inuoka and Tsuki can actually avoid each other, but they don't here

I think they might be fascinated by each other, which they actually kind of hate, because Inuoka thinks Tsuki is needlessly mean and Inuoka is everything Tsuki struggles with: he's motivated, excited, outgoing, friendly, supportive, hard-working, not the brightest but still manages well -like Hinata, but worse, because Hinata gets supported so much, he has a special technique and is a starter, while Inuoka is talented and good, but still ordinary and quickly got replaced by Lev, because he's even taller, and he handles it well, Inuoka is still supportive, happy, motivated and a good friend to everyone

so Inuoka is someone Tsuki can't understand/grasp and that's annoying, but also fascinating

it might actually be that Tsuki is the one falling first, even though he doesn't notice or rather don't want to notice

Inuoka, even though he does think critically of Tsuki, is still super friendly and nice, so when they have to do a workout together or by chance sit next to each other during dinner and Inuoka is the life of the conversation, Tsuki is staring

and when Inuoka starts to ask him questions Tsuki is answering; he actually doesn't want to answer, he wants to ignore him, he's annoying, but he still answers every questions Inuoka asks him, explains everything he wants to know he might even be blushing a little bit, because of the earnest and warm attention

Yamaguchi is nearly dying trying to hide his snickers and not choke on his food when Tsuki's ears start turning redder and redder, he has the time of his life watching his friend suffer in the best way possible

Tsuki will rant to him later and be prickly and scold him for not helping him out or anything and Yamaguchi will finally be able to laugh until he cries, before he tells Tsuki he might want to re-think what he thinks he thinks about Inuoka and if he not wants to change the way he interacts with him

cue: a or multiple sleepless night for Tsuki!

he needs some time to accept that the way he sees Inuoka and what he feels for him, changed

and when he accepted that, it's still difficult, because he doesn't know what to do and Yamaguchi is not really of big help either, because he just suggest talking to Inuoka first about just anything and later about his feelings

Inuoka now started to view Tsuki differently, after he talked to him and he answered everything, he can't see him as a prick anymore, he actually started to watch him closer and sees so many more facets to Tsuki's personality now

so there is another period where they keep watching each other, but now with different feelings and Yamaguchi is enjoying the show

I guess Inuoka might be the one to invite Tsuki to train and/or hang out with him and while Tsuki is tempted to refuse because he wants no extra training or more confusion and embarrassing moments, Yamaguchi agrees for him and then leaves to practice his serves with Asahi

So after they hang out a bit more and it gets close to one of them having to leave because I subconsciously set this during a training camp they both feel like they should confess or else they might lose their chance

I think Inuoka might be too scared of Tsuki rejecting or even laughing at him, so he wants to wait for the last moment, the moment of goodbyes

Tsuki is just scared of being vulnerable, so he also waits

I think it could be like this: Tsuki actually asks Inuoka to come with him for a moment and takes him a little away from the others, but when they stand their it's hard for him to bring the words out, so it's actually Inuoka, who got courage from Tsuki wanting to talk to him in private, who asks him to exchange numbers and stay in touch, because he likes him and wants to get closer to him

Tsuki agrees in a rather tsundere way, he avoids eye contact, because when he would see Inuoka noticing his blushing he would be way to embarrassed so he doesn't look in order to act like it doesn't happen

afterwards they stay in touch and slowly grow closer, so that when they meet again the next time, they officially start dating, because they noticed how much they missed each other and they want to stay together

the first kiss would happen during that second/next meeting, after they had a long talk and officially started dating, I think it would happen during the dark of the night, when nobody can see them and their blushing wasn't so noticable, it was a fleeting kiss, merely a brush of lips

I think they would take things slow, because they're both rather nervous and insecure about romantic kind of stuff

as a couple, when they've dated for a while, they're a sight to see: 2 tall and rather lanky boys, one an overexcited puppy and the other either sporting a grumpy look and folded arms, or a sarcastic smirk on his face

Tsuki loves listening to Inuoka talk to him about everyone and everything, even if he acts like he doesn't care for half of the stuff his boyfriends tells him, he's not fooling anyone, especially because he remembers every detail

Inuoka and Yamaguchi love to tease Tsuki and get reactions out of him, rile him up until he lets his honest feelings slip and admits how much he appreciates Yamaguchi has his best friend and how much he loves his boyfriend Inuoka

Inuoka quickly adapted to Tsuki's rather prickly nature and is able to laugh about it, when he rants about how sensitive some people are, or how all the hard work is unnecessary or stuff like that

Tsuki is taller than Inuoka and even if it's just a few centimeters he takes pride in that, he loves to put an arm around Inuoka's shoulders or let him cuddle up to him and curl against his shoulder or chest, even though he also appreciates when he can hide his face in Inuoka's hair or neck, when something is embarrassing or annoying

as adults I see Inuoka reaching out to Tsuki, either because he's in Miyagi and asks to meet up, or they're both at a gathering/party of their old teams and he goes up to him to start a conversation

now they'd need less time to notice their feelings of interest and later their growing romantic feelings

I still think it would be Inuoka who would ask Tsuki to stay in contact, get to know each other and go out to a date, that is an "official" date

I see them as both a little more "chill" as adults, but one thing Tsuki regrets is when he went to pick up Inuoka from work and all the kids he works with swarmed around him, chattering away, touching him, asking him questions, screaming about how this was "TEACHER INUOKA'S BOYFRIEND!!"

Inuoka toppled over from laughing so hard at his boyfriends face, before getting the children off him and leaving with him, sending the kids his biggest grin and wiggling eyebrows

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Observation Skills - Part One Lindsey Horan x Reader

I have posted this a few times, but the tags never show up... But let's try again!

Disappointed with her previous season in the NWSL, Lindsey starts training at a new gym  where she meets one of the trainers. 

Lindsey Horan wanted to be the best soccer player in the world and that meant putting in the work. Lindsey was willing to put in that work.

Unfortunately, that work meant being at the gym five A.M., six days a week.  The early wake up was hard, and definitely not enjoyed, but it was all worth it every time she stepped on the pitch, every time a medal was out around her neck. With a loss in the previous 2019 NWSL season, Horan was back in 2020 ready for a win.

This is how Horan found herself at the gym early every morning without complaint. She was back in Portland come January following national team camp, ready to put in the preseason work.

Horan found a new gym and a new trainer, the last thing she expected was to not only see someone else at the gym, but that someone else was always there before she even and her trainer got there. Her trainer, Sean, did not seem as surprised when they started Horans new program. Always giving her a sleepy smile and wave before beginning Lindseys workout.

Lindsey could not seem to be as dismissive of the other girl working out, her curiosity was peaked. Horan couldn’t help but wonder about the dedication of this other woman. The woman athletic, that much was a given based off her physique, she had long blond hair and steel blue eyes that cut through Lindsey every morning.

She was only two weeks into her new program and Lindsey could not understand why this woman was always on her mind, or why she started looking forward to seeing her every morning. They had never even spoken, just always seemingly making eye contact throughout their workouts. The other women always with a look of concentration on her face.

This morning was a little different though, the other blonde wasn’t already working out when Lindsey arrived at the gym.

“Yo! Was starting to think you weren’t showing up” Sean called out with a grin.

Horan glanced up from the start of her deadlift and saw the other blonde walking in the gym, again making eye contact.

“And miss out on seeing you?” the other blonde shot back with a smirk, continuing to a stationary bike to warm up.

Horan continued with her set of deadlifts, dropping the final lift with a grin.

“More weight?” Sean questioned, “I want to max out your deadlifts today.”

“Let’s do it,” Horan replied, grabbing more weight to add to her bar.

Lindsey and her trainer added more weight to other side before getting back into position for her lift.

“You got this Horan,” Sean motivated.

Lindsey took a breath, dropped her hips and started to pull the bar up. The weight raised slightly off the ground, but Lindsey dropped it before she could complete the lift. Lindsey stood with a frustrated sigh. Glancing to the other blonde on the bike, they made eye contact, Lindsey saw the focused looked on her face and quickly looked away.

“I can’t get it,” Lindsey said to her trainer with frustration.

“Go again,” Lindsey looked over to see the other blonde getting off the bike and making her way over.

“You have the strength, we just need to tweak your form a bit,” the blonde said.

“Can I help?” she questioned glancing first to Sean, then making eye contact with Lindsey.

“Of course,” Sean nodded.

Lindsey just nodded and made her way back to the bar.

“Awesome,” the blonde started, “set up like normal, but try with a switch grip.”

Lindsey set up like normal, changing her grip.

“Good, now roll your shoulders back and lock them in,” the blonde described.

Lindsey furrowed her eyebrow in confusion, glancing up.

“That didn’t make any sense, did it?” the blonde asked, while stepping closer, turning and demonstrating what she meant.

At the confused looked still on the midfielders face, the blonde stood and walked to the be beside her.

“Do you mind if I touch you?” the blonde questioned.

At Lindseys nod, the blonde placed a hand on her back, “set back up.”

The blonde guided the midfielder into the position she had described. Lindsey was surprised by the question, not used to trainers looking for consent first. She could feel the strength in the grip, but the gentleness as she was guided into position.

“Keep you back tight, keep your shoulder blades together and engage your lats the whole time,” she finished and stepped back, “try that.”

Lindsey followed the instructions and easily pulled the weight. She dropped the weight with a huge grin directed at the other blonde.

“Good work! Bet you could do even more,” she said with a smile, “I’ll leave you guys to it,”

“That’s why you get paid the big bucks,” Sean said with a smirk.

The blonde just rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.

“Wait, I’m Lindsey,” Horan put her hand out.

“Sara,” the blonde replied, reciprocating the handshake.

“Oh yea, guess I should have introduced you guys,” Sean said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Lindsey, this is Sara, she’s one of the trainers here. Sara, this is Lindsey.”

“Yeah, be better Sean,” Sara said, shoving him gently with a smile, “nice to meet you Lindsey. Let me know if you want a good trainer.”

With a wink Sara was putting her headphones back in and walking away.

“She’s a trainer, I have been trying to figure out who else is crazy enough to be here this early,” Lindsey said with a chuckle.

“Yea, Sara is good shit,” Sean replied, “one of the best trainers I’ve ever met. She trains most of the university teams”

“Should I be taking her up her offer?” Lindsey asked with a laugh.

“Honestly, I would not even be close to offended if you ditched me for her,” Sean agreed, leaving Lindsey surprised, “Sara really is one of the best.”

The trainer remained in the midfielders’ mind, periodically making eye contact throughout the rest of her workout. Now, Lindsey seemed to notice more about the blonde. She noticed the flex of her muscles and how defined her back was. As well as the confident way she walked around, but easily interacted with the other gym regulars, always putting a smile on their face.

By the end of her workout, Lindsey was exhausted and confused. Somehow, she both wanted to avoid Sara, but also wanted feel that confident touch on her back again and have Sara make her smile the way she made everyone else smile.

With a sigh she leaned her head back against the head rest in her car, only to drop her chin down to her chest. She knew what this feeling was, and it had definitely never been directed towards another woman.

Lifting her head, Lindsey put her car into gear and began to drive home. Her mind never stopping the whole time, arriving home before she knew what happened.

Gathering her bag, she made her way into her condo, being greeted by Fergie at the door. With sigh she bent down, picking him up and making her way to the couch. Laying down, with Fergie on her chest, Lindsey pulled her phone and called her best friend to try to attempt to sort her thoughts.

As she listened to it ring, Lindsey tried to figure out how and what she was even going to Emily.

“Linessi!” Emily Sonnett greeted as she picked up.

“I think I have feelings for one of the trainers at my gym,” Lindsey rushed out.

“Woah, slow down, say it again in a speed I can understand,” Sonnett laughed.

“Her name is Sara, she’s one of the trainers at the gym and I think I like her,” Lindsey tried again, slower.

Lindsey became anxious when Emily did not respond right away. But then realized her phone was indicting Emily was trying to switch to FaceTime.

Taking a steadying breath, Lindsey accepted the change to the call. Immediately seeing the face of her best friend.

“So, tell me about Sara,” Emily prompted.

“You’re not going to question that it is a woman?” Lindsey asked, shocked.

“Why would I? It doesn’t matter, all that matters are your feelings Linds. And when I can come back to Portland to meet her,” Emily replied honestly with a wink. As boisterous as Emily was, she knew when to hold off.

“Fuck, I miss you Dasani, that was exactly what I need to hear,” Lindsey let out a breath, feeling the tension leave her shoulders, allowing herself to sink further in the couch, feeling Fergie burrow into her neck.

“Good, I’m glad. Now tell me who has you so smitten,” Emily encouraged with a smile.

Lindsey started describing their interaction that morning, explaining how she thought she just enjoyed working out early but then learned today that she was a trainer.

“That doesn’t tell me anything about her other than she knows how to be a trainer,” Emily said with an eye roll, “tell me why you like her, you obviously noticed her before she helped you today.”

Lindsey blushed; Emily was too smart for her own good sometimes.

“She’s pretty, she has long blonde hair, I don’t know how long it is though, she always has it up when she’s working out. The softest blue eyes, they’re almost grey. And so strong, and she just looks strong, you know? She would put everyone to shame at fitness testing,” Lindsey rambled, unaware of how much she had noticed about the blonde.

“Oh! And she has tattoos, which are awesome, I haven’t gotten to really see them though. She just has a confidence about her too, but not arrogant. She was so casual coming over to help but made sure it was ok with both of us. And explained it so well to Sean without being condescending. She even asked if she could touch me before helping adjust me, who even does that?” Lindsey ended her ramble, looking back at her phone to see Sonnett grinning at her.

“So, you’re going to ask for her number tomorrow, right?” Sonnett asked.

“What? Not a chance, I’ll admire from a far.”

“Why? You seem pretty hooked already. And she works there, so she can’t ask you. At the very least, you need to talk to her in person then.”

“I don’t know how to hit on a girl Sonnett!”

“Just do the opposite as every creepy dude has ever done it to you and you’re golden. “

“You’re making it sound like this is so easy.”

“It is easy Linds, just talk to her, flirt a little, see if she responds and then ask for her number. I’m really sorry, but I have to head to my training now, we will continue this conversation later though”

With that, they said their goodbyes and disconnected the call.

Lindsey set an alarm for Thorns training in a couple, then dropped her phone on the coffee table, closing her eyes and snuggling with Fergie.

With a sigh, Lindsey decided she would attempt to get to know the blonde trainer.

[rivetwrites]

//hello!! it's here!! it's my first fic, so it's not at my full potential yet! i had a lot of trouble with toko and syo. i tried my best to...at least remove the sneezing thing, but i know it's not perfect and i'm hoping to improve in the future! the ending is sort of rushed, as i was milking the last of motivation and ideas!! definitely not proof-read BAHHAHA

Byakuya Togami's Trial

Chihiro was dead. It was almost surreal, everyone promised not to kill anyone else. Yet it was in such a gruesome way. He was found in the girl’s locker room, which is strange, since he discovered to be a boy. Surely Monokuma knew about it, he knew practically everything about them.

Everyone was seated in their respectful places in the trial room. Kiyotaka looked the most nervous, but everyone looked the same. Who wouldn’t be? Chihiro was found strung up by his wrists and neck, “bloodlust” written in his own blood on the wall. And someone took the time to do that. Who would even want to hurt Chihiro? Sure, he’s an easy target, he wouldn’t have fought back, but he was the nicest one here.

“Let’s go over the rules once mo-” Monokuma had started, the bear sitting in his “judge seat.” But he was quickly interrupted by Byakuya, “Shut it. We’re starting.” That wasn’t unlike him, but he had a small smile on his face, almost like he was excited to start the trial. Who the hell would be excited to discuss one of our dead friend’s death? And convict someone and send them to their own death. “Very well! Since Togami thinks that he’s the judge, we shall start!!”

Of course the discussion went to how Chihiro even got to the girl’s locker room. Monokuma had stated that he did know that he was a boy, so it would’ve been impossible for him to get into the room on his own. “Obviously he was dead before he even went into the girl’s locker room,” Byakuya started, “then strung him up onto the wall. Doesn’t the position of his body look familiar, Makoto?” He looked over at the small boy, who perked up at his name.

Yes, it did look familiar. Makoto had seen similar positioning in the book that Byakuya showed him in the library. The cases with Genocide Jack. But Genocide Jack wasn’t here. He couldn’t be. As soon as Makoto mentioned his name, Byakuya looked over at Toko, who seemed to have almost burst a blood vessel.

“Genocide Jack is a lot closer than we think, Makoto,” he hummed, his hand resting on his chin. Toko looked like she wanted to jump over her table to kick his ass, but she was starting to panic. “Y-you promised n-not to tell anyone, B-Byakuya!” It had only hardened the case that Toko was Genocide Jack. On cue, from the sudden conviction and stress that she had been forced to endure, her eyes rolled back as she fell onto the floor.

Makoto had jolted up to help her up, which Togami gripped his arm tightly. Toko had started to stand back up, but she looked so different. This wasn’t Toko, it couldn’t be. She had flashes of both anger and slight arousal as she started laughing hysterically. Her voice radiated throughout the trial room, high pitched and unnerving. Her laughter soon died down to small chuckles and giggles, her wild eyes looking at Makoto. Well, it looked like she was looking at him, but her eyes seem to not have acknowledged him. “You caaaallled? Master has called me! Ooooh!! I’m guessing it was about me, huh huh huh?” Her voice sounded completely different compared to Toko’s quiet, stuttering voice.

Once Byakuya started explaining how he found out about Genocide Jack, she seemed confused. “That’s what they call me? I’m not some guy! Genocide Jill, or Syo would do for me!!” Her sentence followed with her cackling laughter. Tok- Syo, was definitely confused when everyone started to convict her of being the murderer. “Whaaat? No way! Makoto! You should see a pattern of my kills!” Of course she went to Makoto. But she was right. She only killed boys. But once Byakuya stated that Chihiro was yes, indeed a boy, she almost looked disappointed. “Awhh!! Now I wish I killed him! But I didn’t! I don’t use those weapons! Plus, an electrical cord?” Again, she was right. All the pictures consisted of the boys being pinned up by scissors.

Makoto was about to state that she didn’t have any, but it was shot down when she already had two scissors in her hands. Well, now the suspicion went to Byakuya. He was the only one to know of Genocide Jack, besides Makoto, who had an alibi. Togami looked like he was about to snap, but clicked his tongue. “Obviously I couldn’t have done it. I saw Mondo leaving the girl’s locker room,” that sentence brought Mondo’s attention. “You fucking strung Chihiro up?!” Thankfully Sakura was within arms reach of Mondo, because he was about to fucking kill Byakuya.

“I simply wanted to make things interesting. You wouldn’t want a boring trial, now would you?” He still had a cool smile on his face, but his back was tensing from the sudden threat of Mondo actually getting to him. “Why the fuck would you do that?!” Owada’s voice started getting furious and loud. Kyoko put one of her gloved hands up, her eyes glaring at Byakuya with clear disgust before saying that we should continue the trial before times up.

Now everyone looked over at Mondo, who looked extremely guilty. Before people even began to shoot questions at him, Kiyotaka’s voice triumphed over theirs. “N-no way! Mondo would never! We’re bros, he’s not that kind of person!! What kind of people are you?!” Mondo looked just as astonished at Taka defending him, especially in such an aggressive manner. It was very unlike him. Mondo wanted to confess so badly, but something inside him, anxiety and fear prevented him from doing so. But all the evidence started pointing to him. Celeste said she saw Chihiro late at night with a workout bag, how Mondo said the correct colour of the tracksuit, how he was strong enough to swing that weight at him. It was all clicking into place, and now looking horrible for Mondo.

But it didn’t make sense. Would Chihiro be able to die from one swing? There was only one head wound, quite a bit of blood, but would he be able to die? Or simply be knocked out. Mondo wasn’t the...brightest of the bunch, so would be able to know that he didn’t actually kill him? Kyoko had the same thought, her eyes scanning Mondo’s face as she spoke up, “Were you sure that Chihiro was dead?” Straight to the point. Owada looked confused, his brows furrowing, “...Yeah. I carried him to the girl’s locker room. He wasn’t breathing.” Which is understandable, but if you get knocked out, especially by such a big guy like Mondo, your body can seem dead.

“Obviously he was dead. I checked beforehand.” Byakuya tapped his glasses, his voice speaking matter of factly, but it still didn’t make sense. “Togami, your breathing stops and your pulse goes faint when someone knocks you out,” Makoto piped up. He wasn’t trying to accuse him, but he was looking at every option. Their lives are on the line. “What’re you saying, Makoto? That I killed him? I’m telling you, he was already dead!” His voice started to falter, like he was starting to believe it himself. He didn’t properly check Chihiro before he hung him up, but he didn’t want to admit it.

Byakuya turned to Monokuma, “Bear! Tell them that I didn’t kill him! There’s no way!” The smile that he held had fallen as soon as he was being suspected. Monokuma didn’t respond, only a soft “puhuhu” coming from him. Sweat started to bead on Togami’s forehead, looking back at the students, “There’s no way. I didn’t!” No one was defending him, well, except Syo, but even then, she wasn’t taking it seriously. “When I was checking his body,” Sakura finally said, crossing her arms across her chest, “his lips and fingertips were blue. Which I’m pretty sure wouldn’t happen if he was already dead.” In which, Kyoko confirmed that it’s true.

Now everyone’s eyes were on Byakuya, who looked disheveled and anxious. He looked like he was at his breaking point, the reality hitting him that he, Byakuya Togami, had killed Chihiro by accident. He didn’t mean to in the slightest, but the chance that he did was eating him up.

Though, the one who looked the least anxious and sad now, was Taka. The weight of grief was lifted off of his chest, that maybe, just maybe, his bro was safe!! Mondo, not so much. He felt a weight of guilt on his own shoulders. He caused Chihiro’s death. It’s his fault. All his fault. He never felt worse. The boy trusted him, and he just- Mondo was thrown out of his thoughts at Monokuma’s voice. “All right!! Time to cast your votes! I will change this a bit!! Whoever has the most votes between Togami and Owada, will be chosen! Now it’s just luck! Puhuhuhu!!”

There wasn’t enough time to actually get a confession. But even they don’t know. Guess it was just luck. The voting time was a lot longer, which they couldn’t choose to be thankful over, or to be fucking terrified. Finally, the votes were in.

Byakuya had the most votes.

The look of horror on Togami’s face was...almost priceless. When Monokuma pulled the slot game to reveal his sprite, they were correct. Byakuya did kill Chihiro. It felt like fiction. Actually, this entire fucking game felt like fiction to them, but it was all real. All the deaths were real. Sayaka, Junko, Leon, and Chihiro were all gone, and Byakuya was next. The tall boy didn’t even want to believe it, his jaw opening and closing as he tried to think of a rebuttal. But it was already decided. Byakuya killed Chihiro, it was over.

They all left their stands, off the court to discuss, but Byakuya was near unresponsive. It was...strange. He always had something sarcastic to say, just like he said to Leon before his execution. It was...quiet. Probably out of shock, no one expected Byakuya to kill someone. Byakuya being a victim, yes, but not him being a murderer. Mondo seemed to have calmed down, well, as much as he could during the situation. Sakura still had to hold him back by the arm so he didn’t commit his own murder right in that trial room.

“Puhuhuu! What a twist!! I do love surprises, isn’t that right Togami?” Monokuma looked down at the man from his seat, “I mean, you do love surprises!” The words were almost taunting Byakuya, beads of sweat trailing down the side of his face. He looked...defeated. Togami didn’t even care that he was going to die, just to be found out, just to be wrong, really hit him like a truck.

No one wanted to say anything, the only words to be heard was Mondo’s hisses of rage and Taka’s reassuring words to his bro. Makoto was the first to say something, “Chihiro would be alive if you didn’t do that stunt, Byakuya.” It caused the taller man to snap his neck to look at Naegi, his gaze being a split of sorrow and...almost anger. Before Byakuya could even respond, Kyoko piped up, “it was stupid of you. I didn’t expect something that disgusting to come from you.” It was harsh, probably the harshest that Kirigiri has been up to that point, but no one could really blame her.

Byakuya felt like he should...apologize, but pride inside of him refrained it. They weren’t good enough to hear an apology, so he stayed silent. It only displeased everyone, Sakura now having to hold back Aoi from smacking him as well. Since the conversation was going nowhere, Monokuma decided to end it himself, “Huh! I thought we were going to get, ‘oooo, I’m so sorry! Forgive me, don’t do this! I need to be there for the Togami’s!” His words were mocking, draping the side of his body over the arm of his chair dramatically before laughing, “buuuut, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you! P-p-p-punishment time!!”

It was almost ceremonial to see Byakuya being dragged off with little to no resistance. He didn’t want to look like a fool, especially the last time they ever get to see him. Kiyotaka would usually look away, hating seeing the death of people who, in his opinion, ultimately didn’t deserve it. But he was the one in the front, watching everything unfold. Mondo tried to get him away, not really wanting Taka to get sad again, but he refused, pulling away from his bro’s touches.

Instead of watching it first hand, they looked up on the big screen. It flickered on, the colours warping to what...seemed to be Byakuya. He was wearing very beat up clothing, filthy with dirt. He was looking down at his attire, a look of pure disgust on his face. He was...a “commoner.” Monokuma popped into the scene, wearing an elementary student uniform. He had a huge pile of rocks, ranging from small pebbles, to near huge stones that he could barely hold. The name of the execution finally appeared on the screen:

Human Disqualification

The music playing in the background was almost somber. Until Monokuma started pelting the stones at Byakuya. Look of pain of agony appeared on Togami’s face as he was forced to endure the hard rocks hitting his skin. Welts and bruises started to appear as time went on.

Stoning someone to death took ages, especially from only one person doing it. But everyone sat in watch. Not like they had other things to do, they weren’t allowed to leave. But people were allowed in. Everyone was so distracted, Aoi cringing every time the stones hit a more sensitive place on Togami. No one spoke a word, but they didn’t have anything to say anyway.

Until they heard the courtroom door open.

It was so sudden, even causing Sakura to jolt slightly from the sudden change of noise. Everyone’s head whipped around to see what has caused it. Definitely not one of them, since they were too entranced by Byakuya’s execution, which was still happening slowly. Small footsteps seemed to have been getting closer, and they were very uneven and tended to scrape on the floor ever so often.

...Chihiro?

The small boy looked rather...sullen. His blood was stained on his clothes and the right side of his face, his neck and wrists bruised from the blood rushing to them. It was...strange. Why was he here? Was this some kind of sick trick that Monokuma was playing? That thought was immediately debunked as Chihiro spoke,

“D-did I...miss something?”

He seemed so confused and...understandably upset. He had woken up in a small pool of his own blood, his neck and wrists sore from the constant pressure of the electrical cord on them, no one around the entire school. He had assumed there was another murder and that he just wasn’t told, so he went there himself.

But everyone was staring at him. It was starting to make him nervous, having so many eyes on him, Byakuya’s execution in the background. Huh, Chihiro didn’t expect him to be able to kill someone. Kyoko was the first to speak up, of course, but even she had a look of shock on her face, “You’re...supposed to be dead. Byakuya killed you,” her voice was still as calm as ever. It was sort of hard to hear her over Yasuhiro’s shrieks of terror at the boy’s “ghost.”

A look of terror appeared on Chihiro, tears filling his big eyes as he looked up at the huge screen, “B-but, I’m not! I-I promise!” It was obvious that he wasn’t dead, but it was mostly to soothe Hiro. But if Chihiro is alive, then Byakuya has no reason to die. Makoto was able to shout loud enough, “M-Monokuma! Chihiro is alive!!” It caused the Monokuma on the screen to turn to the camera, an obvious look of confusion on his face. The robot paused for a moment, not responding, almost like he was...checking that what they were saying was true. He quickly returned, a loud sigh of...annoyance emitting from him as he was forced to stop the execution.

After all, he wasn’t allowed to break his own rules.

Byakuya was quickly let back into the trial room, bruises and cuts all over his body as he was still wearing the “commoner” clothes. He fell to his knees in front of a very confused Chihiro, which caused the small boy to back up a few steps. Togami reached for the boy’s tiny hand, pressing small kisses to his fingers as he apologized. His voice sounded broken and saddened. His ego was just crushed to death. He didn’t even care who was looking, nor how he even looked like in that moment.

Chihiro looked visibly uncomfortable, trying to tell him that it was okay - though it kind of wasn’t - and that he shouldn’t apologize like that. It took Sakura and Aoi to drag Byakuya away by the shoulders, forcing him to let go of the boy’s hand. He didn’t speak to anyone else, still spewing apologies at Fujisaki. It was almost laughable. Surely, Mondo would’ve been laughing straight at his face at it, but the total shock to see Chihiro alive really hit him. He had pulled the small boy close to his chest, his own apologies leaving his lips. The boy welcomed this one a bit more, his cheek resting on his shoulder. Though, Mondo felt like he shouldn’t be forgiven. He had almost killed the boy.

But it was okay for now, they were alive, and somehow Byakuya was able to survive another day. Mondo promised not to beat him alive...yet, as long as Chihiro and Kiyotaka was alive, he was going to be okay.

[maybe-your-left]

Fish Out of Water

OOPS did I write a Kylo Ren tidbit of him learning how to swim with CollegeStudent!Reader to state my lust for this post ? The answer is yes. 

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It was a lazy Sunday morning, the perfect time for a workout without the team on your back. After all, you were the swim team captain this year, everyone was putting pressure on you to make a name for yourself. But you just loved the water, the two of you shared a bond that you couldn’t explain, so when you had the chance for a quick T-45* Who are you to say no? 

The walk to campus was short, all the leaves were falling off the trees. Autumn was so beautiful in Boston, the air was filled with a steady breeze, the colors were changing, and there was always a smell of ground coffee around. It was the best time of year, school was starting up again and you were excited to finally be in your program after two years of gen eds. 

Walking into the pool you threw back the hood of your practice jacket and smiled at the lifeguard. You were a regular, even when you weren’t going to practice, sometimes bringing in coffee for the morning guards or just little shows of thanks since they always were picked on by nosey patrons. Quickly scanning the area you noticed a newcomer, a very tall, very wide, covered in head to toe black was scanning the pool from the deck. You weren’t able to see his face but his aura exuded anger. He looked like he was getting ready to fight with the lane lines. Scoffing you pushed past him and got to the end of your lane and began disrobing. You wore your favorite lime green Jolyn* suit, you always felt so powerful in it and dragging out your cap and goggles. Stepping up to the pool gutters, you dipped a toe in tentatively. Fuck it was cold today, just a slight touch in was already making your body shiver. 

Just as you were putting on your cap you noticed the stranger again, walking to the right of your lane. Still with his black hoodie up and wearing black joggers. Up close you noticed he was a lot bigger than you, probably would sink right to the bottom. The stranger’s body faced forward at the water but his face turned slightly to you. 

“Is it cold?” he asked

“Uh, no but it sure is wet,” a joke you shared with your teammates. You were never to say the water was cold, always ‘wet’. 

The strange returned his gaze to the water before turning around and setting his back a few feet from yours. You noticed a weird symbol on the bag but didn’t recognize it. He pulled off his hoodie revealing an extremely broad back. Littered with freckles and several scars, each one jagged and deep across him, each one telling a story. You tried not to linger too long, in fear you’d get caught. Quickly putting on your cap and goggles you dove in. 

The water really was cold, biting at your skin, causing you to take faster breaths as you begin your set. Gliding through the still pool you are brought back to the calmness of the morning. How wonderful it felt to be one with the water. Coming back from the other end you saw someone enter next to your lane. The stranger must’ve finally got the nerve to try. Forcing yourself not to spy you slid past him on your way to the wall. You had to finish your warmup before you stopped, it wouldn’t be nice to just do one lap and then hawk at the giant next to you. 

From your flip turn you were able to sneak and peek and had to force yourself to not choke in water. The stranger was struggling to say the least. You were surprised he was even moving forward, you had to keep your composure while he made his way across the pool. It wasn’t horrible, but he wasn’t doing great. He was swimming with his head fully out of the water, his kicks were uneven and his arms were really the only thing moving him forward. He swam like a military man who only swam to survive, not for exercise, he needed help. So you did what was natural for you, moving across the pool with ease. You met him at the opposite wall and took your cap and goggles off. 

“Hi, this is awkward but can I help you?” you tried to suppress a giggle. 

Gasping for air he turned and met your gaze. “What are you” turning his head away from you he coughed up some water, “talking about?” 

“Not to be rude but you’re a really bad swimmer.” 

“Do you have a point? You’re ruining my motivation.” he huffed and started to turn around to start across the pool again. 

“Wait wait wait, let me help you! You’re going to pull a muscle if you keep swimming like that.” Reaching across the lane you grabbed his shoulders to try to keep him from moving again. He took in a deep breath before he turned to look at you again. “Is it that obvious I don’t know how to swim?” 

Smiling at him you motioned for him to move into your lane. He slid across the lane, not so gracefully, and met you on the wall. It seemed like he was trying to keep his hair dry, which was a valid concern. Chlorine was notorious for giving ‘swimmer hair’ and you had noticed that he had quite the long locks. “So now what?” 

“Oh right, umm okay you need to put your face in the water. You aren’t doing your neck any favors by keeping it out.” 

“My hair gets in my eyes if I do.” 

Rolling your eyes you pulled yourself up to sit in the gutter. Pointing down between your knees for him to come in front of you he obliged without a word. You then took a hair tie from your wrist and braided back the hairs that framed his face and made a little man bun. His hair was extremely silky as you fixed it, you wondered what it would feel like to pull it while he shoved his tongue down your throat. A cough took you back to reality. “Okay so that fixes the hair issue, now let’s get you swimming! Do you have goggles?” 

“What?” 

“Goggles? They protect your eyes from the chlorine…” you motioned to your own pair. 

“No, I wasn’t aware swimming required so many items.” 

“Okay well I have extras in my bag so let’s just swim across and then I can help you get more comfortable.” 

Once across the pool you began your lesson. Teaching him what freestyle was, how to breathe to your side, correct arm positioning, pointing toes, all that jazz. During which he kept his questions to a bare minimum, seeming to try and soak in as much information as possible. By the end of the hour he had improved… a little. He definitely got tired quickly but he wasn’t drowning anymore. 

Turning to climb out of the pool he turned to you once again and spoke. 

“Thank you, my coach said it would be smart to try and work swimming into my routine.” 

“No problem, you can keep those goggles by the way, I have tons of them.” 

He shook his head and tried to hand them to you, climbing out with you. “No you’ve helped me enough.” 

“Really it’s okay, they aren’t even my practice ones. They won’t be missed.” 

He stared down at the goggles in his hands, tossing and turning them over and over. Clearing his throat he raised his head and looked back at you. 

“At least let me repay you,” he started again, “Can I buy you a coffee?” 

You thought for a moment, you didn’t know this man. He was unconventionally handsome, and he seemed gracious for your help. It had been awhile since you sat down and had a drink with someone. The swim meet schedule had kept you busy from all social outlets last semester, you were practically a hermit if not for your roommates. 

“Uh yeah, sounds good, let me just change real quick?” 

“Sure, I’ll wait for you in the lobby.” He turned to grab his towel but stopped himself. “My name is Kylo by the way.” 

You grinned back at him, it felt good to not have him be just ‘the stranger’ anymore. 

“My names (Y/N). Now let’s go get that coffee I'm freezing.” 

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* A T-45 is a workout that is just you swimming for 45 minutes straight. It's really good for endurance swimmers and an easy way to get in a ‘lazy workout’

* Here is the suit in question, Jolyn makes awesome swimwear that's not just for competitive swimmers! https://jolyn.com/products/swim-onesies-jackson-4?variant=14283500290097 Just imagine its lime green :) 

okay so i found out that i have a kink for adam driver playing michael phelps in a movie, i’m not surprised in any way it just needs to happen. He is built like the perfect swimmer and I need it. this kink is mine and i’m proud of it.