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osakiharu · 1 year ago

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AND I DON’T KNOW IF I’LL EVER SEE YOU AGAIN !!

— saying goodbye to those certain people at school/college that you’ll probably never see again </3 (yes i wrote this because i finished college and this is how i felt about leaving some people and i’m sensitive)

content : gender neutral reader, i dont think this is angst so i have no idea what it is, its : :((, thats the genre y'all, me using a couple personal experiences to add in some accuracy

characters : mikey, kazutora, senju

notes : hey guys !! i finally finished my exams and college meaning i’m now on summer break and i finally have time to write ! thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this academic year esp since i was struggling a lot </3 i luv all of y’all so so so much and i hope y’all enjoy this EVEN THOUGH IM LOWKEY RUSTY ASF RN JUST TRUST THE PROCESS Y’ALL MY WRITING MAGIC WILL COME BACK SOON </3

˗ˏˋ MIKEY

- mikey is thee iconic class crush that everyone has (unless you’re not into mikey then that’s too bad you gotta change the character i’m sorry 😔)

- the type of person you’re friends with and is in all your classes, but you get a little rush of excitement when you see them

- the type of person you talk to like you’ve known them for years face to face, but wouldn’t dare ask to meet up with you and you can’t message them for shit because you think too much about your responses

- the type of person who somehow makes your ears burn but you can’t put your finger on why or how they do that

- you and mikey were always class friends - even teachers knew you guys as class friends and would hate when you sat with each other, knowing very well no work would get done

- he would always find a way to talk to you when you walked past him, to make a joke to you, possibly bully you a little (all with a kind heart and no malice of course) - and you always found a way to do it back which he loved <3

- you cherished him as a friend for some reason - out of all your class friends (not including closer friends that is) he felt special to you, and you could never and will never know why

- and so when the end of your time at school/college was getting closer you started to cherish your little interactions with him and got more and more excited to see him everyday :( - the way you guys interacted never changed, you just held it closer to you and appreciated it more

- on your last day you didn’t see him until the end of the day - he probably didn’t bother coming in early since it was the last day and he’s lazy 😒

- he approached you quickly with a little spring in his step, smiling widely at you like he always did (he was always happy to see you, you just never really realised) — you were very much prepared for a usual interaction; a little small talk, a clever joke of his, a laugh, and departure

- oh. a hug 🎉 — you literally could’ve cried. and don’t say no. yes you could’ve okay.

- “don’t get soppy on me now, y/n, hm? it’s not the end of the world, is it?” — TO YOU ☹️

- even though you wished he did, he didn’t spend any extra time with you, simply walking away with a goodbye and back to his friends — however he did message you when he got home <3

hey i just wanted to say i enjoyed being friends this year :)

in case i never see you again remember me by this <3

i’ll miss you, make sure you look after yourself !

- it was a video of a cat eating dorayaki and purring ?? makes sense 🫶 - although you were more surprised at the concept of a cat actually eating something like that

- though you appreciated and loved his messages, and responded with the same amount of appreciation, you kinda wish he hadn’t messaged you with his own little goodbye — although it wasn’t like losing a lifelong best friend it still left a little hole in the pit of your stomach, knowing you’d miss him, knowing you’d still talk about him with your friends sometimes

- probably wondering if he actually liked you as much as you liked him, wondering if you were simply just a person in his class or more of a friend ?

- you hope one day he’ll ask you to meet up and your friendship can be strengthened in the future but its unlikely to happen :/ - mainly because you’re probably not about to make the first move YEAH

˗ˏˋ KAZUTORA

- in your final year of school/college you ended up being together for a class - you could say he was kinda like your study buddy in the end 🤷‍♀️

-one day he saw you in the library and he asked if you could help him study for the upcoming test since he was struggling with the topic and he wanted to do well this time — lets be real, we all know kazutora would not take classes seriously 😭

- eventually it became a common thing for the both of you to do; meet in the library and go over the things he wanted to do (and it was convenient for you because it meant you could also simultaneously go over the difficult things too 🫶)

- you guys had a spot mikey called the ‘secret spot’ because it was hidden at the back behind a couple bookshelves — despite always being late to classes he was usually on time to your meet-ups

- he always greeted you by saying “hey, teach!” with only a pen and a scrap piece of paper

- as much as you liked seeing kazutora and becoming friends with him, studying with him was very hard sometimes — you could tell he was trying hard but he would kinda just stare and nod his head rather than listen because he would zone out

- once you guys finished studying, he’d simply ask you when you were able to meet next and would say his goodbye’s and thank you’s — sometimes you wanted to ask if he felt like meeting up outside of college or at least studying at your house since you guys got on so well, but you never did

- and he would make out of pocket jokes (they made you giggle but he doesn’t have to know that) — “is there anythin’ else i can do to get an A, professor? 🥺” boy 🤨

- you guys never ate lunch together or spoke to each other outside of lessons - it was almost like as soon as you guys left the classroom or library you didn’t know each other :(

- you had his socials and sometimes you’d receive messages at 12am about a theory he couldn’t understand 😭 — they always made you smile though and sometimes you guys even had little convos (mostly small talk though ugh)

- once you guys face timed 😟 — he thought you looked so pretty under the light of your desk lap and it made him kinda nervy so he was quieter than usual </3

- when exam season came around y’all were stressing over exams together like. the poor boy was SCARED — however, before each exam he would always come up to you when you were with your friends to ask how you were <3

- “i don’t know why you’re stressed, you’re the teacher here, sweets.”

- although you were excited for all the exams and college/school to end, you were also kinda dreading it — you knew the fact that you and kazutora wouldn’t have another study session again left a little ache in your chest

- when the final day arrived you thought he’d neglected to show up since you hadn’t seen him all day :((

- when the exam finished, however, he showed up out of nowhere asking how it went :0 - you guys had a long talk about the exam and how you guys hated whichever questions

- “well, i gotta get going now, my friend is giving me a ride home and i don’t wanna make him wait too much, i’m really sorry!” oh ☹️

- there it was. the feeling that came over you told you you’d probably never see him again, possibly never speak to him again except for some small talk at 11pm when he saw a funny post and decided to send it to you. the knowledge that you were losing a friend that you’d cherished your limited time with over the stressful year </3

- “yeah, it’s fine, don’t worry about it!” idiot.

- “i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

- you just nodded, despite there no longer being a tomorrow :(

- BOOOOOOOO

˗ˏˋ SENJU

- she was your friend in all of your classes <3

- literally since the first day of school/college she decided that you guys were gonna be friends

- every time you come into a lesson she’s always sat in the seat next to yours, and if she’s late she always looks for you with a bright smile on her face — even if other people changed seats in the class, you guys always stayed in the exact same seats next to each other

- “do you wanna do it together?” — y’all always worked on projects or class work together, especially presentations since senju said it just turned out better if you guys did it together

- y’all would also always panic together over presenting posters or presentations to the class and then talk about how good you did afterwards

- you guys always laughed together in classes and giggled at dumb jokes </3

- she would always make you walk with her to exams too — it’s not like she was ever panicking or worried, she just wanted to walk with you into the exam and talk about it after

- and once she bought you candy for your birthday even though you don’t remember telling her your birthday 😭 - “i got you these, i don’t know if you like them but you can try them!” me personally i’d cry

- also !! you guys would also talk outside of classes yay !! — on messages that is

- often she would message you about work, whether that was asking when homework was due in etc etc — but you guys would also message each other if you found out any gossip about people in your classes 😭😭😭

senju : babe, y’know that girl we were talking about the other day?? i found her boyfriend on tinder 😟

you : there’s no way… they’ve literally been dating for almost a year, his account should be deleted by now ?!

senju : wait what ?! how did you find out it’s been that long ☠️

you : oh i looked on her instagram yesterday lmao

- but 😁

- you guys just… didn’t talk to each other outside of class in person ??

- as soon as the class was over y’all didn’t really talk to each other, you never ate lunch together, you never studied together etc — you guys also never made plans or spoke to each other over summer breaks ?

- like y’all basically didn’t speak to each other for three months but when you came back after it was like no time had passed

- when the day of your final exam came around you guys walked to the room as usual, talking about what you did or didn’t want to come up

- before she went into the room she hugged you. you guys never hug. — “you’ll be fine, babe, you got this.” sobbing.

- when you came out of the exam she was gone as usual — it was rare for you guys to wait for each other at the end of lessons or exams anyways

- but that time you felt a little wave of sadness wash over you, perhaps a little ache in your chest as you realised that was probably the last time you’d ever walk down a corridor with her, to stress over something together, hear her little pep talks before doing exams, to do anything with her

- you took her hug as a goodbye </3 (for a while it seemed to leave a little hollow feeling in your chest when you thought of her) though it didn’t feel complete without hearing her say it

- sobbing tbh

reblogs appreciated <3

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frogofalltime · 10 months ago

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26.02.2024

i woke up at 10am and i was still So Exhausted and felt truly Awful but i forced myself to get up before 11. i ate breakfast and watched a youtube video by @strange-aeons that made me laugh and cheered me up a little. thank you strange we love you <3

then it was midday and i really needed to take a shower. but i couldn't do it and i was just getting increasingly upset. my mother messaged me to say sorry for upsetting me and that made me feel Even Worse. i just felt like i was stuck, like i had to detransition immediately, like i had no choice, like i needed to stop being selfish and hurting her through my own desires, etc

when i finally got in the shower i just ended up overthinking and feeling even worse. i was completely panicking. i didn't know how i could live like this.

alhamdulillah, thank God, i wasn't all alone. i have the best boyfriend in the universe. @etherealspacejelly talked to me and calmed me down. i cried a bit, but in the end i felt like it wasn't all so hopeless anymore. i ate some lunch, and then took a short walk outside, because the sun was out and i needed to clean out my brain. while walking i listened to some very angry emo music which helped somehow. and i also saw a very beautiful pigeon.

(look at her !! an angel !!)

then i had therapy at 4pm, which helped a lot. my therapist said it seems like my gender identity isn't actually the root problem; my mother struggles a lot with her attachment to and understanding of me, so she would probably be upset to see me growing up away from her no matter what that growth looked like. and they also told me i don't have to make any decisions just yet. i don't have to rush into anything that makes me unhappy just to put a temporary bandage over our relationship. so that was really useful to know.

after therapy i was exhausted so i just sat at my desk for half an hour. but a fire alarm started going off in a nearby building and it was making me overwhelmed so i went out to buy some groceries from the store just down the street (i really couldn't handle going to the actual supermarket). i bumped into my friend's boyfriend there, which was kinda awkward because he kept trying to talk to me but i was really not in the mood / didn't have the energy to talk.

when i got home the fire alarm was still going and it was Autism Hell. i put away my shopping and cooked a proper meal for dinner just to drown out the noise. eventually it stopped and i was able to eat in peace.

after eating i washed my dishes, prayed, and went to bed. for some reason someone was setting off fireworks nearby, which were so loud that it really sounded like bombs. i have always hated fireworks, but especially since last october it has felt extremely wrong and terrifying every time i hear them. i couldn't stop thinking about the people whose lives are destroyed by those same sounds every day.

i must have finally gotten to sleep, because i had bad dreams and woke up at 7am to my alarm. i'm still really tired, but i am going to try my best to make it through all my classes today.

#binya of the day #tw heavy #tw transphobia #tw parental issues

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astraymetronome · 3 years ago

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Peril

Whatever Floats Your Boat - Chapter Six (Final)

Summary

After over two months of work on Float, Izuku has got a good hold of it all. Though when pulled out on a patrol and attacked he desperately needs it to work, and his emotions are making everything haywire.

Notes

This is it! We're in the final stretch! Ah! I’m so happy I actually kept this idea! I got the idea for this last January, basically 4 or so months before I found Ao3 and waited two weeks to make an account! About two days before I started this, I waited a week to post anything, I saw a tik tok video about the quirk and it reminded me of my conditions!

When Izuku woke up in Recovery Girl’s office, it was still decently early; no later than 10 in his opinion as he rubbed the back of his head and sat up. He gave a little wince as he put his hand over his chest at the phantom pains under his hoodie. His hand was cramping pretty bad so he knew he needed his meds, so he swept his feet over the edge before Chiyo walked in with a pill cup in hand and then gave him a smile. Midoriya gave a shaky one in response as she pushed the container into his palm before handing him a cone of water. He gulped them down before depositing the trash into the bin and getting to his feet with a little wince.

“That’s your prescription and some pain killers for your ribs, they’re going to be tender for a couple of days.” He nodded as the woman spoke, understanding what she meant. He didn’t need her to say anything, able to tell from her eyes she was going to kill him if he wore a binder before she cleared him. He sighed and gave a nod, he wasn’t surprised to not be handed his belonging, his binder, and instead into the eyesight of his Sensei.

He gave a sheepish smile and little wave as the man’s glare softened with relief before speaking, “I’m glad you’re safe Problem Child, but I need you to know I’m making you eat then sleep when we get back to the dorms. You’ll be better by the time our patrol is scheduled so I want you as fit for that as possible.” Izuku gave a nod in response, he knew the man wouldn’t push him though he also enjoyed the man's way of thinking.

He gave a nod as his face turned serious to show the man he intended on listening. He was tightly hugged by the pro and couldn’t help him smile as the man spoke into his hair. “I did some research into some safer ways to bind. You should try Trans Tape, I did some research and it seems safer to use while training than your normal binders.” Izuku looked up as he spoke and simply just pushed his head into Aizawa’s collar bone. He nodded into the cloth as he wiggled from the contact and stood beside the man before heading down to the dorms. The students made their own meals and ate what lunch rush made on school days otherwise. The dorms had an allowance for food basically and the teacher is always present when they get groceries.

Once the pair got to the dorms, Aizawa and Midoriya walked over into the kitchen. Momo was still in her Pajamas and Iida was in someday clothes already. The black-haired girl looked over with a little remorse as she handed him a bowl of Tsukemono with rice. He gave a little smile in response, “Thank you Momo-san.” He used sun since she was considered “older” than him and he cared about his classmate, she was the class’s vice representative and he normally used Kun for Iida when they spoke since he was the representative.

The black-haired woman smiled in response before she leaned into the counter as he picked at the meal with his chopsticks. “No worries Midoriya-san! I’m sorry about what Mineta did, Bakugou told all of the girls pretty much.” He looked up at her words before Iida spoke before the pro behind him could.

“He’s been moved to the general course, I’m pretty sure that we're replacing him with that other purple-haired kid. Shinso is joining class 1A.” Izuku’s eyes widened at it as he smiled and happily hummed in response since his mouth was full.

The three of them chatted while they ate, the teacher getting himself some coffee as he hovered around them, they all knew it was because the pro wanted to make sure he listened and actually went to bed. Once Izuku was done he managed to convince them to let him clean up their dishes, though it took a lot of effort, and cleaned them pretty quickly as the meds kicked in. He got drowsy as he turned to Shouta; the pro smiling as he rubbed at his eyes. “Head up to your room; make sure you eat lunch, kid.”

He nodded before heading up to his room, once he was inside the dorm he basically curled up in bed, passing out in moments of getting comfortable.

Izuku had healed well over the week in between his patrol and the incident as he started to call it. He didn’t like to really talk about it since it was embarrassing and he was very uncomfortable with the memory. He had avoided the general education classes like the plague, not wanting to be seen by Mineta since he was aware of the teen's situation and he didn’t wanna risk being outed. He had changed into his hero costume. He wasn't bothering with the trans tape since it rubbed strange when he had it on and he was going to be out all night so a sports bra would be more comfortable and easier to move in. He was waiting in the lobby area of Eraserhead’s agency. A small place, basically just his house. It was self-run which honestly was not what he expected.

He and his Sensei were going to be patrolling, a bunch of students was out and since the limit was one student per teacher he ended up with Aizawa since he could catch up to him without his quirk on rooftops. That fact shocked everyone, including Midoriya and Aizawa themselves. His stomach turned with nerves as he waited, his meds had yet to kick in so he was picking at his nail beds only to have his hands pushed down by a pair of larger ones.

“We’ve talked about doing that Midoriya, try to keep your gloves on.” The pro said getting a nod from the shorter of the two.

“Yes, Aizawa-san.” He responded as he slipped them on and got to his feet when the man took a couple of steps back.

“Alright, before we go tell me, what do you think we should do?” Shouta motioned to himself as Izuku looked him over. It took a second so he racked his brain before smiling.

“Stretch? I did that before I put on my costume.” The pro nodded and smiled as he handed the student a nutrient pouch before drinking on his own. Izuku gulped his down quickly as well, understanding that it was light on the stomach but healthy so if you do get hit hard enough to puke you either have nothing or it's quick and you’re right back in the fight.

The two headed up to the roof pretty easily once they had finished, the two started to hop from roof to roof with ease and very little noise, not even startling the strays in the alleys below. The wind was cold but his hero suit had heat circulation so he wasn't too bothered by it, his mask was comfortable on his face, he could roll and brace with ease even though it seemed like an obstacle. If they weren't trying to be quiet he’d be a giggling mess at the joy this gave him, when he visited home if his mental health dropped he’d just run on the roofs for an hour or so. He gave a little sigh before the two were attracted by the sound of a scream.

Immediately the two turned and started in that direction, they looked down to see a woman trying to get out of the grasp of a man. He was grabbing at her and trying to put a knife to her throat but she was putting up a good fight. Aizawa waved him to go in, the man knowing full well he could handle it alone. Deku dropped down, immediately he grabbed the man's neck, he held tightly, the shock was enough for the woman to slip out and start to bolt away. The lack of the other presence was enough to tell him the pro went off to comfort her.

He groaned as he was hit in the face with a first, stumbling back as he quickly got into a fighting stance and kept his eyes on the man. He lacked any obvious quirk, the lack of being open with his hands said it wasn't a five-finger touch. The man looked him up and down before a smile crept to his face. “Well, I like them young anyway.”

Izuku swallowed uncomfortably as he took a step back before the man through a sloppy right hook. He ducked under it quickly and went ahead with a kick to the stomach on his own. The man took some steps back and groaned loudly before growing as he got back up. He took the man's moment of weakness to get behind him and to trip the male before elbowing the back of his neck, panting as he fell still.

He groaned as he lifted up his hands and tied them behind his back before turning on coms. “Eraserhead, I need you to contact for pickup.” He then proceeded to prop him against the wall, how the hell did he beat this guy, he’s like two times Deku’s size. A click was all he got in response, knowing that meant the man was taking care of it as he waited.

After a couple of moments, the pro came over with the detective, directing the assaulter to be arrested by two officers. Izuku was upon the person watching them before he dropped down, startling Tsukauchi as Aizawa held in a bit of laughter at it. “You did good kid, I’ll need you to make an incident report later so make sure Eraser takes you down to the station after your shift.” he nodded to the man before he turned to leave, leaving him scrambling up to the roofs and Shouta was a bit more graceful.

The two of them were in a comfortable silence as they went around, stopping the occasional crime, both fighting or fighting separately. He was happy to be out with his teacher since the man was generally interesting when on the field. They’d been given a break about halfway through, Aizawa handing his student an Onigiri and taking one of his own from the lunch pack he had. Izuku ate it pretty swiftly, happy with his food as they spoke a little no louder than a whisper to keep their location private.

The two of them were so comfortable that they took a second to notice the person who entered the alley below them. They kept an eye on it, finishing their food quickly before hoping for a better stance. It was a five-story drop, not something you wanna fall off of. Deku moved back a little, turning around to see five other figures on the nearby roofs. He immediately tapped Eraser’s shoulder and motioned around while signing five.

The figures were getting closer so they motioned out a plan, Eraser was going to keep him out of his sight and focus on three of the four, He had the other two and more than likely the one below as well depending on how everything goes. He was to try and refrain from his quirk but he was allowed to use it. The two gave nods to acknowledge it before Aizawa fixed his goggles and moved to attack.

Izuku wasn’t too sure how he should go about it, he normally just threw a punch but he’d started to adapt to using his legs better and he needed his legs to stay on the roof since falling wasn’t an option here. He couldn’t make out any details of the villains so for now he'd try to keep aware of their locations. Aizawa wasn’t here anymore, he was going around to flank them and he was the bait. The wind made him shiver as it combined with his own nerves, the heat from his suit not even being able to help as he took a few steps closer to the edge to seem hopeless despite its true job: to let him keep an eye on the sixth person.

The one on the floor was making their way up, he figured they’d try to pull him off and kill him with a swift fall so he walked forward and stood on the roof before two hopped on, one pulled out a knife, the other barehanded. The woman probably had a touch-based quirk since she had no gloves, the man was either a mutation or a transformation at his guess. He’d need to take care of the lady first.

Deku was quick to rush her, the surprise in her eyes was noted as he quickly swept her with his leg, the other starting to head over the knife that he barely managed to dodge from the ground. He then grabbed the wrist, twisting to disarm as he pulled himself up and onto the man's back. He brought the arm with him, holding it to his back as he pushed it up. He went to snag the blade, throwing it to the side as the woman got up to throw a punch. He moved, causing her instead to pound her fist into her teammates back. He took a couple of steps away, closer to the edge than he intended as he looked over to see two others in a fight with Erazer, the third out for the count on a roof nearby.

Izuku moved into a fighting stance as he kept his abdomen open to bait a swing or anything, kicking the knife off the roof with his foot. The man grimaced as he got closer, one arm far limper than the other. The woman got closer then stopped, her eyes shifting behind him as she grabbed the other’s arm. Deeply confused, Deku went to take a step closer only to feel a sharp pain in his calf as he turned to look. He stumbled moving to catch himself before his leg was tugged back. His eyes widened as he looked over to see the sixth person behind him, below and held in place by a rope before he felt the wind as gravity took control.

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Aizawa had just knocked the third one out when a scream hit his ears. He turned using his quirk to see two standing over an edge, one was clearly laughing as he bolted over kicking the two in the back before throwing out his scarf. He knew it was Midoriya who made the sound, he knew it was but he desperately needed it to have been anyone else. His scarf snagged something that he quickly started to pull on only, he couldn’t pull it up…

He tied his scarf around his waist as he quickly put zip ties on the wrists of the two who nearly killed his student before turning to the edge. Midoriya was barely holding onto a metal bar, about a story below, he on the other hand had a man wrapped up in his scarf. He undid it from his waist before calling out. “Deku! Are you alright?!” He swallowed his nerves as he watched the student’s quirk flicker on his skin.

“Y-yes! He p-pulled me off, I still have a knife in my calf… I hit the wall and it pushed in deeper!” Shouta was relieved that he was at least safe even if his leg's status said otherwise. He pulled the other man up before quickly zip-tying his wrists together and at the sight of blood on his hand, as much as he wanted, didn’t push him square in the face.

He threw the scarf out, letting it dangle in reach of his student as the teen watched it. He went to try and grab it with one of his hands only for the rod to creak. Aizawa watched the teen’s eyes widen before trying to grab at the scarf a little more; he, on the other hand, moved over as well to try and help since he couldn’t really tie it to anything but himself. The rod snapped as Midoriya got one hand onto the fabric, slipping a little before he grabbed ahold. He’d be surprised if that didn’t sting. He tried to sway his student in a way to keep his leg from hitting the wall as to try and prevent any more damage to the wound, just a glance was enough to see the blood staining his student’s suit.

The teen’s mask was still on but with how he was holding you could tell he was tired, watching as he tried to tie the fabric around his waist in the form of a harness. The kid’s green hair was visible, since the fabric hiding it had fallen back but he was more focused on the fact his student was slipping. Shouta was swift to start to pull him up before he noticed movement behind him, not reacting fast enough to prevent the loss of balance.

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Izuku screamed, as much as he wished he’d had a different reaction, he had screamed in response to falling. He’d managed to grab onto something in the middle of his drop, he now knows it’s a rod, the momentum causing him to ram into the brick wall. The impact broke a rib, the pain was enough to tell him that. His chest hurt pretty bad and the trans tape would have made it worse.

He held on for dear life before the man above him jumped down, planning on sacrificing himself to take the teen out though he stopped in the middle of it. Deku gave a nervous glance before smiling at the sight of his teacher. He barely managed to register the fact he spoke, responding to what he’s pretty sure he asked. “Y-yes! He p-pulled me off, I still have a knife in my calf… I hit the wall and it pushed in deeper!”

His shout was met with the man being removed, he watched as he was pulled up before looking down below: it was still a four-story drop. He turned his attention back to the sky when he noticed something moving in his peripherals, it was a scarf. He closed his eyes tightly before reaching for it. He gasped when a loud creak hit his ears, cracks forming around the base of the metal rod. He held tight before pushing himself to grab at the fabric once it broke. He held tightly, slipping at first and burning his hands.

He was pretty heavily jerked when he tightened his grip to stop a slight descent. He was getting pretty disoriented, he could feel blood dripping down his foot at this point. Watching the man above him, Izuku took as much of the loose fabric as possible before starting to wrap it around himself. He wasn’t gonna risk letting himself go limp until he was sure he was safe. He didn’t know a lot about aerial ace but the fabric was similar.

He made a little noise when he felt the rope slack, looking up, his eyes wide at the sight of the older man falling towards him. His Danger sense went off immediately, finally choosing to be active as they shouted at him. Nine!? Come on!

The voices were loud and he was getting closer to the ground. Blood filled his ears as he looked around desperately, he was dizzy and his vision was spotty but he knew he needed to stop. He needed Float, he needed Nana! He needed to protect himself so he could stop his Sensei from falling. His brain kept going back to the memories of the woman in his visions, so gentle and supportive. She looked uplifting and soft to the touch, he badly wanted to be held by her since it was like a mirror copy of his mom.

He was jolted to a stop suddenly, gasping as he quickly grabbed for his teacher who held back. They were both breathing heavily, Izuku was sore all over as he desperately held onto the man who easily held onto the teen. “Midoriya,” His voice was surprisingly calm despite the fact they could have easily just died. “Kid, we're fine. It’s not even much of a drop at this point.” He told him as the man probably looked around. He kept his eyes closed nice and tight before shifting a little. As the man slipped away from him, making the teen squeak as he tried to grab at him.

He opened his eyes to see that the drop had gone from four stories to half of one. Izuku was shaking as he righted himself and moved closer to the ground. He landed on his hurt foot with a wince before lifting it up as the pro quickly held him. Midoriya was heavily embarrassed at it but once the weightless feeling in his chest left he was met with overwhelming exhaustion. He blinked a little as his teacher pulled his own goggles to his neck before removing his mask. The teen squirmed a little since he was relatively uncomfortable, barely registering the fact his teacher was calling a pickup team.

He watched the man cut a strip off his scarf and tightly give him a tourniquet just below his knee. It was tight and uncomfortable but he didn’t fight it, he glanced at where he’d originally been dangling from, seeing the obvious puddle of blood that was spattered around. His teacher was speaking, the moving of his lips was enough to tell him that but he couldn’t make the words out. It wasn’t that important anyway, he really just wanted to take a nap. He had closed his eyes before being quickly shaken awake, the teen groaned in response as he put his head into his teacher’s shoulder as he was being carried. The last thing he remembered was movement and the sight of UA before everything went black.

White, all he managed to register was the white of the roof above him. The I.V. bag next to him along with a figure. His teacher was asleep in his chair so the teen didn’t bother to disturb him. He looked around a little, shifting enough to feel the bandages across his chest and the stinging in his leg. After a moment someone seemed to come in, he looked over at Recovery Girl only for her to give him a smile and increase the speed at which the morphine dripped. It only took a couple of minutes for him to fall back asleep.

The next time he woke up, it was more bright in the room, the sun was probably up but as he sat up he couldn’t help a loud wince. The shock it sent through his system was very painful. Aizawa had seemed to just walk back in, he was holding two bottles of water so when he walked over he opened it before handing it to the teen. Izuku gladly took the bottle and drank a good amount before the pro basically made him stop. “You shouldn’t push your stomach, you’ve been pretty out of it for the past few days.”

Midoriya was very confused by that, as far as he was aware it had only been a couple of hours. “What?..” He questioned as the man basically tried to make him lay back down.

“You lost a lot of blood, kid. The only reason you didn't bleed out was because you kept that knife in your leg.” Aizawa’s voice was thick with worry but the pro simply just smiled and put his hand in his curls. Izuku leaned into the contact as the man did this only to be upset when it was removed. He desperately wanted it to stay but the man gave him a little smile. “Now lay back down, we can’t have you passing out, kid. You need to sleep.”

He nodded a little as he listened, laying on his side and keeping his I.V. arm out of the way and not easily pulled or moved. He was fine with falling back asleep, as much as he wanted to be sure everything was fine with his teacher, he was still probably under the effects of stuff in his I.V. bag.

It took a couple of healing sessions but Izuku was okay. Other than some soreness and phantom pains in his leg, he healed up pretty well. He still felt pretty bad about it but his quirk was working better. Float stopped activating on accident and he could control his elevation and how he was generally when he was using it. He’d managed to talk to Nana the next time he had a vision, being able to hug her even if it didn’t feel like one. In the end, Float was an experience and the teen didn’t want the other developments to be like this and Black whip. That would be a bit much in his opinion.

With how much Izuku had been working this was a long-awaited development. Out of everything from the last few months, they just got lucky he’d managed to get it to work. Aizawa seemed to be more aware of his student, keeping an eye on him since ever since the incident the teen had been more nervous of roofs and of free falling. He was planning on working on that, the kid didn’t deserve to be so jumpy after that accident. Overall, Shouta was glad he hadn’t lost a student and if in the process he gained a newfound trust in the kid, then at least he was there.

Endnotes

I’m so glad to have worked on this and I do not regret it at all! If I do ever get off this site I swear to leave these up and to try my hardest to finish my creations before that! I hope you have enjoyed it!

#mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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— genshin boys and how you take care of them when they’re sick.

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and xiao x gn! reader

ೃ tags: modern au, headcanons, and tooth-rotting fluff.

ೃ 200 to 300 words per character.

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CHILDE:

Childe has a very strong immunity system. No lame flu could ever get him. Mayhaps it's the below 0-degree temperature in Snezhnaya that helped his body grow accustomed to certain climates and temperatures? Because according to him, he "takes colds and kicks ass." However, after having too much fun and getting too competitive with Scaramouche at the Dragonspine Ski Resort, he's struck down with a terrible fever. From Sneznaya's Greatest Love Machine to sick babie in (y/n)'s care. He's not necessarily the whiny type but Childe is very helpless. Whether it was intentional or not, he couldn’t help himself at all. He forgets about the cough drops he has to drink and you have to remind him about it, when he refuses to eat Goulash fresh from Dragonspine and demands for alphabet soup, or when you're doing work in the living room and he comes up to you wrapped in a burrito blanket, asking for cuddles because "hugs are the best medicine." to which, you would reply with a hard "no." because you couldn't risk the both of you getting sick. (Even though you were craving hugs from him too.) Due to your boyfriend's stubbornness, it took a week before he could fully recover. And when he did, you bet he rushes to you, screaming, "I'm cured!" peppering you with kisses on your cheek and enveloping you in hugs that you've longed so much from him.

DILUC:

Colds are Diluc's worst enemy. Whenever he got remotely sick when he was a kid, whether it be a runny nose or a small allergy, his immune system literally betrays him. So, when he gets sick, he literally gets sick. Since then, He vowed to maintain a healthy body. You've never even seen him get a headache! It's always been Diluc taking care of you whenever you’re down with a cold. You had always wished for a moment where the tables would turn and it would be you taking care of him for once. That would soon happen on a particularly normal day. Diluc approaches you and asks if you could check his temperature. You bring out a thermometer to check if he has a fever, and it read 38 degrees. Diluc suddenly panics. His face red as a tomato and feeling woozy and lightheaded, your boyfriend wraps his arm around you for support as you bring him to your bedroom. Then, he suddenly sneezes. An adorable sniffle you did not expect to hear from your boyfriend or from anyone as handsome as him at all. It was the cutest "achoo." you've ever heard. You giggle, reaching for his neatly folded pajamas in the closet and handing it to him. "Pretend you didn't hear that." He says coldly, trying to not act embarrassed. Since that night and until he became well, you barely left Diluc’s side. He's wrapped in a blanket, his usual well-dressed get up is replaced with a dark gray hoodie and joggers, your stuffed plushies are cuddled up beside Diluc to keep him company whilst he's bed-ridden, and you're bringing him healthy and delicious meals to help him get better soon. When he had finally recovered, Diluc thought that maybe getting sick wasn't all that bad. Especially if the the one most dearest to him could love and care for him so well while he’s at his weakest.

KAEYA:

Kaeya tries to hide his cold at first. He doesn't want to make you worry too much. After all, he's not the type to get so sick easily anyway. T'was the cursed downpour of rain on that particular Wednesday night after his evening classes to blame for all of this. When you're around him, he clears his throat every time he has the urge to cough, He tries to sneeze as quietly as possible so you wouldn't hear, and he takes his daily medicine for colds behind your back. It wasn't til you accidentally hear his loud coughs whilst he was on his phone when you realized that he had a cold for the past few days now. You were a bit sad at first because Kaeya shouldn't have hid this from you, and yet, you quickly understood when he told you why. Since then, you've been taking care of him. He would lie on your lap as you apply a fever patch on his forehead, massaging his temples, as he coos adoringly at your gestures of affection. In fact, he loved the special treatment that he was getting from you so much, that even if he was getting better, he still asked if you could rub his temples to ease the pain he's been feeling from his common colds. Although it is very clear that he's already free of his illness, you chose to play along with him. and so from then on, giving Kaeya a loving massage became a part of your daily routine, and he was loving every minute of it.

ZHONGLI:

As a herb and tea enthusiast, Zhongli is able to keep a healthy mind and body. Chamomile tea before the two of you go to bed and a scented humidifier wafting around your house to rid of the germs. However, after eating something he had ordered for the both of you on Postmates and not knowing there was seafood in it, his mild allergies suddenly strike him with a severe cold. Zhongli hates this feeling. He hates not being able to get up, water the plants, read his books, or stroll around the city with you. He had no physical energy to do anything. He kept your house as clean and as influenza-free as possible. Yet here was, on your shared bed, speaking in a nasally but cute voice, a glass of orange juice on the bedside table, and tuned in to the Discovery Channel because it was the closest he could get to the wonderful world around him whilst he was sick. "I miss hearing your soothing voice." You say jokingly, drying a hot towel so you can pat and place it on Zhongli's forehead. "I'm afraid I can't do anything right now, my love. I'm sorry. A-Actually... my body feels hot. I think I need to take a shower." Wearing a bathrobe or else he'd shiver and have his condition worsen, you help your boyfriend take a hot bath by washing his hair and help dry it right after. Zhongli wasn't the type of boyfriend to ask for these kinds of things, but it was such a sweet gesture. You gingerly wash his hair, spread shampoo around his auburn streaks and small upward curls, and massaging his head in the process. He hums in delight whilst you giggle at his utters of praise, leaving him once you're done with your deed. After a relaxing bath that had probably defeated the colds that was plaguing him, Zhongli is back on his feet the next day. Unfortunately, you were the next victim of this stupid flu and now, it was Zhongli's turn to take care of you and making sure you would get the love and treatment that you had given him.

XIAO:

Calling your boyfriend stubborn when he's sick is quite an understatement. As a very productive person, Xiao always sets a certain amount of things to do as his goal for the day. Going to the skate park, hanging out with you, playing sports, or playing video games were just many of the activities he would do in a span of a day. But, when he catches a cold after staying up too late (sleep is for the weak! According to the Vigilant Yaksha as the mad lad had stayed up till 7 AM) after getting too invested in playing Resident Evil Village, he comes down with a flu that same afternoon. And so, his usual routine of going to the skate park, hanging out with you, and playing video games were soon to be replaced with lounging in the bed, taking medicine, being reprimanded by (Y/N) for moving too much, and feeling like shit because he can't do anything at all. You will literally shoot daggers when you see your boyfriend dashing around because he's supposed to be in bed, getting all the rest he can get. You were very strict with him, simply because you had to. Xiao was very careless after all. You were cooking dinner that same night when Xiao comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering, "I can go to school with you tomorrow." "Xiao... no you won't. Go to back to bed. I'll bring you the Veggie Radish Soup there." You reply harshly, paying no attention to him at all. His tsundere tendencies were showing when you deliver the soup to him and he grumbles, "Y-you don't have to take care of me like this. It was my fault as to why I got sick in the first place. I can take care of myself, you know." You raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing yet loving look. "I know that. But, I'm doing this because I love you. You're my freaking boyfriend for petesake! Why would I not care for you like this!?"

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simpforchuchu · 3 years ago

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can u write about soft and domestic draken? like maybe a cuddle session or something really soft that makes my heart warm

Draken x reader who is deaf and dumb

A/n:Really sorry for the delay, having bad times and trying my best.Hope you like it and love youu 😚🥰

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: some bad people maybe ... JUST FLUFF

The young boy hadn't even noticed the girl who is new in his class. However, the whole lesson everyone had talked about that girl. He was sleeping so deeply because they got into a fight last night.he hadn't even heard the bell, and would never have woken up without his friend coming to wake him up.

"Ken-chin, wake up. My dorayaki is over, I'm hungry."

"Oi, Mikey! Are you coming?"

Hearing Baji's voice, Mikey poked Draken some more, and Draken stood up grumbling and looked around nervously.

The entire class stood aside, watching them in horror. Toman's leader and vice captain were right in front of them right now. Draken looked terrifying to everyone. When the young man glanced around, he was surprised by a pair of eyes staring at him in surprise. Usually no one would look him in the eye. Besides, this cute girl was looking so sweet Draken felt like he was blushing.

He was always kind to girls. He felt like it was his duty to protect them. But this girl… He had never seen this girl before. Who was this girl?

When Mikey looked in the direction Draken was looking, he grinned and made fun of his friend with silly jokes. But Draken didn't listen and walked out of the classroom.

...

After lingering and eating in the canteen, when he went to the line to get something and everyone was giving way to him, someone was showing a paper in their hand to the clerk in the canteen and she hadn't noticed. It was that girl. Draken was startled to understand what she was doing. He wondered if he was a foreign student. He was startled when the girl came out of the line and bumped into him when she turned around.

The girl looked at him with a sad expression and wrote something in her notebook. Draken watched her in surprise and didn't say anything. He frowned at the note that the girl handed him and was shocked by what he read.

"I'm so sorry. I can't hear voices and I can't speak, I didn't see you. Please don't be mad at me."

Draken didn't know what to do. He didn't know sign language, he knew she wouldn't be able to hear him if he answered. He held out his hand so as not to offend the young girl and slowly asked for the pen. He wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

"I was wrong, no need to apologize. Bon appetit! :)"

The young girl smiled and bowed as she read it. Draken also smiled broadly and waved at the waving girl, watching her leave in surprise.

...

The young boy had been watching his classmate for a while. He noticed that he was starting to like her very much and didn't know what to do. He couldn't even tell the young girl that he liked her. So he started watching videos and buying books to learn sign language. He simply wanted to make her happy.

The young girl was very happy every time he said something to her with his fingers and this made Draken happy too. He was grinning stupidly and trying to help the young girl in everything.

He learned about the chocolate she always bought and quietly left it on her table. During one day, he found two of those chocolates and a note, and he smiled widely.

"Let's eat together!"

...

He became more and more close friends with the young girl. He even introduced her to Mikey and was glad that she got along well with Mikey. But he hadn't told her much about Toman and himself yet, thinking that such an angelic girl would not be with a punk like her.

...

One day, after school, he saw that some idiots were bothering her in the street and that the young girl couldn't make her voice and painful expression on her face, he rushed there.he didn't stop his anger and beat them all badly. When the young girl's tiny hands touched his shoulder, he quickly stood up and checked her. When he asked her if she was okay with his fingers, and when he realized that she was okay, he took a sigh of relief and hugged the girl in front of him with excitement.

He was so afraid of losing her, that something might happen to her.he didn't want that. He wanted to tell her everything, not to be late. And finally he did. He shyly told her that he loved her, and he got the answer "me too".

Yes, the girl he loved loved him too, he was now the happiest man in the world.

#tokyo revengers #draken x you #draken fic #draken x reader #draken #draken fluff

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espressokiri · 3 years ago

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Hi there. Another Muslimah here.

Hope you don't mind me sending you an ask. I read your fic about the BNHA boys with a muslim s/o. It was really good. I loved it so much. (There aren't many fics like this, which is a shame cause we like fanfics too. So this was very refreshing. Thank you.💚😉)

Could you do one for the Haikyuu boys, specifically Tsukishima, Kuroo, Sugawara, and Bokuto. But only if you want to, of course.

Hope you have a great and productive day.

Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi, and Bokuto Koutarou x Hijabi!reader

In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: You're welcome to send asks anytime <3 I may be slow at getting through them but I will make sure to get them out! Thank you for being so sweet anon <3 I hope you enjoy this one! ^^ I’m sorry if it seems bland as I was slowly losing ideas.

Tsukishima Kei

His eyes would constantly drift to you during class hours, lips twitching into a smile as he would watch you struggle with the assignment sheet given during history class.

Would take that as a leeway to make conversation and help you out.

"Tsk, can't even do a simple history assignment?"

Just sits down next to you and points out what you did wrong while helping you out.

Flinches his hand away and mutters a sorry if your hands accidentally graze each others.

He knows how strict the dating rules were and he admired it, thinking it was a safe way to keep them away from harm and heartbreak.

Becomes your unofficial tutor just to spend more time with you.

Has the urge to flick your forehead most times when you purposely tease him.

Is worried when he sees you zoning out in the middle of class during Ramadan, you have to convince him you're fine and that you're getting your studying done despite the odd sleep schedule you've created.

He'll give you a small box of his favourite treat, strawberry short cake, randomly throughout Ramadan because he knows you crave more sweets during the days you fast than regular days.

He calls you a masochist when he finds you watching cooking/baking videos while fasting.

Will stop by your house to drop off pastries during Eid for you and your family because he wants to peak at you all dressed up as he's only seen you in your school uniform or in casual but modest fashion.

He feels a sense of security, enjoying the aspect of getting to know someone with no sense of rush.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He's such an awkward nerd please.

Wants to approach you but fears he might accidentally offend you due to his provocative nature, hence resorts to staring at you from across the room.

Would research more about your religion and would use that as a way to start small talk;

“Hey, uh, I was wondering how do you manage to pray Zuhr when you’re in school? Isn’t it bad that you have to miss it?”

“Oh uh, I usually run home as soon as I can or pray in my club room if there are meetings, my club members are very understanding.”

“Oh... I see.”

“That’s pretty cool of you to be concerned, Kuroo-san.”

Cue him asking you random but wholesome questions with genuine curiosity.

“Did you know men who oppress women are considered to not follow Islam? I find that really nice that women are equal to men in your religion!”

You smile at him and his interest in your religion.

Study sessions in the library because you both wanted to spend time with each other but he knows it is wrong for a male to be alone in the same room as the opposite gender so you both opted for the library where there are lots of people.

Gasps and immediately looks away when you unravel the scarf around your head to fix;

“Y/n! You can’t do that!!”

“I’m wearing an underscarf calm down.”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic male but smiled at his respectful nature.

Ramadan? Catch him ruining his sleep schedule just to have movie nights with you through the phone and Netflix Party.

Kenma teases him about it because Kuroo used to yell at him about his own staying up late gaming obsession.

Likes it when you wear a cap on top of your hijab, he thinks it looks cool on you.

He’ll convince you to skip school during Eid if it falls on a school day, telling you that it’s important that you spend at least the first day of it with your family.

Overall, he’s the type to keep up with the Islamic calendar and learn new facts daily as he asks you to explain each and everything about your religion and lifestyle.

Sugawara Koushi

See’s you for the first time with Kiyoko when he went to excuse her from class for managerial duties.

Smitten from first sight.

Begs Kiyoko to let you be her assistant manager.

He keeps a distance from you during your first introduction and conversation because he didn’t know what you were comfortable with.

He was in awe to find out there were sports hijab when he saw you sporting one to play a short game with an over-enthusiastic Hinata.

“Here, stay hydrated.”

Hands you a bottle of water along with a towel, a newfound respect for playing in hot weather conditions fully covered.

Due to the chaotic nature of the first and second years, Sugawara would run to cover your eyes with his jacket or hover his hands in front of your face whenever Tanaka would rip off his shirt to swing around whenever he spiked.

Sugawara had to stop himself multiple times from clapping his hand onto your shoulder, resulting in him just smacking either Asahi or Daichi when they mention him almost touching you.

Outings between you two is always monitored by the third years, Asahi smiling proudly at his friend Suga while Daichi and Kiyoko would sneakily take candid pictures of you both.

“What’s one verse you hold dear to your heart?”

You look at him from the warm mug of drink you are holding, tilting your head as you look at him in confusion. Sugawara felt the tips of his ears go red at the cute expression you held, and explains his question.

“Ah,” you thought long and hard before giving him an answer, “ ‘Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear...’ I find that part of the verse very reassuring in times when I feel like I’m overwhelmed.”

Sugawara held onto every word, finding the beauty behind those words, he felt at peace. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiles.

It felt like he was more excited than you for Ramadan.

He would read out loud the Japanese translation of the Quran after you read out the Arabic words in a beautiful and soothing voice. He wanted to understand and learn.

He was hooked onto the peaceful energy the month brought despite life going on normally.

This man would wear a formal Kimono when your family invites his over for Eid, he wanted to make the best impression despite already meeting them in passing.

Suga had a sense of security and comfort around him and you felt lucky to have met someone such as him.

Bokuto Koutarou

Oh God.

Akaashi had a field day trying to stop him from initiating any and every kind of physical affection when he first introduced you to him.

Bokuto is a man who expresses himself with affection, so he was lucky for Akaashi to explain to him why he shouldn’t initiate any physical affection without asking for what you considered crossing a boundary.

He knows he can’t drag you to the gym to watch him play volleyball by hand, so he asks you to hold onto the end of a pen, which you took, confused as to what the male exactly wants before realizing he was holding the other end and using that to drag you to where the gym was.

It was oddly endearing.

“Did you see my spike, Y/n?! Didya see?!”

“Yes, Bokuto. It was really cool!”

Cue a chest puffed up Bokuto who grinned with pride.

Invites you to eat lunch with him and Akaashi on the roof.

Having to refuse his food because you weren’t sure if there was pork in it or not.

This made Bokuto stop bringing in food that contained pork, not knowing even aside from that, he had to have the halal form of chicken or beef.

Akaashi had to explain everything to him when he asked him once.

Tried to go vegetarian one day, failed the minute he took a bite out of his food.

Feels bad when he eats on days you are fasting, so he tries finishing the meal before you come up to their usual meeting spot, resulting in him giving himself a stomach ache.

Brings you tuna filled onigiri to take home so you can eat it as a snack during the night after breaking your fast.

Sends you spam messages minutes before having to break your fast;

‘Are you excited to eat?!?!?!’

‘What are you having today?!?’

‘If you want to get any snacks later let me know! :D’

‘ONE MINUTE LEFT!!’

He’s so wholesome please.

Wants to skip school with you for Eid, but pouts when you tell him you’ll be spending it with family.

Asks you to send an OOTD pic so he could be your hype-man.

Bokuto is always willing to understand more about you and your religion, making sure to note things in his head for future references.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #sugawara fluff #haikyuu scenarios #sugawara scenario #sugawara koshi imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #sugawara x reader #bokuto fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #kuroo imagine #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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pufflocks · 4 years ago

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Kuroo x bottom male reader, maybe readers riding him?

Summary: Honestly in my mind–, I believe if Kuroo had someone sitting on his cock I believe he would be so touchy. Touchy and impatient— Touching the readers curves and rubbing on his thighs until he couldn't take it anymore. ♡

"You- You are so fucking tight- ugh, I love it." -T.K ❣

Warnings: Slight degrading • Groping • Cum eating • Proof read • porn without plot

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Kuroo Tesuro //Kenma Kozumane//

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It was an alluring Friday. Volleyball club didn't have another practice until next week. Leaving an eventful evening afterschool for a certain couple.

"Phew I'm fuckin' exhausted-" Tetsurou exhaled stretching out his long limbs. Many people, according to Y/N would kill for his height. Yet he was always saying how much he hated it. Words only to tick his boyfriend off – which it did.

The rooster haired male slicked back his sweat covered hair. "Oi, kenma I'm gonna head out first since my oh so handsome boyfriend wanted me to take him home early." Kenma nodded quietly, chugging his water down quietly. He gathered his belongings along with the other members of the team.

'I wonder why he needs a chaperone to walk him home..' Kenma sighed. Shaking off the thought since it was not his business. Besides that he started picking up some stray volleyballs. Faster he does this the faster he gets home to play video games with his boyfriend.

You however, was just about to get out of your last period. Thinking about some random things to get out of the fact you and nekomas volleyball captain sending eachother lewd glances throughout the day. One action led to another throughout the day.

You sitting in the back of class softly giggling to yourself once while at your phone and blushing at other texts. Some texts were cute flirts like "I can't wait to see you" or "Coach is being extra angry. He needs pop a chocky milk" Leading to a raging tent in your pants in your last class period when he sent a slick nude of a boner he accumulated in the past hour. Ugh— The clock nearing 3 PM setting you slight edge in your seat.

BRING !

'Thankfully the teacher didn't see me with my phone.'

Sighing tremendously you snatched up your bag that had a cheesy volleyball sticker in nekomas colors with a big number '1' on it. Gifted by your yours truly, Tetsurou Kuroo aka rooster bf. A small nickname you gave him in your guys' first year.

You chuckled at your own humor as you bumped into someone the way out of your classroom.

"Ah-!" You failed to finish your small mental comedy show as your overly tall boyfriend encased you in a nearly bone crushing hug. Lovingly of course.

Your not so obvious erection slightly catching contact on his muscular thigh. "You scared me tetsu- Come on lets go." You grab hold of the mans hand in dire need to fix your lower situation, pronto. One think you hated about your boyfriend was how much of a tease he so unashamedly was.

You both agreed, over text to leave early to do it after class since he didn't have practice today.

"What's the rush doll ? You were just teasing me with that I wanna ride you BS over the phone." He snickered. Face automatically bloomed red as you scoffed in face. Pushy bastard he is.

"Yeah yeah. Come on before people see-" And before you knew it. Your boyfriend took one glace down south to notice you weren't lying. Your small cock pressing up against the unformed pants.

'Cute how eager he is~' he mentally mused.

He took this opportunity to just drag you to an already emptied classroom. The school seemed to empty out earlier on Fridays, you thought. Slowly coming back to your own senses you see just how peckish he really was. Air thickening. Your noticable shudders of arousal not going unnoticed.

"God,, I need you right now." No other words were conversed between you two as he eagerly ripped and tugged the cloth off your smaller frame. Canines slightly nipping at now heated skin and grabbing wherever his hands could easily roam. Sloppy kisses to your neck making you gasp and make your penis twitch in gratitude.

"Please tetsu.. I want it badly~" You moaned wantonly as he was gripping some belly fat lovingly. Tetsurou grinned as if he was a wolf in the night howling at the moon.

Grabbing a nearby chair, after he let you go with a small peck to your nose he sat down and shrugged off his trousers. Hard organ slapping on his lean stomach. The sight making you purr in the presence of this 'wolf'

'I can't wait to fucking ride him..'

The sight of his cock made you rub your legs together eagerly. A small "Hm..~" erupting from your throat. Oh god did it not only have girth and a red bulge of its head – His length and overall cock had been mesmerized in your small pink hole.

"Wanna ride you Tetsu.." you mewled already palming the hard on in your now very tight pants.

He pulled you closer and gripped your chin to make you look at him as he stroked his cock teasingly, "Wanna ride me dry and see if you can come undone or vise verse but you blow me ? Which is it sweetheart ?" Darting dark eyes your way as he audibly purred. Kind to not so kind kisses being placed to your collarbone making you shiver as his cold lips met your hot skin.

New hickies you never minded showing off, just as much as he never minded giving you to show off.

The choices were hanging heavy on your tongue, now realizing his question. Almost obediently, in one swift motion you got down your knees willingly let him unravel you with his slim eyes.

"Such a lucky ass man I am~"

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

"You gonna blow me my pretty Y/N ?" He said stroking your cheek as if you were the most rarest diamond from his thief heist. To him you were not only rare, but valuable beyond his mind.

Grasping hold of his member you lick up his shaft kissing here and there. Making quick work to get to the main course.

Tetsurou smiled. His pretty boy serving his cock like it was something holy. Before he knew it you started gulping down his length. Slobber dribbling at the creases of your mouth. Pretty eyes of yours making their ways to your rooster headed lover.

"Fuck-! Baby I'ma fuckin' cum-" He groaned, head flying backward as you got off hearing him announce he was gonna shoot down your throat. Swallowing every. Single. Drop.

"Shit.. You gonna take daddies cum baby ? Yeah ? Where you want it ? Tell me babes." He was tapping his cock against your now plump and messy lips as he stroked himself off to your filthy face. Fuck, he was using your face for his own pleasure. You wanted him to know how much you enjoyed this.

"Mm- I want it in my mouth!~ please stick your cock deep down my throat daddy!~" You whined pathetically stroking your own leaking cock and using your own arousal for lube. The lewd squlching noises invading your ears.

He snorted at your poor attempts at getting yourself off and opened your jaw enough to shove all the way in down your throat. Tears prickling and threatening to fall down your face. You let out small gags leading to moans from the action as he shot down your throat. You swallowed his seed successfully, sticking out your tongue to show you did.

"Such a pretty boy.. Fuck such pretty boy." Tetsurou praised as he wiped the tears you ignored from your puffy eyes. Also unnoticing the ringing one of your phones was doing. You didn't care though. "We ain't done yet though. Get your sweet ass up here my prince." You joyfully obliged as he helped you off your knees seeing they were red. He started rubbing small circles and kissing your bare shoulders. A way of saying sorry for making you be on yourknees for so long.

'So caring~' You groggily giggled to yourself due to your throat being slightly sore from your guys' previous actions. Damn he was rough this time. Does being found out really get him this riled up ?

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's wrong ? Did a do something silly ?" He wore his signature smirk. The one you loved and hated. A calming and goofy aura being replaced with the once heated lustful one. All you could do was giggle again and cup his face in the moment. Just enjoying him.

"You're just so caring with me and I love you for moments like these." You confessed. Heart beating erratically as he chuckled kissing your nose.

"I know. I'm a big ass softy for my boyfriend believe it or not." You rolled your eyes jokingly. You loved this man, but you also loved his cock which by the way, still hasn't gone soft yet.

Turning around in his lap you wrapped your arms and legs around his form as you whispered alluringly. "Let me do the work cuz my dick is aching now and I needa cum stupid bad." You smiled devilishly. He once again for the umpteenth time, chuckled at your words and throwing his hands up.

"No hands my prince. No hands." You nodded. Knowing full well he would lose it half way of your quote unquote dominance.

You slowly and steadily began inserting his member inside. God, the stretch you fucking waited for was heavenly. Making it all the more nearly impossible to not close your eyes in delight.

Sucking through his teeth your boyfriend let out a long "Fuuuck..~" as groaned instinctively grasping onto your hips. On a loose thread of keeping his promise of letting you in control.

"God, you're so fucking- huge-! Testu~" You whined already grinding the rest of length into your now gaping hole. The feeling all too familiar to your body. Soon beginning to bounce up and down with pure greed. Not giving the slightest flying fuck if someone were to see you through the small class window as you were rolling your eyes back in ecstasy like a expert porn star.

"You- You're so fucking tight.. Ugh- fuck I love it !~" He moaned out aggressively as your bouncing only quickened at his words slapping sounds got louder. "Who's fucking cock are you riding Y/N ?" He growled and huffed bear your neck. His breath tickling the hairs in the area.

Noticing he didn't get any answer to his no rhetorical question, Tesurou slapped your ass harshly leaving a delicious itchy feeling rupture in the spot his heavy hand slammed on. You lost it as an almost unbearable amount of pre ran down your cock.

"You- Ah!~ Fuck it's you Testu!~ Your cock- Ah-!~ is hitting me in all the right places oh my fucking god!-" You shrieked small little tears making their way down your ruined face.

'This slut is really egging me the fuck on today~' Tetsurou mentally grinned.

Not only did he like the words coming out of your mouth, but he lived for those damn tears of diamond racing out the corners of your eyes. "

"Fuck it. I'm pounding the shit out of this ass." He mumbled to himself as he snatched you off of his body as if it was completely nothing and pressed you forward on a desk, your perky nipples grazing the cold school furniture.

He took a second to adjust his angle until ramming into your prostate directly dead on as you let out a high pitched warble. Anyone could mistake your voice for a females out of context. "Fuck-! fuck- MM— FUCK YES~" you moaned as your cock swung heavily in between your legs as Tetsurou began deep stroking every corner inside you. The feelings making your mind go numb.

"Baby boy I'm finna blow my load~ Who the fuck is fucking your shit up right ? Huh ?~" Testu's snarled in your ear. Snatching you up by your neck up to his sweaty hard chest. Your bodies creating an almost unbearable heat between you both.

You whined in a needy voice as the feeling of your prostate getting hammered repeatedly. "YOU DADDY~ YOU YOU YOU~!!! GOD LEMME CUM FUUUCK—" His grip on your neck did not falter as his pace only got faster. Quickly gripping your slick penis and jerked you off all the while placing delectable light kisses around your bruised neck and shoulders. You were nearly seeing stars with overstimulation and his contrast of touch.

"That's exactly what I like to hear my amazing boy~" Tetsurou hips stuttered as you came hard, your eyes rolling back and drool sliding down your jaw. Coming straight after your release he gave one last deep push cumming deep down in your tight little ass. "Fuck babe..- Fuck-" He panted smiling lazily, grip already faltering around your neck. He never would forgive himself if he accidentally choked you to death.

Since you guys literally just fucked in a classroom, aftercare had to be done differently. Slowly laying his head on your shoulder, rubbing your hips and doing anything to ease any after pain off your body. Maybe you'll let him try out a cream he uses on himself after volleyball. Eases the joints and moisturizes your body.

Such a loving boyfriend you bad.

"I love you so damn stinkn' much Y/N.. God I'm so fucking lucky I swear." You chuckled, 'cause he always seemed to be so emotional after you guys had sex. You thought it was cute coming from him. "Let's get out of here cuz' we already stayed here for half an hour." You stated pushing the tall male off your body, much to his unpleasant dismay. He only hummed in response.

"Your house or mine ?" He questioned after pulling up his pants and tugging his extra volleyball shirt on. You stretched while yawning a bit. Sex is tiring.

"Yours. My parents will automatically smell the sex on me and no cologne can cover that." Giggling softly at your statement your boyfriend nodding in a agreement.

"Let's just hope they dont find out we once fucked in your living room-" You glared at him as he stopped, snickering at how cute his boyfriend looked after being roughed up.

"Let's go so we can cuddle now please." You softly pleaded as you tugged his shirt tiredly. You know the first thing you were gonna do when you got to his house was instantly plop smack on his oversized bed.

"Let's go my prince."

Bees are pretty..

Zenna, no.

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 | [Chapter 1]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, dirty talk, masturbation, sex toys, mentions of sexting/sending photos/videos, baby this has hella plot lmao dkhf 🥴💕 WELCOME TO UNTIL I MET YOU!! THE MINI-SEQUEL TO CAFFEINE! A bit of a shorter chapter but I didn’t want to overload with too much everything in the first chapter, ykwim? 😎 Thank you so much for your patience with this sequel, I know there were a ton of people asking for a sequel for months after I said I would 💕😭😭 As always, inbox roundup tomorrow! And don’t forget, next chapter for UIMY goes up on Feb 26th! T|H ch 1 next Friday! 🥰💕 Enjoy ch 1, have a great weekend and I love you! 💕

chapters; 1 - x - x - x - x

“Mmh… Wonwoo…”

His hands roam all over your naked body; warmth spreading all over when he digs his blunt fingernails into the skin of your waist.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His voice is soft, gentle, yet teasing; barely above a whisper as your back bows off of the bed to lean into his simple touches. “I missed you, sweetheart. Missed your ‘lil cunt too.”

A choked sob falls from your lips, followed quickly by rushed, hurried cries for Wonwoo to move faster.

“Don’t you want me to take my time? We haven’t seen each other in months.”

There’s a smirk on his lips, eyes twinkling with mischief when you reply back with a shaky whine. “Don’t you want me to slide my cock into your pretty ‘lil pussy nice ‘n slow? Let you feel every inch of me filling you up, just like it’s the first time all over again.” He stares at you dreamily; fixated on the way your body chases his hands when he drags them down to your thighs. “Or would you prefer it if I fucked you hard and fast? Your cute body squirming and trembling from how good I give it to you and my cock slamming into your tight ‘lil cunt.”

Wonwoo’s fingertips spread your folds as he licks his lips; appreciating how wet you already were for him.

“Bet your toys don’t feel as good as the real thing, huh?”

You shake your head ‘no’ furiously, “N-no, god, no! Wonwoo, p-please!” The male grins down at you, pouting mockingly at your desperate, pleading eyes.

The wetness between your legs is unbearable and the sobs are caught in your throat when Wonwoo leans over you, lips ghosting across your own.

“Okay. Just say--”

You’re shocked awake by your alarm clock; chest heaving in deep breaths as you sit up in your crumpled sheets. “Oh, fuck...” Groaning, your clammy palms reach for the ringing device as you shut it off and sigh.

The clock reads 10:02AM; tired eyes trying to blink away the sleep that threatens to take you back to the dreamland you much preferred. Although, dreaming about Wonwoo was becoming a little bit too common these last few days.

Sighing once more, you move to get out of bed; already finding your panties soaking wet and sticking to you like a second skin when you stand.

“Ugh... Damn it.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit; teeth chattering with the pleasure that pours over your body.

“Oh, god, please, p-please…”

Images of Wonwoo dance behind your eyelids; sultry smirks and teasing glances bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.

If there was anything that the last few months without Wonwoo taught you, it was that you couldn’t afford to lose him - in more ways than one. And despite his lack of calls or even text messages, you held out in hopes he still felt the same way that you did despite the distance.

You sent him pictures and videos of yourself often; teasing images half naked, toys in hand, and videos crying out his name while you came. And while he took the time to reply to those with praise and adoration, he almost never sent anything back.

When he did, it was always short, clipped replies of how exhausted he was and how he didn’t have much time.

“Ngh, h-harder…” Your toes curl against the bedsheet; phantom feelings of his cock fucking you hard and deep making you cry out in desperation to be filled by his cock.

Your phone rings on the nightstand next to you as you cum - vibrator pressed so hard against your clit that your back bows off of the sheets while your thighs shake uncontrollably.

And for the first time in a long time, it’s an orgasm that feels like it’s worth something.

‘Gyu: hey did wonwoo text u?

‘Gyu: he’s back next monday he said

‘Gyu: idk abt classes tho, might be out of commission for a while bc jetlag

‘Gyu: thinking abt throwing him a party on friday after he comes back...

‘Gyu: u wanna plan with us orrrrr? U got a private party or sth 🥴😏

‘Gyu: lmk

You’re nervous. Shy, even.

After you’d come down from your orgasm and checked your phone, your mind momentarily went blank from shock and the first thing you’d done was text Wonwoo to ask if he was really coming back that soon.

‘Ah, yeah, I was just about to text you. Prof said we can go home early if we wanted since we finished up classes. I’ll see you sometime next week? Jetlag and stuff.’, was all he had said and in your excited state, the only thing you had responded with was an, ‘Okay, great!’, without asking when, where, or what time.

You figured you’d give him some time to readjust instead of bombarding him as soon as he got in. But each second that you knew Wonwoo was home, you found yourself itching to just be in his presence.

You just had to be a little more patient.

Wednesday morning comes and you find yourself skipping your morning class to go to the library.

For studying, you tell yourself.

The male at the receptionist table shoots you a small smile to which you awkwardly smile back before ducking into an empty aisle. All you knew was that it seemed like Wonwoo wasn’t here.

Maybe he’s still at the frat house, you wonder.

Sighing slightly under your breath, you decide that maybe getting some work done would actually help distract you from looking for the male.

You find an empty table, setting your things down before pulling out your phone.

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you were being so shy and nervous about contacting Wonwoo, especially when you so unabashedly sent him nudes every few days when he was away.

Although, with how things had been before he left and the prospect of actually dating once he came back from his semester abroad - the butterflies in your stomach had been nonstop with the different scenarios that played out in your head. You’d even gone so far as to plan what happened if Wonwoo had decided he didn’t want to make an attempt at dating you.

“Sweetheart?”

The grip you have on your phone only tightens as you whip your head around to find Wonwoo standing behind your chair and you swear your heart stops beating the same time your breath gets caught in your throat. “H-huh?”

He smiles gently down at you and you can’t help but wonder how long you were spaced out to not notice him there.

“Is this a dream too?” You wonder aloud - Wonwoo chuckling in response as he moves to collect your things for you.

“Have you been dreaming about me that much, sweetheart?” You stutter and stumble over your words; embarrassment eating at you every second that Wonwoo has a knowing smile plastered on his lips.

“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat since we both know you’re not really here to study.”

The version of Wonwoo that sits across the cafe table is… different.

Not bad, just different.

His arms are much tanner and definitely more muscular and the glasses missing from his face lets you appreciate his eyes even more when they’re not hidden behind the thick frames. He had even opted to wear a sleeveless shirt; something that you weren’t used to when he usually was around campus in long sleeves and sweater vests.

Although, you can’t and won’t deny the way your body reacts to this Wonwoo.

“Hey, I’m talking to you and you’re just spacing out.” Muttering, he leans over the small cafe table until his face is only inches away from yours and the smirk on his lips already lets you know that you’ve been caught staring.

“Listen, I know I’ve been gone for three months but you’re lookin’ at me like you haven’t had a fix in all that time.” Your lips press into an embarrassed firm line, avoiding his stare as he raises a brow at you.

“Wait, you didn’t fuck anyone in the three months I was gone?”

“No… did you?” Your voice is barely above a whisper; a little afraid that his answer will be ‘yes’ when he takes a second longer to respond.

“Nah,” He settles back into his seat, “I told you, didn’t I? I was willing to try the whole… dating, relationship thing with you when I got back. Although, I’m somewhat surprised one of the others didn’t try to seduce you while I was gone.”

You laugh slightly, cheeks warm as Wonwoo teases. “I wouldn’t have given them the time of day anyway.”

Your entire body burns hot, palms clammy in your lap from how giddy you were to be with Wonwoo and it made your heart do backflips knowing that he’d still been willing to try with you.

“Ah, how was it abroad anyway? You… didn’t really say much over the past few months so I feel like I don’t know how you were. Just some messages about how tired you were...” He takes a sip of his coffee; unintentionally making you internally scream when his lips form a pout while he thinks.

“Honestly? Other than the days we were excavating ‘n stuff, it was pretty boring. Really hectic though, and a lot of documenting which meant a lot of paperwork. I swear, I closed my eyes and I saw the inside of my textbooks.” He chuckles lightly, eyes focused on the cup of coffee in front of him.

“I just want to say sorry for my lack of communication. I really didn’t expect to be so busy that I couldn’t even pick up a call.” There’s a genuine apologetic look on Wonwoo’s face when he looks back at you. “And the time difference was really rough too. I didn’t want to take it out on you over the phone if I was stressed about not sleeping or the workload. I know we can get a little rough when we ‘play’ but this wasn’t that and it wouldn’t have been fair.”

Oh.

“T-that’s okay, I understand!” Your heart does somersaults in your chest, “I--thank you for thinking about me too.”

The feelings you have bubbling up inside of you make you feel like you’re falling in love for the first time, all over again. “Um… Sorry I sent so many pictures ‘n stuff.”

Wonwoo laughs, this time throwing his head back slightly before he tries to hide his wide grin. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t apologize.” Your eyes meet his and for a split second, you see the familiar dominating look in his eyes before he leans over the small cafe table again.

“I might’ve not had all the time to entertain you those times but I thought about you alllll the time. I missed everything about you.” His voice is barely above a whisper - careful to not let anyone else in the cafe hear the topic of conversation. “Which, by the way…You piqued my interest earlier with your question. You never really answered my question about having dreams about me.”

You shift in your seat as you avert your eyes from his; eyes flitting down his toned body instead as you mentally curse yourself.

“I… kinda? I m-mean… not normally but just--just these last few days. It’s almost been every night… I wake up and--and it’s just… I’m...” You trail off; somewhat shy to say the rest of what you were going to say even though you’re almost certain Wonwoo already knows.

“Odd. Me too. I kept dreaming about you, which is, honestly, kind of why I thought to come back earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Mm, we still had 2 weeks left, technically. A bit of a spillover since my professor wanted us to explore the city once finals were over. But I just wanted to come home.” He finishes with a chuckle - a soft look in his eyes.

You pout back at him, “You didn’t come home early just for ‘lil ‘ol me, did you?” You say it jokingly, but deep down you do wonder.

“Would that be so bad?” Grinning, Wonwoo sets a couple of bills down onto the table to cover the meals you both barely have touched.

“Like I said, I missed everything about you, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo walks you back to your place afterwards; laughing and joking with you as if he hadn’t been gone for the last 3 months.

There’s a certain playfulness about him that makes your heart bloom and part of you wonders if he’s opening up to you more now that there’d been some time apart.

“Are you gonna be working at the library again? Or is that done forever now?” “Mm.. I mean, it’d be kind of weird if I stopped, don’t you think?”

The grin of his face is telling and you have to mentally stop yourself from letting your mind wander in the middle of the sidewalk. “Y-yeah... Studying in my apartment isn’t really the same, y’know…”

Laughing, Wonwoo takes the opportunity to swing an arm around your shoulder as he tucks you under his arm. “I was actually at the library earlier to ask about my position back. I start tomorrow.” Goosebumps rise on your skin and the close proximity is enough to make you whimper.

“I’m only taking two classes this semester to give myself a bit of a break so I’ll be in the library more often to fill up the time. You can always call me if you need to know where I am. I promise I’ll respond this time, sweetheart.”

Before you know it, the two of you are already standing outside of your complex as Wonwoo takes his arm off of you.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?” There’s a hopeful lilt to his voice that has you nodding feverishly in return.

“I have a morning class but I’ll come by in the afternoon? I can text you to let you know, just in case.” You offer back.

Wonwoo licks his lips, tilting his head before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead.

The soft gesture momentarily throws you off as you freeze but the smoldering look in Wonwoo’s eyes when he pulls away lets you know that he’s already scheming.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

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adezahnae · 4 years ago

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While Mommy’s on a Little Trip (Part 1)

A/N: SURPRISE!! YOU LIKED THE DRABBLES SO I MADE A 4-PART SMUT VERSION OF DILF!STEPDAD!MATHTEACHER!JAEHYUN!! WOOO🥳

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warnings: Smut, fingering, secrets, cheating, masturbation, family affair stepdaughter!reader x dilf!stepdad!mathteacher!jaehyun

Tagged Ppl: @softieekayy @seungmoomin @keeach @seoyutayong @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

“Okay, study for your test that is tomorrow. Some of you can’t afford to fail, knowing who grades are slipping.” Mr. Jung said. The class groaned as they closed their books. “Mr. Jung! Math is too hard! Can you tutor me?” A female student asked as she flattered her eyebrows. “No and don’t do that, you look like there something stuck in your eye.” Mr. Jung said. The girl blushed of embarrassment and looked away.

“Could you help me with the test, Y/n?” One of the boys asked me. “Why?” I asked trying to pay attention to Mr. Jung. “Because that’s your dad??” He said. “And please don’t ask my daughter for help on the test thank you.” Mr. Jung announced. I snickered as the boy huffed and sat back in his chair.

After class was over, it was lunch time and students were gathering their things. “Thank you everyone, please study for your test. Y/n let’s go and get lunch.” Mr. Jung said. All the girls whined and groaned as I went up to his desk and waited for him to finish getting his things together. “Mr. Jung! Why can’t you just let her stay here? She doesn’t need to be by your side all the time!” A girl exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes. “Last time I did that when a test was approaching, you all used her for answers and it’s not happening again. My little princess was exhausted by the end of the day.” He said as he ruffled my hair. My legs rubbed together at the nickname ‘princess’. I gulped and hid my blushing face. All of the other students left the classroom leaving me and Mr. Jung alone.

“I saw that.” He said. “What?” I asked looking up at him. “The way your legs rubbed together when I called you princess.” He smirked. I slightly pushed him, embarrassed. “Let’s go, I’m hungry.” I mumbled. He laughed and picked up his keys. “Come on let’s go.” He said.

As we were walking down the halls of the school, Mr. Jung got a message. “Who’s that?” I asked. “Your mom. She said she has to tell us something when we get home.” He said texting her back. I nodded and continued to walk. I heard him chuckle at something. “What is it?” I asked. “Nothing, just your mom.” He replied. I looked at him with disgust. “Ew..she must’ve sent you a picture.” I said. He looked over at me. “Is my baby girl jealous?” He cooed.

By this time we were out of the school and at the car. I got in the car. “Whatever...” I said. He got in as well. “Aww sweetheart, you know you’re the only I really wanna look at.” He said giving me a kiss on the forehead, making me smile. “Now say ‘daddy loves me’” he said. I giggled. “Daddy loves me.” He smirked. “That’s my good girl.” He replied cranking up the car and pulling off.

By this time, school has ended and we are on our way back home. When we arrived through the front door, our mom was standing there with a big smile on her face. “Come in! I got dinner ready.” She said as she walked in the kitchen. Me and Mr. Jung looked at each other then put our stuff down and following her.

“What is it babe?” Mr Jung said, giving my mom a kiss on the lips. I cringed and looked away. Mom sat on one side of the table while me and Mr. Jung sat on the other. “So what’s the news mom?” I asked. “I’m going on a business trip for a week.” She announced.

“What?” I asked. “Yup, and you will be here with your dad.” She said looking at Mr. Jung. He smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she is safe.” Mr Jung said looking at me. “Good, I’m leaving tomorrow morning. It’s Thursday so I’ll be back next Thursday.” She said. I nodded and ate more of my food. “I hope you behave yourself for this entire week.” Her voice was stern. “Oh she will...I’ll make sure of that.” Mr. Jung said looking at me.

His hand slipped on my thigh and moved it up and down. I looked back at him to see him smirking. His hand separated my thighs, making my legs open. He moved my underwear to the side and pushed in a finger, while eating his food. I widened my eyes stuffing food down my mouth.

My mom’s phone started to ring. “Oh hold on! It’s my boss. I’ll be back guys.” She said as she rushed out the room. I made sure she was out of the room and dropped my fork, groaning. “Shh, princess.” He mumbled as he started to kiss my neck. I bit my lip, trying to keep my sounds down. He sped up his pace while gripping my breast. “D-Daddy...” I gasped. “Shhh....” He whispered again. I grabbed his wrist. “I-I’m c-close...” I whimpered.

Just then, my mom came back in, making him pull away just in time. “Okay guys, now, where were we?” My asked sitting back down. “On making sure Y/n behaves herself.” He answered. I looked over at Mr. Jung. He had a smirk on his face. He planned this...damn tease...

“Jae...oh yes..” I heard my mom moan. “You like that, huh?” He says back. I heard a smack to her butt, making her groan. “Yessss!! Oh Jae yes!!” She moans again. I let out a huff and turned over, feeling jealous. I grabbed my phone and went to the camera app. I took my clothes off and got out of bed. I cut on my red lights in my room and pressed the record button.

I filmed my upper body and then down to my lower half. I used my fingers to tease my clit and entrance. I pushed a finger inside gasping. I added another and groaned. I sped up my pace and yelped out his name. “Daddy...Oh Mr Jung...I need you..” I whispered. “I want you so bad...” I whispered some more.

I then reached my high. “Daddy! Oh please! It feels so good!” I yelped out, riding out my climax. I finished and cleaned off my fingers. I sent the video to Mr. Jung and went to go and shower. After I was done, my phone went off. I opened the message, seeing it was from Mr. Jung.

Daddy🤤❤️: “You’re lucky Daddy’s phone was off or else you would’ve been in more trouble than you already are, Princess...”

“I’m sorry Daddy, I just wanted you...”

Daddy🤤❤️: “You’re gonna have me alright, you just wait until your mom is gone. Your ass is mine..”

I gulped at the last sentence but in a good way. I got in bed and thought of all the things Mr. Jung would do to me.

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 11 (NSFW)

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IT’S THE MOMENT YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR BESTIES! Thanks as always to @acollectionofficsandshit I think I broke her with this chapter! She also found the song for this chapter so special thanks for that as well ❤

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Recommended song: “The Man Who Can’t be Moved” by the Script

The steam of the shower cleanses your senses and washes away the sweat from your workout. Crisp September air rushes through the open window and raises goosebumps on your skin as you step out. You turn off the tap and wrap yourself in a fluffy towel in an attempt to ward off the chill. A glance at the clock tells you that you have a half hour to get ready before your date picks you up.

Peter was one of the few guys in your major that paid you any attention. Most of them tolerated you at best but it had never bothered you. You were independent enough that you could make it through class on your own and google what you didn’t understand afterward and learn it before the exam.

It had been fairly easy to fall in with Peter and a few others during the first few weeks of summer classes. What began with group study sessions and quickly developed into hanging out one on one with Peter on the weekends to go to coffee shops or play video games.

When Peter had asked you out two months ago, Pierre's voice nagged in the back of your head. He asked if you were ready to move on from him and if you could really forget him.

The simple answer was no, forgetting him was impossible. No matter how many years passed, he would always own a part of you.

Peter was sweet and he cared about you but you were quickly realizing the bond you shared with him didn't run as deep as it had with Pierre. He started as your friend and you really didn't feel right letting it develop past that. Although you had agreed to that date and plenty more in the time since, it still didn’t feel like a relationship. You had to stop yourself from imagining someone else's arm around you when you lounged on the sofa or someone else's lips kissing you goodnight.

You slip into a form fitting red cocktail dress and sweep your hair over a shoulder, banishing the memory. The person staring back at you in the mirror is a stranger, a ghost of who you once were. You pull your lips into a smile nowhere near as bright as it was months ago.

A knock on your apartment door startles you from your trance. Peter holds a bouquet of flowers, a broad grin on his face. He was handsome in a traditional sense, with a sharp jawline and playful forest green eyes that promised a good time. He was adventurous; a night in wasn’t in the cards. Everything was an event with him and you didn’t mind the distractions one bit.

"You look amazing as always," he says, stepping inside and kissing your cheek. You sniff the flowers lightly. Daisies were some of your least favorite flowers but the gesture was too sweet to point that out.

"So do you," you respond, gaze sweeping from his scuffed wingtip shoes to his crisp blue button down shirt. Ocean blue, washed out against Peter's pale skin, but would have looked perfect on Pierre's golden complexion.

You had to stop thinking about him. You saw him everywhere. On more than one occasion, you dropped out of a conversation when you caught a glimpse of blond hair bobbing through a crowd or heard a laugh startlingly similar to his. You couldn’t escape the idea of him whether you liked it or not.

"Are you okay?" Peter asks, touching your elbow.

God, you were so far from okay. Your mind was a melted mess of memories of a blond Frenchman and all the broken promises between the pair of you. This was pointless. You were wasting your time with Peter. He was great and should have been everything you wanted but he just wasn't enough.

"I'm so sorry," you start, handing back the flowers. "I don't think this is going to work."

"Oh thank god," he says, shoulders drooping as he runs a hand through his hair. "I've been thinking the same thing, I just didn't want to be the one to say it." You both laugh, the tension ebbing from your frame.

"Don't get me wrong," he continues, "You're amazing. There's just no…"

"Spark," you finish. "Yeah, I agree. Friends?"

You stick out your hand and he shakes it firmly. "Sounds like a plan. No hard feelings. See you in class on Monday?"

"I'll be there."

You slip out of your heels with a sigh, glad you don't have to endure that form of torture any longer. For the first time in months, you allow yourself to scroll through Pierre's Instagram.

Instead of being flooded with personal pictures it had become mostly posed shoots.it was the kind of thing that seemed staged, like he was only posted because his PR team deemed it necessary.

As time went on the content became more and more clinical. He was giving fans less of an insight into his personal life and focusing on racing content. You knew he had probably thrown everything he had into the season in an attempt to move on and you couldn't blame him.

If his Insta was to be believed, he had earned a handful of podiums in the four months since you had mostly lost interest in the sport. After Austin it had been nearly impossible to watch a full race and you had instead been getting your biased updates from Max, who conveniently left out all but the barest details of anyone’s race weekend but his own.

There was no point in trying to convince yourself you no longer felt anything for Pierre. Just scrolling through his page reignites the flame in your chest that had been burning far too dimly for far too long.

Heart pounding, you double tap a photoset of him modeling for Alpha Tauri, the lighting accenting his eyes. Their distinct, rich blue had always been your weakness.

Your fingers find their way to the charm at your throat. You hadn't taken it off once since the gala. It was pointless to deny the sway he still held over you all these months later. Maybe it was time you stopped pretending you were fine and finally give in to the pull.

The past few months have given you plenty of time to reflect. The media would hound you like dogs but at least while you were in London they would leave your family alone. And really, enduring their scrutiny was a small price to pay if it meant loving Pierre.

“I’m an idiot,” you mumble, pulling up his contact in your phone. Breaking up with him had been the dumbest decision of your life. You’d watched him from afar as he traveled from grand prix to grand prix, touring cities and sleeping everywhere except where he belonged: curled up next to you in your tiny London flat, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you both fell asleep.

You couldn’t bear it any longer. Fuck what anyone would say. Nothing could be worse than knowing your soulmate was out there and you let him go.

Heart pounding, you type out a text. I miss you.

Shaking your head, you erase it. How are you? Seemed more appropriate.

"Here goes nothing," you murmur and hit send.

**********

It started off as any other free Sunday did: Charles and Charlotte arriving at his apartment carrying snacks and beer which neither of them would tell their trainers about tomorrow and plopping in front of the television to watch the PSG match.

The trio roared at the screen at poor calls and yelled when a goal was scored, all completely lost in the sport.

Pierre absently registers his phone buzzing during the last few minutes of the match but ignores it. PSG comes out on top and he finally checks it, nearly choking on the pretzels he was eating.

How are you?

Pierre has to read it thrice before he’s convinced it’s real.

"Holy fuck," he says softly, tipping the phone so Charles can see.

"Told you mate." He takes Charlotte's hand and stands. Football match completely forgotten, Pierre lifts a hand in a wave as the couple leaves. His eyes are fixed on the screen as he tries to comprehend the gravity your words carry.

After months of waiting in agony and wondering if you still cared, you’d texted him.

He had no idea how he managed to keep his feet on the floor. He was completely weightless, reading your message over and over again until it sinks in.

He takes the three simple words as permission to finally delve back into your life, immediately scrolling through your instagram to catch up. He double taps every post save for the ones with you and some tall, handsome guy. His stomach twists.

Fuck it. Even if you just wanted to catch up, he'd take it. If you told him you were with someone else and you were happy, he'd learn to live with it. He was starved of you and was prepared to beg for crumbs of your life.

I'm fine. You have time for a phone call?

It was a leap but he acknowledged and accepted the risks.

Yeah. That would be good.

You pick up on the second ring.

"Hey."

Pierre squeezes his eyes shut, pushing back the lump in his throat. Years of memories rush over him in the space of a breath. The shock in your voice when you found out he was a driver for the first time. Your smile and breathless laugh when you met him in the garage in Brazil after his first podium in Formula 1. The tentative glances he had thrown your way for months after he finally accepted that he had begun to fall for you. The way your velvet lips felt when he made a gamble and kissed you for the first time. The drunken lilt of your voice when you told him you loved him that night in London.

Before he can stop it the bad comes rushing back too. The memory of the terror on your face when he let it slip that you were together sends a chill through him. If there was one moment he could change, it wouldn’t be the time he fucked up and lost his seat at Red Bull. It would be to keep his damned mouth shut at that karting track and preserve the bliss of that day and tuck it away in a bulletproof case that he could pull out and look at whenever he wanted.

"Hey you," he manages, silently thanking whoever is listening that he keeps the tremble out of his voice. "Been awhile."

"Yeah," you say sheepishly. "Sorry about that."

"You don't have anything to apologize for," he says quickly. "You never need to apologize to me."

You were the last one that needed to apologize for anything. He should be the one beginning for forgiveness. It was his fault you’d panicked. He should have fought harder for you, proved that he could make it work and save you both from months of heartache. But then again, maybe you had moved on. He couldn’t expect you to wait for him forever.

He doesn’t realize he’s been silent for so long until you clear your throat. For the first time he can recall, the silence is thick and heavy with unspoken words. It had always been effortless, the stories and words flowing like a babbling brook between the two of you. Now the confessions on his tongue remain poised there, too terrified to give them the light of day.

"How's your season been?" He’s thankful you break the quiet first but the question makes his stomach sink.

"You haven't been watching?"

"Not really."

"Oh." It made sense that you would distance yourself from him and that was fine, but he couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt. "It's been decent. Red Bull wants me to come to Milton for contract discussions this week, actually."

"You're moving back up?"

"Potentially." Horner had only called him earlier that week to discuss the potential of him returning to Red Bull next year. The informal agreement was that if he could make seventh in the championship in a midfield car, they would bump him back for the following season.

It wasn’t a concrete guarantee- that’s why Horner wanted to speak with him in person. He had a year left in his contract and being in a Red Bull meant he would be able to prove his worth to other teams and potentially secure a world championship worthy seat at a team that actually appreciated his talent.

He draws a breath before continuing, "I'll be in London on Monday. You know- if you wanna get together."

You stay silent for a touch too long and he panics. It was too soon. He should have kept his mouth shut because now he’d driven you away again. “Nevermind, forget I said anything-"

"No," you interrupt, "no, I'd love to see you and catch up. I don't have classes on Tuesdays. Have any free time then?"

His eyes slide shut and he exhales. The flack he would undoubtedly catch for shuffling around a few interviews would be worth it to see you. "Yeah. I can swing by your apartment around seven?"

"Okay," you say, a touch of excitement lacing your voice. "I'll make myself presentable."

"I-" he stops himself before the words can slip past his lips. "I'll see you then."

*********

Pierre blows out a breath and adjusts his backpack. He stands at the threshold of your building, keys in hand, unsure if he should let himself in. The dilemma had kept him rooted to the spot for nearly ten minutes now, weighing the pros and cons of his options.

“Hey you, blond fucker.” Pierre whips around and is met by Daniel’s girlfriend glaring up at him from the sidewalk. She tips her head to the side to study him. Apparently he wasn’t the only one that had to cancel plans to be here tonight. “You gonna grow a pair and go up there or just keep staring at the door all day?”

“I’m going,” he grumbles, “are you?”

“Oh, I was going to but clearly whatever you have planned is more important.” Her grin splits her face ear to ear. “About damn time she got ahold of you. I was getting sick of listening to her gripe about you twenty four seven.”

“Didn’t she tell you I was coming by? If you guys have plans I can come back later.”

She waves a hand and dismisses the offer. “Absolutely not. Go get your girl.”

“She’s not-” The glare she cuts him snatches the words from his mouth. She makes a shooing motion before setting off down the sidewalk, munching on whatever snacks were in her shopping bag.

Pierre shakes out his hands and tries to gather the courage to use his key. The hopeless romantic argued that you would expect him to use it because you would know he still had it. The rational side of him butts in to point out that it might catch you off guard if he showed up without warning. He settles on buzzing your unit, your answer fuzzy from the distortion.

"Pierre?"

Even with the warbly static in your voice, his name on your lips is the salvation he’s been dreaming about for months. "Yeah it's me."

"Don't you have a key?"

"I wasn't sure if I should use it."

You don't answer, instead letting the buzz of the electronic lock do the talking. He takes the stairs three at a time, barely winded by the time he reaches the third floor. He doesn't even have to knock, your door swinging open as he steps up. The sight of you knocks the breath from his lungs.

It didn't matter that you were in a simple hoodie and jeans, feet bare and hair swept back in a low bun. You are the most beautiful person he's ever seen and after months apart he nearly falls to his knees then and there to beg for your forgiveness, to get lost in you until two souls became one and he never had to live another second apart from you.

"Are you gonna stand there or do you wanna come in?"

God, he had missed your teasing jabs. His fingers ache for contact with your soft skin and he curls them into a fist to resist the urge. “Coming in,” he says softly, purposefully brushing your arm as he skirts past you. Every inch of him sings from the barely there touch, his soul aching for more.

Just stepping foot into your quaint flat has the weight he had been carrying on his chest for months beginning to ease up. Nothing beat the elation of being back where he belonged, not even spraying champagne from the top step on a podium.

Determined not to scare you off before he could have a proper conversation with you, Pierre opts for falling into the same humor you had used earlier. The corners of his mouth twitch upward. "Is that takeout I smell?"

You nod, your cheeks turning a pale pink. “I got you two orders of beef lo mein. I figured you might be hungry.”

As if summoned, his stomach growls. “Yeah. I haven’t eaten since breakfast."

“Figures,” you say, eyes glinting with mischief as you settle into the plush carpet and pull a takeout box towards you. "I got it from that place across town, the one you liked best." Pierre perches on the edge of the sofa and snags the plastic tray with his name on it, eyes never leaving yours.

Now that you were mere feet from him he found it increasingly difficult to deny himself the relief of kissing you here and now. He wanted to trace his thumb over your lips before replacing it with his own, to slot his mouth over yours until time was nothing and he was no one other than yours.

You clear your throat and drop his gaze first, sending him crashing back to reality. “So, ninth huh? Glad to see you cracked the top ten.”

Pierre scrunches his nose and spears a piece of broccoli. He was shit with chopsticks but you always got a kick out of him fumbling with them. “Not where I’d like to be but I’ll take it. Horner took notice obviously, but I’m not getting my hopes up.”

“I think an invitation to Milton Keynes is enough reason to hope," you say around a mouthful of sticky rice.

This interaction was reason to hope. The fact that you were once again on speaking terms, that things were finally returning to some semblance of normal, was enough for him to believe that one day everything would be back to how it was before. That maybe, just maybe, he could hold you in his arms again and fall asleep to the soundtrack of your heart beating in his ear.

Remembering the guy from your instagram, he scans the room for any sign of a male companion. Finding none, he asks, “How’s your boyfriend?”

It probably would have been a good idea to go about this particular line of questioning with a bit more tact. Inquiring so blatantly betrayed his inner thoughts, laid all his cards on the table. He didn't have it in him to care, not when his world might be turned upside down by your answer.

“Oh, you mean Peter?” You sip your water, seemingly working up the courage to explain. Each moment that the silence dragged on it became more of a physical monster. Pierre could feel it growing until it threatened to sink his claws in him and drag him deeper into the pits of his insecurity.

“If that’s his name, yeah.” Pierre braces himself for whatever comes next, reminding himself to be happy for you no matter what you choose. It would take time but he could put aside what he still felt for you and learn to accept your choice if it meant staying in your life.

You shake your head. “He’s a friend from uni. He’s not my boyfriend. At least not anymore.”

“Oh,” he says, frowning down at his food to cover the way his heart skips. “But he was?”

He had expected you to move on, if he was being honest. No way in hell did you deserve to be as miserable as he had been since you'd left- you deserved all the happiness he couldn't seem to give you and more. And if someone else had been the one to grant you that happiness, he should thank them.

“For a little while,” you say softly, like it would cushion the blow. “It didn’t feel right.”

He was familiar with that feeling. Nothing he did felt right after the break up. Just about the only thing that kept him sane was telling himself that you’d come to your senses sooner or later.

And now that he was here, his world was beginning to right itself.

“Earth to Pierre,” you say teasingly, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “I just- I’ve missed this,” he says, picking at his food.

“What, eating subpar takeout in my tiny apartment?” You laugh and stuff another bite in your mouth. God, you could be so oblivious. It was one of the many things he adored about you.

“I do. I miss doing anything that involves you, actually.”

There it was. His heart laid bare before you for the second time, waiting to see how you would respond. You set down your chopsticks and wipe your lips. His eyes track their movement as you whisper, “I’ve missed you too.”

Four syllables and he melts. It takes all he has to keep himself from sobbing with relief. It was everything he had come here hoping to hear. He couldn’t endure this again, couldn’t lose you for a second time-

“Don’t say that unless you mean it,” he pleads, body thrumming with the need to wrap you in his arms. “Don’t put me through this again unless you’re here to stay.”

He wasn't strong enough to tell you to stop. He would let you wreck him and he would be completely powerless to stop it. He would welcome it if it meant you granting him a sliver of your time. It would ruin him for anyone else but he didn’t have it in him to turn you away.

You rise to your feet and pad around the low table until you’re standing knee to knee, his neck craned up to study your face. You just keep looking at him, the leash on his carefully controlled restraint slipping as he rambles, “Because I can’t take it if you leave me again, I won’t-”

You simply nod, as if that’s all the answer he should need. But it’s not enough. “Tell me,” he pleads. “Tell me you mean it.”

He didn’t care that he was begging. He didn’t care that you had reduced his normally impenetrably stoic mentality to a jumble of you. If he was being honest with himself, you were the light of his life, the reason he pushed so hard for results on track. Everything had gone black and white when you left and racing had been the only thing keeping him from falling apart at the seams. The need to make you proud still propelled him forward even if he'd had no idea if you still cared.

So no, he didn’t care at all that he was practically on his knees. He would grovel at your feet for his entire life if it meant you’d grant him one more day to be with you.

“I mean it,” you murmur and place a hand on his cheek. He draws a shaky breath, leaning into you. Home, home, home, his head screams, acutely aware of every square inch of contact between the two of you.

“I’ve had plenty of time to think about it, and I’ve finally come to terms with it- your lifestyle. If I love you, I have to accept it being public. I have to build myself a shelter to withstand the storm, but I’ll make it big enough for two.”

It takes everything in him to keep from crushing you to his chest and never letting go. He had to ask, had to be certain beyond the shadow of a doubt that it was forever. “Promise me you won’t leave again if things get hard. Promise me we’ll get through whatever they throw at us together.”

“I promise. I’m not afraid anymore,” you murmur. Pierre’s head falls forward to rest on your hip bone, your fingers threading in his hair. “Daniel’s girlfriend helped me see that it doesn’t matter what anyone says. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I haven't been the same since I…”

“Neither have I.” His thumb winds under your shirt to sweep over your soft skin. “You’re safe with me, you know that right? I can protect you from whatever they say and you’re right, it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is this-” he finally lets himself look up at you- “what we have. I’ve never stopped loving you, not once.”

Your smile is soft and tentative as you climb into his lap. His hands slide up your sides to pull you closer, refusing to let an inch separate you now that you’d bridged the gap. “I promise I’m not going anywhere. I learned my lesson.”

You lean down to ghost your lips over his brow, his closed eyelids, his nose. He can feel himself reconstructing under your touch, that final piece of the puzzle clicking home after being lost for so long. “I promise that I’m yours until the last star falls from the sky.”

He had lost four months of time with you. He wouldn't allow another second to slip through his fingers.

Anticipating his movements, you meet him halfway. Fireworks explode as his lips finally return home and his world is finally, finally righted. Your nails scratch lightly at the nape of his neck, drawing him impossibly closer as your body moulds against his. He had nearly forgotten how perfectly your curves fit against him after all this time. He was determined to memorize every mountain and valley of you by the night's end.

His hands grip your thighs and he stands. Your arms automatically wind around his neck to keep from falling. He carries you to the kitchen and sets you on the edge of the island, never breaking the kiss. Nothing mattered outside of this apartment; not his career, not any baseless gossip, nothing existed beyond the space where your skin met his.

Pierre pulls back long enough to remove his shirt. Your fingers dance over his skin, relearning the planes of his chest like you had all the time in the world. And you did; he would stay here as long as you let him, reveling in the way you drank up every inch of his body like it was the first time you’d seen it.

“I love you,” you say as he kisses along your jaw.

How many times had he dreamt of you whispering that to him the past four months? How many times had it echoed in his head before a race, taunting him? He could scarcely believe his mind wasn’t playing more tricks on him now. He had to be certain it was real.

“Say it again,” he breathes. “Please. Please, tell me again.”

“I love you,” you repeat, punctuating each word with a kiss. “I love you Pierre, my champion, my heart, my everything.”

Pierre groans against your mouth, knotting his fingers in your hair and tugging your head back to expose your throat. He nips at the soft skin, not caring that he was leaving a trail of tiny marks in his wake. His focus was entirely on the gasps he was dragging from you with each touch, your heels digging into his ass and begging for him to be closer.

"My sweet, kindhearted man," you continue breathlessly. He didn't know if the words were for your benefit or his. "My best friend. My one and only love."

In that moment, you could ask him to bring you a star from the midnight sky and he wouldn't stop until he found a way to make it happen. You could ask for his last dollar and he would hand it to you with a smile on his face, completely enthralled with the way his name sounds on your tongue, professing that you still wanted him as much as he wanted you.

You were his undoing.

“Off,” he growls, tugging at your sweatshirt. You obey instantly and fling it aside, neither of you caring when dishes clatter to the tile floor and undoubtedly break. Your jeans follow suit after he helps you slip out of them. He runs his fingers over the delicate black lace of your bra and panties and pauses to appreciate that you knew exactly where the night would lead.

His cock twitches as you reach between your bodies to run a knuckle over his clothed length. “Your turn.” You undo the button with practiced ease, taking your sweet time as his breath comes in ragged gasps. He’d had a taste of you and hadn’t forgotten how you’d felt around him. He needed you more than he needed the air he breathed, his desperation taking over as he swats your hand aside and strips off his jeans and boxers himself.

He drops to his knees and grips your thighs, pulling you forward until your center is inches from his face. The yelp that escapes you is intoxicating, your hands flying back to catch yourself. His teeth sink none too gently into the flesh of your thigh and he’s rewarded with a moan before he flicks his tongue over the hurt.

Your head falls back and Pierre places one of your legs over his shoulder. “Mon amour,” he purrs, garnering your attention. Your head lolls forward and he waits until you meet his gaze to speak again. “You know I love you, right?”

“I never doubted it,” you confirm, lips curling in a smile. “But why don’t you prove it to me again?”

He pulls your panties aside and blows lightly. You groan, thighs tensing under his fingers as your toes curl and he chuckles. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“Do you really want to tease me?”

“What I want,” he says sharply, “is to have you moaning my name until it's the only word you know.” His tongue flicks out to dance over your thigh, dangerously close to where he knows you want him. “What I want is to make up for lost time.” He rips through the thin lace of your panties and lets the ruined scraps fall to the floor.

“Those were expensive.”

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

He would buy you an entire lingerie store if he could rip every set of it off you. He didn’t care how much it costed, it was never too much when it came to you.

“What I want most, my love,” he murmurs, smiling when his hot breath curls over your dripping cunt and you squirm, “is to forget everything else and stay here forever.”

You cry out when his tongue finally flicks through your folds. Pierre hums approvingly at your reaction, one arm snaking up to pin your hips in place. He sucks lightly at your clit and your fingers tangle in his hair.

“P-Pierre,” you breathe. He pulls back and you whine at the loss of contact. He grins up at you, the wickedness of it dragging the moan from your lips that he was after. He was drunk on the sound, desperate to hear it again and again.

“There’s my good girl.” He runs his tongue flat over your sex, savoring the taste as you squirm under him. You let out a choked noise when he repeats the motion before fucking you with his tongue, his nose hitting your clit with each stroke.

He doesn’t miss the way your lip wobbles and Pierre knows you’re ready to cry with frustration. He decides he’s tortured you enough for now and relents, putting two fingers in his mouth to wet them before plunging them inside you.

His mouth is spelling his name on your clit a moment later, your walls already clamping down on his fingers as your orgasm nears. In the handful of times he’d taken you to bed, he had already learned that when your head rolls back like that and your breathing stops, you’re seconds away from climaxing. He doesn’t let up until you’re shaking beneath him, finally slowing to work you through your orgasm without making you hypersensitive.

“Baby,” you groan breathlessly. Pierre slowly withdraws his fingers and wipes them on his thigh before pressing a final, tender kiss to your center that makes you jump.

“Use my name,” he demands, uncoiling to his full height. He grips your wrist and hauls your boneless body up, wrapping his other arm around your shoulders to keep you upright.

“Pierre,” you murmur and he grinds his hips against you in approval. He captures your mouth with his, taking advantage of your hazy mind to lazily explore it.

You hum into the kiss, managing to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Suddenly the column of your neck is all he can think about and he wraps a hand around it, squeezing with enough force that you pull back with a gasp.

“Too much?” He murmurs, lessening his grip. Your brows knit together and your lower lips juts out, begging for him to take it between his teeth. He leans in and gives in to the impulse as he swipes his thumb under your jaw.

“Tell me if you want my hand on your throat, my love. I need to hear you say it.”

“Please,” you say finally. Your eyes are cloudy when they meet his. “Keep it there.”

He shows his approval in the form of a light squeeze. You angle your hips up, nudging his cock with your center. You reach a hand down to wrap around his shaft and drag the head through your folds, teasing him as he had done to you. The grip on your throat tightens to a point bordering blissfully between pain and pleasure, both a warning and an order to continue.

If you knew how close he was to flipping you on your stomach and slamming into you, you’d call him crazy. Or maybe you’d like it, judging by the way your head falls back as he rocks his hips and inches into you.

You both moan when he decides the time for restraint has passed and he slams into you. You lift your hips to meet his with every thrust, clearly missing this just as much as he had. God, he’d lost months of fucking you, of feeling you clench around him and writhe beneath him. If he could stay like this forever he would, his hand around your neck and cock splitting you open as he laps up your moans like sweet candy.

“I’m- Pierre,” you squeak out, and he knows you’re barreling towards your second orgasm of the night. He pulls you up by your neck until you’re eye to eye and forced to look at him.

“Come for me,” he whispers, slamming into you again and again. “Come on my cock mon amour and I might just cum inside you.”

His words are your undoing, pleasure rippling from you in waves as your mouth falls open in a silent plea. He grants you no clemency as your cunt twitches around him, instead following through on his promise and following your lead.

You pants mix with his own as he struggles to keep both of you upright, his knees turned to jelly. Your head rests on his shoulder and he presses a kiss to your temple, slowly pulling out of you. A pitiful whimper escapes your throat involuntarily.

“I know,” Pierre murmurs, reaching over to start the kitchen sink. He wets a clean cloth and runs it between your legs, still supporting you as he doesn’t trust that your legs won't give out if he doesn’t. When it’s clear you can barely form a coherent thought, he scoops you in his arms and carries you to your room. He nudges the bathroom door open with his hip and sets you on the vanity.

The absence of his body heat makes you shiver when he goes to turn on the shower, adjusting the knobs until he’s satisfied with the temperature. He gathers you in his arms and steps into the tub, your sigh audible as the warm water hits your skin.

“Can you stand?” he murmurs before kissing your temple. You nod against his chest and he sets you down, keeping his hands on your waist just in case. You’re thankful for it when your knees wobble, a hand flying out to steady yourself.

“I’m okay,” you say after a beat and grin up at him. “I can stand, promise.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m taking my hands off you,” he says, grinning right back. “At least not for long.” He reaches over your shoulder for the shampoo and gestures for you to turn around. You obey, tipping your head back to wet your hair. A blissful sigh escapes you when his fingers meet your scalp, the cherry blossom scent blooming in the air as he works it into a lather.

Taking care of you was just as satisfying as the sex was. He cherished the intimacy of taking this small burden from your shoulders. The seemingly simple task was one of deep seated trust and it proved to him that your love ran bone deep. There was a level of trust in you letting him wash you that he didn't want to have with anyone else. It was reserved for you and you alone.

“Close your eyes,” he warns before guiding your head back under the water for a rinse. He cups a hand to your forehead to keep the soap from your eyes. Your smile is soft but unrestrained as you lean further into him until your back is pressed to his chest.

You both stay silent as he runs the creamy conditioner through the ends of your hair. His hand cups your jaw and tips your head back for a lazy kiss before he rinses that too and cuts the tap.

Once you're wrapped in a fuzzy white towel he finally dries himself off, fighting off a chill. He doesn't realize you're watching him until he turns around and notices you standing in the doorway.

"What?"

You push off the wall and pad back to where he stands to wrap your arms around his middle. His thumb traces patterns on your shoulder, perfectly content to stand there dripping on the tile until morning.

When it's clear you're lost in thought he speaks up. "What's on your mind?"

"When did you know you loved me?"

"Like the exact moment?" He asks, caught off guard. You nod against his chest.

"When you visited me in Milan last summer," he says a few heartbeats later. That night insisted on making guacamole at two in the morning and woke me up because you couldn't find a lime. You told me you couldn't sleep because it was all you could think about after you saw that couple at the cafe eating it."

"Why then?"

"Because I knew I didn't have a lime but I was fully prepared to knock on every door in the building to find you one. Because in that moment all that mattered was seeing your face light up when I handed it to you and knowing that it was me that made you smile like that. I knew then that I’d do anything for you."

It still amazed him how a lime of all things was the tipping point. In that moment, a lime was important to you and it so naturally became important to him. If anyone else had woken him from his deep sleep he would have grumbled and told them off. But you, seeing your face inches from his, the light from the hall casting a warm halo around your frame as you whispered his name, he hadn’t cared at all.

"But then I found the juice in the fridge," you recall and glance up at him.

"Yeah, you did. And you felt so bad for waking me up- you had no idea that I had already fallen so hard that I had to keep myself from shutting you up with a kiss.”

The easy admission seems to stir something in you and you rise up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. “I knew that time you sent food to my dorm at midnight when I was pulling an all nighter. I was studying for my calculus final, remember?”

Pierre nods. “I was in Barcelona. You weren’t answering your phone so I sent a message with the takeout guy.” He had been wholly enamored with you at that point, having quickly learned that trying to keep his feelings buried deep was an option that would never work. So he leaned into it, letting little bits of it shine through in hopes that you might pick up on it.

Your laugh rumbles through him. “It was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for me. I hadn’t eaten all day. I was too nervous.”

“Took us long enough to figure it out didn’t it?” He untangles himself from you and leads you to bed.

“I’m just glad we did eventually.” You let him guide you to the mattress while he stays standing and goes to your closet. He hunts for the shirt he wants to see you in, praying you hadn’t gotten rid of it. He finally finds it tucked back in the corner and pulls it out, the cobalt blue fabric a little faded from how often you’d worn it over the years.

“I remember that,” you say softly as he returns with it and slips it over your head.

It was the first shirt he had ever gotten upon entering Formula 1 and somehow you had wound up snagging it from his closet while he cleaned up the mess in the kitchen during that same trip to Milan. He had choked on his guac when you reappeared wearing it, eyes lingering on the Torro Rosso logo on the chest and his name splayed across your back like a claiming.

"I don't have sweatpants for you anymore," you point out with an apologetic wince. "I got rid of them."

Pierre just shrugs and hands you the shirt. "I have a change of clothes in my backpack. I was planning on working out to blow off some steam if…"

He trails off and you nod in silent acknowledgement. He didn’t have to voice the thought, you were already in his head and knew exactly what he meant. Unable to help himself, he kisses your head just because he can before retrieving his bag from the kitchen. "I have something for you," he says and lets the towel around his waist drop.

You let out a low whistle and grin at him as your eyes slide over every inch of his body. He takes more time than necessary to pull out his shorts, appreciating your gaze. You're still watching him as he slips them on and brings his bag to you.

"Do you wanna see what I got you or are you gonna stare at me all night?"

"I think I'll stare."

Pierre rolls his eyes and chuckles, plopping down next to you. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

You do as he asks but not before cocking a brow at him. Knowing the sound of the package will give it away, he does his best to draw out the first item as quietly as he can. The second he sets it in your hands a smile splits your face. He'd tear down the energy station with his bare hands to keep that expression on your face.

"It's candy." Your eyes open and you gasp. "Laffy taffy? But you can only get this-"

"In the states," He finishes. “I got as much as the store had.” The chewy, fruity candy was your absolute favorite and every once in a while you craved it. His backpack was currently stuffed full of it and various other packages of sweets, having been collected at every gp he had been to since Austin.

You tear into the package and dig for a pink one. You hold it out to him triumphantly and somehow, it’s that simple gesture that makes him melt. “You like the strawberry ones don’t you?”

“Yes baby, I do.” He lets you pop the sweet in his mouth - Pyry would certainly not approve- and grins at you. “If you eat too many before bed you won’t be able to sleep.”

“It’s still early,” you point out but don’t hesitate to set the sweets aside and cuddle up to him when he lays back. “Got somewhere to be?”

“I have to be at Milton by eight,” he says, wrapping an arm around your middle. “But you’re coming with me.”

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We will love you even if others lie about you

Hey guys!! What? You all thought that just because it’s my birthday I wasn’t going to update with more salt fics? Well you thought wrong! Here is a salt fic I thought up! Hope you all enjoy!

Jasmine has always been alone, rejected by her parents for being gifted with the ninetails quirk even when she is an omega... She has learned to accept what she is given and not to get too close to others too fast... She learned that the hard way in Paris of course, for years she has moved from one orphanage to the next with no hope of getting adopted at all, until they moved her to Paris with the hope that she would be lucky there.

She didn’t expect much... But she could still hope...

It wasn’t long before she made friends, sure she didn’t open up about her past but she still bonded with her classmates, none of them tried to push it with her which was great for her... But she always hated refusing to have anyone at her place... Since they don’t know that she lives at an orphanage, so she continued on like everything was alright, the happy days continued... Until Lila Rossi transferred to the class.

She was threatened... And the threat became real...

She was called fat, ugly, weak, useless, a waste of space, her things were destroyed, she was pushed around, homework was stolen, she was laughed at, called awful names... And that was just the nice things they did to her... For there was far worse that they have done like locking her in a closet, beating her up, tearing up her clothes which forces her to go home, leave for field trips early while leaving her behind, leaving disgusting things on her desk or even bringing her a bunch of food and pointing out how fat she is.

It was simply horrible, there were even days when she didn’t want to leave her bed with how horrible the bullying was on her, it was so bad that the workers of the orphanage were worried for her health... One day a letter arrived for her and the head of the orphanage made a choice, UA which is a high school in Japan have decided to accept her and so it was agreed that she would go in the hopes that she would get better there and not be worse then now, so she packed her things and left for a new start.

She lands in Japan without a fuss, grabs her bags and is greeted by a teacher of the school, she is told that instead of living at the orphanage... She would live in the dorms with her classmates, this was all new to her but she was going to meet three classmates: the class representative, the deputy and the pack alpha. The teacher explained that he would bring her bags to her dorm room and she could unpack later on, she walks into the school where she is greeted by Tenya Ida who is her class representative and Momo Yaoyorozu who is the deputy, she is told by Momo that the pack alpha had something to do and was unable to join them for now.

They show her around the school, tell her where they go for lessons or places she might be interested in, if she has any questions they answer them with ease, after a while they begin to guide her to the dorms while both of them worried about her... They both could tell that she had something to hide that was upsetting her. As they get to the dorms she is introduced to her classmates including Izuku Midoriya who is the pack omega, he explains the basics that he does for other omega’s that join the pack making her nod as they get inside where she meets Katsuki Bakugo the pack alpha.

The alpha prime take one look at her and could tell that something was very wrong right now, he introduces himself still while Izuku then takes her to her room and tells her how she was more then welcome in his room and the pack nest to talk and while she does nod at him... She has no plans on meeting him to talk about anything at all. For the next few weeks, things go well for Jasmine, she does well in class, asks questions in private and has adjusted well to her classmates... But Izuku is very worried, during the time she has been here, not once has she come to speak to him about herself... This lead to be told to Katsuki so he could get answers.

He arrives at her dorm room and knocks on the door gently, but to his surprise the door wasn’t locked so he speaks “It’s Katsuki, i’m coming in” with that he enters the room to find no nest, no color, no electronics, nothing scented and no personal items at all... It was pretty plain to him, Jasmine was sitting on her bed looking a little nervous of the situation, Katsuki began to beg for answers, this room set up wasn’t normal to him at all and answers were needed to understand, at first she refused to tell him anything but the begging kept going until she gave in and told him everything, how she was abandoned by her parents and bullied at school in Paris.

Katsuki’s reaction was instant... As well as his pheromones...

He was furious... Actually going feral from what she told him, the class rushed in and began pulling Katsuki out and away while Izuku took her to his room to calm down, he had her lay down in his bed to try and rest and allow her some time to think it over before talking. After awhile, she opened up and told the pack omega everything she told Katsuki, during that time, the alpha prime had calmed down and was being asked what happened... Making him reveal everything Jasmine told him to the pack, none of them were happy at this info and all agreed that they needed to help her heal from what she went through.

Izuku decided that she needed to be given a safe space, so he had her in his personal nest instead of the pack nest so to help her relax and talk to him, this helped her to try and reach out to other members of the pack so to bond, Katsuki while not speaking to her yet, watched from afar and has done small things to show that he is there for her: preparing her a meal, have snacks on hand just in case she want’s one, favorites of her’s stocked at all times, getting products to treat her hair and skin properly and one of his personal favorites... He found out about her love for video games, books and writing so he would buy her something in those categories to keep her entertained.

(Hey guys! Sorry for this but the next part isn’t allowed here so if you wanna read it... Then your gonna have to go to my ao3 account to read it)

The next day, she was all better, no signs of still being in heat at all... But this time she was happier then usual, like nothing was wrong and nothing bad had happened to her at all, the pack was fine with this really since this meant she was alright now, she was talking a lot more then before, was taking part in activities with the pack and was now joining others in private or in small groups to bond, Katsuki couldn’t help but be happy about all of this right now.

But then something happened a few weeks later...

It was sudden, one day Jasmine was bright and happy but then the next day... She throwing up in the toilet in her dorm room, the pack was very worried but it was Izuku who took her to see Recovery girl to see what was wrong, she ran a few tests but the results ended up the same “Your pregnant” she answered, it was a huge piece of info for Jasmine to swallow, so big that she ended up going to her room and letting Izuku tell them everything, after a while, Katsuki knocked on the door with something for her to eat, she didn’t move so he set the tray down on her desk “Will give you time to decide if you want to keep the pup or not... Since it is your body” he said and then left the room.

For the next three days it’s quiet, some help Jasmine in the morning when she throws up and others help her throughout the day... But in the end she decides to keep the pup, the pack is happy at the news and quickly begin to work on making a list of what they needed and plans they needed to make... All the while Katsuki is at her side... Thanking her for gifting him a pup, this continues on for the following months, appointments to see the growth of the pup who turns out to be a girl, ordering a certain things and setting things up in the nursery to set up and preparing for the baby shower.

This continues on until the birth, the pack waits while Katsuki is in the delivery room with the omega as she gives birth to Katsumi Bakugo... The first official pack pup, after a while the pack comes in to greet the pup, no scenting because not everything is confirmed for some of them, as some could transfer to another pack... So the scenting would happen after the pup is a little older for now.

While all of this was happening! Back in Paris...

Jasmine’s old classmates... For some reason were mad at the omega, it turns out that while none of them knew that Jasmine has been gone for months... They still believed Lila when she claimed that Jasmine was bullying her by sending mean messages... When in reality, the omega was gifted a new phone by her pack and has gotten adopted by Shota and Hizashi Yamada making her Jasmine Yamada now, they also believed that Jasmine was hiding at the orphanage to keep on bullying Lila... When in truth she wasn’t... Lila is an alpha claiming to be an omega, all of this was being done as a sick mind game by the alpha.

Lila believed that by taking away all of Jasmine’s friends, she would be alone and willing to do anything to have a friend... Including allowing Lila to claim and mate her, which is why she was accusing the omega of bullying her, the orphanage has been ordered many times by the class, Caline and principal for answers, but they refused, one day Adrien talked about how he was going to Japan for a photoshoot for the Bakugo fashion compagnie with there son Katsuki Bakugo.

The class wanted to go so they agreed to work together to earn the money to go with the blonde alpha, the trip was in three months... So they quickly got to work, seeing how much each of them could give for the trip while seeing how much they actually needed to earn, then planning fundraisers to earn the remaining money for the trip... A month and a half later, they had the money they needed, hotel rooms were reserved and plane flights were set so they could get going with Adrien to Japan.

Katsuki who knew about Adrien coming for the shoot... Was more focused on helping Jasmine to recover and Katsumi, the pack was helping too which was great, it took time but soon Jasmine was back at school and with her pack taking care of Katsumi, Katsuki got a call a few days later about how Adrien was off for Japan... With his classmates this time, this wasn’t good for Katsuki... He was sure that Jasmine wasn’t going to be well if she saw them but Mitsuki told him to trust her a bit and let her try to be okay.

One weekend, the pack decides that it’s time to do some shopping, they all needed a few things but so did Jasmine and little Katsumi, so off they went to the mall for a shopping trip, they were having some fun looking in stores and buying what they needed... That they ended up in the area of the mall where Adrien was doing his solo photoshoot with his classmates watching... And they saw Jasmine there with her new classmates.

The class rushed over to yell at Jasmine for the “bullying” she did to Lila, they also called her a coward for running away from her crimes... Her pack quickly moved in to defend her while Katsuki scented her and helped to calm down a crying Katsumi, Mitsuki came running over at that moment to get answers... When they had to stop Adrien from trying to claim Jasmine by force, this resulted in the police being called to take him and to call his parents on charges his son needs there help in paying for.

Caline Bustier tried to stop them but the police ignored her as they took the alpha away, some officers did stay to yell at the remaining students she has for there actions of bullying towards Jasmine when all she did was stand and walk around with her pack, Lila during that time, glared towards Katsuki, she should have been the one to mate Jasmine during her heat, she should have been the one to get her pregnant and that should be her pup that Jasmine is holding... With her bite on her neck.

She with her classmates were forced back to the hotel while Jasmine left with her pack for UA, Lila was in her room furious that Jasmine wasn’t hers... And then she got an idea, she went to the class in tears revealing that her doctor messed up with her second gender and she was actually an alpha... Also she revealed her lying disease making the class feel horrible for her right now, after a while she admitted that she wanted to mend things with Jasmine... But also wanted to court her.

This made the class really happy, not only did Lila want to fix things and move on from Jasmine bullying her to become friends but she wanted to have Jasmine as her omega! It was like a fairytale come true! They all quickly worked together to figure out a plan... Without knowing that Lila already had her plan in mind, after a while... Jasmine was with Izuku and Katsumi on a walk, Jasmine promised to call or text every once in a while to prove that she was fine, after a while they went into a café to relax a bit with something to drink and eat... Then Lila walked over to them.

She claimed that she wanted to talk to Jasmine in private, while she could tell that something was wrong... She agreed and left the café with the lying alpha, once outside... Izuku calls Katsuki and the police while trying to calm Katsumi down, Lila takes her a few blocks away where she drowns Jasmine in her pheromones, then alpha commands her to follow her, she guides Jasmine to some abandoned building where she commands Jasmine to not escape or fight back, this as a result makes her happy because she finally get’s her omega after such a long wait.

They were both out of there clothes, Jasmine was crying while letting out terrified pheromones that any sane alpha would not to back away... But Lila in her head believed that the omega was simply nervous, just as she was about to begin... Police and Katsuki get in, the alpha tries to make them leave and claim that nothing was wrong... But she is ignored as they cuff her and take her away, meanwhile... Katsuki rushed over to the terrified omega by getting her out of the commands and then carries her to the ambulance to have her looked over, the pack omega while carrying Katsumi rushed over to them, after she was cleared she was carried back to UA and into her dorm where the pack drowned her in there scent.

Lila was charged for her crimes and taken back to Paris with Adrien, the news shocked the class as they still believed that Jasmine was being horrible towards Lila but once again... Her pack defended her until they left for Paris, years went by and now they had graduated, some members of the pack left to either be with there mate or join there mates pack... Some were sadly at an agency too far from where the pack now lives, Jasmine though wasn’t working, she was now pregnant with Shoto’s twins while taking care of the now four year old Katsumi and Eiko Kirishima who Mina gave birth to.

Her old classmates did try many times to reach out to her and tried to visit but each time they were ignored... She wasn’t going to simply be with people who won’t give her any love like her pack has done from the start, besides... She had the packs pups to take care of while Izuku was in America for a mission that would be over in a week so why leave them all for toxic friends?

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