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solaris-amethyst · 1 month ago

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💫Did I even deserve you?💫

✨Pairing: Vampire!Seonghwa x dead!gn!reader ✨Prompt: Vampire Seonghwa is still miserable many decades after losing his soulmate. ✨Word Count: 3.4k ✨Genre: angst, vampire au, soulmate au 🌙Warnings: talks of death, reader is mentioned but not alive in this story, no use of y/n, mentions of Seonghwa not feeding for a long period of time, lost of a loved one, mentions of how he wishes he wasn't on this earth anymore, grief, ghosts, let me know if I missed any warnings! ☀️️Authors note: Got this idea into my head and wanted to explore writing angst in this setting. It is very different from what I usually write and I have worked hard on this one and I am quite pleased with the outcome.

The moon was high up in the sky, illuminating the forest in a light wash of grey. Highlighting the fog that is developing the forest and the castle making it look eerie and abandoned. Cobwebs dancing around windows and moss climbing up the bricks together with the roses that are climbing parts of the castle.

Both beautiful and dangerous.

It was said that sometimes you could see ghosts walking past the windows. Some even claimed to have seen a ghost in the rose garden. Walking around and calling out for their beloved but no response.

Young children were warned not to go there. It was dangerous and better to stay away from a place that would most likely fall in a few decades. The road to the castle was brittled with rocks, thick trees and bushes.

It was not a pleasant road.

Despite that there was a lone figure hiking their way up to the castle, dressed in a black robe. The figure was walking very slowly as if every step towards the castle was painful, making him hurt deeply. Despite that, he continued on with heavy footsteps to the one place he called home.

The owl up in the tree hooted familiarly once he was spotted and the howls of wolves could be heard throughout the forest. None of this bothered the man, for he knew that no one would dare to try and hurt him. A man of the night, a bloodthirsty bloodsucker as the humans once had called people like him.

Now he and his family were nothing more than a mere legend.

A myth.

Something humans wrote stories about without believing they actually existed. Sometimes the man wishes he no longer existed in this world.

It would be easier than walking around the world knowing your fated one was no longer walking this earth.

Unfortunately he was doomed to walk this cruel earth until the end of time as it was now.

The closer he got to his home the more dread and sorrow filled his entire being. He used to be filled with such happiness coming back here but now that was all gone.

The grand doors to the castle opened welcoming, sensing one of its masters returning home. The candles lighting up as he entered the hallway and walked down towards the place where he knew his brothers were residing.

They were expecting him after all. Like they do every year around this time when he gets back from his three month search around the world for anyone who could help him bring back his fated one to life.

And like every year he came back unsuccessful.

It was as if the world was taunting him. Taunting him for not being careful enough. For not appreciating what he had and for being arrogant thinking he could best fate and death because of who he was.

Seonghwa

Your voice.

He stopped what he was doing. Only the wind was blowing in from an opened window. The figure looked around carefully, not making much movements, for us mortals it would have looked like he was completely still.

He shook his head gently. It must have been the wind. It cannot have been your voice he heard.

You are no longer here he told himself as he continued his walk towards the room his brothers were in. He could not have heard your voice whisper his name in the wind. You were dead, no longer walking this earth and it felt like his heart was breaking into thousands of pieces every single day when he remembers that.

He remembers your smile, your laughter, your kindness. Everything that he once took for granted he now misses with such intensity that he does not know what to do with himself. It is like the joy he once had is now gone, sucked out of his body leaving behind a cold empty shell.

He starts walking again. He knows his brothers have heard him arrive and he knows that they are waiting for him. The closer he gets the more he can hear them. Shuffling around in the living room, living their normal lives.

Not stricken by grief.

The doors open once again welcoming, just like the front doors to one of its masters returning home and the noise dies down as he steps inside looking around at his family. They are all there. The first ones he notices are the two brunettes sitting together on the sofa. Yunho, Yeosang. Then he sees the them, San, Wooyoung. The latter holding a large book, open on some random page that they seemed to have been discussing before he arrived. He searched for the youngest of his brothers who he found standing next to the tall blond man near the table. Jongho. Mingi. He counted them in his head, he looked around, searching for the leader of his coven. He found him, standing near the big window gazing out into the garden. Hongjoong.

A part of him felt a little better after doing the count. For some reason he had worried they would not all be here when he came back despite the fact that they were always there. No doubt. They would always be here to welcome him home after his long journey.

The blond at the window turned around and when their eyes met he gave him a smile.

"Welcome home Seonghwa. We have missed you." He said taking a few short steps forward to greet him. Taking him into an embrace which he returned.

"I am glad to be back." Seonghwa replied even if it was only half the truth. He was glad to be back seeing his brothers but in reality he was not overly pleased being back without a solution to his suffering.

"How was your journey around the world? Did you find what you were searching for?" Hongjoong questioned even though Seonghwa suspected he already knew the answer to that just like the rest in the room listening in on their conversation.

"Unfortunately I have yet to find someone or something that could help me bring back my loved one." He told him, his shoulders slumping forward. He tried to put on a neutral face but Hongjoong was smart, he could see through his facade quicker than anyone else in their coven. His eyes had shown a glimt of understanding as he nodded carefully.

"You look awful, have you been feeding at all when you have journeyed???" Wooyoungs voice pierced through the air, clearly targeted at him and he could only shrug his shoulders opting not to look at the younger vampire.

"I do not feel hungry anymore Wooyoung." Was the only thing he could give as a response and if he had not already been dead the look Wooyoung sent him would have put him 5 feet under the ground as they spoke.

"You have to feed Seonghwa. It is not healthily to avoid feeding for as long as you have! Lat time I saw you feed was three months ago before you left!" Wooyoung stalked towards him "Are you telling me you have not feed in three months??"

They stared at each other for a long while. He knew all of them already knew the answer. It was the same every year and like every year before this year Wooyoung always grew furious when he figured that he had been neglecting his own health.

Again.

He could feel the energy around him tense up. The others were clearly not happy at all with this and yet despite that Seonghwa could not get himself to care about it. Had it been the other way around he would have been furious, furious at his brothers for ignoring their health and not eating but since it was him and not them he found himself often not caring. He would rather wallow in his grief, allowing the ugly feelings tormenting him to come to the surface in various ways.

"How is my beloved? Are they still safe in their casket?" He asked, voice cracking at the word beloved.

The very thought of you not being there or the possibility of something happening to you whilst he was gone was terrifying to him and he had to fight hard to stop the tears wanting to well up in his eyes.

Wooyoungs furious eyes soften instantly when he had asked the question and the other looked at him with sympathy. Yunho nodded confirming that you were still safe, still protected in the garden he had grown just for you.

"They are safe Seonghwa. We have made sure nothing could harm them whilst you were away." San said, giving him that kind smile only San could give someone when they needed it the most. Seonghwa felt like he could see the stars in his brothers eyes at that moment and it never failed to amaze him how much love and adoration could be seen in Sans eyes and how it was always something very real. It never faded or changed no matter how many decades had passed and right now he was thankful for it.

For the love and compassion his brothers were showing him.

"Why do you not sit down? Tell us about your journey? What has changed in the world since last time you went outside?" Hongjoong questioned whilst leading him over to the big chair, gently guiding him to eventually sit down in it. A blanket was placed over him, Mingi moving with utmost care to wrap it around him to keep him warm. He almost let words of protests out until he saw the worry in his eyes.

"Your beloved would not want you neglecting yourself like this." Was all he said with a low rumble before standing up and walking over to Jongho.

That stung.

His heart ached at the comment Mingi had said. Everyone had heard it. It was impossible for them not to hear him. They just pretended like nothing had been said but he knew they were silently agreeing with him. Agreeing with the statement that you, his beloved, who no longer walked this earth, would not want him to neglect himself and his health.

He wants to respond. To deny what Mingi has said. He has rationalized in his head that you would be okay with what he is doing so he can bring you back and the two of you can live together again like you did before.

The rest of his coven sits down all looking at him with curious eyes. Waiting for him to start telling them about his journey.

"It is all the same. Nothing has really changed in the outside world. We are still myths and legends. The only thing that has changed amongst humans is their greed. I would say they have become even greedier and distrusting than before."

"Humans have always been greedy and distrusting Seonghwa." Hongjoong cut him off before sending an apologetic look when he glared at his coven leader.

"I would say they are even more so now than before. I searched through every country on this bloody earth and I found no one. No one who could help me bring my beloved back. The sights I saw when wandering should have taken my breath away but all it did was make me angry. Furious that they were not next to me witnessing it all. At one point on a cliff looking out at the ocean I screamed. I cursed everything living and dead that day. I was so angry and I still am." Seonghwa spoke, his hands fiddling with the blanket as his eyes darken in anger.

His brothers look at each other in worry. They had hoped after many decade that Seonghwas fury and anger would dwindle down but it only seemed to grow with each year. Wooyoung looked at his older brother and friend in sorrow, he had been close to you, Seonghwas beloved, when you were still living and breathing. He understood the pain and anger Seonghwa was feeling but he also knew that you would not wish this upon anyone. Once having confided in him that you would want them to move forward to be happy, not to forget but to eventually come to cherish what had been rather than constantly living in the past thinking of what you could have done together if only things had gone differently.

"And I-" Seonghwa started but stopped once he heard it again.

Seonghwa.

He looked around. He swore he had heard your voice again. This time it could not have been the wind for no window was open.

"Hwa? What is wrong?" Yunhos voice brought him back from his thoughts as he turned to look at him.

"Y-you did not hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Nothing." He shakes his head "It was nothing."

"Perhaps you should go and rest?" Yeosang chimed in and the others agreed, nodding their heads.

Seonghwa looked at them before glancing around again, he was sure he heard you but now since none other than him seems to have heard you he wonders if some rest would actually help him.

So he nods and he can see the other's shoulders drop down in relaxation as if they had been expecting him to put up a fight and argue with them about resting.

"Perhaps I should... but I would like to go see them first." He feels stupid, like a child asking for permission to do something when he is the oldest in the coven. He could do whatever he wanted and if that was to go out into the rose garden and visit you then he could without permission.

He stands up before anyone can answer what he has said, he lays the blanket back on the chair before he strides towards another sets of doors which will lead him back to a corridor and down a few flight of stairs before he can enter the garden.

The doors open immediately for him and he makes a point of quietly thanking the castle for opening its doors for him. He remembers the first time he had gone out on his three month journey. When he had come back inconsolable wanting to leave that room to go see you the castle had refused. Refused to open its doors and windows for its master to go wherever he pleased.

Not until he had calmed down and only the silent tears were staining his cheeks had he been allowed out. It was after his brothers had held him close, allowing him to grieve in safety and then being given a cup of blood to drink by Wooyoung to help stabilize himself.

After that the castle had always listened to him. And now he was walking with a sense of purpose, he had to see you again. It always pains him to be away from you for three months when he spends almost every single day around you. Tending to the roses or cleaning the glass casket you lay inside whilst talking quietly to you about his days or how much he misses you.

As he walks out of the door and into the garden he stops in his tracks when he sees something or rather someone walking ahead of him.

You.

He cannot stop himself before he rushes forward and just as he is to grab your hand you vanish.

"No... No no no no no!" He mumbles to himself, now sprinting towards the rose garden, you cannot be gone.

You cannot.

Seonghwa almost trips over the steps leading up to where you lay and he stops at the casket breathing heavily gripping it tightly as he takes you in.

You are still there. Untouched. Just like the way you had been when he had left three months ago.

"My beloved." He whispers and just like that the tears are welling up again in his eyes.

Seonghwa. My love.

Seonghwa gasps as he hears your voice again turning around since he can hear your voice from behind him. He had not expected to actually see you. You are pale, standing there and he notes as he falls down on his knees in shock that you are slightly transparent.

"My beloved. My love." He says while the first tear fall down his pale cheek. His voice is growing thick with emotion and when you look at him with those sad eyes he cannot help himself from crawling up to you trying to take ahold of your hand in his only to realize he is unable to.

"No. Please no. Please." He whimpers looking up at you as the waterworks starts afresh.

You have to let me go.

"No! No no no no please I cannot do that. Please I am sorry I cannot live in a world without you. Please do not leave me." He pleads over and over again trying to take ahold of you but he keeps going through you. His eyes looks almost wild as he tries everything to be able to hold you.

You can see how his heart breaks over and over at not being able to hold you and you know you cannot be visible for much longer.

I love you.

When Seonghwa notices that you are disappearing from his view is when he goes into hysterics. He wails for you to come back to him, he screams in fear, anger and grief and it echos loudly throughout the entire forest. He roars in anger, smashing a statue before breaking down again near the casket. Sobbing over and over again that he is sorry, that he wishes you would come back to him. He asks for death to take him once and for all so he can reunite with you.

He grips his head as he cries, wails and screams in fury and sadness. It is like an explosion he cannot control. Seonghwa is unsure of how much time has passed but he finds that he does not care. All he cares about is that he saw you and he could not hold you one last time like he wished he could. He contemplates for a moment to destroy your casket just so he could hold you in his arms again but he physically cannot make that move.

He cannot destroy your last sleeping place. That would be like spitting on your entire existence if he did, so he finds himself hurting himself and the statues and rose bushes around himself in a fit of anger.

Up in the castle seven figures are looking out of the window from the room they still were in. Hearing Seonghwas wails of agony and grief pained them. It was as if someone was driving a spear into their non-beating heart over and over again.

"I wish I could take away all his pain and suffering. All this grief." Jongho mumbles before leaning close to Hongjoong, hiding his face in the crook of his leaders neck as said man brings an arm around him to bring comfort.

"I never want to find my soulmate... It will only bring even more anguish to him. He will constantly be reminded of his own soulmate who he no longer has. I do not want to make him go through that." San says, tears building up in his eyes.

"You cannot stop it from happening San. Do not deprive yourself of the happiness of finding your soulmate because Seonghwa lost his. That is not something he would want. He would want you to be happy. You know that San." Yunho said whilst giving the younger a sad smile, tears also in his eyes as Seonghwa continues to scream and wail out apologies, curse words and asking for you to come back to him.

"Grief... What is not grief if not love persevering. It is proof of how much he has loved and cherished his beloved. He was just too blind in the moment that he thought he could best death and now all these years later after death won he cannot handle it. Because he has yet to fully accept that they are gone. He has yet to accept that they are gone. It might take years until he gets over the stages of anger, denial, depression and guilt. We will be there to help him through it all. I was thinking of going with him next year so he will not be alone on his journey." Hongjoong says eyes sharply focused on the figure down below.

Eyes slightly widening when he sees something or someone behind his brother before it disappears. He could have sworn it looked like you but he must have been wrong. It was probably the tears in his eyes clouding his vision.

It could not have been you.

You were dead.

Gone.

Forever.

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dolliedarlin · 2 years ago

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THE PA | SIX ⏤BAKUSQUAD POLY

SUM. : its paradise finally finding and spending time with your soulmates, you want to treasure your precious time together for as long as possible

PAIR. : bakusquad poly x personal assistant reader

LENGTH : 5.6k

G. : fluff ; soulmate au ; poly au ; prohero au ; timeskip au ; time spent together is precious

WARNING : sexual tension ; kissing ; suggestive ; a fat slice of cuteness

A/N : i’m so sorry for the extended wait my loves, thank you all so much for waiting so patiently for this update. a lot of things happened this past year. There are many reasons but I don’t have the time to explain, all I can say is that I’m so so grateful for all of your patience and I hope to make up for it by writing every day now that it’s the holidays and I have the time to write something other than my thesis/dissertation.

PREV.

“Um…Bakugou-san?” you whisper hesitantly, resisting the urge to fidget about, considering the position you were currently in.

“Hmmm?” the blonde gruffly hums from behind you. Still too skittish to answer, Bakugou takes advantage of your silence to shift his attention away from paperwork and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling his face into your neck, “What is it?” he whispers back after revelling in your alluring scent, beaconing him to keep you trapped for longer in his lap.

“I have a lot of work to do too,” you wail with a whine, face and neck overheating from his touch. The close contact and affectionate skinship is something you still have to get used to and you’ve begged all of your soulmates to give you time to get accustomed to it. They try their best to honour your wishes but also admit that they will always have their moments of weakness, even Bakugou. If it has anything to do with you, they will always have a weakness.

“Just a few more minutes,” Bakugou presses his words into the exposed column of your neck as he further buries his face into your skin. His large hands roam the rest of your body but one eventually finds its place clutching the curve of your waist as the other rests against your shapely thigh. You’re flustered to say the least but understand that it’s only natural for your soulmates to get this needy as you have a terrible habit of pulling away from their amorous advances, no matter how demure. It could be a simple brush of hands but you still panic from it. You feel horrible for being so timid but the others have assured you that they find your shyness to be very endearing.

You’re always holding up such a sophisticated and elegant appearance as his personal assistant; your eyes focused, your frame confident and your tongue polite and professional with a touch of dignified zest, befitting a woman of your occupation and standing. You have the job because you are capable, punctual, reliable and hard working - you do your assigned tasks exceptionally well. But to see you reduced to shy glances, an acquiescent frame and clement articulations has the proud hero on his knees and ready to service you in every which way. It’s what you deserve, after all, as his beautiful, beautiful soulmate.

Bakugou almost laughs at himself for being such a hypocrite; he’s always the first to berate his other soulmates for smothering you with affection and using you as a distraction from work. And yet…here he is, distracting you and himself during the work day. Defeated, Bakugou finally lets his head fall back and breathes out a chuckle indicative of his trounce.

“Alright, you can go…” smiling up at him in thanks, you move to get off his lap but are stopped by the slight squeeze of his hands, “but first, gimme those lips,” he doesn’t give you a moment to respond before he’s confining your lips to a passion-filled kiss. It wasn’t just one kiss he took from you, he took several, growing hungrier and hungrier after each one until he finally let you go with a proud grin. You hurry to the door and wish him well on his own workload, too embarrassed to meet his gaze as you close the door behind you.

If you had even an ounce of courage to catch a glance of him before exiting his office, you would’ve seen him licking his lips and wiping your smudged lipstick from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A satisfied smirk contours the line of his lips as he examines the pretty colour on his thumb and kisses it with a hum of fulfilment.

You always taste so sweet…

He’s typically not a fan of sugar but the sugar on your lips is something he’ll always hunger for.

Making it out of Bakugou’s office, you immediately pull out your pocket mirror and check your appearance. Smudged lipstick. You click your tongue but smile and go about reapplying your favourite colour when you make it back to your desk. Your hair needs fixing too and new ruffles on your work dress needs flattening but it’s easily manageable. Looking around, you’re safe from any prying eyes and sigh in relief before continuing to go about finally doing your work.

You love your soulmates dearly and wish you could reciprocate their advances with just as much vigour but you care for their careers and public image too much; they’ve worked so hard to get this far, you can’t let them throw all that away just for you.

At least nobody but you, Bakguou and a small handful of upper management individuals and Proheros actually enter the top floor of the Dynamight Agency so you’re pretty safe from any prying eyes or loose gossip. As long as you maintain your clean and professional appearance in front of your colleagues, you and Bakugou will be free of any scandalous rumours.

Since uncovering your bond with the other five proheroes, you’ve since then successfully moved into their shared modern, luxury estate. It appears that there are gated clusters of high-end properties scattered strategically across Tokyo, where only the top Proheroes reside, so that, when called to emergencies, they are able to arrive at locations in their allocated radius at a reasonable time.

It’s early morning and you’re freshly out of the shower after having finished your morning exercise at the home gym, when you smell something delicious in the air.

You had already combed hair oils through your damp hair, did your skincare and pulled on your undergarments in the spacious bathroom; you were ready to return to your room so as to get dressed but your rumbling tummy couldn’t resist the enticing seduction of aromatic food in the air.

Tightly tucking your bath towel snug around your figure, you cautiously make your way to the downstairs kitchen, trying to figure out who would be in there so early in the morning. Usually, the only other person awake right now is Bakugou as he likes taking his morning run in the crisp cool air of daybreak. Other than him, you find it hard to place who could be cooking up breakfast so early in the morning.

It wouldn’t be long before you finally find out who the culprit is, however, and you couldn’t be happier to make the discovery as it came with a great view. Standing at the stove stood Kirishima, shirtless and with a simple apron on, his chequered pyjama bottoms loosely clinging onto his frame from the sharp lines of muscle carving out his brawny waist and hips.

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” Kirishima greets with his back still turned, shocking you but it’s to be expected. His trained senses must have traced your figure from the top of the stairs all the way to the kitchen door.

“How did you know it was me?” you ask, tilting your head and leaning against the door frame, amused by his jovial attitude. Just seeing him (or any one of your soulmates) makes you happy.

Kirishima shrugs his shoulders, “the sound of your footsteps are different to the others,” his answer made your brows raise in surprise. Was he really that acutely tuned into you and the others’ gaits?

“What are the differences?” you ask out of pure curiosity as you watch him step away from the stove and plate the delicious breakfast he cooked up for everyone.

“Yours are the softest and most steadily paced. Sero’s are almost silent and are the slowest but most consistently paced, Bakugou’s steps are relatively quick and stomp-y, like he’s always trying to get somewhere quickly,” both of you chuckle at his carefully used descriptor for your typically hot-headed soulmate. Kirishima is now reaching into the cupboards to lay out everyone’s favourite drinks with their favourite glasses or mugs, “Mina’s steps usually kinda follows a tune or rhythm and Denki tends to be the most ‘messy’ but fun,” he puts into air quotes as he approaches you and pulls you close by the waist. You place your hands around his neck as you tilt your head up to peer at him with questioning eyes, “his pace ranges from slow to fast and wide to short strides,” you both smile at each other and he leans in to press his forehead against yours, “now…it’s breakfast time~” he chimes and pulls back with a grin.

You giggle and nod, completely forgetting your state of dress, the morning fuzziness clouding your usually alert state, “right, thank you Ei~” you sing happily, stomach already craving for a bite of the filling breakfast laid out across the table.

“No; thank you~“ Kirishima matches your tune-filled voice but his statement brings a question to the tip of your tongue.

“What do you mea-? Ah!” you squeal when the red head playfully bites your exposed shoulder.

“You’re so cute, babe,” he whispers and kisses your skin, an apology for the reddening bite he marked into it.

“Ow! Stop it!” you laugh and try to push him away.

“No can do, I gotta bite you for being so cute and sexy,”

“What did I do?~” you whine. This makes Kirishima pull away with a raised brow, giving you an up and down look before prompting you to look down at yourself.

“Oh!” he hums in satisfaction from your flustered stance when you quickly realise how severely underdressed you are. Granted you have your underwear on but you were still in just your towel.

“I know you don’t mean to but,” Kirishima whistles softly, winking at you after he makes a show of looking you up and down again, “you look so…tempting right now,”

Feeling uncharacteristically courageous, you flirt with your eyes and smile innocently, “maybe that’s what I want to do…”

Not a second passes before you’re swept up into your soulmate’s muscular arms and placed to sit on the kitchen counter. Kirishima already has your lips in a heated dance with his own as his hands hold you close at the waist. Your own hands make their way into his soft hair, untamed by his usual gel. At some point, your towel comes off and Kirishima throws away his apron. Although it starts off heated, your passionate lip-lock tango with the red-head slows to prolonged kisses, as soft as moonlight and as relaxed as the lazy summer breeze. The main focus shifted in that same change of pace. Instead, the two of you focused on each other’s skin, enjoying the warmth and touch of the other. It felt nice to feel the skin of your thighs around his naked waist as well as feeling your exposed back with his rough hands. It made you sigh contentedly into his mouth as he smiled against your connected lips.

At last, the two of you part for air but stay pressed against one another with your foreheads touching and your eyes staring deeply into each other’s loving gaze.

“You’re so soft…” Kirishima compliments in a hush, so that only you could hear him - not that there was anybody else around to eavesdrop on you. It’s one of the main reasons why he loves touching you so much. He loves how your skin seems to always welcome his touch with a softness unique to you. His other soulmates have their own individual feel but yours is a delicate velvet that the roughed-up hero always appreciates - similar to Mina but still exclusive to you.

“And you’re all scarred up…” you return, eyes somehow frowning at him.

“I’m not a rough person,” as if to demonstrate he gives you another feather-soft kiss.

You giggle, still speaking in whispers, “I know…but it’s sexy,” he grins widely and pulls away to laugh aloud.

“You really need to stop that, babe, you always make it so hard for me to be gentle with you,” an embarrassing heat rises to your cheeks as you look away bashfully. He moves back, leaving you sitting atop the kitchen counter and returns shortly after to pull his giant shirt over your figure, swamping you in the fabric. Once dressed in his shirt, Kirishima brings you down from your perch and chuckles at your appearance. He loves seeing you in his clothes so much; it makes you look so much more lovable than you already are.

“I’m sorry,” you don’t really mean the apology from the cheeky smile on your face but Kirishima accepts it, he doesn’t really want you to stop either.

“Should we wake the others-?”

RING! RING! RING!

A blaring alarm cuts through the once calm atmosphere and prompts Kirishima to check the hero device he and the rest of your prohero soulmates always keep on their person.

“What is it, Kiri?” you ask, worry in your eyes as the red-head quickly goes about getting dressed into his hero suit.

“There’s an emergency nearby so I’m heading out,” fully-dressed, Kirishima grabs a quick bite of breakfast before heading to the front door with you following close behind, “don’t worry, beautiful,” he reassures you with a smile after putting on his shoes.

“I know you’re strong but please be careful,” he thanks you for your concern and pulls you into a final kiss before he’s rushing off.

“I’ll be home soon!” He calls back as you wave him goodbye from the open doorway, attempting a brave smile with concern swimming in your hollowed-out chest. Within the house, there’s a flurry of movement as the others abruptly rise from their sleep and rush to put on their own hero suits - they probably rose to the alarm too. Even though more of them were soon going to be joining Kirishima, you felt more assured then when you saw him rushing off to the scene alone. If they work together then they’ll be able to stay safe.

You know they’ll get home safely.

A rustling from the shrubbery nearby catches your attention and you freeze in place. This is a gated private community, the likelihood that someone could sneak in would be very low on the scale. Approaching the uniform, decorative flora in your outdoor slippers and Kiri’s shirt, you peak over and spot nothing. Relief washes over your head. The paranoia over potentially getting caught by paparazzi and aggressive media personnel was slowly getting to you and it’s anxiety inducing; you can’t even happily spend time with your newly discovered soulmates.

You shake any remaining negative emotions out of your frame and re-enter the house, ready to wish the rest of your soulmates goodbye as they ready themselves to join Kirishima for a villain attack.

It’s a surprise how you could have ever survived so long without having Mina as your selfcare partner. You already took good care of your skin and hair before but, with Mina, the routine became so much more fun and entertaining, especially when she was able to rope in the others to join you. She could be very convincing.

Denki was the one who actively sought you two out to do some selfcare together; Kiri and Sero were up for doing anything with you two, trusting in your knowledge of the topic and love of them to be well taken care of. But it was Bakugou who put up some resistance. He always eventually succumbed to your demands, however, grumbling here and there under his breath but you could see that he enjoyed being pampered, especially when it was by you and Mina. You two are their favourite girls after all. Soon enough, you’re sure he will be the one to seek you two out for the weekly routine pampering session, he was a man all about routine, after all.

One of the main things you liked to look forward to about this whole routine was the shopping aspect. It was always fun to pile skin care and self care products up in your individual baskets, hoping to share your findings with one another when you met up at the check-out counter.

This time, Mina had been very excited to shop together with you all in search of a new clay mask she had been anticipating the release of from one of her favourite skincare brands. The two of you planned an entire night based around that clay mask and Mina made sure she was off patrol duty so that she could experience it with you. Sero was kind enough to take on her shift so that you two could spend quality time together, to which you both rewarded him with plenty of kisses and cuddles.

“If either of you want another pamper night but it falls on Mina’s shift, always tell me first and I’ll happily switch shifts,” Sero voiced out, his face littered with lipstick kisses and a dopey smile stretched out across his lips.

One problem was that the search for that particular clay mask took longer than expected. It appeared as though everyone had been out to purchase it too so splitting up to cover more ground in the store was definitely a good idea. The two of you managed to meet up at the spot the clay mask was being sold and swiped up two tubs of it with an enthusiastic cheer.

“Let’s hurry and pay so we can start our selfcare date night early today,” Mina whispered in happiness beside you as you nodded along. You displayed a smile despite the ominous feeling you felt following you about the store. It was your paranoia acting up again; you hate to say it but you easily complied with it by keeping a modest distance from the pinkette who had been trying to link arms with you on the way to the cash register, “what’s wrong, (Y/N)?”

“Oh nothing…” you hesitated but let her have her way in standing close to you. It’s just your paranoia, you don’t want it taking over fully and tarnishing your relationship even though it came from a good place.

Night soon fell and after seeing off Sero, you and Mina moved to her room, where she played her self care playlist through her portable speaker, laid out some yummy snacks to share along with all the self care necessities the two of you would soon be spoiling yourselves in. The first order of business was a shower. You took it together and helped each other with your hair, giggling at the bubbles the shampoo made, talked through your favourite body scrub, helped give one another shoulder massages when helping to lather up the body wash and squealed in unison from the final burst of ice-cold water to tighten up your hair follicles.

“That took longer than expected,” you laughed, catching sight of the clock on the wall. It had been about an hour or so since you and Mina entered the shower together.

“Yeah but it was worth it, that was such a fun but relaxing shower,” Mina sighs in content as she stretches out in her bathrobe on the bed. The shoulder massage you gave her did magic to her usually tense back muscles, she’ll be sure to brag about this to her other soulmates in the hopes that she’ll be able to playfully induce some jealousy whilst simultaneously praising more of your hidden skills and talents.

“Yeah~” you reciprocate her sigh of content, “as much as I love the boys, I love our girl time too,” the two of you hummed in agreement and stayed sprawled out on the bed with a towel under your wet hair for several more minutes before eventually agreeing to continue your self care session.

While your hair was still wet, you treated your scalp and hair-ends with hair oils, using a scalp massager on each other when doing so. After that came the much anticipated clay mask.

“We have to be careful with clay masks,” Mina warns as she applies the mask onto your face as you close your eyes, she was using the small spatula provided and secretly admired the sweet features of your face while doing so. This was a good idea. The pinkette loves seeing you relaxed and happy rather than stressed and serious, though a pair of furrowed brows, a firm gaze and your elegant silhouette did have a big, flustering effect on her.

“Why is that?”

“We can’t move our faces once it begins to dry because then it’ll crack,”

“Oh yeah…” she giggles at your realisation, how could you have forgotten that? Nevertheless, it was eventually your turn to apply the mask on her.

“Mmmm~ you have a really gentle touch, (Y/N),” Mina praises, her voice lazy from the peacefulness and happy from your company. You wanted to reply but your mask was already setting in and you didn’t want to ruin Mina’s work in applying an even coat for you so you settled with humming in return.

When Mina’s mask was done, the two of you resorted to communicating through writing. You both danced to songs with straight faces and helped give each other cute pedicures while waiting for the timer you set up. It was really hard to keep from laughing when you danced to songs, staring at each other with straight faces. You were doing a pretty good job until Mina turned to the side, faced you and started to twerk with the most deadpan face you had ever seen on her.

Naturally, you had a laughing fit, cracking up your dried mask and soon had the pinkette cracking up her mask too when your laughter became too contagious.

“Oh my god! Your face! Your Face!” you wheezed.

“No! Look at your face! HAHAHAHA!” the two of you laughed your butts off until you heard the boys walk into the house from downstairs. You wanted to go and greet them but Mina shook her head and pulled you close, “you wanna do something fun?”

How could you say no?

Now you’re waiting at either side of the door and waiting for one of your four potential victims to pass through and scare the living daylights out of. You were hoping it would be Denki first but from the heavy footsteps and light cordial whistling, you could tell that it was going to be Kirishima…

And, soon enough, the red-head walked into view as you and Mina shared a mischievous look, anticipating his surprise. Just as the red-head was a step or two away, you both jumped out and pulled funny faces to accompany your cracked up face masks.

“Woah!” Kirishima jumped and clutched at his heart but laughed it off like the good sport he is, “You two really scared me there! Haha! Looking cute~” he gives you both a kiss and walks off but not before giving you both a light slap on the butt, “Good luck with the other three~”

Denki was the one that came next and he had the most exaggerated expression; screaming like a little girl. It sets you and Mina off into hysterics as you high-five with the pride of achieving such a funny response. Of course, the blonde didn’t like this or, at least, pretended like he didn’t because his revenge only came in the form of tickles. He too wished you and Mina good luck with the others.

“Next time you two decide to do masks, don’t forget to invite me to join in too!” The electric hero pouts cutely while you and Mina give him kisses of apology before promising to include him in your next face mask session.

Sero didn’t get scared like you hoped. Instead, he grins toothily at you both and leans down to meet your eyes since he’s so tall and gives you both a soft kiss on the lips.

“Nice try cuties,” he chuckles at your adorable pouty faces, having to hold himself back from cooing at you, “if only Denki didn’t come before me and squeal like a little girl,” the three of you laughed loudly before shushing up in anticipation for the final victim as Sero walks off as well.

When the time finally came, Bakugou flinched and Mina didn't miss the opportunity to tease him for it. Naturally, the spiky blonde’s hot-headedness makes him angry and he scoops you and Mina up in both arms before stomping off into the bathroom.

“Wash that stupid mask off already! It’ll dry out your skin!”

So he has been listening to your ramblings about self-care…

Sero has developed the most romantic pastime and, at your shy request, he also takes the time to teach you what he’s been able to learn on his own.

Sat in between his long, outstretched legs, Sero guides you through a melodic arrangement of chords on his acoustic guitar. He is patient and his large hands guide your unpracticed fingers through the movement with a kind warmth. In his dark eyes, there is a soft tenderness reserved only for you in appreciation for your interest in his hobby and the genuine effort you put into doing your best.

It’s already been a few weeks and you’re already a handful of sessions in with him. The start was rough and full of giggles but now you were already able to successfully play a sweet little tune with minimal help from the tape-hero.

Time spent together like this always sets such a comfortable atmosphere that will only be remembered with fondness, at least, it does for Sero. For you, a perfectionist at heart, remain unsatisfied with your nominal progress.

“It’s okay, pretty, no need to push yourself. You have the prettiest little hands so don’t stress too much over being unable to reach the tough chords right away, you’ll adapt over time,” in an attempt to comfort you, he presses a languid kiss to your temple from behind.

“My hands aren’t small!” you stretch out your hands and wiggle your fingers in a feeble attempt to demonstrate your statement.

“Well…” Sero stretches out his own hands to compare his against yours and smirks at the defeated groan you give.

“Your hands aren’t a fair comparison because yours are just abnormally big!”

“And yours are abnormally small…” he teases and tightly wraps his arms around you in order to tame your small tantrum of protest. You’re too cute sometimes, “It’s not a bad thing, Bonita,”

“You make it sound like a bad thing…”

“These pretty hands have done a lot of things. Amazing, incredibly things and now they’re attempting to learn a passion of mine, something they aren’t obligated to do, which, in my opinion…” he holds your hands in his and brings them to his lips, whispering into the skin covering your knuckles, “makes it the most amazing thing they’ve ever done thus far,”

In the silence, Sero presses another kiss against your temple and realises the sudden new heat of your skin. It’s a clear indication of your newly flustered state and makes the signature toothy grin splay out over his lips; you really are the cutest.

“You’re too much sometimes, Hanta,”

“Listen…” he whispers into the skin of your shoulder after already having pulled down your shirt collar for better access, “if you want, you can have free access to my guitar whenever you’re free,” he promises, “even if I’m not around, you can practise as much as you want. You have my express permission,” he kisses your shoulder once more, “surprise me, Bonita,”

Every chance you were able to practise without Sero, you took the opportunity with determination underpinned by your deep desire to surprise him with your solitary progress.

A week or two passes and you’re finally able to repeat the tune that Sero often strums effortlessly on the guitar and you rush to demonstrate your success to him as he is relaxing in a hammock within the garden between two trees.

“Sero! Sero! Look at what I can do!” You call out, giddy with excitement and his guitar in your arms. Stopping before his hammock, you wait for him to sit up with a lazy smile and focus his full attention onto you. You then begin to play with a look of full concentration on your face and triumphantly serenade him with the same romantic tune he’s been subtly serenading you with during each of your guitar sessions.

Once you strum the last tune, he showers you in applause and whistles in glee at your achievement.

“That was amazing! You did so well, come here, Bonita,” he opens his arms for you whilst still in the hammock. With a squeal of happiness, you join him and cuddle up in his arms, the guitar leaning against one of the trees you were nestled between, “I’m so proud of you,” he praises as you kick your legs in happiness, “you’re so cute when you get all giddy like this,” he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and his voice lowers dangerously, “it makes me want to do unspeakable things to you” he laughs as you squeal from the shock and embarrassment his confession brings you, “but, I did make a promise and I’m following strict instructions from Katsuki to be gentle with you. For now, it’s going to have to wait - until then…” Sero lifts your chin up to look deeply into your beautiful eyes and playfully pouts at you, “try to stop being so unintentionally seductive,” he tucks your face into his collar as holds you in an affectionate embrace. A calm wind rocks your cuddled up figures within the hammock and your heart beats in momentary happiness.

You don’t want to admit it but you feel the ominous feeling of being watched once again and quickly make an excuse to return to the house. The excuse you come up with has you mentioning something about remembering the forecast for rain later so Sero gets up soon after you and puts his hammock away whilst taking a mental note of your unusual behaviour to potentially discuss with the others later on.

“How is this possible?!” Denki gapes in astonishment from beside you, his hands clutching at his hair as you smile triumphantly. The blonde has taken you out to his favourite arcade, a secluded treasure tucked away in a quiet alley within the city. He’s a regular who manages to fail at winning any plushies at all the claw machines and yet, here you were winning him a pikachu plushie on your first try.

“Here you go, Denki,” you chirp happily, handing over the Pikachu toy. It suits him so well, he deserves to have it and you’re happy to have made the effort to win it for him.

“How did you do that?” The electric hero almost begs on his knees for some sort of guidance. There’s no way you could have defeated the undefeatable claw machine without having some sort of secret technique or past experiences. He always loses all his tokens trying to win plushies and you make it look so easy. He wants to get you a cute plushie too!

“Haha! I don’t know,” you shrug with a bright smile, “I just know that I wanted to give you that Pikachu toy,” at your answer, Denki forgets all about his jealousy and allows his awe of you to skyrocket. You’re so cute. So very cute!

“Eeep!” you squealed from being swept up in his arms. With your hands on his shoulders, you look down at him as he adoringly stares up at you. There are countless butterflies in your stomach that you try to suppress but it’s no use when you catch sight of his devoted, lovestruck expression.

“You’re too good for me,”

Seeing as the arcade was mostly deserted, you dared to lean down and press a kiss against his awaiting, pink lips, “I could say the same about you,” Denki grins widely at your comment and locks your lips into another kiss.

You offer to win him another plushie but he insists on winning you one himself so as to even the odds. Unfortunately, despite his determination, he ends up losing all his tokens and you were left comforting him on his loses. He was really cute about it though. There was a fire in his eyes that sealed his determination into a pointed focus aimed solely at the claw and the buttons of the machine. It was admirable and his actions alone were worth all the plushies on display put together and more.

“Thank you Denki,”

“For what?” your soulmate deflates and melts into his seat, strawberry slushie cradled in his hands for comfort, “I didn’t win you a plushie even though I used up all of my tokens,”

“You put up a good fight and that was what mattered,” you pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, prompting a bright blush to flourish over his expression.

“I still want to win you a plushie though…” he mumbles under his breath, pouting like a defeated and grumpy child, making him even cuter in your eyes.

“Maybe next time…”

The sinister feeling prodding your senses around every public interaction with your soulmates is just your paranoia. For the most part, you’ve been as careful as possible to keep the intimate interactions private. You need to keep your soulmate's reputation and public image in mind, afterall. They take such good care of you that you should do the same but in your own way. Having multiple soulmates is incredibly taboo and you don’t want to ruin your new found happiness. All you want is to treasure this bliss forever.

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Touched : Chapter 1 - Attachments

Warning, the following content is for an 18+ audience. If you are under the age of 18 do not read the content below. Warning, the following content has disturbing/triggering themes such as; Cheating and others. I do not support or encourage these themes or actions, they are merely written fictional events for entertainment. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20. (This list may get updated with each new Chapter Update)

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Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Bakugou x F!Reader

Themes: Soulmates, Porn with Plot (This list may get updated with each new chapter update)

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend of two years - who is not your soulmate - cheated on you, you quickly find a job in another part of the country so you can get far away from him. You become the secretary of Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, Bakugou Katsuki. The bond with your soulmate - in which you can feel everything sexually related - starts feeling more intense after you start working for Bakugou.Not only do you have to deal with your soulmate bond becoming stronger, the feelings of betrayal and heartbreak from your ex cheating, but you also have to deal with Bakugou flirting you - who with each passing day, seems to become more attractive.

Word Count: 3502

A/N: Thank you to my beta readers, "Huntress" and "Ribbon". Also for telling me the porn is cringe but thats fine-

If it wasn’t for your pounding headache from all the crying you did the night before, you would’ve thought it was just a normal day. Your heart felt shattered, even if the breakup was weeks in the planning after you found out your boyfriend had cheated on you.

You sat up from your mattress on the floor and got out of your sleeping bag. The removalists would take the last of your stuff today then you were going to move to Musutafu in the Shizuoka Prefecture.

Moving to a whole other Prefecture just to get away from some boy who cheated on you might have been an overreaction, but you gave up so much to be with your boyfriend. You gave up friends, and some amazing job offers, and even stopped talking to some family members.

You didn’t even want to tell your parents you broke up with your boyfriend because he cheated on you. You knew if you told them that, they would say ‘This is what you get for not waiting for your soulmate’. You simply told your parents you had accepted a new job and were going to move away and that you and Minato had decided to break up.

Which was also the reason you gave to him. You didn’t want to admit you came over to surprise him, only to see him kiss another girl while she left his apartment. You didn’t want to admit you then talked to the woman and found out she thought she was dating him for months. You didn’t want to admit that you then had been secretly planning to leave the Prefecture, accepting a new Hero Assistant job just to get away from him.

You didn’t want to tell him. You didn’t want to tell your parents.

You didn’t want to tell anyone.

Because you knew no one would support you at this point.

You took your last shower in your apartment and put the last of your things into your suitcase before standing outside of your apartment as the removalists came, taking your mattress, a nightlight, table and chair.

You sighed before making your way down the apartment stairs. Your train left in a few hours but you didn’t want to stay around here for very long. Too many memories.

You didn’t want to remind yourself how much you had failed.

You were starting a new life, away from all this drama you caused for yourself. You were starting your new job next week and you already had a new apartment to move into, leaving you with the opportunity to throw things out.

Goodbye Minato Kusumoto, you cheating bastard.

When you stepped into your new apartment, you let out a sigh of relief.

Sure, there were boxes everywhere, but you were away from everyone. You had been moving around all day, only being able to have a small lunch. You felt so tired.

You were thankful to the removalists that they put your mattress on your bedframe. You quickly made your bed then stripped off your clothing, getting yourself comfy into your bed.

You had a busy next few days ahead of you then straight into work. You needed things to be fast-paced, so you could get your mind off of Minato.

You looked at your phone one last time before bed, rolling your eyes when you saw your mother had texted you.

Mama Hi sweetie How was the trip? Did you get home safely?

You I’m fine mother, thank you. I’ll text you in the morning, I’m tired.

You didn’t even look at what she texted back, you just put your phone down and turned over in your bed. You closed your eyes, wanting the darkness to take you.

But then you felt it.

You pushed your thighs together and blushed feeling as you felt pleasure and desire rush through your system.

Your soulmate really knew how to pick a time to masturbate huh?

You remember as a kid that you thought you didn’t have a soulmate. Everyone had a soulmate bond. All different but you couldn’t feel yours. You got tested when you were 10, but once your results came in your parents refused to tell you anything besides that you did have a soulmate.

It was only when you were a teen did you understand why. You and your soulmate could feel each other, physically-sexually that is.

If you were aroused, they would feel it. If you touched yourself, they would feel it. If you had sex with someone, they would feel it. Same in reverse.

You were thankful your soulmate was able to control themselves. Sure they had desires and got horny in the middle of the day but they wouldn’t act on it and shut it down quickly. Only in the late afternoon and early mornings did they act on it.

So you would think with that sort of bond, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself a boyfriend.

That was your parents' logic anyway.

You tried for the longest time to follow what your soulmate was doing, being in control. Trying not to get horny in the middle of the day and even limiting when you touched yourself.

Then you met your ex-boyfriend and you broke the unspoken agreement you had with your soulmate.

Minato just- He flirted with you, daily. Praise you, your work, your body. You couldn’t help but look at him some days and just imagine him nude. Wasn’t long until you started dating, and then sleeping together.

You knew your soulmate knew. Not only could they feel it, but they stopped masturbating altogether for a while.

Their timing was- It was something. They started masturbating when you and your boyfriend had sex, and if you were mad at your boyfriend. It was almost as if they knew when you were mad and did it just to piss you off.

You lay there - in your bed - and held onto your pillow for comfort. Maybe it was because you were still upset, but you weren’t getting turned on by your soulmate playing with themself. It saddened you.

Did you technically cheat on your soulmate?

You wouldn’t be surprised if your soulmate didn’t want to be with you.

You felt their climax wash over you, giving you a sense of stress relief.

You would be blessed if your soulmate ever wanted you back in their life.

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“Thank you for taking him on on such short notice.” The tall hero in denim clothing - Best Jeanist - sighed out. “We’ve been trying to find him someone even when he was just a sidekick.”

“I am just grateful for this opportunity, Best Jeanist.” You thanked the hero, slightly bowing the hero.

“He’ll be a handful.” Best Jeanist sighed in a defeated pitch. “Let me know if he becomes too much of a handful for you, Miss L/N.”

You softly nodded. The articles you had read about the Explosive Hero were alarming, to say the least. He would be needing an overhaul of his PR branding, limited access to his public social media, and probably limited interviews.

Maybe photoshoots would help him gain some more fangirls. His fangirls were probably the most loyal thing he has ever had in his fanbase if the Hero Deku wasn’t.

“Thank you for the concern, Best Jeanist.” You said in a thankful voice. “I’m sure I’ll find my rhythm with him soon enough.”

“I hope so too.” He said before opening an opaque window door to an office space.

The room was 5 metres by 5 metres, one wall only being a window to the outside of the building, and the other three being opaque windows. One of the opaque walls had another opaque door, but you could tell that the other side of the wall and door had soundproofing foam stuck to it.

Best Jeanist walked into the door and pointed at the door with foam on the other side. “That’s Dynamight’s office. We’ve tried making it so you won’t get disturbed by his yelling. If he does get too loud you are more than welcome to work with some of the other Hero Assistants.”

“Is there a common room where the assistants frequent?” You asked him.

“Yes, on level 5 if I remember correctly.” He answered. “I’ll ask my assistants where it is exactly for you.”

“Thank you, Best Jeanist.”

“You can just call me Hakamada, L/N.” He reassured you. “I’ll go find Bakugou so we can introduce you to him.”

“Don’t bother.” A deep husky male voice spoke from the doorframe.

You and Hakamada turned to the door frame, and there stood a 196cm tall man with a wide chest and shoulders, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest, spiky ash blonde hair, sharp ruby red eyes, and an explosion scar across the right side of his face.

It was Katsuki Bakugou, also known as Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, in the top 100 heroes in Japan and the hero you were now the assistant. If it weren’t for him never being able to hold down an assistant, you would have never been given the opportunity to be able to quickly leave your ex-boyfriend.

You felt a shiver down your spine and a growing uncomfortable arousal feeling growing inside of you. You tried to push it away, but you could feel your soulmate’s arousal as well.

“Bakugou, I’m glad you were able to make this meeting.” Hakamada spoke up. “This is your new assistant, Y/N L/N.”

Bakugou’s eyes are glued to you. You felt small under his eyes, and you couldn’t figure out the feelings you were feeling. Maybe from your soulmate bond?

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Bakugou.” You spoke up, trying to keep yourself professional and calm. “I hope we can work together without any problems.”

Bakugou’s eyes stayed glued to you, giving you another shiver down your body. Something about him gave you an uncomfortable feeling. Maybe it was because you had met the known explosion temper, maybe it was from how large it was, maybe it was the scar etched into his skin, maybe it was how he was holding eye contact with you.

Whatever it was, it was stirring something within you. Something you hadn’t experienced before.

“Bakugou-” Hakamada's voice broke both of you out of whatever trance you two were in. “Please don’t scare her off so early into this job.”

Bakugou gave you one last glance before looking at Hakamada. “Fine.”

Bakugou then turned and walked towards his own office, leaving you and the tall hero alone again. Hakamada didn’t allow you much time to recover from your first meeting with the rising hero.

“Sorry about him, I don’t know what’s up with him today.”

“It’s alright, Hakamada.” You rescued him. “He probably was just testing me.”

“That wasn’t him testing you.” Hakamada said. “He’s very… Never mind.”

You quirked a brow at him, but he moved on to the next topic. Not allowing you to ask any questions regarding Bakugou as a person.

“There should be a handbook in the top drawer on what we expect you to be doing for today.” Hakamada said as he pointed to your desk. “Read over over and if you finish it early then get started on making up a plan to showcase to Bakugou, my assistants and myself tomorrow. Is that understood?”

You quickly nodded your head. “I understand sir.”

“Good, I’ll let you get to work then.” Hakamada then left swiftly, walking towards Bakugou’s office.

You walked over to your office, placing your bag beside your desk before going through the large file that was on your top desk. Either Bakugou was going to be a difficult client, or this hero agency was going to be difficult. You had to press on though, you couldn’t fail again so soon.

You saw the screen on your phone light up and saw a familiar name pop up which made you breathe in sharply.

Minato Kusumoto Hope you are doing well Miss you <3

You hadn’t blocked him because you didn’t want him to figure out you knew yet. Maybe give it a few more weeks of him texting then you’ll block with under the reason he wasn’t letting you move on.

Yeah, that could work.

You looked back at the paperwork and started reading.

Your back felt sore after reading the whole file. You stood up and cracked your back. You wrote down some notes on your notepad, but there was no way you had a full plan yet. You could do that at home.

You put the whole file in your top drawer before gathering your things and getting up. Once you left your office, you felt eyes resting on you. You turned, seeing Bakugou’s ruby-red eyes staring at you. You felt another shiver down your spine before politely smiling at him.

“Good evening, Dynamight-”

“Bakugou is fine, L/N.” Bakugou interested you, though his tone was not as harsh as you were expecting.

Was his explosive personality just an act? You doubted it considering that file you just finished reading through. Maybe he was tired?

“...Bakugou.” You corrected yourself. “I hope you have a good evening.”

You could see something behind his eyes, as if he was a grandfather clock in deep thought.

“...Travel home safely, L/N.” Bakugou said before turning back to whatever he was doing.

You eyed him courteously before turning and backing your way to the elevator. As you were walking, you felt your soulmate’s arousal and desire flare up out of nowhere. You gritted your teeth through the friendly smiles you gave up, wondering what on earth made your soulmate go against their known pattern. It didn’t even feel as if they were trying to cool themselves off or shut it down.

Whatever it was, your soulmate needed to knock it off for the next half hour. Just so you could get to your apartment in one peace.

As you ate your dinner, one of your eyes twitched from the arousal you still felt between your legs. Your soulmate did not even bless you with five minutes no, they seemed to have been arousal ever since you had left the office.

In fact, it seemed as if their desire had increased since that time!

You wanted to be understanding, forgiving even. Especially after those two years, you were with your cheating ex-boyfriend. Now however you understood why your soulmate was a bit vengeful during that time.

This constituent heat and arousal at your core was starting to get frustrating.

Too frustrating.

Too frustrating for you to eat your salad in fucking peace!

You hoped that starting to unpack your new home would help you not focus on whatever your soulmate was lusting over. It worked for a good solid ten minutes.

That was until you felt them start to masturbate as if their life depended on it.

You gasped, feeling something tight pump up and down on their cock with fast strokes. You actually stumbled to the side and gripped tightly onto whatever furniture was closest to you, dropping whatever you had been holding onto.

You heard something shatter, but that didn’t matter right now. You gripped tightly onto whatever you were holding tightly tightly and shut your eyes. You had started to pant, feeling your cheeks heat up.

You bit your lower lip, trying to hold in a moan. You weren’t even touching yourself and yet your soulmate was able to bring you to the point where you felt yourself dripping wet, ruining whatever panties you were wearing.

What in the hell had them this turned on my gods!

You felt there to sit on the floor, breathing desperately as your soulmate masturbates for twenty or so minutes. You gasped sharply inwards as you felt them climax, leaving you shaking in a wet puddle on the floor of your apartment.

You stayed there for a moment so you could recover, trying to come down from their climax.

Your head felt dizzy and your vulvar felt sore. It felt very similar to actual sex. If it wasn't for the fact that no contact was actually made with your body, you would call it the best sex of your life.

Maybe it felt more intense because you moved closer to your soulmate?

You immediately shot that down, thinking back to the night before. Last night felt like it normally did. This was clearly triggered by it genuinely being more intense on your soulmate’s side.

You finally pulled yourself up, your legs shaking from the intense orgasm you felt. You felt something wet slide down your thigh, making you shiver.

You looked at the floor and saw a shattered plate.

Shit.

You carefully cleaned up the shattered plate mess while trying to ignore your own sexual frustration between your legs. You’ll deal with that in the shower once you are done.

Your phone started to ring. You grabbed it and accepted the call, bringing it to your ear as your eyes focused on the shattered plate on the floor.

“This is L/N.”

“Hey there, kitty.”

You felt your body froze from hearing your ex-boyfriend’s voice, Minato Kusumoto.

“Minato, it’s lovely to hear from you.” Your faked a smile through the phone, feeling a pit of dread in your stomach.

That certainly killed your sexual frustration.

“No pet names?” You heard him pout through the phone. “I know we have only recently just broken up, but I thought I would get something more than that.”

“I’m not really in the mood, Minato.” You sighed through the phone.

“Did I catch you at a bad time, kitty?” You heard Minato’s husky voice ask with a slightly concerned tone.

“Shattered a plate.” You answered him. “Add onto the fact I have to have a whole plan ready for the hero by tomorrow.”

“Short deadline first day, huh? I know you’ll be able to do it, kitty. You were always able to do quick deadlines.” You heard Minato softly chuckle.

You used to love the sound of his voice.

All you could feel now was heartbreak and betrayal.

“Please don’t do this, Minato.” You said firmly to him. “No nicknames, no praises. That’s what happens when two people break up.”

You could almost feel his annoyed disappointment through the silence. You needed to set up this boundary with him, you needed to fully pull away from him.

“Whose the hero are you working for?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N.”

You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face. “Minato-”

“No, you don’t get to be disappointed.” Minato snapped you through the phone, sounding hurt. “You don’t get to drop everything we had for a job and I don’t even get to know who the guy is!”

You felt a hurtful heart squeeze. You wanted to snap at him about how it wasn’t fair that you threw your life away to be with him, only for him to cheat on you.

But you couldn’t say that, because that wasn’t the reason you gave him.

You took in a deep breath then let it out.

“Minato, I deserve this job. It’s what I worked for my whole career. I know it’s unfair, but it would also be unfair for me if I just threw away my dreams for you.”

His voice became silent, but you could hear the rhythmic taping of his fingers onto his knee.

“Is that your only reason?” He asked.

You felt your blood run cold. You hoped he hadn’t used his quirk to find out the truth. “Yes, that’s my only reason.”

Silence once again fell the call.

“You better do a fantastic job there, Y/N.” He finally said. “Don’t let them look down on you, alright?”

You sighed in relief. “I won’t I promise.”

“Good.” Minato sighed. “I- … I hope I see you soon, Y/N.”

You hoped not. “Bye, Minato.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

You hung up the phone and finally let your emotions collapse.

You felt warm hot tears run down your cheeks and you breathed in deeply but in fast short breaths. You hunched over, bringing your hands to your eyes as you started to sob.

That good-for-nothing bastard.

Fuck-! Why couldn’t you just have waited to meet your soulmate!

You hated it! You hated you! You hated Minato!

You just wanted your soulmate - whoever they were - to hold you. You just wanted to be loved and wanted.

Would you even be able to love your soulmate? It seemed as if it was going to purely be sexual.

God, what if you weren’t lovable?

You sat up and looked up at the ceiling and took in some deep breaths.

Breathe. Just breathe Y/N, breathe.

Inhale, exhale.

You were going to be okay. You had to.

You picked up the last of the shattered plate, wrapping it up in plastic before dropping it into the bin. This was a new start, remember? You are going to be amazing.

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