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𖦹 jean kirstein guessing your chapstick flavor
you position your phone against the metal water bottle and giggle softly. you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you peek at yourself in the camera.
"what are we doing this time?" jean asks with a sigh, half of his face in the frame.
you begin to lay out different types of chapsticks you picked out at the local convenience store, "ill put on some chapstick- and you won't look this time!!"
"i wasn't even looking then, you were just being obvious," he pokes you teasingly.
you give him a playful glare, "anyway... then we'll kiss and you guess which flavor i put on."
"you should have led with us kissing," he chuckles, "let's do it."
you roll your eyes, "okay but first we should bet on it. whoever wins does whatever the other asks?"
༝༚༝༚ eren jaeger headcanons ! ⋆˚࿔
au: modern college/uni life!
warnings: nsfw lol !!
includes: general, personality, appearance, friends, as ur bf !
inspired my by eren fic; light speed!! can be read on wattpad + ao3
a/n: these are MY personal headcanons. if you don't agree with stuff that's fine lol, it's a headcanon for a reason. also this is like really long LMAO. i also haven't written nsfw stuff in years so sorry if it's awkward sounding </3
Cabin Eren!Headcanons
Thinking about living in that cabin with eren
You guys are all alone and it’s the purest form of love you could ever experience
He’d wake you up in the mornings rubbing up and down your arm lazily, dragging his fingers so lightly.
You’d refuse to get up and he’d give in, he’d roll you over and put his weight on top of you, covering your face in kisses as you quietly giggle.
You’d both lie awake in bed as the warm morning sun honeys up the room, his green eyes the most beautiful shade they could be.
ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪᴅ-ꜱᴇx
You were pinned under him, skin slick and burning, every movement from Levi relentless. His hands gripped you hard, jerking you against him like he couldn’t get enough, like letting go wasn’t an option. Every ragged breath, every sharp groan, every growl of his made your body shake, teeth clenching, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Levi… please…” you gasped, voice trembling as he drove into you with brutal precision.
“F—fuck, stay still,” he growled, voice low and hoarse, his jaw tight. But then, suddenly, his movements stuttered, a pause that made your chest hammer. His hands pressed harder against your hips, his gaze wild, almost unrecognizable.
“I… I need… I need you to—stay with me,” he muttered, voice breaking, ragged. Then, almost strangled out in a whisper, “Marry me.”
You froze mid-pleasure, heat and confusion mixing, pulse thundering. “What…?”
“Marry me,” he growled, teeth grazing your skin, voice rough and desperate, hands clenching your body like he couldn’t hold himself together. “I don’t… I don’t care about—anything else. Just… you. Always. Understand?”
Your chest burned, body shaking from both the roughness of him and the weight of his words. “You’re insane,” you breathed, barely able to keep hold of him.
“I know,” he snapped his hips harder, voice low and raw, almost growling in frustration. “And I don’t… care. Just… don’t leave me. Ever.”
Even in the chaos of urgent, rough need, you could feel him trembling against you, his vulnerability peeking through the possessive heat. Somehow, you nodded, voice small, shaky, but certain: “Alright… yeah… always.”
He let out a ragged breath, pulling you impossibly close, teeth grazing your shoulder. And even in the middle of the mess, the roughness, the desperate thrusts and groans, Levi Ackerman had just promised himself to you. And Levi doesn't break promises.
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𝜗𝜚 nerdjo is such a stereotype!
Satoru’s dorm room is cosy as rain peals against the closed window and you settle back into his awaiting arms. There’s a sizeable pile of stationery and papers on his desk, all painted a glowing orange by the lamplight.
“Ew.” You grimace at the laptop. Despite watching Return of the Jedi countless times by yourself and even more with your boyfriend, the sight of Jabba the Hutt never fails to make you feel mildly disgusted. “He’s so slimy, I hate it.”
Satoru laughs behind you, voice muffled into your hair. “Shh, you’re missing the fight.”
“That cannot be comfortable.” You muse casually, gazing at Leia’s golden bikini and the sash attached. “You couldn’t pay me to wear that, I don’t think I’d be able to move properly.”
Behind you, Satoru stiffens a little and you can feel the nerves radiating off him. Slowly, you turn around and grin.
“Oh my god. You’re totally thinking about me wearing it, aren’t you?”
“N-no!” He blurts, face flushed as his arms tighten nervously around you. “No, I’m not, I swear, I just-“
“-want to see your girlfriend in Leia’s 1983 golden bikini.” You snort, giggling at his red cheeks and the way his glasses are nervously being pushed up the bridge of his perfect nose. “Oh my god, and here I thought you couldn’t get any nerdier.”
“You- you picked the film!” He protests, “I wanted to watch Revenge of the Sith-“
“What, are you gonna suggest I try on Padme’s nightgown next?”
He gapes, before pinching his brows together and you can tell he’s considering the way you’d look in the floaty blue silk. Unfortunately for Satoru Gojo, he happens to fall very much under the nerdy male stereotype of a painstaking first crush on Princess Leia- and it’s not made better by the way you’re openly laughing in his face.
You chortle and settle back into him, voice lilting with just a little bit of tease. “Maybe if you do well on your exam, I'll consider it.”
He knows you’re joking- or are you?- but he’s already planning out the study timetable.
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a/n: I knowwww I’m only supposed to be posting my summer series but I wrote this in like 4 minutes last night and thought it was kinda funny
༄↟𖠰⋆ᨒ ོ ˚camping with jean
NOTE! jean x reader. reader might be oc idk. want to go camping. weird cause i hated it growing up.
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he drives the whole way, no matter how long it is. and even if you insist you can drive, he simply nods and hops back into the driver's seat.
he looks good, too. no matter how long you've been on the road, he somehow manages to look good.
he wears those loose flannels, with a basic tee underneath, and his hair is never done. he has no time to gel it or any want to, but because of that, he's constantly running his fingers through it.
he sets up the tent by himself, happy for you to watch him, and he won't say it out loud, but he loves the way you oggle at his arms when he does take the flannel off.
he's up early in the morning, making a cup of coffee, and when you step out of the tent in his flannel, he kisses you with lips that taste of pine and grass.
he holds your hands tightly on the trails and hikes. cautions you on where you're stepping and adjusts the hat on your head.
he dives into cold lakes, shaking his head like wet dog on purpose to get you wet. and then drags you in despite the protests, but he'll hold you against his chest when you shiver.
carries a dispoable camera (not his actual one, he doesn't want to risk it) and takes photos of the scenery (you).
laughs when you scream about an animal noise.
chops wood as the sunsets and when he's done, he carefully pulls you into his arms pressing kisses against your head.
and by the end of the, the two of you cuddle up in the same sleeping bag, smelling of smoke and outside but content.
his big ass would probably break the sleeping bag
coming home from a tiring day and expecting bkg to be up and ready and cooking but to find him on the couch snoozing :(
nom nom nom
for the next move in your relationship with bakugou katsuki, he gave you the key to his apartment. it’s a fancy word, apartment. not flat, not your student shared house you lived in a few years ago or your family home with your tiny bedroom and snacks that will be snatched by your siblings.
your boyfriend’s apartment. it’s a skyscraper bachelor pad which, with the integration of you in his life, has become a home of more. or really katsuki’s house, with mini shrines to you all over it.
your favourite cereal and fruit bars in the cupboards, your favourite biscuits you dip in your tea and the fridge with a tub of the only yoghurt you eat. his living room which before had no blankets, has four. all chosen by you every time you go shopping with him and his inability to say no. then about three books you’re currently reading, your nintendo switch you leave at his house. his bathroom with your spare toothbrush, makeup wipes and a duplicate skincare selection of the one you have at home.
however, even though it might look like you live here for half of your week, your boyfriend still loves to treat you like a guest.
got me tripping, I adore you- J. Kirschtein
synopsis: a kid calls Jean your "husband" and that's all he can think of for the rest of the night.
pairing: jean kirschtein x fem! reader word count: 3.6k c.w: modern au!, trost is a modern city, fem! reader, making out outside, smut, shower s-x, p in v, lots of sweet talk, a little bit of dirty talk, disgusting fluff mixed with some smut.
Your heart was going was to burst out of your chest.
You’re not sure how to put it into words, the way he crouched down when you told him that your heels were hurting your feet, his big and warm hands working their way around your ankles to massage them. Or the way he looks up when you put your hand on top of his head, heat crawling up your neck when your eyes meet his.
Jean Kirtstein, the man who asked you to be his girlfriend a year and a half ago, was the text-book definition of the perfect man. An attentive lover, someone who pays attention to what you do or say — husband material. You would be lying if you said you didn’t think of marrying him six months into your relationship, but you knew it would be too soon to bring it up and you would hate to freak out the man.
Even then, what would you say? You treat me better than half of the men I have been with, and so now I need to marry you.
Yeah, that would sound absolutely insane.
𖦹 jean kirstein loves strawberry ice cream after sex. ( 18+ )
the first time you and jean became intimate, you casually mentioned how much you were craving strawberry ice cream. without a word, jean rushed out of bed and didn't come back for a couple of minutes. you remember being slightly concerned, wondering if you said something wrong.
when he came back with a tub of strawberry ice cream and two spoons, you knew he was the one. ever since then, it's become a crucial part of your aftercare ritual.
tonight is no different. you stand leaning against his kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his button down you practically ripped off fourty five minutes ago. you've got the ice cream container sat open, twirling the sweat swirls of red against your spoon. the flavor on your tounge feels like heaven on earth. you sway your hips softly to the quiet music playing in your head. jean stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, swaying alongside you humming your favorite song softly.
it's the quiet moments like these that you crave the most. you feel nothing but the calm satisfaction coming from your core and the warmth in your chest knowing that you've found your soulmate already.
sometimes, like tonight, jean doesn't use a spoon, he can't keep his lips off yours long enough to find it necessary.
wrote this while eating strawberry ice cream in my kitchen at 1am. he's always in my head i need help
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ily jean
ᢉ𐭩 cuddling with your two boyfriends
" he's so loud.. " 𝓶egumi grumbled into your nape, annoyance prominent in his tone.
𝔂uji was snoring loudly, large bulky arms draped over you and megumi's waist as a result of his rather uncontrolled sleeping habits of moving around a lot. his head rested on your bra, mouth agape and drool pooling in your cleavage. " it's annoying. "
" when are you not annoyed by something? " you asked, combing through his pink strands. you felt his hands tighten around your waist, squeezing gently. he just let out a low hum at your statement — not confirming nor denying.
time passed, yuji's snores turned into hiccups as he prepared for a yawn, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "g'morning..." the kiss he put on your lips was lazy and gentle, full of sleep.
"morning, yuu. how'd you sleep?" he murmured a "good" against your lower lip before kissing you again, your hands molding his face gently. yuji loved your attention when he first woke up, it was the most awaited thing once he opened his eyes. it was simply routine.
megumi watched over your shoulder, leaning up on his elbow. he didn't say anything, just... observed. he had that familiar, faint dent in between his dark, thin eyebrows. he looked the same as he always did, but more annoyed than just plain grumpy. yuji eyed him, curious but in a teasing way. " jealous? "
" stop, " he got a hold on your jaw, turning you to face him. yuji stuck his tongue out at him, which megumi saw out the corner of his eye but chose not to comment on. " you haven't given me any kisses today. "
" yes, i have, " you corrected.
" mm, " he kissed where your jaw met your earlobe, trailing down to the corner of your lips. " it sounds like you have favorites to me, " he murmured.
" told you. he's jealous! " megumi pushed two fingers to his forehead, moving him back to prevent the chances of his interrogation of your favoritism being interrupted. you hadn't taken megumi to be the jealous type at all, if you were being completely honest, but you weren't complaining at all.
you puckered your lips. " no. you come get a kiss. i'm not kissing you. "
" ooh, picky. " yuji's commentary got him a pinch.
you gave into his demands with a slight laugh — there was only so far you could push megumi to be outwardly needy for affection. the kiss was special in comparison to your other kisses. more sweet, more savory, more apologetic for the fact that he was accusing you of favoritism. your hand gripped his jaw, tongues brushing against each other, relishing in the aftertaste of each other's chapstick.
they were both your favorites — your lovely boys to kiss, to love, to do anything and everything with. you pressed kisses to both their faces, alternating.
"you're both my favorites."
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everything in the world is just this
going to the pharmacy with bakugou and the aim is just to grab two boxes of xl condoms but the five minute trip turns into twenty when he slaps the boxes on the counter but then you put down a new blush you wanna try, two lip balms, your multivitamins and a bag of chocolate for the car.
pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”
and he just laughs a huff out his nose.
when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”
“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.
“about ten thousand.”
“how many do you have?”
“three hundred.”
he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.
“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.
then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”
he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.
“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”
takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.
“it’s also free if i buy it for you. use your points for the condoms next time.”
˖Ი𐑼⋆ cute, cute, very cute | ft. itoshi sae
itoshi sae, whose girlfriend loves him loudly.
not in the embarrassing way. not in the clingy, overbearing way people always assume when they see you wrapped around him with your cheek pressed into his shoulder while he scrolls through his phone.
just openly.
like loving him is the easiest thing you’ve ever done.
at the beginning of your relationship, you used to ask before every touch.
“can i hold your hand?”
“is this okay?”
“do you want space?”
sae remembers the first time you asked if you could hug him.
you stood outside your apartment after your third date, fingers hooked behind your back, swaying slightly on your heels while looking at him with careful eyes.
not nervous.
considerate.
like you were trying to learn the shape of him before touching anything fragile.
“you can say no,” you told him quickly. “i just like hugging you.”
sae stared at you for a second. then said yes.
and you hugged him like it meant something.
not casually. not absentmindedly.
you wrapped your arms around him with this quiet sort of sincerity that made his chest feel oddly tight.
he remembers standing there thinking:
oh.
so this is what it feels like to be wanted gently.
months later, you’re practically melted across him on the couch while he rewatches match footage.
one of your legs thrown over his lap. your cheek against his shoulder. fingers playing lazily with the ends of his hair while he scrolls through clips on his tablet.
“you’re staring again,” he says without looking away from the screen.
“i know.”
“why.”
you hum thoughtfully, like this requires genuine analysis.
“i like your face.”
“that’s vague.”
“okay,” you murmur, shifting slightly so you can look at him properly. “you also have very delicate eyelashes.”
“. . .”
“they look soft.”
“they are eyelashes.”
“mhm. pretty ones." your thumb smooths against his temple. “they curl at the ends when you’re tired.”
sae finally glances at you then.
you’re looking at him with unbearable fondness. soft-eyed and completely serious.
like this is important information.
you smile a little when he looks back. “there you are.”
“what does that mean.”
“you disappear into your head sometimes.” another gentle stroke through his hair. “i like when you come back.”
something in his chest shifts quietly at that.
you always notice things.
small things.
the difference between his exhausted silences and his irritated ones. the way his shoulders loosen after a shower. how he taps his fingers against his leg when he’s thinking too hard about something.
you notice all of it like memorising him is instinctive.
and somehow, instead of making him feel watched, it only makes him feel known.
you’re always touching him when you’re alone together.
your hand in his hair. your face pressed into his neck. your fingers tracing slow shapes against his arm while you talk to him about whatever strange thought has crossed your mind that night.
you ask him questions at one in the morning while half asleep against his chest.
“do you think people stay the same forever underneath everything, or do they become entirely different versions of themselves every few years?”
or,
“if soccer never existed, what kind of person do you think you would’ve become?”
sometimes the conversations last for hours. sometimes they fade naturally into silence while your fingertips drift absentmindedly against his skin.
sae likes both equally.
especially because you never seem uncomfortable with quiet. you just like being near him.
and you love him so visibly.
that’s probably the part that unsettled him most in the beginning.
you never acted embarrassed by how much you adored him.
you looked happy when he walked into a room.
your entire face softened whenever you looked at him for too long.
you called him cute constantly, which had genuinely annoyed him at first.
the first time you said it, he thought you were joking.
“you’re cute when you’re irritated,” you told him one evening while he stared at you flatly from across the kitchen.
“that’s not a compliment.”
“to you maybe,” you’d replied easily.
the problem was that you always sounded so sincere.
you never called him handsome or hot. never used the kind of compliments he was used to hearing from other people.
only cute.
but when you said it, it sounded strangely precious. like you were calling attention to parts of him nobody else noticed.
sae gets home late most nights.
between training, media appearances, travel, and sponsorship obligations, exhaustion settles deep into his bones more often than not. there are days where he barely feels like speaking by the time he reaches the apartment.
and then he opens the front door.
there’s usually about two seconds of silence before he hears your voice from somewhere inside.
“sae?”
then the sound of quick footsteps.
the first time you slid around the hallway corner in socks, you nearly slammed directly into the wall trying to get to him faster. now he expects it.
“you’re going to hurt yourself one day,” he says automatically as you hurry toward him.
“probably,” you admit easily before wrapping your arms around his waist anyway.
you always hug him immediately after he gets home. like you’ve been waiting to do it all day.
your cheek presses against his chest while you mumble a quiet, “welcome home.”
it does something strange to him every time.
because nobody has ever said those words to him like they truly meant it.
like home was a person instead of a place.
his hand settles instinctively at the back of your head. “were you waiting long?”
“not really.”
he knows that’s a lie immediately.
there’s a blanket tangled on the couch and a book lying open beside it. one of the lamps is still on. you probably fell asleep trying to wait for him again.
when he points it out, you only shrug sheepishly.
“i wanted to see you first.”
you always say things like that so simply.
never expecting anything in return.
never making him feel guilty for being busy.
you have your own life. your own friends and routines and responsibilities. but somehow you still make space for him so naturally that being loved by you never feels heavy.
there are nights where you climb directly into his lap halfway through a conversation and bury your face into his shoulder without warning.
“hi,” you mumble against his neck.
“. . . hi?”
“pick me up.”
“you’re already on top of me.”
“properly.”
he sighs like you’re inconveniencing him, but his hands are already moving to your waist before he even finishes speaking.
you grin victoriously when he stands with you clinging to him like a koala.
“you’re needy.”
“and you adore me," you tell him with complete certainty.
sae looks at you for a long moment before answering.
“. . . obviously.”
your expression softens every single time he says things like that, no matter how casually.
like part of you still can’t fully believe he means it.
truthfully, sae doesn’t think he fully understands it either sometimes.
that someone can know him this well and still love him this gently.
sometimes he comes home and finds you asleep on the couch waiting for him.
those nights affect him more than he likes admitting.
he’ll walk into the apartment quietly and see you curled beneath a blanket with a book slipping from your lap, glasses slightly crooked from sleep while the lamp beside you casts warm light across your face.
you always try so hard to stay awake for him.
and always fail eventually.
he stands there for a moment just looking at you before setting his bag down.
“baby,” he murmurs softly.
you wake slowly every time, blinking at him with sleepy confusion before your entire expression changes the second you recognise him.
“sae . . .”
your voice is rough with sleep.
warm.
you sit up right away despite still looking half unconscious, reaching for him on instinct alone.
“you’re home,” you mumble, like you’d been thinking about that fact all evening.
he leans down automatically when your hands cup his face.
you stare at him for a second, eyes heavy-lidded as you look over his features carefully, thumbs brushing beneath his eyes.
“you look tired,” you whisper.
“long day.”
a small frown appears on your face for exactly two seconds before you lean forward and press a soft kiss to his forehead.
then another to his cheek.
then one to the corner of his mouth.
and then suddenly you’re kissing him everywhere with sleepy determination. gentle little kisses scattered across his face while your fingers slide into his hair.
his jaw.
his cheekbone.
the bridge of his nose.
back to his jaw again because you seem particularly attached to kissing him there.
“missed you,” you mumble between soft kisses.
sae’s hands settle around your waist as he lets you pull him closer. “you should’ve gone to bed.”
“i wanted to wait for you.”
“you fell asleep.”
“emotionally i was awake.”
he stares at you for a second while you smile sleepily against his face.
“. . . that doesn’t make any sense.”
“it does to me.”
you only continue kissing him afterward, warm and sleepy and impossibly affectionate while your fingers slide through his hair.
“you’re very clingy when you’re tired,” he murmurs quietly.
“mhm.” you admit. then you look at him carefully again, your expression softening almost painfully. “and you’re very cute when you’re tired.”
“there it is again.”
you hum sleepily against his face, smiling a little when his fingers slide beneath the blanket pooled around your legs.
“can’t help it,” you mumble. “you come home looking all worn out and pretty.”
sae gives you a look at that. “pretty?”
“very.” your thumb brushes slowly beneath his eye. “especially right now.”
your expression softens even further the longer you look at him.
it always does.
like every time you see him after being apart for a while, you still need a second to process that he’s actually there.
it used to make him uncomfortable.
now he thinks he’d notice immediately if you ever stopped.
you suddenly narrow your eyes slightly, head tilting as you study him with sleepy seriousness. “did you eat properly today?”
“yes.”
“protein and everything?”
“. . . yes.”
“good.” a tiny approving nod before you kiss his cheek again. “good boy.”
sae actually blinks.
slowly.
you don’t even realise what you’ve said at first because you’re too busy smoothing his hair back from his forehead.
then your eyes widen slightly.
“oh my god,” you groan. “pretend i didn’t say that.”
he stares at you flatly. “that’s difficult.”
you bury your face into his shoulder immediately, muffling a horrified laugh. “i didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
“. . . right.”
“that was supposed to stay in my head.”
“you have concerning thoughts.”
“you’re literally sitting here letting me kiss you forty times in a row.”
“that’s unrelated.”
you laugh into his shoulder while he feels your face heating against his neck.
the worst part was that he could tell from the immediate horror on your face that it had genuinely slipped out by accident.
you peek up at him eventually, smiling sheepishly.
“you secretly liked it.”
sae doesn’t answer straight away.
because the annoying thing is ─ you’re right again.
he likes your hands in his hair.
likes the way your face lights up when he walks through the door.
likes being loved by someone who never makes him question it.
your fingers drift lazily along the back of his neck while your eyelids begin drooping again.
“sorry,” you mumble suddenly. “i know you’re probably exhausted.”
“i’m fine.”
“still.” your gaze flickers over his face carefully. “you work so hard.”
something in his chest twists quietly at the softness in your voice.
you say things so gently sometimes it catches him completely off guard.
before he can respond, you lean in again and press three tiny kisses to his jaw in quick succession.
it was affectionate enough to make his chest ache with it.
“cute,” you whisper against his skin.
another kiss.
“cute.”
another.
“very cute.”
sae exhales quietly through his nose while you smile against him. “you’re obsessed with me.”
“why wouldn't i be?”
sae looks at you for a long second after that.
then he finally sits properly beside you, letting you curl against his chest beneath the blanket. the moment he settles, you tuck yourself into him with a sleepy sigh, arms wrapping loosely around his middle.
comfortable. instinctive.
like your body already knows exactly where it belongs.
“there,” you mumble contently. “better.”
his hand moves instinctively to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair carefully as you tug lightly on his sleeve.
“sorry again,” you mumble drowsily. “you want quiet after practice.”
sae’s hand moves to the back of your head automatically, smoothing your hair down.
“this is quiet.”
you smile against him at that.
a few minutes later your breathing evens out again, sleep finally pulling you under for real this time.
the room falls quiet for a while.
just the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional sleepy kiss you press against whatever part of him is closest.
but right before you drift off completely, sae hears one last sleepy mumble against his shoulder.
“pretty cute . . .”
and despite himself, despite everything ─
his mouth curves slightly into your hair.
a/n (。•̀ᴗ-)✧ based on this lovely request.
© blessingsinwinter 𓏲ּ𝄢 .ᐟ please don't copy, modify, translate or take any of my work.
︵ ೀ mdni. shopping for a new bikini is torture for choso
“are you sure this one looks okay?” you ask, stepping out of the fitting room in a tiny baby-blue bikini that barely covers anything.
choso freezes.
his eyes drag slowly down your body, taking in the way the thin straps hug your curves, the way the fabric barely contains your breasts, the way the bottoms sit high on your hips. he feels his cock twitch hard in his pants, already half-hard since the third bikini you try on.
“it… looks good.” he shifts on the couch outside the fitting room, trying to hide the very obvious bulge growing in his pants.
“you’ve said that about the last four. be honest, choso.”
how can he be honest?
how can he tell you that every single bikini makes him want to drag you back into the fitting room, lock the door, and fuck you against the mirror? how every time you twirl for him, showing off your ass and the way the strings tie at your hips, his mind fills with filthy images of pulling those strings loose with his teeth?
you step closer, doing a little spin. the movement makes your tits bounce slightly, and choso has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from groaning.
“this one makes my ass look nice, right?” you ask, turning to show him the back.
his cock throbs painfully against his zipper.
“yeah.” his eyes glued to the curve of your ass. “it does.”
you smile. “okay, i’ll try the red one next!”
as soon as you disappear behind the curtain, choso lets out a shaky breath and presses the heel of his hand against his cock, trying to will it down. it doesn’t work. he is rock hard, leaking into his boxers and heart pounding like he is a stupid teenager seeing a girl naked for the first time.
every bikini looks unreal on you. every smile you give him while modeling for him makes him want to fuck you right there in the store. he imagines pushing you against the wall, pulling the bikini bottoms to the side, and sinking into your heat while you try to stay quiet but fail miserably.
“choso? what do you think of this one?” you step out again in a deep red string bikini that makes his brain give up completely. he swallows hard.
“…you’re going to kill me.”
you laugh softly, completely unaware that this whole shopping trip is torture for him. and the only thing choso can do is shift again, painfully hard and completely hopeless.
he is never surviving this shopping trip.
katsuki n longing looks,,,,im telling yall the man is fuckin optimus prime yearner i promise you on everything. he will literally sit there staring at you longingly for minutes on end as long as he doesn't get caught(and he gets pissed when he gets interrupted. mind you) a whole fuckin romance movie ost is playing in his head rn and he will not even fix his mouth to tell you how he feels about you ever. even WORSE if he knew you in childhood n yall still aint together somehow there was absolutely a time in his life where he tried to DENY IT. point in laugh in his face yall
he'll sit there and look at you with the softest look imaginable will talk to you soft so sweet so unlike when he's barking at everyone else his voice is genuinely soothing and its only with you but oh noooo how dare you imagine he has a crush on you you loser. meanwhile he's fuckin observing your every move and writing poems in his head