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?"
"who wins?" he raises an eyebrow, "i didn't know this was a competition."
"it is."
he nods affirmingly, "it'll be easy. you got a wide variety of flavors," he gestures at the chapstick.
you snort, "that's not what i mean."
"what did you mean? is that not the challenge?"
"yeah," you nod, "but i don't think you'll be able to just kiss me once."
he looks back down at the table at the row of chapstick, "but what if i need a second taste to guess better?"
"nope," you shake your head, "that's the challenge."
"well, that's not fair," he argues.
you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, "okay then i'll go put these away and you won't get any kisses tonight."
you begin to stand up but he quickly wraps his hand around your forearm, "wait, come back."
with a wide smile on your face, you sit back down and start the video. after explaining the purpose of the trend, you cover jeans eyes with your hand. he rests his own on top of yours for better measure. maybe he's just doing it to hold your hand, though.
you choose the strawberry flavor and apply it generously to your lips. once you're confident, you put the chapstick right back where it was before. you remove your hand from his face and pucker up. his eyes don't leave your lips, he doesn't even attempt to look over at the table at any discrepancies with your placement.
slowly and somewhat awkwardly, he cups his hands around your face and kisses you. like all of his kisses do, your mind feels flipped upside down. it's a couple seconds too long, but he pulls away eventually.
he doesn't break eye contact with you as he licks his lips. you blink a couple of times before coming back to reality, "so..?"
"um," he thinks for a beat, "strawberry, obviously."
you nod, "okay, one point for you..."
"this is such an easy win."
you giggle, "uh huh. next one."
once again, you cover his eyes and once again, he covers your hand with his. this time, you pick blueberry. you've used this chapstick before and it smells exactly like grape.
you apply it in front of the camera, quicker this time. you slowly move your hand from jeans face and stare at him with your bottom lip slightly pouted. you'd never admit it, but you're dying to kiss him again.
you're the one to wrap your arms around him this time, hands ruffling through his hair. before you can even think, he's already snaked his arms around your waist. when he kisses you, a warm feeling settles into your chest and you just relax against him. you can smell the faint lumber fragrance of his shampoo and taste the mint of his toothpaste.
you just can't let go and based on how he's clinging to you like you're his last lifeline, he feels the same.
he leans back onto the couch and you lay on top of him, completely out of frame of the camera by now. you separate for a deep breath, his eyes look warmer than usual.
"is it grape?" he asks between exhales.
you laugh and tap him on the nose, his face scrunches up, "blueberry."
"ah, shit," he says, "another taste?"
you lean in closer, "just this once."
a bit longer than my usual blurbs <33 i was gona make this a little bundle of blurbs with other characters with the same theme but i think this will be better. i have a reiner version of this coming soon as well!!
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
general/random!
-> half german (dad), half turkish (moms side); more connected to this turkish side
-> with that said he can speak a bit of german but is more advanced in turkish - him and mama jaeger often argue in turkish when around his dad and friends LMAOO
-> MAMAS BOY !! this man LOVES his mom to fucking death, even if he doesn't show it. still calls her mama/ma
-> ALWAYS chewing gum. spearmint specifically.
-> LOVESSS cars a lot, get's excited when he sees a nice one and will always point it out
-> DND warrior unfortunately
-> enjoys spicy food but has a shit spice tolerance but he's stubborn and has a huge ego so he'll literally act like he's fine even if he spice is killing him 😐
-> loves superhero comics/movies/shows : invincible, the boys, the amazing spiderman, STAR WARS!!!
-> star wars NERD. knows like everything about the franchise, has posters, lego sets, figures, all that shit. will literally quote the movies (especially star wars episode I, II, and III) if something reminds him of it.
-> somewhat a gym rat; enjoys sports like basketball!!
-> tall enough to dunk and whenever he does dunk he holds onto the rim and swings for a few seconds (abs and vline on FULL display 🤤)
-> likes to skateboard!! does it with connie a lot. will skateboard around campus :P
-> messy handwriting, a mix between cursive and just unreadable (probably gets it from his dad)
-> pot head LOL. in highschool he used to smoke a lot but he's def toned it down in uni to focus on his studies
-> doesn't love drinking but he will on occasion, hates getting cross faded
-> surprisingly studious. wants me be a good student. competitive with jean, reiner, and even armin and mikasa at times
-> would probably be a poli sci. major in uni with hopes of becoming a lawyer one day cause he loves arguing. might even be in politics one day.. maybe..
-> listens to ptv, deftones, mcr, the cure, etc. likes heavy metal and 'emo screaming music' (what sasha and connie call it) to death
-> learned how to play the guitar and plays the electric + knows how to play the bass
-> texts a lot/doesn't love being on call or ft usually
-> plays video games like cod or league or nba 2k and is really good (had a hugeeee fortnite phase + plays minecraft with armin)
-> posters ALLLL over his room. like everywhere
-> draws on his hands and arms with a sharpie/pen when bored
-> doesn't know how to hold a pencil right
-> if ur on his close friends/private story/spam acc, u know he spams the shit out of it and reposts a lot of edits/stupid stuff but will rarely post on his main story
-> reads a good amount of books, but he has to be really interested in the plot in order to actually lock in and sit still to read it.
-> has watched the twilight movies and unironically loves them
-> had a finsta as like a random blonde pretty uni girl to stalk people...
-> stays up till like 3 in the morning/finds it hard to sleep most nights so he takes A LOT of naps/falls asleep randomly throughout the day
-> sleeps in fetal position
personality
-> has an attitude problem lowk and will roll his eyes and be very sarcastic to the point where people will think he's being rude/doesn't like them
-> loves to rage bait but he gets rage baited SO fucking easily it's sad oh my god.
-> embarrassed SO easily and will get very loud and defensive.
-> will day things that are rude and hurtful without thinking when he's angry or just cause and instantly regret them but won't apologize cause he's too prideful for that shit
-> is VERY passionate about random things; a nerd.
-> anger issues. like HORRIBLE anger issues to the point where he had to go to anger management classes and was ofc angry about that lol
-> gets into arguments with literally everyone cause he's so hard headed
-> has a very hard time asking for help - will literally try every possible solution before asking someone to help him
-> swears a lot. too much. his fav word is fuck (FUCK OFFFFFF). mom smacks him. (there is a swear jar. if he swears more than 5 times in an hour, u need to tell him mom LOL)
-> tries to be nonchalant and mysterious like levi and mikasa but fails so hard and just looks sorta dumb
-> is very shy abt it but it's so obvious he loves his friends and loved ones to death. he would do anything for them (even commit genocide- WHATTTTT??? who said that?)
appearance
-> tall. a little shorter than jean (he lies and says he's taller when he clearly isn't)
-> tan, naturally but also cause he spends a lot of time outside
-> body is muscular but not as buff as reiner. a little more lean. naturally athletic looking
-> BIG VEINY hands. (tf did u think i was gonna write...?)
-> pretty/feminine facial features. they are on the sharper side tho
-> has like a perfect nose. the nose that people pay to have. that perfect straight button nose.
-> long long long eyelashes and nice ass eyebrows </3
-> tries to grow out his facial hair cause he gets teased for looking femenine especially cause of his long ass hair but it annoys him and he ends up shaving after a few days
-> wants an eyebrow/industrial/tongue/lip piercing but his mama would KILLL him
-> grows out his hair for like months and will randomly cut it without telling anyone and just show up with short hair
-> blushes easily, a really pretty pink color
-> silver and gold jewelry both look good on him but he prefers silver cause its edgier
-> likes to dress grunge/skater punk esque - lots of baggy clothes, old band tees, jeans, sweats, layering
-> wears silver rings and necklaces
-> has this one belt made of bullets and ALWAYS wears it cause he thinks it makes him look tough
-> would have tattoos but they'd have meanings and he'd spend a lot of time picking them out
-> naturally kind of hairless (partially why he struggles to grow out facial hair)
-> has a padawan braid cause he's a cute loser nerd
-> smiles with his teeth- naturally straight and very white
-> clean looking. smells like spearmint gum and musk and just nice
as your boyfriend
-> CLINGY. SO. FUCKING. CLINGY.
-> easily flustered/shy, and won't meet ur eyes when he is (face turns pink; specifically the tip of his nose and cheeks and also the tips of his ears.)
-> LOVES the way u smell. literally grabs u by the waist and buries his head in the crook of ur neck and just breathes
-> loves when you touch hair hair/play with it/braid it, or when u scratch his arms and back - just loves when u touch him in general
-> has a stupid ass nickname for u that u HATE. he uses it in private. isn't huge on petnames but will call u baby when trying to calm u down or get ur attention
-> however, when he's being super passionate and sweet and just extra loving to u he will call u hayatım or aşkım (turkish for my love)
-> VERY touchy but not really in a sexual way (??) like he likes to hold ur hand, leans his head on your shoulder, hugs you, plays with your hair
-> cracks ur knuckles (bonus points if u squirm and try and get him to stop. he knows u hate it but he does it anyways hehe - unless u tell him not to do it properly. then he won't ofc)
-> loves ur voice, especially his laugh
-> rmr how i said he doesn't like to call/ft and prefers to text. yeah hell no. never with you. if u guys are apart he's on call with u. driving? calling u. at the grocery store? calling u. at the gym? ft with u. at night? ft with u. always always always wants to hear ur voice and laugh and see ur pretty face
-> ass and boobs and thighs meh like okay he loves obviously but he especially loves ur eyes and ur lips
-> VERRRRRYYYYY playful. like he loves to pink ur cheeks, squish ur face, kiss the tip or ur nose/squeeze it, flicks ur forehead, ruffles your hair, and since he's taller than u he always rests his arm on the top of ur head which pisses u tf off so its even better.
-> holds ur hand/grabs ur thigh while driving. if he's holding ur hand he'll bring it to his lips and kiss it/bite ur hand/fingers playfully
-> likes pda but won't do it very often cause he likes to seem nonchalant and get easily embarrassed but u alr know behind closed doors that man is SO clingy and so so so affectionate to make up for all the missed time
-> so so so so so very protective. did i mention protective? to the point where u have to calm him down or he'll literally get violent.
-> tickle wars. pillow fights. play fights. has mega knighted u on multiple occasions.
-> LOVES to match u. like if u like a specific color he will always wears it
-> if he does have tattoos he'll draw them on ur arms with pen/sharpie so u guys can match <3
-> HE suggested couples costumes for halloween. him. yes. anakin and padme OR atom eve and invincible OR nightwing and starfire OR just like any superhero couple.
-> when u first met him u thought he was very nonchalant/unaffectionate and maybe even mean but the minute he warms up it's overrrrrrr for u
-> sorta confessed first? it's so obvious to everyone BUT u that he likes u and he randomly asked if u liked him without mentioning anything abt his feelings
-> kissed u once and was like yeah that's it PLEASE be my girlfriend. he wasted no time becoming a couple cause he NEEDS to let everyone know ur his
-> very attentive. pays attention to all the small things that no one notices; sometimes things u don't notice
-> PATHETIC ASS YEARNER HOLY SHIT OMG. like a yearner down to his very core. when he first started realizing he liked u, he would literally come up with any excuse to spend more time with u, always stared at u, is extra playful and will be way more touchy as long as u seem comfortable with it, will tease the shit outta u and it lowk pisses u off but he enjoys seeing u angry
-> talks VERY highly of u, makes it super obvious he has a lot of respect for u
-> LOYALLLL. if u don't like someone without question he will literally hate this person, even if previously he might have liked them/thought they were a good person.
-> despite the fact that he's so hard headed and literally enjoys arguing, he literally REFUSES to argue with you and lowk just ignores problems even when u try to bring them up and push him abt it cause he knows he doesn't have control over the shit he says when he's pissed and the last thing he wasn't to do is hurt ur feelings </3
nsfw/spice | MDNI !!
-> rough and dominate asf.
-> LOVES to pull ur hair, bite you, leave marks/bruises
-> praise. praises tf out of u and loves it when u praise him.
-> from behind. loves it from behind. will literally put his hand on the small of your back and push you down to get the right angle.
-> LOVES when you scratch his back and leave marks. the harder/the more it hurts, the better.
-> literally folds and dies a little on the inside when u pull his hair really hard
-> very very very much likes the way u taste.... iykwim
-> pins ur hands or ties them up so ur literally helpless.
-> u could be squirming away and he'll grab ur hips and pull your back and be like "you can take it."
-> did i mention biting?
-> aftercare is lowk his fav part. he loves cleaning u up, taking you to the bath, washing your hair, cuddling
-> isn't afraid to be loud and loves it when ur loud and literally screaming his name cause he knows he's doing a good job
-> loves it messy. im talking ur makeup is like GONE, the sheets are all messed up and ruined. think the honeymoon scenes in twilight breaking dawn prt 1 LMFAO
-> HUNGRYYYY for u always. he's like a starved man when it comes to you.
-> LOVES when UR rough with him and u get all possessive and dominant. turns him tf onnnn
-> swallow it.
-> makes u beg for it. "use your words baby." "say please?"
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.
He’d have his cheek smushed against you as he quietly explains his plans for the day, he’d go fishing maybe, get some more firewood so you can read cosily by your fireplace
You’d read to him sometimes, on the swing in the cabins porch, his head on your lap as you say those calming words, one hand holding the paper the other in his hair as his eyes are closed but his ears are open
He’d help you hand wash the laundry, chase you around with the soapy buckets
You’d tried to help him with the firewood one time, him letting you use his axe which resulted with it in the tree behind you, he pecks you on the lips laughing and stays close to your face ‘i think i’ll just handle the wood’ grinning like a little boy
You guys would have a small farm and you’d both get so hyped about good sized vegetables that grew or collect the weird looking ones with small babies or something
You’d cook meals together but he’d never really knows what to do so he sits on the counters and just complies when you shove big spoons with sauce or soup in it and tells you what more it needs, he quietly watches you hum as you flow across the kitchen and he thinks to himself that he’d never need more from this world than you.
Sometimes he’s be exercising outside and you’d sit on your porch stairs, ogling shamelessly at his shirtless sweating body and catcalling him
“Wooooo are you single mister?” “Now what is a fine man like you doing out here?” “wanna come inside my cabin? I dont bite” “but i might just bite if u continue looking like that”
He laughs to himself secretly enjoying how you whistle at him, sometimes he’d have you sit on his back as he does push ups or have you hold his legs down as he does sit ups while you just talk your head off to him
You’d have candle lit dinners, sometimes eating food hes hunted and tried to cook all fancy up for you, you may be living in one place but his love makes up for that monotony, he always has something interesting to talk to you about, more to feel
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.
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.
masterlist
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
NOTE! jean x reader. reader might be oc idk. want to go camping. weird cause i hated it growing up.
masterlist!
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.
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.
cooking for you every time you come over. fluffing up his cushions so you don’t think he only comes to his apartment to sleep and leaves for work. cleans up, showers, resprays himself with cologne and deodorant.
with all that said, you know what to expect with katsuki, especially when you use his front door key for the first time. no need to knock and wait to hear him rush over to the door, waiting a single second to pretend to look like he didn’t just run before opening the door.
this time, you opened the door yourself and instead of seeing your boyfriend in his kitchen, mixing something in his wok, adding soy sauce somewhere and veggies somewhere else, you can’t see him anywhere. you know he’s home though, he texted you an hour ago to say he would be.
you kick off your shoes and pull off your jacket. dumping your bag on the floor, you wade your way through his apartment.
“katsuki? are you on the toilet?” you call but as soon as you enter his living room, you go silent. a smile springs up on your face instead.
“awe,” you mumble and the feeling you get when you see a cute puppy, a little tiny kitten or a chubby sweet baby, fills up inside of you. warmth and love, everything pink with the urge to squeeze.
this grown ass man was dead to the world. laid out on his cloud ivory L shaped sofa, on his back, chest softly breathing up and down, up and down. in through his nose and out through his lips.
it’s rare you witness katsuki sleeping. he’s always up before you for his work and on weekends when you get to sleep in, he’s always in that half awake stage when if you try and sneak out under him, suddenly he gains all consciousness to drag you back.
the size of him is a shock. to see a man that large resting. he feels like a lion, ready to pounce at any hint of a predator. he’s in his comfy clothes, wool hoodie and grey joggers. both his hands on his stomach, resting over each other like an old man. you coo at the sight of him with no frowns nor is he on the edge of a bark.
you kneel at the edge of the sofa, knowing that if anyone where to see you now, you’d be framed as a loving girlfriend or an utter creep.
you couldn’t care less. you brush katsuki’s damp blonde strands off his forehead, wondering whether kissing his cheek is worth it to wake him up.
until one eye snaps open. bakugou jumps out of your grasp, onto his elbows with a yelp, “fuck!”
he makes you jump too, eyes wide as you watch his cortisol slowly level back to normal.
“it’s just me!”
“shit, i wasn’t expectin’ you to be there.” he lays back on the sofa, forearm over his eyes. sleep causes his voice to be a deep growl, every word delicious. “didn’t even realise i fell asleep, was supposed to be startin’ dinner for ya.”
“it’s okay, you must have been sleepy,” you say quietly, hands back on your lap and bakugou swings his head over to look at you.
he licks his bottom lip. eyes with creases around them, skin stiff but the endearment in his eyes is undeniable.
“how are you, sweets? sorry, i’m outta it.” he reaches for your waist, urging you to sit up next to him on the sofa.
you do eagerly, flinging your body over his like he’s your life boat, head on his shoulder. bakugou wraps his arms around your back.
“i’m fine. you’re such a cute sleeper.”
bakugou scoffs, closing his eyes, “shut up.”
“you are! like a baby, one who’s eating all their meals.”
“yeah?” he entertains.
“hm,” you hum, “wanna kiss all over your sweet cheeks.”
he peels one eye open. one thing about the prohero, he loves your attention. “go on. then i’ll start cookin’.”
you sit up, hands on his shoulders, “we can always order in. you’re clearly exhausted.”
“i like cookin’ for you,” he mumbles when you press your lips onto his cheekbone.
immediately bakugou grins, hands resting on your hips.
“but you don’t have to.”
another kiss to his right cheekbone. then his chin.
“i would rather lay here with you,” he murmurs.
“nice. i’ll look for something for us.”
a kiss on his eyelids, then his forehead.
“proper kiss now.” he pushes, tilting up his chin to keep closer to your face.
“so bossy,” you smirk before pressing your lips onto his.
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.
Tonight was no different, you could feel the love pouring out of him with every move he made. The arm wrapped around your shoulders, the hand squeezing your arm to make sure that you were warm. Trost was known to be a rather cold city, especially at night, but it never stopped you from having your date nights.
“What are we watching next?” Jean leans down to stare at your phone with you. You were scrolling through the long movie list you had made together, reading carefully through the movie titles.
“We can do… Beautiful Boy? We haven’t watched it yet, surprisingly.” You look up at your boyfriend and he nods.
“Okay, Beautiful Boy.”
“Oh, I’m gonna ugly-cry though…”
Jean lets out a laugh before pressing his lips to the side of your head, pulling you closer to him. “Not the first time I’ve seen you cry.”
You roll your eyes before shoving your phone back in the pocket of your long coat. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Oh you do?” Jean smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I would’ve never guessed.”
But before you could come up with your own smart retort, a rather loud bang interrupts your moment. It pulls you back to reality for a moment, and you find yourself holding onto your boyfriend’s arm.
“What was that?” You whisper, too nervous to step closer to the sound.
Jean immediately goes into protective mode, gently pushes you to hide behind him.
“Who is there?!” He yells out, all protective and serious as his eyes scan for potential danger. You would’ve run away, had it not been the alleyway that leads directly towards your apartment building.
Another soft, wet sound comes from the alleyway, but this time Jean squints as he takes a closer look at what was happening.
Orange, white, a little bit of black….white, and then orange again. Fur. There is fur everywhere, and multiple pairs of bright eyes stare directly into yours and Jean’s souls.
Cats were gathered around the dumpster, only distracted for a moment by your presence before diving back into their food. You step from around Jean and towards the animals, your voice careful and concerned.
“I hope they’re not eating something spoiled.”
And as if they could understand what you were saying, their gaze immediately shifts towards something in the sky.
Or more like someone.
“Miss! Watch out!” A child’s voice can be heard from above, and you look up at the third floor window.
Two kids — a boy and a girl, had their heads sticking out of the window. The light was very bright from where they were looking, and you assumed that they were probably in the kitchen.
“Oh,” you place a hand on your chest as you realize what was happening, and you turn to Jean with what he can only describe as the biggest smile on your face. “Look, I think they’re feeding them.”
Jean approaches you with a warm smile, reaching his hand towards your face where he gently holds your jaw before leaning down to kiss your forehead. His carefulness makes butterflies dance in your stomach, and you move closer to him as the two of you watch the cats eat.
“Mommy says we can’t go out and feed them at night.” It’s the boy who speaks up this time, his words laced with disappointment. Jean is quick to respond to him.
“Your mommy is right, it’s dangerous at night.”
“But you’re outside at night.” The pout is so evident in his voice that it makes you chuckle.
His sister hisses at him, quickly correcting him. “They’re grown ups, dummy! Grown ups can walk outside at night!”
“Then I wanna be a grown up some day!” The boy exclaims loudly, before tossing another piece of meat down to the cats.
It seems that this was a regular occurrence, as the cats look fairly healthy and are full after a couple of bites. The kids bid them goodbye very loudly, and then you hear a loud shush coming from inside their apartment.
“It’s way past your bedtime!”
“But mommy! It’s the weekend!”
“And I let you feed the cats, now it’s time to sleep.”
“I wanna say byebye to the nice lady and her husband!”
That elicits a chuckle from you and a surprised sound from Jean who looks down at you. “Am I just an accessory now?”
You wrap your arms around his middle. “A nice accessory.”
“Byebye!” Both kids wave at you, and you and Jean wave back as you watch them retreat inside.
“Goodnight!” You exclaim loud enough for both of them to hear, and their giggles echo through the night before the window closes and the rest of the conversation is muffled.
You stand there, your arms still wrapped around Jean before you feel his eyes on you, warm and adoring.
“What?” You can feel your cheeks warming up under his gaze, his firm body feeling extra nice against yours.
“Husband, huh?” He tucks a hair strand behind your ear, taking in your flustered look. “I like that. Do you?”
The question comes out soft, careful — this was Jean’s way of testing the waters, the relationship in itself. He wanted to make sure that you two were on the same page, that the past year and a half of you two being together has been just as amazing to you, as it has been fulfilling to him. He cradles your face with his hand, his thumb brushing against your warm cheek as you gaze at him lovingly.
“I love it.”
Your words hang in the air for a few moments, surrounded by the silence of the night and your mixed breaths. Your chest feels tight, eyes brimming with tears because this was so incredibly overwhelming yet steadying. Because this was Jean, this wasn’t the man who had stood you up or the one who made you pay despite being the one to invite you on a date, or the one who expected sex after one date.
This was Jean, and not your ex-boyfriend who had told you that he wasn’t ready for commitment after being in a relationship for a year, nor was he the man who ghosted you after three dates.
You tilt your head, melting against his touch and allowing him to take the lead from here.
And soon enough, he leans down and captures your lips with his in what starts out as a gentle kiss. A couple of pecks turned into deeper kisses, and in no time you were burying your hands in his hair, fingers pulling at his mullet. The action elicits a soft sound from the taller man who pushes you up against the nearest wall, not before stumbling a bit and giggling against each other’s lips.
“Would’ve been bad if you fell.” He whispers in between kisses, his hand resting on the back of your head whilst the other grips your hip. You can feel the self-restraint slipping with each kiss, and it makes your body feel warm as you smile against his lips.
“You would’ve fallen with me so I don’t get embarrassed.” You tease him, your finger poking at his cheek and he chuckles, his hand falling from your head. He was now fully gripping your hips, caging you between the wall and his body.
“Mmm, my girl knows me so well.” He nudges your nose with his, smiling at your euphoric giggles. His lips attach against your cheek, then your jaw and down to your neck as you gasp in between giggles.
“Jean!”
“My girl, my wife,” he says the petname with so much pride, so much possessiveness that you could’ve sworn you felt your heart was about to explode.
“I have a feeling you like the sound of that,” you tease the man, brushing his hair away from his face before holding it in your hands. “Your face feels warm.”
“I love it,” he kisses the palm of your hand, before melting against your touch. “You have no idea.”
“Oh I think I do.” You whisper with a shy smile, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “My husband.”
Jean’s eyes widen for a moment, a strong feeling washes over him before he squeezes his eyes shut. He takes the hand that is holding his face before kissing it — its palm, its knuckles, repeatedly and so lovesick that you could feel your heart in your throat.
And then he opens his eyes, and his stomach flips at the way you’re looking at him. All flushed, almost drunk off his love for you. You were breathing hard, chest heaving as you stared at him as if he held the key to all of your secrets. Like he was the answer to all of your problems, as if existing without him was the worst and most unforgivable sin.
He pauses. Because telling you what he was thinking would ruin it, saying out loud that he was thinking of a million ways to have a conversation with your family about proposing to you would ruin the surprise. Because revealing that he had been saving up for a ring for the past six months would make you worry about him, about whether or not he was using his own salary for himself.
Jean knows you like the back of his hand. And he knows that if he were to propose tomorrow, with a paper ring and a shoebox for a house, you would accept.
But he would never do that — you were his princess, his sweetheart, his love. He was going to make you live out the fairytale of your dreams.
—
It should be illegal to be this attracted to your partner.
Jean’s eyes have been devouring your body ever since you got home, watching you walk around your shared bedroom then head for the bathroom. He leans against the doorframe as you remove your make-up, getting ready for the night as you grab a towel and your skincare products. Sensing his presence, you look at your boyfriend and smile.
“What?” you step closer to the shower before turning on the faucet. Jean quietly moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.
“I can scrub your back?” He whispers against your cheek, groaning loudly when the smell of your perfume hits his nostrils. You giggle, a bit taken aback by his boldness.
“You never just scrub my back.” You point out, and the taller man playfully bites down on your earlobe.
“Did I say just scrub your back?” His hands sneakily find their way on your bare thighs, traveling their way up and under the fabric of your dress. “Scrub your back, wash your hair—”
Your hands rest on his toned forearms, smiling to yourself when you feel him squeeze your thighs.
“Soap my body too?”
This elicits another groan from Jean, and he swiftly reaches for the zipper of your dress. “Alright, let’s take it off.”
You can’t help but laugh at the urgency in his voice, but you’re also deeply flustered by how easy it is to make his self control crumble.
“Don’t forget yourself,” you mutter as he finishes unzipping your dress, taking a step back so you can step out of it and stand in front of him wearing only panties. With deliberate slowness, you undo the clasp of his belt and let it slide free. You thread it carefully through your fingers before gently yanking Jean towards you.
You continue to lift the leather belt through its loops, your other hand undoing the buttons of his white blouse. You let the belt drop to the floor, the sound of metal clanking against the tiles echoing through the bathroom, then you move closer to the man until your boobs are pressed against his bare chest.
The air is charged as you wrap your arms around his neck, a bashful smile dancing on your lips. “I wanna see all of you as well.”
Whatever self-restraint Jean had is long gone the moment he feels your skin against his. His lips crash against yours, messy and hurried as he swallows your sounds with his mouth. His big, warm hands grope your ass cheeks as you press your groin against his, gasping against his lips when you feel the growing bulge against your stomach.
You open your eyes, half-lidded and glossed over as you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath. But Jean captures your lips again, and you gasp when he pushes you up against the cold shower glass.
“I know baby,” your stomach twists at his tone — teasing yet mocking, and you pout at the man when you notice his playful smile. “Look at your nipples, they’re hard.”
He wastes no time in touching you, his thumb roughly grazing over the sensitive bud. Your back arches at the touch, your hand resting on his chest to make a small distance between the two of you.
“The water’s running.”
With a soft push, you put a little distance between the two of you before easing the glass door aside, Jean’s gaze following you. You step under the running water, making sure that your back was facing Jean as your fingers slide under the edge of your underwear. Looking over your shoulder, you send Jean a smile as you gradually work your underwear down and over your hips.
Once fully naked, you hear rustling coming from outside of the shower and smile to yourself as you see Jean yanking his blouse off his body then practically jumping out of his pants and boxers.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, d’you know that?”
You gasp as you feel his hands on your boobs, shamelessly groping and fondling them as you reach for the body wash. You hum in response, pushing your ass back so that it grazes his now fully erect cock. Immediately, Jean folds against you as he rests his forehead against your shoulder.
“Are you okay baby?” you ask and Jean can tell you’re finding this way too amusing.
“Mmmm,” is all he can say as he pushes his cock against your ass, his hand sliding down from your boob down to your stomach. It rests on your pubic bone, and the tall man can tell that you’re slowly losing patience as well just from the way your body was reacting to him.
You shudder at the feeling, hips bucking up. You wish he could just fuck you stupid, but a part of you was enjoying the build up a little too much.
“Was just thinking,” his chin is now propped on your shoulder, eyes staring down at your boobs and the rest of your body. “About how bad I want to fuck you.”
You sigh, cheeks flaring up at his dirty confession. Your hand reaches behind you to cradle his face, and you turn your head to look at him. “How bad do you want to fuck me, Jean?”
Pressing his forehead against yours, Jean carefully nudges the tip of his cock against your wet folds. It’s a euphoric feeling despite the lack of penetration, and he basks in the way your face contorts and twists when he swipes the tip of his cock over your clit.
“Til you feel it in your stomach, baby.”
You bite down on your lip, sighing at his words. “Please.”
The first thrust feels like you have been sent to heaven and back. It feels good, comforting, your warm walls hugging his cock so tight that Jean curses under his breath and bites down on your shoulder to suppress his own noises.
“Fuuuck, you’re so tight. Don’t I fuck you enough, huh? How’s this pussy still so fucking tight?”
You can only moan in response as you start to fuck yourself back against him, a gutteral sound escaping Jean as he watches your ass recoil with each thrust. He only lets you do the work for a couple of moments before his hand hooks under your leg, lifting it up as he starts to fuck you hard.
You gasp, holding yourself up against the wall as your eyes roll back.
The obscene sound of his cock pumping in and out of you fills the bathroom, the large vein that wraps around his dick dragging against your folds with each thrust. And he reaches so deep inside you that it elicits an embarrassing moan out of you, one that has you covering your mouth.
“Don’t hide from me,” Jean quickly removes your hand from over your mouth, his pace quickening. The tip of his cock reaches spots inside you that your own fingers can’t, and you quickly figure out that holding up your leg allows him to reach even deeper if possible.
The light-brown-haired male can no longer hide his own sounds, as the lewd sound of his hips violently slamming against yours were the only thing to reach his ears. The feeling of your tight pussy is the one thing that he can feel in his entire body, and he makes it his mission to make you cum as hard as you can.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”
He holds you up well, making sure that you were balancing yourself well as he continues to fuck you with your leg in the air. Your leg starts shaking when the tip of his cock grazes that spot, and so he frees your leg before wrapping his arms around your body. With embarrassing ease, Jean manhandles you so that you are pressed face first against the glass door of the shower.
“What I’d take to see what you look like right now,” he mumbles against your ear, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. He starts to fuck you again, this time going so deep that you could almost feel him in your stomach.
It makes your eyes roll back, your cheeks stinging from the heat as your body gives out and lets him take full control. You rest your forehead against the glass when the pleasure becomes mind-numbing, your hands reaching behind you to grip his forearms as he continues to fuck you so good.
“Oh my god Jean, oh my god—”
“Don’t stop?” His voice was strained, he was close too.
“Please!”
Saying the magic word always got you what you wanted. Jean’s hips are relentless as he continues to slam the tip of his cock exactly how you liked. Coupled with his hands gripping your hips so possessively, your orgasm hits you like a train.
Your body shakes, goosebumps forming all over your skin as your pussy gushes on his cock. And you can’t stop cumming, Jean’s cock keeps fucking into you as he chases his own release and mutters filthy words of praise against your hair.
“My perfect woman, my pretty wife taking my cock like a fucking champ.” His moan is long and drawn and you cry out even more when you feel his hand go around your body to rub at your poor and neglected clit. “You’re so fucking good for me, you’re gonna cum for me again. Right?” His teeth sink into your earlobe and you sigh, your body temperature rising as you nod.
“Yeah!”
“Good girl.”
Jean gives one final slam of his hips before he’s emptying himself inside your pussy, cock nestled between your tight and warm walls. You take a moment to catch your breath, your body still twitching and recovering from what just happened.
You tell your boyfriend that you two need to hurry and wash up before the warm water runs out, and he jumps in action as he scrubs both your body and his, rinsing with water before stepping out to grab towels for the two of you.
By the time he returns with a warm towel, you’re trembling from the cold.
“Sorry I took too long.” You shake your head, letting him wrap the towel around your body.
“It’s okay,” you smile as you kiss his cheek. “Cover yourself or you’ll get sick.”
Jean kisses your forehead before patting your butt. “Go get dressed, you look like a poodle.”
You feign being offended as you gasp. “Take it back!”
“Thought you liked me for my honesty!”
You shout from the bedroom. “No! I liked you because you were tall and handsome!”
You hear Jean make the same noise you made earlier. “My girlfriend is shallow?!”
“Better break up with me.” you say playfully and Jean pops his head from the bathroom, his face all serious.
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
" 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.
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.”
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.
︵ ೀ 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.
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
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