── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ seonghwa x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 explicit smut, established relationship, romantic, domestic fluff, pregnancy scare/marriage talk, emotional intimacy, vaginal sex (unprotected), cum eating, squirting, food play, kissing, breast play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ even though I’m wifey, you can hit it like a side chick <3 ── word count: ².²ᵏ 🥞 “clearly, making food would have to wait.”
A/N: surprise surprise yes I am writing seonghwa again. don’t judge me, blame him /jk he has completely brainrotted me. but I just wanted to give y’all some dirty domestic action. I think I plan on opening my requests soon and start working on a longer series with hwa featuring a special guest but that’s all I say for now; so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
“What’s this?”
You’re in the kitchen, mixing pancake batter with chocolate chips, and you looked up to see Seonghwa holding a pregnancy test—the one you discarded this morning.
You cursed at yourself, annoyed you didn’t hide it better.
“Oh…yeah. I took it this morning.” You continued making breakfast, turning to the fridge to take out a carton of eggs.
“Well? Babe, I don’t know what the one line means.”
“Hwa, I’m not pregnant, relax.”
There was a beat of silence as you glanced his way, trying to read his expression. His eyes stayed fixed on the little plastic stick in his hand, his face frustratingly unreadable.
Not that it mattered. You were taking birth control.
These past few weeks, you’d simply felt…off. Taking the test seemed easier than letting your mind spiral.
A pregnancy was not in the plans, but you couldn’t act like it didn’t have your head spinning. Would Seonghwa want a kid with you? Are you even ready to be a mom? The whole thing fucked with your head.
Seonghwa turned the test over in his hand before setting it on the counter. He padded around the island on bare feet, slipping his arms around your waist. His body pressed to your backside as he nuzzled his chin onto your shoulder, gently kissing your neck.
“Are you okay?” He whispered, brushing your hair back.
“Of course. We have no plans for a baby, right?”
“I mean…no, but you look upset.” He admitted, his voice low and comforting.
You sighed, setting the whisk down.
“I was scared…and happy. I kept thinking, I don’t want to be pregnant. Then I’d think about having a little piece of us to love, and I’d get excited. Then it came back negative, and I was relieved…and then I got anxious that you— ”
Your voice caught, blinking away the tears fighting behind your eyes.
“That I what?” Seonghwa hugged you tighter. “Hey…talk to me.”
“That you wouldn’t want kids with me anyway.”
“Why would you think that?”
Turning to face him, you took his hands in yours.
“We’ve been together for seven years. Neither of us wants to get married or have kids right now. Sometimes I wonder if…maybe that’s just how it’ll always be.”
“Life isn’t a race. We have plenty of time to make those decisions together…when we’re ready.” Seonghwa delicately placed a kiss on your temple, then your cheek.
“How do you even know you’ll want me to have your babies?”
“Cause I already do, sweetheart.”
The words stole the air from your lungs.
Your lips parted, searching his face for even the smallest hint of hesitation.
There wasn’t any.
Your hands swept around his neck and you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. He moaned into your mouth, pushing your back against the edge of the countertop. The taste of him sent electricity through your body as your tongues rolled together, a familiar ache returning to your gut.
His hands lowered, gripping your ass in his palms.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.” He mumbled against your mouth.
You leaned your head back and broke the kiss, leaving Seonghwa pouting cutely as you giggled.
“Let me at least finish breakfast first.” You protested weakly.
“Hm, guess you’ll be my breakfast instead.”
Seonghwa hooked his long fingers in the waistband of your shorts, snatching them down your legs quickly. You lifted your feet one by one, letting him take them off before tossing them to the side. He, in turn, stripped free of his boxer briefs without a second thought.
It was adorable how eager he was for you. He swiped away the bowls and food behind you before grabbing hold of your hips. Hwa hoisted you up, planting your bare bottom onto the counter in one swift motion.
Clearly, making food would have to wait.
Even though your families begged to see you and Seonghwa wed and have kids, you were enjoying the simplicity of just being in love. You purred his name under your breath before his lips crashed against yours with a needy appetite.
Your hands caressed the back of his head, lacing your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He scooted farther between your legs, his hands drawing you closer to the edge of the counter. His thick erection twitched between you as your lips moved lithely along each other’s.
“Hwa, I need you…please,” you whimpered, his lips ghosting down your jaw and latching onto your throat.
“Mmm…say that again, baby.”
His cool breath blowing along your ear, his tongue licking and tugging at the lobe.
The sensation curled down to your toes, forcing your grasp on him to tighten. Raspy moans fell from you, his mouth turning your head into a fuzzy mess.
“Seonghwa…I need you,” your hushed voice cooed as you rut your hips up and slip his cock along your slit, “I want you inside me.”
His body shuddered against you. Hwa suddenly met your eyes, his gaze lustful and hungry. A broken gasp caught in your chest as he made swift work parting your legs more, a hand guiding one of your legs onto his shoulder as he rested the other on the stool nearby.
“This is the only pussy I want to be inside of.”
Every word he whispered made you pathetically wet, blood buzzing in your ears and pounding the ruthless ache in your cunt. Seonghwa was the only one who ever made you feel this way without even being touched.
He tilted his head down and drooled lazily on his dick, lining it up to your entrance. Gliding himself up and down your folds, you shuddered and pinched his skin between your fingers. You inhaled a sharp bite of air between your teeth, arching your back as he tapped his length against your throbbing clit.
“Now you’re just teasing…” you muttered, earning a coy smile from him.
Fisting his shaft, he carefully stuffed himself inside your hot core, filling you completely.
“F-fuck!” You cried out loudly, his cock stretching your walls as he pushed deeper.
Your hand slapped against his naked chest as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were sharp, rough, and raw.
Each stroke twisting the knot in your belly as he bottomed out inside you.
“Hwa…” your whimpers of pleasure echoing through the kitchen as your dripping pussy fluttered around him.
From the sheer drive of his hips (and angle you were positioned), you were forced back, leaning on your arms with your hands gripping the island bar ledge. Hwa took advantage of your shift and gripped your hips, pounding into your cervix.
The ragged, incoherent noises tumbling from your lips were music to his ears. The air sweltered as the heat built from your bodies, arousal seeping around your skin as your hips shoved together.
“I love the sounds you make for me, princess.” He breathed heavily.
His velvety voice mingled with the searing squelching that filled the room, the harmony dancing through your dazed mind. The slick friction of his cock intoxicated you as his tip found that sweet spot almost instantly.
It was heaven—pure bliss.
Hwa softly kissed the inside of your knee. Tiny beads of sweat gathered at his brow. He gently wiped them across your skin as he rested his face against your leg.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you panted, laying your hand on his groin as his rhythm sped up.
It was too much.
The pressure in your belly grew more intense by the second.
Hiking your crop top above your breasts, Seonghwa latched his mouth to your nipple, lapping his warm tongue over the sensitive bud. Your eyes rolled back as he pumped in and out of you, the taut muscles in your stomach straining unbearably.
His cheeks hollowed as his puffy lips sucked lightly at your tender flesh. The carnal desire in his eyes stole your breath when he glanced up at your heated face, burying himself inside your cunt relentlessly.
“That’s it baby,” he huffed, seizing your throat in his palm, “—s’need you to cum all over me.”
Seonghwa kissed you passionately, teeth clicking with frantic need. A strangled noise released from you into his mouth, hips grinding together as the fire pooling in your abdomen burst and sent shockwaves through you.
“Hwa…” you mewled, vision painted with white sparks.
You tried to come down gradually from your orgasm, leaning forward as your pussy spasmed around him. You dug your nails into his muscly bicep—but Seonghwa refused. He grabbed the back of your hair, forcing your foreheads together.
“God, you feel s’good, s’fucking go—”
His voice caught, hips stuttering as a thunderous growl ripped from his chest. Thick, hot spurts of cum spilled inside your sopping core as Hwa rocked his hips back and forth, your folds milking every last drop from his cock. His grip in your hair tightened, his fingers digging into your scalp.
You lusciously squeezed around him. Feeling his orgasm, his length twitching against your juicy center, made time slow as if you were watching fireworks go off.
A combination of sweat and cum glistened brightly on your inner thighs. You could see droplets of sweat collecting on his upper lip and jaw. You loved it—the sweatier he was, the more you were turned on.
“Holy shit, baby. That pussy s’good.”
He kissed you again, more fiercely this time, but took his time tasting your mouth. The salty taste of his lips had you salivating for more.
You could never get enough of him.
“So you’re only going to put your babies in me?”
You rubbed your noses together sweetly.
“‘Til death do us part.”
Hwa stayed engulfed in your leaking heat, leaning back and caressing your cheek in his hand. Then, he suddenly slammed his cock to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
A mixture of screams and whines tore from your lungs, hands finding the marble ledge to ground yourself as Seonghwa continued to fuck you mercilessly. His hips moved with reckless abandon, ramming himself into your g-spot repeatedly.
There was little to no time for your orgasm to rapidly stir in your gut, but it felt different—like a burning rocket coming to shatter inside you. Seonghwa snapped your hips down harder against him, cursing your name under his breath.
This was the true definition of having your guts rearranged.
Your skin prickled as you exhaled unevenly, melting into the heady ecstasy.
“Hmm…that’s crazy it’s s’deep,” he hummed, his first load seeping out of you around his shaft, “f-fuck…your pussy feels s’wet.”
“Oh-oh my g-god…Seonghwa…don’t s-stop.”
The delicious wet noises wrecked you beyond comprehension. The piercing touch from his sopping erection set you aflame. Your walls clenched around him, head fried and dizzy.
You were royally fucked.
The crackling spring uncoiled and shot through you, body shaking as you came again, crying out silently. Juices trickled out of your pussy like a fountain, coating Seonghwa and the tile.
As your insides pulsed, they blindsided Seonghwa and pushed him out of you.
It was absolutely euphoric.
A full body orgasm that you never expected.
“Did you just…squirt?” he asked, eagerly looking from between your legs to the puddle on the floor.
“I-I think so?” you answered hesitantly, the blinding haze fading slowly from your eyes.
You weren’t entirely sure what just happened, it was brand new, but damn if you didn’t want to experience it again.
“Fucking hell…that’s hot.”
Wasting no time, Seonghwa glided his cock back into your cunt, hips resuming the same harsh pace as before. His hand wandered over your shirt and kneaded at your breast. His gaze met yours and you kissed him, lips moving lithely with sensual embrace.
If this is what being in love felt like, you never wanted it to end.
A series of groans and hoarse murmurs fell from Seonghwa’s lips into your mouth, vibrating through to your cunt as his hips tensed. He was close.
“Goddamn…baby, you’re gonna make me cum again.”
He held you possessively, shooting his load inside you for a second time, stuffing you full of his seed.
A beat of silence lingered between you until you both started laughing giddily, still breathless.
“What a pre-breakfast workout.” Seonghwa’s cock gingerly slipped out from your folds, letting his cum ooze out. A stream cascaded down your ass and onto the floor.
He looked insanely sexy and proud at that moment.
“Can I actually make us breakfast now?”
Seonghwa turned his head to the array of food and cookware beside you, and locked onto the open bag of chocolate chips by your thigh.
He picked two of them out and scooped them along the viscous fluids resting on your pussy then held them up to your mouth. You didn’t even think twice, just opened your lips and slurped the candy and cum from his fingers.
You had them for less than a second before Seonghwa kissed you, swirling his tongue to taste the rich tangy flavor. The kiss lingered even after it had all dissolved in your mouth. Your tongues rolled as your lips massaged together, moaning lovingly.
Nothing but you and him.
“I think my batter is better, but if you must.” He snorted cockily.
Chuckling, you rolled your eyes playfully, admiring his features. In your head, you plotted on ravaging him again after you got some energy from the scrumptious food you were making…
Hii! And omg I love this Villain-only request thing! ♡♡♡ Is it okay to ask "Wake up! Please, wake up!" For Chisaki with a sweet and shy fem!S/O with a Healer Quirk who saves him before Shigaraki can destroy his hands, and takes care of him day and night? Please give it a fluffy ending, I'm a sucker for angst turned fluff :3♡♡♡ Thank you so much!!!
Word count: 847Type: Oneshot
Somehow this turned from a drabble into a oneshot.
I feel like I wrote Kai really ooc here… I also wasn’t able to incorporate the “shy” element of the reader’s personality considering the situation they’re in, but she’s definitely sweet!
– Mod Katsuki
“Wake up! Please, wake up!”
Your delirious and strained voice shook Kai from his restless slumber. For the first time in years, he awoke with a start. There was an inexplicable terror reverberating from his core, steadily seeping into every nerve in his body and rattling every atom. He’s never felt such anxiety before. Even his worst nightmares – even the ones where he lost you – didn’t do that to him.
What a fool he was.
That nightmare – no, memory – was his breaking point. Losing you was something Kai never thought he’d bat an eye at, yet it was seconds away from happening when you saved him from Shigaraki days prior. The thought of that disgusting man’s hands coiling around your throat, nearly killing you and separating you from Kai forever… he never wants to think about that again.
“Ah, I’m so glad you’re awake now…”, your voice trailed off as you settled back into your seat. You gave his hand a light squeeze to calm his nerves, but his eyes were trained on the bandages around your neck.
In that moment, Kai realized he always took you for granted. Only in the past few days did he realize losing you would completely and utterly ruin him, and not just because you’re the yakuza’s best medic.
His bleary eyes, once a royal gold now reduced to a sickly fawn-yellow, slowly blinked as if taking in their surroundings for the first time. He was thankful that his nerves had began to settle; still, there was no rest for the wicked as nausea immediately flooded from his stomach and crawled up his throat like a charging army. He shot up from the bed and clutched his stomach, hacking up blood and bile onto the satin black covers.
“Kai!”
Despite staying up day and night tending to his wounds, your voice still held a melodious and angelic hum he cherished so dearly. Just hearing his name roll off your tongue settled the restless nerves in his body, and he suddenly realized your voice was also something he took for granted.
He really was a fool.
You hurriedly cleaned the mess he’d made while he stared at you and deliriously daydreamed; for a split second he felt embarrassed being cleaned and coddled like a baby. He was a powerful yakuza boss, reduced to a mere sickly human; but you were still an angel, his angel.
He didn’t deserve you.
“You never have nightmares. Are you okay?”
Your voice broke his troubled reverie as you placed the dirty rag on the floor, blissfully unaware of his tumultuous mind. He grimly chuckled; he had nightmares all the time, he just never admitted it or took them seriously.
Your hands gently gripped his upper arm and settled him back into the pillows, your brow slightly upturned upon hearing his laugh. A wet cloth quickly found itself on his forehead, the latter of which he realized was unbearably hot and sweaty.
“I’m fine. It wasn’t anything serious.”
Liar.
You smiled upon finally hearing his voice, your worries seeping away. He could tell you didn’t believe a word he said, but you still accepted his answer with a smile. It’s not like he could refute how badly that dream hurt him – you saw it with your own eyes only a few moments ago: the way he convulsed and shook as a torrent of tears spilled from his usually cold eyes. You’d already seen him at his most vulnerable.
“You’ve gotten pale,” he commented and eyed your disheveled and slightly oily hair. Bags had begun forming beneath your gorgeous eyes, which were slightly pink from crying, and your lips were slightly chapped. You looked so… different. You never let yourself go like this – all this time he thought you naturally looked angelic. But reality came crashing down: you’re just as much human as he is, and that only makes it easier to lose you.
You laughed and shook your head. “It’s no big deal, Kai. Besides, it’s only natural I worry when my love is bedridden, no?”
It was more than just worrying though. You were a mess of sweat and anxiety, and clearly you’d forgone eating for the past few days. He hated your response; he wanted to protest, yell out how you didn’t have to do this – at least not for someone like him. But he knew you’d never listen. You may be a healer – a metaphorical angel sent to him for reasons unknown – but your mind was too far gone to listen to reason. After all, you’ve stuck by a monster like him for so long.
“Don’t ever leave me, [Name].”
It was supposed to be an order, but the crack in his voice gave way to his true feelings: he was scared.
You were scared too. You were scared of the dangerous life you’d wandered into. You were scared of the brutal death that flashed before your eyes. But someone has to be strong for both your sake’s.
Pairing: unrequited Jellyon [ Jellal Fernandes x Lyon Vastia ]
+ background Lyredy [ Meredy x Lyon Vastia ]
Rating: TEEN [ T ]
Date: 18/01/09, 3:18 AM
A/N: Here I am, 3 AM, writing an angsty one-shot for my rp-biased otp.
Dedicated to Kai (@wintergraced) bc everything is her fault. Somehow.
Not that it’s a bad thing.........
LINK: AO3
RP BLOG: @shcklesofsin
MAIN: @cheschire-kaat
…And to think he'd been worried for Meredy. How ironic... It is himsef he should have protected better.
( Then again, why would he have? )
( This wasn’t supposed to happen, was it? )
Hadn't it always been Erza, with her beautiful locks of red hair --- even with Ultear by his side and in his bed during the time spent masquerading as a council member? Had she not possessed his heart ever since their tender years? Hadn't it always been girls and girls only?
How in God's name could he have predicted the havoc Lyon would wreck in his life, and that only with a simple kiss under the mistletoe? How could he have predicted that the smug, arrogant, frustratingly handsome Ice wizard would pierce through the walls he'd shielded himself with oh so easily, digging his way to his fragile, broken heart and making it his?
How?!
Overwhelmed, Jellal screamed, striking the tree he'd been using as a punching bag for about fifteen minutes in an attempt to find release. He knew Meredy would ask questions in the morning. He didn't care. He didn't care that it was past midnight either; he needed this, him who was always in control, head high and master of his emotions --- but all that was a facade, obviously. A mask behind which hid an once young boy fascinated by stars, now merely a broken soul.
They couldn't know about this. SHE couldn't know, because she was happy and in love and so was he, with the same man.
( Or was he? Was it love, really? )
He didn't quite know. Everything was so confusing nowadays.
…
He was tired. So tired of it all.
( At least, he had not forgotten to raise a soundproof barrier this time. )
( Not that he knew whether it'd fool Erik or not. )
The golden glow surrounding his hands faded away, and with it left every ounce of adrenaline that had inhabited him. He sunk to the ground, hands ( bleeding from punching the tree so much ) grasping his throbbing head and tears threatening to spill from his hazel eyes.
He cursed Lyon Vastia and his kiss. Lyon, the man that had made him question everything that had once made sense in his insane life. Speaking his name brought him grief, a feeling of helplessness, warmth in his heart and butterflies in his stomach he pained to crush. Hearing it leave his ( glowing with happiness ) pink-haired guildmate's lips brought him scorching jealousy which guilt always followed. He had turned his world upside down, invaded his thoughts and dreams --- because suddenly he was not dreaming of red locks and lipstick but of white hair, cold hands and broad shoulders, of snow, ice and peppermint breath and exquisite perfume and soft, haunting and tempting lips and Mavis, of his eyes. Those beautiful, hypnotizing eyes of a deep cornflower blue, irises he felt as if he could drown into, eyes full of malice and audace but also of sadness, mystery and---
The laugh that escaped him was bitter and desesperate and mixed with a sob, because he knew that Lyon Vastia unconsciously had him wrapped around his finger.
And he hated it.
Jellal Fernandes hated how deep he'd fallen for the ice prick currently courting his sister-figure, all because of a stupid Christmas tradition the other man had decided to follow.
And, most of all, he hated how he couldn't even bring himself to resent the man for it.
── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ wooyoung x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 smut, enemies to lovers, neighbors au, slow burn, fluff, romantic comedy, mutual pining, sexual tension, forced proximity, kissing, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, handjob, aftercare, wooyoung and reader are both college aged students ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ let’s pretend to hate each other in the morning <3 ── word count: ⁶ᵏ 🎸 “Still don’t hate you…you’re just not what I pictured.”
A/N: I don’t know how this happened, but I listened to swim by bts on repeat while writing this entire fic. If you can somehow hear that song in the vibe of this story, now you know why. this was so fun to write, I may write part two if someone wants to request it cause I kind of have ideas. btw, so far, this is my longest fic I’ve written for this blog 🎉 so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
“Fuck!”
You threw your bag down on the ground in frustration, sinking to your knees before pulling out every last item.
Your keys were not in there.
You lent your garage opener to your cousin.
“Oh my god, this can’t be happening!”
For a moment, you refused to believe it, frantically searching for keys you knew weren’t there.
“What are you screaming for?” A familiar voice asked from behind you.
The last voice you wanted to hear in this stressful predicament.
Turning your head, you found him standing there.
Jung Wooyoung, your irritating neighbor.
His mere presence made your skin crawl. The last thing you needed was his cocky attitude pissing you off more or his rude, mocking remarks about the situation when you already felt dumb and embarrassed.
You rolled your eyes and sighed.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m locked out.”
“Okay, drama queen. Call your aunt or your cousin. Relax.”
“Thanks for the tip.” You replied sarcastically.
Asshole.
You collected your belongings off the ground and put them back in your purse before sitting on the porch steps. Wooyoung stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at you. It was off-putting and gave you too much time to study him.
His sparkling green navel piercing, his toned abdomen beneath that tight baby tee hugging his muscles—
No!
You focused on your phone instead, quickly texting a friend about possibly coming over. Anything to free you from whatever this was.
Why was he even still here?
“Is there something I can help you with?”
He flinched, as if the anger in your voice had surprised him. His stunned expression morphed into an arrogant grin, shrugging his lean shoulders nonchalantly. God, he was annoying.
“Didn’t know it was a crime to stand somewhere, princess.”
“You can stop with the little nicknames now.”
“You get in touch with your people?” He said impatiently, like you had begged him to come check in with you and wait.
Checking your notifications, you read the incoming message from your friend who said she was with her boyfriend and his family at his house. Your plan was foiled. There wasn’t anyone else you could text.
Disappointed, you clicked your phone closed.
“My cousin went out of town. My aunt is at work.”
“Wow. You really managed to lock yourself out with no escape route. That’s almost impressive.” There’s that tone again.
No help. No advice. Just disparaging comments. Disgusting.
If you could push him over, you would…but that wasn’t you.
“Anything else you’d like to say? Please say no.”
“That would still be saying something, tsk tsk tsk.” Wooyoung chuckled under his breath, that really big smile painted on his face. His dimples carved into his high cheekbones, and your heart skipped a beat.
Fuck. You had to stop looking at him.
Silence settled between you, the tension hanging heavy in the air. The weight of his attention prickled across your skin as you did your best not to glance his way. You started thinking of ways to tell him to fuck off politely.
“So what’s the plan?”
“I’m sitting here.”
“For how long?”
“Until my aunt gets home.”
“What time?”
“Late.”
Wooyoung paused. His eyes flickered from the porch to your car, then back to you.
Even keeping your responses vague and short, he kept prying. What was his problem? He didn’t like you, you didn’t like him so what’s with the fifty questions. If you couldn’t shoo him away gently, maybe putting in your AirPods would do the trick.
“…You’re serious.”
“Yes, and I’d like to do it quietly if you don’t mind.” You showed him one of the airpods and placed it in your ear.
“Jesus, just come to my place.”
You blinked, your heart pounding in your ears. What reality were you living in?
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not gonna spend my evening watching you sit out here for hours looking pitiful,” He shook his head as though trying to shake the thought away. His blonde and blue hair shimmered in the sunlight, “…and if my older brother comes home and sees you, he’ll kick my ass.”
“Yay, can I watch?”
“Not funny.”
“I’d rather sit here.”
“No, you’d rather be stubborn.”
“They’re the same thing.”
“They’re really not.” Wooyoung scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, a little bit of the tattoo inside his forearm showing. “You really want to sit out here with no bathroom, no water?”
You were genuinely shocked. Was he actually concerned for your well being?
Nonetheless, he was right.
It would get dark, you have no bathroom or water. You could sit in your car with the doors locked, but that still didn’t solve the piss or dehydration problem. The more you thought about it, you really saw no other option.
Goddamn it.
“Ugh, fine,” you stood to your feet in a huff, dusting off the back of your skirt before pointing a finger at him, “but if you think this means we’re friends—”
“Trust me, princess, that’s not what I’m worried about.”
Trailing behind him, he led you through the grass and past the fence. Wooyoung opened the side door to the house which confused you.
“Why aren’t we going through the front?” You whispered, being overly skeptical and a powerful laugh escaped his throat, booming in your eardrums.
“No one is home, you don’t have to whisper.” He closed the door and began walking down the wooden steps next to it, “My room is down here, not gonna walk through the whole house.”
He said it like it should be obvious to you and you regretted agreeing to this right then. You continued following him into the basement, fear crept through you as the darkness swallowed the staircase, until the last visible step disappeared under your feet.
“Wait here. This is difficult terrain in the pitch black.” Wooyoung warned in an exaggerated wildlife-documentary voice, and your teeth caught your lower lip as you held back a chuckle.
He wasn’t funny—least of all charming.
Then, he strutted into the darkness. You squinted, trying to see at least his silhouette but all you could hear was his feet shuffling somewhere ahead and you refused to move from the spot where he left you.
It was already strange enough you even went along with coming into his house, let alone going where you shouldn’t.
The sound of a drawstring being pulled echoed through the room, followed by a click. Suddenly, there was light. Your pupils widened, grateful you hadn’t taken another step. Only then did you notice the second staircase leading the rest of the way down.
Wooyoung stood there at the bottom step, waving at you to come down. As you rounded the corner, he turned on more lights and his “room” was actually its own separate apartment attached to the house.
The two of you walked between the kitchen and dining table before entering the den. A large blue L-shaped couch was on your right, with a large plasma TV across from it on the opposite side of the coffee table. To the left there was a ping pong table with a door behind it.
“That’s a bathroom but the toilet’s broken so you’ll have to use the one in my room, down the hall there.” Wooyoung pointed down the narrow corridor past the table.
He padded around the couch and clicked the television on, surfing channels until he landed on baseball.
“You can come sit down, ya know?” He giggled to himself, amused by your demeanor, as he stood there mindlessly typing on his phone.
Ignoring his tone, you stormed the path he went earlier and sat down aggressively on the sofa. Soon after you whipped your phone out, scrolling on Twitter while paying him no mind, hoping the hours would fly by as fast as possible.
“Did you want water?” He had moved in front of you and it startled you to look up, watching him loom over you.
“Uh, yeah sure.”
Wooyoung stayed rooted where he was, thumb lazily scrolling across his phone, though you had the distinct feeling his attention wasn’t entirely on the screen. You couldn’t concentrate on your phone with his musk and cologne wafting into your nostrils. His red jeans hugged tight to his waist. You could easily make out the deep V-line of his hips above his belt.
He eventually went to the kitchen, allowing you to breathe and shake away this light headed feeling. You were uneasy, pretending to stare at your phone, but you kept finding yourself drawn back to him.
Okay, maybe he was attractive, but his personality left much to be desired. You needed to remember that.
You turned your head to the television as he waltzed back over, handing you a red plastic cup.
“Filtered water for the princess. Don’t worry I didn’t poison it.”
You groaned, snatching the cup from him. “Thanks.”
“Gonna make myself a BLT sandwich in a bit. If you want one, you better speak up while I’m making it.”
Asshole. See? Nothing different. Same Wooyoung.
He sat down on the couch in the corner, noticeably not that far from you. If he stretched his leg, his foot could touch yours. There was plenty of room for him to sit farther away and yet he didn’t. You tried not to obsess about it, maybe that’s just his favorite spot.
The hushed commercials played in the background as you read some pages for the book on your phone you got into recently about a vampire princess and a member of her nightguard. It was sensual and dangerous, a combination you came to adore.
When your eyes drifted to Wooyoung as you took a sip of water, he wasn’t even paying any mind to the baseball game. He had a pair of silver headphones over his head, staring at his phone. It was then he glanced your way, and you instantly buried yourself back in your book.
Has he been doing that this whole time? Eyeing you when your head was turned? What’s his deal? You took another anxious sip of water.
As you set the cup on the coffee table, you glanced over and caught him flicking his gaze from you back to his phone. This was weird. He looked different today. Softer somehow, the glow from his phone caught the sharp lines of his face and it sent a shiver down your spine.
“I have to pee.” You blurted out, standing straight up before you sped off down the hallway.
When you got to his room, it was so…neat. More organized than you expected. He had a cascade of band posters plastered on the far wall in a circle of sorts. A black and red guitar sat in the corner next to some amps and a weight bench. Some clothes were folded on the bottom of his comforter and there were novels stacked on his bedside table. He liked to read?
The bathroom was spotless, pearly white and squeaky clean. Wow, his space was the total opposite of how you anticipated. This was bad. He’s being somewhat of a gentleman, he took pride in his hygiene and living area. It was all a shock.
Who knew your grungy, obnoxious prick of a neighbor wasn’t who you made him out to be…
After you peed and washed your hands, you left the bathroom and went back into the den. This time you noticed the bass and drum set on the far side of the room. Wooyoung still sat in the same spot.
“Are you in a band?”
He jolted at your voice, apparently forgetting you were there.
“Huh?” He slid his headphones down around his neck.
“A band? You’re in one?” You repeated, pointing to the instruments.
“Oh, yeah. Me and two of my friends, we started a little while ago.” He shifted as you sat back down in your original spot. “Hey, you wanna hear one of our songs?”
It was the first time you’d seen him so enthusiastic about something. It was kind of…cute.
“Sure, of course.”
“It’s only the instrumental. We’ve got lyrics for the chorus but not the full song yet.” Wooyoung muted the TV and played an audio aloud from his phone. “Do you even like rock music?”
“Do I look like I only listen to classical and bubble pop?”
“You color-code your life.”
“Shut up.” The corners of your mouth curled up a little.
As the clash of guitar and drum mixed into a melodic sound, a voice singing like an angel came over the chorus. Your ears perked at the heavenly high pitched tone that sang these emotional lyrics;
Water kisses broken stone,
Carving pieces into home.
You shine bright,
Molten sunlight,
How do I outrun the tide
That carries me to you?
“Who’s that singing?”
“Me,” He said proudly, “we ended up meeting this producer one day at a club event and he gave us a session to record at his studio. It was epic.”
This was insane. You’d always heard this loud guitar playing through the walls from his house and always perceived it as noise, but hearing it woven into a full song and his beautiful singing voice, you realized your assumptions were wrong.
The music slowed before fading into silence. Wooyoung locked eyes with you, his brows lifting expectantly. Neither of you spoke.
“Well?”
“It was…” you paused, “…pretty good.”
“That’s it? Pretty good?”
“What? It was nice.”
“Nice? Oh my god,” he leaned back, rolling his eyes in irritation, “you hate me that much? Can’t even give a guy a compliment?”
“I don’t…hate you.”
“Oh, really?” He bounced across the cushions closer to your side, sitting practically on top of you and touching your knee to his. “How ‘bout now?”
What the fuck was he doing? Why was he doing it? You pressed your thighs together, clutching at your phone and not facing him even though his gaze was stuck on you.
“Still don’t hate you…you’re just not what I pictured.”
“That’s gotta sting a little.”
“I mean…not exactly,” you finally turned your head, “and why do you care what I think anyway? We’re not friends…”
“That’s true…”
It was like word vomit coming up your throat, his magnetic stare peeling back the last of your defenses.
“I loved the song…and your voice was…really beautiful.” Your shoulders squished against his, the temperature growing warmer by the second.
“Thanks.” It felt like the two of you were struggling to talk, like the tension was blocking your vocal cords.
“Don’t you…hate me?” You questioned hesitantly.
“Not in the slightest,” he revealed softly, “I mean, you’re a bit hard to swallow at times, but I like that.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his back handed compliment and he joined in, casually resting his hand on your thigh as you laughed together. A few hours ago you would've been thoroughly repulsed by his touch and slapped his hand away, but now…
Shit, what is happening? Were you into Wooyoung? It all felt so wrong yet so right at the same time. When you looked at him again, Wooyoung wore that big, stupid smile.
“What?”
“If you want to kiss me, you can.”
“Ugh, as if!”
“Stop playing around, princess. I see you looking at me.”
“Oh, the same way you’ve been looking at me?”
He held your gaze for a beat.
“I’m not denying it. Anyone with eyes can see how hot you are.”
“Fuck off.”
“I’m serious.”
He definitely was. Every inch of his expression told you so, but you couldn’t bring yourself to make the first move and kiss him. The knots in your stomach tightened as your lips parted.
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
Wooyoung wasted no time grabbing your face and pulling your lips to his, and it felt electrifying. Your lips moved against his before his tongue slipped past them, rolling gently against yours as he savored the taste of you. Fuck, this was too good.
Your eyes fluttered shut as the sensation ran through you, making your toes curl. When he broke the kiss, your fingers clawed at the front of his shirt as if you were making sure he didn’t move too far away.
“You liked that?”
Even with your eyes partly closed, you could hear the smirk on his face from his tone. Still dizzy, you let out a half laugh.
“Shut up.”
“Want me to do that again?”
You quickly nodded, a bit too eagerly. He placed a finger under your chin, raising your head before he kissed you again. It was a lot slower as he gradually deepened the kiss. His hands traveled to your waist and your body shuddered. Your tongues swirled together and you loved how puffy and soft his lips were, urging you to suck on the lower one.
A sharp groan escaped from his chest as he kissed you harder. It was as though everything you’d both held back had finally rushed to the surface—impatient and hungry.
Somehow you ended up straddling him without your lips ever breaking from his. His hands were all over you—thighs, back, hips, delicately caressing every inch. He was such a good kisser, you had to have been making out some time now.
Your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. When you accidentally tugged a little too hard, a whimpering moan slipped from Wooyoung’s throat into your mouth. It only made the kiss more needy and desperate, as if you could only get oxygen from each other.
This was crazier beyond belief.
Here you were, kissing the boy next door. The one you craved to get away from and now you couldn’t get enough of him.
Mid-kiss, a realization came over you. Wooyoung doesn’t live alone and his brother would probably make an appearance when you least expected. You broke the kiss and confusion wrinkled his face.
“What time is your brother getting home?”
“Huh? I don’t know.” He muttered, attempting to latch his lips back to yours but you pressed a hand against his chest to hold him back.
“Seriously, Wooyoung. What time?”
“Late.”
“Wooyoung!”
“I really don’t know, like later tonight. Don’t worry about it.”
His lips found their way to your collarbone, kissing and sucking their way up your throat. He was fucking relentless and it felt too good to stop him even though you tried to push on his shoulders with weak effort.
“Wooyoung…” You cooed for his attention, but he never slowed down or backed off a little. The bulge straining against his jeans brushed along your inner thigh and you knew nothing would get him to focus now.
“What if…your brother comes down here?”
Your eyes flicked to the steps as Wooyoung chuckled lightly along your skin.
“Believe me, he’s not coming down here. He never does. The only time he comes down here is if I borrowed something from him and forgot to give it back, or if I tell him I’ve got friends over,” he added reassuringly.
“He doesn’t know you’re here, so he isn’t gonna snoop.”
“Friends, huh? Like other girls?”
“Jealous already? Aww, that’s cute.” He pulled your hips down and ran his hands beneath the hem of your skirt, cupping your ass in his palms.
He gave your ass a hard smack and you yelped at the stinging contact. Wooyoung snorted at your reaction and you shoved him in the chest as payback.
“Now I’m leaving.”
“Oh, c‘mon don’t be like that. Y/N, I promise we’re fine.”
Despite your hesitation, you trusted him—something you never thought would happen in a million years. You latched your lips to his and he completely melted into you, drawing you closer to his body.
“But—” you interjected, tearing from him again. Wooyoung sucked his teeth and his arms fell to his sides, sulking like a puppy.
“Babe, you’re killing me.”
“I just wanted to say that we’re not having sex…not yet anyway.”
“Okay…noted. Should we schedule it? Let me get my planner.”
“Omg, shut up,” you playfully punched him in the arm, ignoring his cheesy smile.
“I just don’t want it to happen too fast and then we—”
“Hey,” he rasped, pinching your chin in his fingers, tilting your head up and pinning your focus to him, “you don’t have to explain. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with, whenever that may be.”
First, he teases you, then he shoots you with Cupid’s arrow.
Who was this guy?
Certainly not the neighbor you’ve been mortal enemies with.
His softened expression and heartfelt sentiment almost made you drop the boundary right then and there, but you held your ground. Desire was knocking, and you knew you wanted to do more than kiss him. The fact that Wooyoung wasn’t pressuring you to go any further made you swoon. His patience and tenderness were unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was…refreshing.
“Besides, it’s not like I haven’t been waiting.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“When you moved in with your aunt, I saw you and you gave me the cold shoulder…but I still saw you.”
Fuck. This guy has been wanting to make a move on you this entire time? Your head spun, swallowing his words harshly. If you had stopped being a stuck-up priss, this could’ve all been resolved a long time ago.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like the chase.”
God, you had to eat your earlier words. Wooyoung was, in fact, incredibly charming.
You lowered your face and kissed him, rubbing your hands along his neck. Wooyoung clutched handfuls of your thighs in his hands, squeezing your flesh between his digits. Heat built between your legs as you rutted your hips back and forth over his crotch.
The room filled with the sound of your shared whimpers.
It felt all too familiar and secure, like you were always destined to wind up here—in his house, on his lap, and kissing without an end in sight. Every nerve in your body was on fire from his possessive touch and delicious lips, blood buzzing in your ears.
Wooyoung’s lips moved lithely against yours, sucking and nipping your lips, devouring you as his bruising grip roamed behind you again, fisting your ass roughly.
Wetness leaked from your core, spreading between your folds and dampening the front of your panties as you unconsciously dry humped him. His erection twitched underneath the denim at the stimulation, poking your cunt at the perfect angle for you to thrust against.
“Fuck…” Wooyoung cursed into the kiss before his head tipped back, “…babe, you’re making it impossible to have restraint.”
How is it that you’d written him off so quickly without a second thought? This pretty boy with the pretty voice who was intoxicated by you. Every word he spoke gave him away.
Flattered by his eagerness, you hummed in amusement. Your mouth ghosted across to the corner of his lips, down his jaw to his ear, leaving tiny kisses in your wake. An affectionate lick to the earlobe and Wooyoung was like jelly in your hands.
“Maybe…” you breathed as your hand slid down his chest to the hem of your skirt, fingers fidgeting between your bodies until they curled around his belt buckle, “…we can find other ways…to satisfy each other?”
“What’d you…have in mind…princess?”
His hoarse voice gave you the sense that you had found one of his sweetest weak spots with your teeth, his body unraveling by the second as you sucked on his earlobe.
You sat up before reaching for his arm, briefly admiring the rose and thorn details on his tattoo. He watched you guide his hand to your inner thigh, bucking your hips into his ring-clad knuckles.
‘Oh,’ he mouthed silently, running the pads of his fingers over the soaked fabric. Before he could react, you were unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Wooyoung snatched your wrist and you looked up at his face, puzzled by his reluctance.
“You don’t…you don’t have to do that.”
The gesture was sweet. Clearly he didn’t want you to feel like you had to do anything to appease him, and it only made your decision feel that much more certain.
“I want to, Wooyoung,” you replied kindly and he removed his hold on your arm, “unless you don’t want me to—”
“No, I definitely want you to,” he interrupted, cutting you off without a second thought. His enthusiasm left you a tad flustered. You looked at him, tracing the contours of his face. You never realized how lovely his eyes were before. They sparkled beneath the light, their slight asymmetry only making them more captivating.
As you tugged on the front of his pants, Wooyoung crushed his lips to yours, his cock springing free from its confines.
A gasp caught between your lips as you wrapped your hand around him. He was fairly…big. Bigger than what you expected. What he lacked in inches, he made up for in girth—you could barely loop your fingers fully around him.
“Thick like a coke can.” A coy grin appeared on his face.
Did he just read your mind?
“Just the most repeated comment I hear.”
“Likely story.”
“It’s true though, huh?”
You didn’t want to inflate his ego anymore, but your bashful smile certainly gave you away. Instead, your hand drifted along his shaft, and he quivered beneath your touch, swallowing hard. As you lowered your head, a wad of saliva drooled out of your mouth onto the swollen tip, mixing with the precum leaking out.
A quiet growl rumbled in his chest as you leisurely pumped him in your fist, your gut clenching from the vibrations. The veins running down his length flexed between your dainty fingers, and a strangled noise came out of Wooyoung as you picked up a steady pace.
“F-Fuck…” He stuttered, eyes heavy and dark.
He was hard—unbelievably, rock-fucking hard—twitching his hips helplessly, grasping for every ounce of the slick friction you delivered. Wooyoung shoved his hand further between your legs, sliding your underwear to the side and running his fingers between your soaked folds.
“God, you’re so wet.”
A choked moan escaped you as Wooyoung circled your aching clit, the pressure gathering in a knot lower in your belly. Your grip on him faltered as your concentration slipped, but you shook it off.
Wooyoung, however, had other plans.
He drove a finger deep into your core, hooking into your spongy walls until the sensation overwhelmed you. Cursing his name, you blinked away the searing pleasure blinding your vision. He added another finger for good measure, his rings pressing into your juicy flesh.
“S-Shit!” You cried out as his digits stretched you open.
Motherfucker.
Your dripping cunt pulsed around his fingers as he pumped in and out of you. Unable to resist, you rolled your hips into his hand, surrendering to the sweet bliss he brought you. How were you supposed to make him cum if he kept making your body tremble and your head spin?
“Does this feel good, baby?”
“Mmm…” You mewled, not registering a word he said.
How was he so good at that? He knew exactly how to put you in a drunken haze. His fingers scissored inside you with practiced ease while his thumb teased your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was exhilarating, the delicious burn wrecking you beyond repair.
He had the advantage, and judging by the smug smile tugging at his lips, he knew it.
“You look so pretty riding my fingers, princess.”
Ugh, that damn nickname. He was getting off on ruining you, breath hitching in your throat as your hand splayed across his chest, attempting to ground yourself. Wooyoung relished the sight of your head bowing forward, shaking as you babbled incoherently.
Fuck this.
All at once, you regained composure. One hand seized his throat. The other found the perfect rhythm, stroking him with raw, merciless pressure.
If you were gonna fall apart, so would he.
Wooyoung’s eyelids fluttered as his lips parted. That was more like it. His chest heaved and his fingers calmed inside your heat. You could feel his gut clenching from the fiery stimulation, signaling yet another kink of his—choking.
He was coming undone inch by inch whenever you put more weight against his windpipe, your fingers contracting around him as you braced his stiff erection.
“Oh, my g—fuck!” He gasped, gaining strength in his hand before continuing to finger your insides ruthlessly, bringing you right back to the edge.
He used his free hand to hike your skirt a little higher, giving you both a better view. Wooyoung hissed through his teeth as your nails dug into his skin, leaving small crescent-shaped marks. You were on the verge of collapse, your hold on him loosening while keeping a decent tempo.
Massaging him in your palm, your thumb swept along the underside of his cock and played with his perineum that was just below the tip. Wooyoung’s whole body jolted, a harsh yell of pleasure rushing out of him as he forcefully gripped your wrist, like he was ignited by flames coursing through him.
“Babe…if you keep that up, I’m gonna cum.”
His face was cherry red, his expression completely deadpan. The warning was genuine, his eyes pleading with you not to make him explode just yet. It was adorable, and a small laugh slipped out.
“What? I just wanted you to cum first.”
“My knight and shining armor,” he rolled his eyes and you kissed him for his chivalry, “how about we cum together, then?”
Your words sent a piercing chill down his back, and he kissed you breathlessly in response. He gave you an abrupt nod, quivering beneath you. His fingers thrust in sync with your strokes, taking each other to the edge simultaneously. As you smoothed over the frenulum, Wooyoung panted, throwing his head back.
“Fuck…fuck…I’m gonna…cum,” he murmured.
Your foreheads pressed together, breathing heavily into each other’s mouth, and it didn’t take long for you both to dissolve. Stars sparkled behind your eyes as your face fell into the crease of his neck, your orgasm splintering through you like a rocket.
At the same time, Wooyoung stilled as his release washed over him. His cock throbbed, spurting hot cum practically everywhere—across his stomach, his jeans, your arm, and your skirt. Just a mess, but you could barely care with your cunt pulsing around his hand, arousal trickling down his fingers.
Holy fuck…what the hell was that?
The white haze clouding your vision faded as your inner goddess came down from the high, and reality began to hit.
You did hate Wooyoung for making you feel this…good.
There was no way to fake the attraction, no way to fake the need for him, or act like this didn’t happen. But what if he could?
Neither of you said a word or moved for a while.
Until you finally caught your breath and sat up, avoiding his gaze.
“You got my skirt dirty.”
“Sorry, baby. I’ll get you a new one.”
Eventually, your attention found him again. His eyes were still full of lust. At least for tonight, you knew he was captivated by you. Somewhere deep down, though, you wondered how long it would last. So you’d enjoy right now with the boy next door who had you hooked like a fish.
“Hey, earth to y/n,” Wooyoung called, cupping your cheek and pulling your face to his, kissing you passionately.
He tasted like ice water on a hot day. You could sit here and kiss him forever, and maybe it was your inner goddess talking, but Wooyoung surprised you. He was different from the picture in your head. Between the books, music, and his caring demeanor, you were absolutely fucked.
“Let me get you some sweatpants and I can…clean up our mess.”
“You made more of a mess than me.”
“Wanna bet?”
He flashed you his hand, glistening and coated with your juices as he smiled, a squeaky laugh bursting out of him. You turned your head, hiding your amusement but he saw right through it, laughing harder as he grabbed your waist, nesting his lips to your ear.
“And I loved every second of it,” he purred, planting a kiss on your throat, “c’mon.”
You followed behind him as you walked to his bedroom. Wooyoung shuffled through his drawers and tossed a pair of black sweatpants on the bed. Stripping out of your skirt and panties, you put them on and noticed him sneaking glances in your direction.
“Did you want a t-shirt too?”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. So you’re comfortable?”
“…You don’t want me to leave now?”
“What?” Wooyoung marched over to you, staring silently. He appeared a bit…hurt? “Do you wanna leave?”
“No.”
“Then don’t,” he grinned and went back over to his dresser, “shirt?”
“Uh, sure.”
He tossed you a red band t-shirt, for Pierce the Veil—classic.
“I’ll meet you back out there, gonna shower real quick.” He said, slipping his shirt over his head, allowing you to see the other tattoos he had on his ribs and on his upper back as he strolled into the bathroom.
The water turned on but you didn’t leave. You sat on his bed and took the book from the top of the stack, reading the summary on the back. It was a romance horror novel about a vampire lord and a human maid. How were the two of you so similar?
You only got through about four pages when a fog of steam flowed from the bathroom door as it opened, and Wooyoung stepped out with a towel wrapped around his slim waist, hair dripping wet.
God, he was unfairly attractive.
“I’ll let you borrow it when I'm finished.”
That’s when you see his bookmark sticking out of the top of pages somewhere around the middle.
“You better, I want to know where this is going.”
“Two words: bloody sex.”
Such a boy's remark. You scoffed and set the book back down with the rest, eyes glazing over Wooyoung as the towel dropped to his feet. Spit collected over your tongue while he dressed, nearly drooling as your eyes scanned up his chiseled legs to his sizable package (even flaccid), up his hip line to his stern shoulder blades.
He put on a pair of boxer briefs followed by a pair of gray sweatpants that were cut into shorts with white flowers on them and a plain black cropped t-shirt.
“You checking me out, princess?”
“Maybe…” you replied, earning a pleased hum from him as he circled the bed and stood between your legs.
Placing his hands on either side of you against the mattress, he leaned down and kissed you gently. His kisses were so warm and graceful, sending electricity down to your toes. You would never tire of this.
Wooyoung unclasped your hands in your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours before yanking you to your feet and leading you back out to the den. He guided you to his seat in the corner and you sat down next to him, still holding hands as he unmuted the TV.
“Do you like horror movies?” He asked.
“Absolutely.”
“Excellent. Squeamish people are boring.”
His comment made you giggle in approval, honored to find another thing in common with him. Wooyoung made light work of untangling your fingers and curled his arm around your neck, causing you to lean against his side.
The movie title—House of Wax—rose across the screen.
A favorite film of yours, but how’d he know?
Maybe it was one of his favorites too.
You relaxed your head against his chest, mindlessly twirling your fingers with his over your shoulder. You’re not sure when you fell asleep but you knew you were in his arms, occasionally hearing his light snores.
Someone needed to give you a crash course on how to not fall head over heels for your next-door neighbor, but it seemed that you were too far gone anyway…
Toshinori x Vigilante! The Reader(has metal wings that double as blades)is a hero that dropped out of UA and went on to fight crime on her own(which is illegal without a heroes license). All Might is impressed by her heroic acts, but is ordered to take her into custody. It’s a game of cat and mouse with the reader flirting and Toshinori being flustered and irritated. During their chases he goes over his limit and ends up revealing his true form.(the reader still thinks he’s a stud muffin lol)
This is over 1k words omg. It’s the longest piece I’ve written for this blog. But I mean it better be after how long it’s taken me to write, but boy does it feel good to have finally done it! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و
Anyway, there’s not a lot of flirting or flustered Toshinori, but I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. Under a read more so it doesn’t get too long.
—Mod Hitoshi
On several previous occasions, you’d been cornered by some fledgling hero trying to take you down. Ever since your vigilante career became front-page news, your capture also became a key for those desperate enough to earn a place among the top. But unlike those times, this time it was the number one hero standing before you—All Might.
His broad frame, in all its splendor, blocked your escape route. Had it been anyone else you’d have been able to get past them with your clever maneuvers, but this was the Symbol of Peace. The hero beloved and admired by all. Nothing got past him.
As you debated how to go about it, he spoke, breaking the minimal concentration you already had. His frame alone was enough to intimidate anyone, but the confidence he oozed… That confidence had the power to bring anyone to their knees. In more ways than one too. Who could honestly blame you for having one or two indecent thoughts when in front of All Might? The man was more than the Symbol of Peace in some groups.
“Don’t even think about it, vigilante. There is no way out of this.” His voice reverberated through the small alley you were trapped in. Perhaps admitting it sent chills down your back would have left him dumbfounded long enough to sneak away, but you ignored the notion.
“You know, I was feeling rather proud about having the number one hero sent after me, but you don’t even know my name. I’m kind of offended now. I may be breaking the rules, but I’m still doing good deeds. I’m not some back alley crook.”
“Regardless of your actions, you are still breaking the law, and that is why I am here. You seem to be excellent at evading capture. My colleagues and juniors have expressed their exasperation on the matter. But you won’t escape from me.”
“Oh? Does that mean I might get the chance to be within those big strong arms of yours?” You offered a teasing smile and even threw in a wink to see if you got a reaction out of him. “But I do have to say before you give me more credit than I deserve. The problem with your colleagues isn’t that I’m necessarily good, but they’re amateurs.”
The response to your jab at his comrades was delayed by a millisecond, but you still caught it. A smirk pulled at your lips as you realized your flirtatious comment had actually affected him.
“I will not have you insult the hard work of my colleagues.”
“Surely it doesn’t classify as an insult if it’s the truth?”
Noticing how he gritted his teeth at your comment, you changed the subject.
“Okay, okay. There’s only one way to settle this matter. Care to put it to the test?” You cocked an eyebrow. “Say I manage to evade my capture for today, then I’ll retract my previous comment about them being amateurs. But, if I am trapped before the day is over, they’re as incompetent as they come.”
“I will not agree to such nonsense. Besides, as I’ve already mentioned, you cannot run. There is no escape!”
“I beg to differ.” Your huge metal wings finally made an appearance. “You seem to have forgotten I have my own form of transportation.” Pulling them as far back as you could, you created a strong gust of wind. Quickly taking advantage of the diversion and force it’d provided, you pushed off from the ground. “I know there’s a lot of wind and only one way to look, but no taking a peek up my skirt alright.”
As he struggled to simultaneously keep an eye on you and avoid catching a glimpse of what was under your supposed skirt (and keep from getting flustered), you took off at full speed. It wasn’t until you’d managed to disappear over one of the buildings that it finally clicked—you weren’t wearing a skirt. Within a second of that realization, All Might took to the air as well.
Apart from stamina, there was only one main drawback to your quirk. The quick motion of your wings created a loud whistling sound that could be tracked—them being metal and all—but once you got some distance between All Might and yourself, you’d slow down and go by foot. You’d be more inconspicuous that way.
That didn’t end up being an option though, as All Might was hot on your trail. It was easy to forget just how quick the man was. Despite that, you managed to stay ahead by cutting corners every other street and throwing the occasional flirtatious comment. The way his cheeks were suffused with color each time fueled your teasing even further.
This went on for quite a while, causing a noticeable decrease in both of your speeds. While yours was clearly related to the weight of your wings and lack of stamina, you couldn’t figure out why All Might was struggling to keep up. Before the game of cat and mouse had even begun, you were sure you’d be apprehended when it turned into a test of endurance. Yet here you were, with escape still within your sweet grasp and the Symbol of Peace falling behind with every corner you turned.
Not wanting to lose this opportunity you’d finally received to meet All Might, someone you admittedly aspired to be, just not restricted by those bothersome laws he was so fond of, you decided to return to the ground. The rooftop of a building to be exact. You were happy to see he followed suit. I mean, he was trying to catch you after all.
“Look,” you began, not noticing the sudden smoke emitting from his body. “I have no intention of being caught and going to prison for actually doing the right thing. Whether I follow the rules shouldn’t matter, honestly, that’s a load of bull, but I digress. The reason I came down here is that I want to have an honest chat with you about a few things.”
Oddly still oblivious to the cloud of smoke now surrounding the man, you sighed before turning to look at him. To your big surprise, All Might was no longer standing there, he’d been replaced with a skeletal man.
“Who are you?” The sudden change had you looking around like a lost child searching for their parents.
“This was not supposed to happen.”
Eyes wide at the realization, who wouldn’t recognize that voice, you stared at All Might in his true form.
“Is… is this your true form?” You knew you were witnessing something special, but you couldn’t help your nature. “Aren’t you still Mr. Tall, Dark and, Handsome.”
“I- Y-you… what?”
Biting your lip to keep from laughing at his reaction, you extended out your hand.
“Let’s make a deal. If I get a free pass from you from here on out, I won’t say a word.”
“That is-”
“Unacceptable? Blackmail? Perhaps, but what’s a girl to do? I don’t want to go to prison. But believe me, I have no intention of divulging your secret, I just want an excuse to keep seeing you in the future. Come on, it’ll be our little secret.” You threw in a wink in hopes of bettering your chances.
Sadly you didn’t get your answer for a helicopter, probably a newscast one could be heard approaching your position. Not wanting his secret to come out in such a way, specifically, it being your fault, you took the opening offered by his momentary panic and jumped off the edge of the building. Not before giving him one last wink, accompanied by a smile and wave.
“Next time!” You shouted over your shoulder as you began flapping your wings. The words were barely heard over the helicopter’s propellers, but that was fine, seeing as they were solely aimed at the man now hiding behind some turbine vents.
May I please have an American reader who tries to win over Tokoyami by emulating the biggest goth icon they know, Morticia Addams? The bird boy is shook™ when he sees them but then it turns out that though he greatly appreciates the effort, he much prefers them as their natural self and that they don't have to live up to his aesthetic.
This request is so adorably original!! I’ll be honest, I don’t know much about Morticia despite hearing about her all the time, so I hope I did her justice here…
Type: oneshotWarning: a lot of laughter and second-hand embarrassment ahead… probably; also, my lackluster rendition of Morticia because I’m unculturedWord count: 745
– Mod Katsuki
“Tokoyami-san! I mean… Tokoyami, cher (dear).”
Said boy looked up from his book, recognizing your voice immediately but curious as to your… newfound way of speaking. What he didn’t expect was seeing you languidly yet seductively strut towards him, your hips swaying under a jet black corset as a low-cut silk black dress hung from your body. Your hair was parted down the middle, framing your face and accentuating your cheekbones, and your lips were colored a deep wine red.
Needless to say, Fumikage was utterly shocked, though he was experienced in keeping his emotions under wraps. He immediately knew who you were trying to resemble, and honestly, he was slightly gladly you didn’t cover your face in baking powder to emulate Morticia’s famous pale skin. It’d be a shame to hide your beauty, after all.
“Cher, I was looking everywhere for you,” you mused and stood tall before him.
Fumikage internally chuckled at how low you were trying to make your voice go. A hint of a smile was playing on your lips, though you were trying your hardest to suppress it. Gotta stay in character…
“Is that so, [Name]? Why is that?”
You fumbled to find your words and convey them in the alluring way Morticia does, much less remember the bits of French you studied last night precisely for this moment. You mentally cursed yourself for not studying more.
When you didn’t respond, he took this as an opportunity to fluster you more, amused by your newfound “hobby”. Perhaps you were going through one of those teenage phases?
“Can I ask why you’re dressed like that? You remind me of Morticia Addams…”
You jumped on this topic, glad that he noticed. “Précisément, mon cher (precisely, my dear). I simply wanted to try something new, c’est tout (that’s all).”
You held your head high in fake confidence, though Fumikage could tell how uncomfortable you were in your black heels and tight corset. The low-cut dress seemed to be embarrassing you too…
He wasn’t a fool. The blush on your cheeks and the way you averted your eyes, unable to maintain eye contact with him for long, spoke volumes. Perhaps you liked him?
“I see. This is quite sudden, is it perhaps… for me?”
You nearly toppled over your heels, immediately rambling and mumbling for an appropriate answer. What would Morticia say?! Maybe this was a bad idea after all…
Fumikage only chuckled and shook his head in amusement. “You don’t have to change yourself just to capture my attention, [Name]. You’re perfect as is.”
A mere two seconds passed before he realized what he just insinuated. If birds could blush, he’d be a tomato; but, luckily they can’t and even if they could, their feathers would hide it. So from your perspective, he just cooly admitted to liking you. In reality, his mind was reeling and preparing itself for rejection. Perhaps he read too much into your actions…
You excitedly gasped and clasped your hands together, subconsciously leaning closer to the boy. Suffice to say, the low-cut of your dress was somewhat distracting, though you didn’t seem to notice. “Does that mean you like me!?”
Fumikage only blinked, unsure of how to respond. His lack of response immediately made you realize that not only were you making a fool of yourself, you also blew your cool, goth-icon cover! Morticia would be ashamed. You scrambled to collect your composure by straightening yourself and cooly brushing imaginary dust off the skirt of your dress.
“I-I mean…”
Fumikage couldn’t hold in his laughter, and within seconds he nearly had tears in his eyes from the enjoyment. He took this chance to play his (unbeknownst) embarrassment off, regaining his own composure quite quickly.
“See, my dove? You’re perfect just the way you are. Please don’t hide yourself behind a mask – I like you as is.”
Your mind was dizzy from the newfound nickname he’d given you: dove. You’re his dove. You nearly swooned right there.
“A-alright!,” you sheepishly grinned and nervously scratched your cheek. “I guess that means I can finally take off this corset huh…”
“Please do, surely that’s uncomfortable.”
You quickly nodded in agreement, though before you could make a move to leave, he gently grabbed your wrist.
“How about we take a stroll in the park after you change?”
This day really couldn’t get any better. Morticia is truly an icon to us all, helping us get even the most recluse of goth boys.
Can I get a scenario with Kirishima and a normally energetic and kind fem S/O who is still dealing with the fallout of a toxic relationship (like constantly tried to undermine her confidence, drained her emotionally to the point of self-destruction, stalking/possessive traits, etc)? Sorry for the bummer of a scenario, but I kind of need it with my life. Thank you! 💕
Warning: mentions of emotional abuseWord count: 966
Ah I’ve gotten so many abuse/comfort requests lately. I’m glad you guys like my writing so much that you find it soothing! ｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡
To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure how to write this one - I hope what I wrote is okay with you anon! This also turned into a oneshot rather than a scenario… (´-﹏-`；)
Since I listened to it nonstop while writing, the song for this fic is Billie Eilish (ft. Khalid) - lovely. Feel free to listen as you read.
– Mod Katsuki
Eijiro seemed as chipper as he usually was, but his mind was a nervous wreck.
He noticed. You thought he wouldn’t, but he did. He noticed the way you withdrew from his touch, the way you looked so utterly drained, the way you averted his eyes and stepped back when he got too close. He noticed the skin on your fingers, mercilessly frayed or peeled back when you got nervous. He noticed how tender the corners of your eyes looked and how much makeup you’d started using to hide the bags right under. And every single time you talked to him, he noticed the frightened stutter in your unusually meek voice and the way your eyes glossed over as if holding back tears.
But what hurt the most was how you acted like everything was okay. He knew in his core that something was wrong, but you refused to confide in him and it tore him apart. Did he hurt you somehow? Was he a bad boyfriend?
None of that mattered nearly as much as one question though - how could he help?
He had no idea and it was quickly eating away at his sanity. He just wants to see you happy again, but all he can do is pretend everything’s fine.
But tonight was different.
When he saw you holed up in your dorm room for the past few days, withdrawing from everyone in general, he knew he had to do something soon. Originally he’d planned to stay in with you and watch movies or cuddle, but when he tried to open your door, it wouldn’t budge. He instantly panicked, not putting it past you to hurt yourself considering how odd you’ve been acting recently.
He knocked once. “Hey babe? Are you there?” No answer. Another knock, to no avail.
His knocks became more frantic. Eijiro felt like his world was crashing down, and your lack of response was the breaking point. “Babe? [Name]?? P-please, open up for me.”
You looked up from your reverie, your heart aching upon hearing his broken voice. You hoped he would just leave you alone, you wanted to deal with your demons yourself. Eijiro had no part in your past relationship, there’s no use involving him now. You’d get over it yourself.
“P-please, [Name]. I’ve been worried sick, please… please lean on me.”
A sob tore past your sore throat.
You knew better. The chirpy redhead wasn’t the brightest at school, but he’s a natural people person. There’s no way he wouldn’t notice, and in a way you felt a bit relieved by that fact. They were your demons, yes, but he was your angel.
Eijiro nearly toppled onto you when you opened the door. He instantly fell to his knees and hugged your waist, burying his forehead in your thigh as hot tears spilled onto your foot - he simply didn’t have the energy to hold them in anymore. Days of worrying, pretending, and chasing after you had ruined him.
“Please, please tell me what’s wrong. Please… rely on me.”
Your cheerful Eijiro… begging on his knees just so he could be let into your heart. It certainly didn’t help the emotions you’ve been feeling recently, but it was a wake call nonetheless.
“… I’m sorry Eijiro. I should’ve told you sooner.” He felt like he hadn’t heard your voice – truly heard your voice – in weeks. There was no hesitation or trepidation in your tone for once, and as your gentle hands explored his hair, he felt his nerves start to unravel.
“Y-yeah…”, he weakly nodded. You eyed the ceiling in defeat and sighed. Sinking to your knees, you rest his head on your chest. He didn’t protest; instead, he gladly wrapped his muscular arms around your frail body, basking in the sound of your heartbeat resounding in his ear. The tension that had built in your body slowly seeped away at his touch. You felt so… protected. How long has it been since you’ve felt that way, since you’ve felt this close to him? It may have only been a few weeks, but it felt like you’d been drowning without your anchor. Your Eijiro.
“I’m sorry, Eiji,” you started, intending to console him, but your voice broke and finally shattered under the weight of your emotions. “I-I’m so s-sorry, Eijiro.”
His gaze softened, but the tears didn’t stop. “No. I’m sorry… I… I should have been there for you sooner. I still don’t know what’s going on,” his ruby eyes met yours, and you finally noticed the bags under his eyes. Still, his calloused hands gently cupped your cheek and made you look at him. “I just know I’m a horrible boyf–”
“Don’t… please don’t finish that sentence Eijiro. You’re far for the worst, and I would know.”
“O-oh. Can… can you tell me what happened then? Please?”
Your lips trembled.
“Only if you want to though…,” he added with a sigh. He didn’t want to rush you, but this was killing him inside.
“Okay.”
Eijiro gaped at your willingness, but quickly grinned. “Thank you, [Name]. Whatever it is, I swear I’ll help you through it! I’m your hero, remember?”
He wiped the tears from your tired eyes before eagerly adding, “I’m your hero, so let me save you.”
Your heart warmed at seeing your sunshine shine brighter than ever. “…Thank you, Ejiro.”
“Babe, don’t thank me. I’d do anything to see you happy.”
For the first time in days, you smiled. His grin reached his eyes, but his eyebrows soon knitted together. He cupped your cheek again, and this time you gladly leaned into his touch.
“I love you. I really, truly mean that.”
Closing your eyes, you nuzzled into the warmth of his hand. You missed this. “I love you too, Eiji.”
