Helro it's like 3am but anyways I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING IT'S SO CUTE AND FLUFFY silly too I love it.
I wanted to request a hc of making out with the Phantom Busters boys! Including my gosh Ichimiya if you don't mind.. Thank you! ❤❤
Making out w/ phantom busters boys
Note: I’m surprised how many people like those honestly I had to do a lot with all the fandom I write for lslsls not that I mind tho, here you go !!
You're so cute too aaa i never rhought i was funnt slsls thank you for asking <3 cw: semi-public for ichimiya
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If Mogari has only one weakness, which is not the case but for the sake of this little drabble he will, it must be to see you in a skirt. It has a certain effect on him, it doesn’t matter the length or the cut – it just suits you really well in his eyes. So even if you come by quickly, giving him back the notebook he forgot at school before your dance lesson, he can’t help it but kiss you a few more times than your schedule allows you.
“I really have to go,” you tried, pushing his chest slightly but his grip on your waist is firm, keeping you close.
It feels like he hasn’t seen you in ages when it’s literally been three hours but he can’t help it – he can’t be like that in school, so he enjoys it every time you come around his place.
“5 minutes,” he asked between two kisses, gasping for air before diving in again.
“You never respect that,” you whined when he barely let you talk before kissing you harder.
Your back is pushed on the door and the closer he gets to you, the hotter you feel. He’s too good at it, driving you crazy as he kisses you more and more. You want to abandon practice almost every time just to stay in his arms as he takes care of you. You're melting under his touch, so soft yet firm on your body.
He’s careful, he never hurts you but sometimes you just want him to, wondering what could be like. He loves you too much for that though, enough to almost eat you alive, to beg you to stay every time like he needs to feel your skin on his breath. Pulling you impossibly closer, you gasped at the strength he uses to hold you against his body. His tongue brushes on your lips, waiting for more and he’s so sure of himself that you’re gonna stay with him this time – it breaks your heart to shake your head. He looks at you with sad puppy eyes for a second when you pull away and cover his mouth with your hand.
“I have to go now,” your voice barely above a whisper. But he starts kissing your hand, puppy eyes long forgotten and trying to convince you to stay. Yet you shake your hand, trying to not look at him for too long. “I’ll come back after it, ok ?”
He’s about to faint, your voice is so soft, you seem so vulnerable that he wants to eat you alive. But he’s ready to wait for it. He nods, kissing you one last time before letting you.
Eugene is easy to mess with. He doesn’t miss the way you peek at his collarbone the few seconds it’s visible when he moves around. He has to call you out when you’re more focused on his lips than what he’s actually saying when he’s trying to explain something to you.
Or at least he let you think that it’s easy. But he’s quick to leave studying aside if you can’t focus on it and play your game instead. You’re shocked the first time you catch him peeking at your chest before he smiles innocently at you, leaving you flustered and stuttering at the next question. He looks at you from head to toe like he’s about to eat you alive and you genuinely don’t know how to react. You flinch when he pulls hair off your face to place it behind your ear – leaving him a better access to talk to your ear.
“Hard time to focus it seems ?” he asked rhetorically while kissing below your ear.
You hold back a squeal, staring at him with warning eyes but it doesn’t seem to alter him ; you can tell in his eyes he doesn’t care. And if you weren’t sure, he’s quick to grab your jaw and pull you in a kiss to be sure you understood where this was going. He takes a second to take off his glasses and leave them on the bed before pulling you in a kiss again. He doesn’t have much to do before you sighed in the kiss : pulling you closer, letting his hand wander around your waist until your shirt barely shows some skin but he doesn’t miss it. His other hand cradles your face as he deepens the kiss, almost nipping at your lips just to hear you whine at the slight pain.
“Too much for you ?” he coo, deliberately pushing the line as his fingers draw circles on the skin of your waist. You narrow your eyes at him, making him smirk.
“Shut it.” You don’t leave any room for him to answer that you’re kissing him again, putting yourself up on your knees so he has to turn his head up to kiss you. His lips are so soft on yours, you never want him to stop. It works magic on you, he could honestly ask you anything at the moment you’d say yes without hesitation.
Your chest’s dangerously closer to his face and you hope you can give him a test of his own teasing when you bring his hand back down when it brushes his fingers right below it. You catch him frowning as you break the kiss but tilt his chin up – you’re still out of reach and a sour chuckle leaves his lips. His cheek cuddles up in your hand while he looks up to you, playing along with your stupid game.
“You don’t want me anymore ?” His voice, so soft, yet so teasing it twists your stomach before you dive in for another open mouth kiss he gladly accepts. Feeling your body weight against his is delightful, he’s getting drunk on it and never wants to sober up. He wants you to sit on his knees, your shirt gone and to take his time kissing your skin. The knock on his door tells him otherwise.
The next second you're sitting right back next to him, fixing your shirt and his glasses are back on his nose before his friends walk inside his room, big smiles on their faces while Eugene is still a little bitter.
Kaoru should’ve known better than to let you “try” what they were doing in your fic regarding what you like to read. Or maybe his brain put that away willingly, knowing where that would lead him. Within a second, his phone was swapped away from his hand and tossed on the bed where he couldn’t find it and his back hit the mattress kindly.
Crawling on top of him, you can’t help it but cradle his face, particularly below his eyes with one hand before kissing him. It’s soft, you’re not sure where you’re going but you’re enjoying every step. He can’t forget the tenderness in your eyes when you look down at him, he doesn’t know how to deal with it. His heart is beating so fast, he has a hard time breathing – but it tastes so good, like cherry and he never wants it to stop. He’s feeling hot, he doesn’t know where to put his hands but on all the gods he wants you closer.
His hands cup your face, pulling you closer until you bend and lay on your elbow – mostly on him, with the majority of your weight but that’s exactly what he wants. He doesn’t get hungrier though, he likes it softly like this. When he feels your arms start shaking a little, he’s quick to grab your waist and pull himself up so you can sit on his lap instead.
He looks you in the eyes for a second, admiring the soft, red blush on your face. He smiles to himself. He loves you so much. His nose rubbed into yours as you were going into another kiss, taking you by surprise but you giggled at the gentleness. Your hands find his hair, going through it a little before kissing him again. On the other hand, he finally leaves his hands on your body, wandering around your waist – too shy to go anywhere else. He grabs your skin below your shirt when he feels like it, not expecting you to gasp the first time he touches a little lower than your waist.
It is too much for him, you on him, your warmth is making him dizzy and soon, he pulls away from you with puppy eyes telling you to stop. You don’t push, obviously, instead you rubbed your nose on his again and left one last peck on his lips.
“You’ve seen what you wanted ?” he asked, a red hue on his cheeks. You giggle.
“More than I could ask for.”
Tamon’s taken by surprise when you pull on his collar to kiss him. It took him a second to kiss you back, forgetting about his guitar pressed against his ribs to the point it hurts. He’s been practicing for hours now so he’s not that surprised for you to ask for attention, it’s simply rarely this intense.
Putting his guitar away to let space for you on his lap, you don’t waste a second to get there and sit close to him. Your hands cradling his face but never breaking the kiss, while his strong arms hold you gently. It felt like you haven’t kissed him in days and you had this urge to be close to him. Leaving a few kisses on his lips, you then rested your head on his shoulders, enjoying the heat radiating from his body like a cat. You were content with the attention you received and felt much better now.
It was his time to ask for a bit more in the end. With your neck exposed like that, he couldn’t help it but kiss the soft skin there, making you giggle as it tickles. A smile spread on his lips at the sweet melody before he got carried away and wandered down to your shoulder, pushing away your shirt when it got in the way.
A whine left your lips when he bit slightly the thin skin near the bones but he looked at you so innocently you let it slide, grabbing his face to kiss him again instead – trying to make him forget about your now exposed skin. It was a hard task, once he had his eyes on it, he tended to kiss it up and down, getting you all worked up as his hands wander from your waist to your legs. You gasped when he grabbed on it hard, almost making you squeal but he’s quick to kiss you again before you can argue with it. You forget every time how he can be when he’s like that : shutting you down, holding you close and leaving you out of breath and unable to catch it before he kisses you again. So you always start it, only for him to laugh at the end.
This conversation was going nowhere and Ichimiya felt his patience running out. That was until your voice came out of the door. He didn’t hear you knocking but someone must have invited you inside or else you wouldn’t have come in. He hates to think about it, he doesn’t want to use his status to do what he’s like, but right now all he wants it’s some time alone with you so it can ease his mind away from this stupid meeting.
“Leave us alone,” he says strictly, crying inside to his actual abuse of power, but pinched the bridge of his nose to make it clear it wasn’t an option. Within a minute everyone was out, leaving you in the center of the room, quite surprised they left so easily.
“What’s wrong ?” you asked as you walked to his desk. He’s leaning against it, never taking his eyes away from you as you make you away into his arms kindly.
“The meeting was so tiring,” he explained, leaning his head immediately in the crook of your neck.
You let him, petting his hair slowly. You two stay in the silence room, not trying to fill it, rather enjoying it that way. You’re about to ask what was so hard about this meeting when he starts kissing your neck, leaving a thousand small pecks over the area until he gets up to your jaw, making you giggle then your cheek and, finally, your lips. He kisses your smile softly, once, then twice and so on until it fades away, replaced with something more eager than playful.
He holds you closer, one arm holding all the way around your waist to be sure you can’t walk away when the other holds your neck, right below your ears. He can’t get enough, eager to eat you all, but there’s only so much you can give him at the moment. It drives him crazy. All he can do is kiss you, again and again, like it was the first and last time, as if you would disappear afterwards.
It doesn’t last long, he can’t let himself get carried away in the council room. He’s out of breath, so are you, and he forgot all about this stupid meeting. He leaves his forehead against yours, catching his breath while he enjoys your body close to him a few more seconds before he has to let go – in case anyone enters.
“Feeling better ?” you giggle because you already know the answer; but he still nods.
mogari wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight. ghosts? obviously. curses? sure. but love? nah.
and yet.
the first time he sees you, it’s like something glitches in his brain. you’re just walking down the hallway, nothing particularly dramatic about it, but the way the light catches on you, the way you move, like you’re in sync with some rhythm he can’t hear—it’s enough to make him stop mid-step, nearly causing someone to crash into his back.
from that moment on, it’s over for him.
he starts seeing you everywhere. at first, it’s probably coincidence. probably. but then he starts making it happen. changing his routes, timing his walks between classes, hanging around places he knows you’ll pass through.
and the first time he actually talks to you? pure improvisation.
“uh, you know you’ve got a spirit following you, right?”
you blink at him, clearly caught off guard. “what?”
he nods, arms crossed like he’s the authority on this. “yeah. been seeing it for a while. sticks close to you. might be harmless, might not be. but, uh… you might wanna let me keep an eye on it. just in case.”
you stare at him, and for a second, he thinks he’s ruined it. that you’ll call him a weirdo and walk away. but then—
“…how do you even know that?”
his heart nearly leaps out of his chest. you’re engaging. you’re curious. and that means he has an in.
he grins, tilting his head, playing it cool. “i have my ways. but if you’re really curious… i could show you.”
and that’s how it starts. how he worms his way into your orbit under the guise of protecting you from some nonexistent ghost. he teaches you about ‘spiritual energy’ (aka whatever nonsense he makes up on the spot), points out ‘ghostly disturbances’ (aka excuses to get closer to you), and warns you about ‘dangerous entities’ (aka any guy who tries to flirt with you).
somewhere along the way, he forgets if he’s even pretending anymore. because honestly? if there was a ghost following you, he wouldn’t even be surprised. you do have that kind of presence. the kind that lingers, that haunts.
and god help him, but he’s completely, utterly obsessed.
Synopsis: During a long-awaited date with you, Mogari finally gathers the courage to make a move. Though every time he tries to hold your hand or lean in closer, disaster just seems to follow him everywhere. From arguing with a kid to food being thrown at him. By the end of the date, you’re struggling not to laugh and Moagri is absolutely defeated… Or does he manage to leave with a kiss before you guys part?
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Mogari quickened his pace after seeing the time. A few minutes later, he quickly arrived at the park and saw your figure sitting at a bench as he slowly went up to you.
Hearing loud footsteps and heavy breathing, you looked up at Mogari with a disappointed but not surprised look on your face. “Took you long enough to get here, what was it this time?”
Mogari could only laugh at your question, “Believe it or not, Ren was trying to assassinate me again earlier, and then I lost track of time…”
You frowned a little bit at his indifference to nearly being killed, “You gotta stop pretending that's normal.” Mogari just gave you a fat smile.
"So.....What are we going to be doing today?" you asked as Mogari took you by the hand, leading you towards your destination.
“There’s this movie I’ve really wanted to watch. It said that it was a horror movie based on a real supernatural experience.” He explained as his eyes sparkled just thinking about it.
Both of you made your way to the cinema as you went to order tickets for the movie he was talking about, and he went off to buy the popcorn and other snacks that he couldn’t wait to have.
Luckily, you managed to score two seats in the back row of the room. Mogari came back with his hands full of an assortment of sweets and crisps, and you eyed them, trying to see if he got your favourite one.
He raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes, “Of course I got what you wanted, so don’t go cursing me out, but the rest are for me, alright?” he scoffed playfully.
During the movie, Mogari tried to make a move multiple times as he munched on his food, while also trying to pay attention to the movie in front of you guys, but who knew these simple gestures were a struggle?
At the start of the movie, he turned to you and saw how the beginning had already captivated you due to its immersive experience. He tried to nonchalantly place his arms around your shoulders, wanting to look cool in front of you, but as he did, he was immediately caught off guard when something small hit him directly in the eye.
Surprised, he nearly cursed as he rubbed at his eye to help get rid of the pain, and as he did, he looked down at the butter popcorn and then back up to face the culprit. A child a few rows below them had stuck his tongue out at them as if trying to say that this wasn’t a place for PDA. This irritated Mogari as he stuck his own tongue back out at them and pulled the bottom of his eye too.
Not wanting to embarrass himself again, it took a little while for him to make his next move. When he attempted to hold your hand this time, he was about to use the excuse that he was scared due to the recent jump scare that just occurred, which is ironic, as he literally eats ghosts as a job, but as he did, you stood up abruptly, announcing quietly that you had to go to the toilet.
Mogari had his hand sticking out as he looked at your back in betrayal because there was no way you just decided out of all time to get up. He let out a dramatic sigh as he ruffled his hair, trying to let his frustration out. Firstly, that child threw popcorn at him, and now you walked out on him? He concluded in the end that you just hated him then.
Right after that, Mogari just decided to focus back on the movie, and a little while later, he felt a presence sit down next to him. Not wanting anything to interrupt him this time, he wasted no time in trying to grab your hand, and when it landed, he thanked the gods for this opportunity with a small smile on his face as he squeezed your unfamiliar wrinkly hand.
Wait… your hand didn’t have all these wrinkles when he last held your hand. He quickly looked at the hand he was holding on the armrest, seeing that it looked slightly bigger and rougher than he remembered. As his eyes travelled up the arm that was supposed to be yours, he made eye contact with a male adult staring right back at him, who squeezed his hand back out of confusion.
“Fuck! My bad, I thought you were, sorry, it’s just you see-!” Mogari exclaimed loudly in surprise and partially out of a little disgust. He covered his mouth as he realised quickly that he had just shouted in a silent room.
“Sooo you’re telling me you reached for the dudes hand thinking it was mine?” You asked, trying to muffle your laughter as he walked you home after being kicked out of the cinema for being a disturbance.
“Ugh, don’t even try to remind me, I don’t even know how that geezer ended up in your seat halfway through the movie when you were gone,” he complained, dragging his feet as he walked beside you.
“And he squeezed back? Yeah, poor man, he must have been so puzzled seeing a kid caress his hand,”
“Stop! Just stop… I didn’t caress his hand, you’re making things up now.” He whines as he covers his face while you finally let out the laugh you’ve been trying to hold in.
“You know what hurts most?” he says as you walk beside him. “I really thought I had it after the snacks.”
You snort. “You dropped the melted chocolate down your shirt.”
The rest of the journey home was you teasing him for his actions as he dramatically mourned his own confidence. Unfortunately for him, who wanted to spend more time with you, had arrived at your door. He shoved his hands into the sweats he was wearing and gave out a tired sigh that seemed out of character for him.
Before you went in, you gave him a soft smile, “Well… Thanks for taking me out despite the world being against you,”
He looked up at you with a scowl on his face at the non-stop teasing before his lips turned into his version of a soft smile.
“Either way, tonight was fun. Thanks for coming with me.” He said, starting to turn away.
Suddenly, you grabbed him by the sleeve, and he blinked in confusion. Before he could say anything, you leaned in to give him a quick kiss, which made him freeze up completely.
When you pulled away, he just stood staring at you in shock as his cheeks began to blush.
“There.” You giggle, finding yourself to be a little too funny. “Hopefully, that makes up for the embarrassment you faced today?”
He pinched himself to confirm that he wasn’t dreaming. “…Wait,” he called out, but you were already stepping into your house with your own face still feeling the heat and adrenaline from gaining the courage to do that.
His gaze lingered a little while you went in before he began to run home, grinning like an idiot.
karou kanzaki had learned to keep his head down. people always said something about his eyes. too intense. too cold. sometimes he believed them. sometimes it hurt more than he let on.
he was nervous to meet you. not that he’d admit it. but when you walked up and smiled, he braced himself for the usual awkward glance or quiet judgment.
instead, you looked right into his eyes. you didn’t flinch. you didn’t look away. you tilted your head slightly and said, “woahh your eyes are beautiful.”
just like that.
karou felt his chest tighten. his lips parted like he might say something but nothing came out. he lowered his gaze, not to hide, just to breathe.
no one had ever said that before. not like they meant it. not like you did.
mogari’s just sitting there, scrolling on his phone, totally unsuspecting. you watch him, heart doing little flips because he’s so unfairly cute. his dumb little pout, the way his hair flops over his forehead, and gosh you just can’t take it!
so you tackle him.
he makes a startled “geh—!” noise as you latch onto him like a koala, wrapping your arms around his neck. you playfully bite his cheek, not hard, just enough to squeak out your frustration. “you’re too cute,” you mumble, muffled.
“w-what are you doing!?” he’s flustered now, cheeks pink.
you pinch those cheeks. squish squish.
“stop—i’m studying!” he protests, but he’s not really pushing you away.
“oh yeah? studying, huh?” you grin, still squishing his cheeks. “didn’t know being on your phone counted as studying.”
“i-it does!” he sputters, trying to speak properly but you’re smushing his face which isn’t of much help. “eugene was the one that told me actually.” he says defensively.
“sure, i believe you.” you grin, before letting go of his face and placing a small kiss on his cheek
it’s bad. you and kotaro are completely, utterly gone. lost in the world of tiramisu. the mukbanger on screen is slicing through another perfect piece, the fork sinking into the layers like butter, and you swear you can hear the delicate shff of the cocoa powder dusting off the top.
“this is actually torture,” you mumble, stomach growling.
“i need it. i need it now,” kotaro whispers back, eyes dark with longing.
neither of you notice the way you’re practically leaning into each other, shoulders pressed together, heads tilted at the same exact angle. noir’s lecture fades into nothing. the only thing that matters is the creamy, coffee-kissed masterpiece on the screen.
and then—
“l/n! tamon!”
you both flinch so hard that kotaro almost drops his phone. the entire class turns to look at you. noir glares, arms crossed.
“tamon,” noir says, exasperated. “what’s 2 + 2?”
kotaro, still dazed, doesn’t even hesitate.
“cocoa powder.”
silence. absolute silence. you don’t even need to look at noir to know he’s done with both of you.
noir sighs, already pointing at the door. “both of you. out.”
you both sigh, gathering your things, heads hanging low as you shuffle toward the exit like prisoners being led to their fate. the class watches, but you don’t even have the energy to care.
right as you step into the hallway, kotaro mutters, “bro… the way the cream was melting into their mouth…”
you nod solemnly. “actually unreal.”
“we should get some after school.”
“…definitely.”
and with that, you both walk off in shame, but with a new mission in mind.
Note: please I just read phantom busters and I love them send me anything I'll do it 😫
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Mogari seemed like a possessive guy, but he's not. So he doesn't get jealous easily because he just trusts you and doesn't think others are a real threat to his relationship. You definitely know he's too weird to be found attractive so you're rather chill about it as well. He's good looking but as soon as he talks he's so unserious, you know it takes a lot for someone to actually want your bf. But you don't like people joking about stealing him from you ; that's the only case you become defensive and need him to reassure you.
Eugene, Mogari's opposite, doesn't look like he's possessive but really is. He's not here to take well a joke about someone having a crush on you or talking with you for too long when he's not next to you. Don't even get me started on people actually flirting with you ; he's composed and calm but he can become sharp with his words real quick. Just the same as him, even if you're more than aware about how down bad he is for you, you can't help it but get jealous sometimes because of his reputation. He's attractive, smart, soft spoken : you just know he gets hits on, even with his silly club activities.
Kaoru is scared you're gonna find better I think, he seemed like the most sensitive one. He looks like trouble even if he's the most gentle boy in the world so he's scared you'll get tired of it. So I don't think he really gets jealous because he thinks that it's only fair for you to leave one day. You have to nag him all the time about how silly he sounds, you have to show him you love him a lot. On the other hand, for the same reasons, you don't have to worry much because people tend to stay away from him.
With Tamon you're more than safe since he doesn't talk to people at all. You don't have reason to get jealous, even if people can call him handsome or whatever they don't have a single chance. Even yours was hard to take so you know what you're talking about. But he can be a little sensitive, just like Kaoru. You're the best and he doesn't see why nobody would want you so he's kind of insecure when people give you a bit too much attention ; worst part is that he can't do much about it. But you're always there to reassure him.
