⁺ ₊ ༄ Pulling Baek in between the open space of my legs by his tie, sitting comfortably on his big personal desk and securely locking them around his waist so he doesn't go anywhere. I playfully smile, twirling my hand in his soft tie with one hand and trace the strong prominent outline of his jawline with the other, as he leans down to cage me in between his mountain of a body and his desk, grinning sheepishly at me. sigh. ♡
tw: extremely self-ship coded, soulmate AU, Daichi is a little bit criminal (it’s hot, alright?), first kiss, suggestive if you squint, based on this phenomenal commission
You tried your damnedest to deny it, to ignore the thrum of energy that started deep in your chest and was now occupying most of your body. He was everything you were meant to hate. A man who sat atop a throne of corruption and greed.
It was your work to expose those that profited from the seedy criminal underbelly, and yet here you were locked in a battle of both wits and stares with someone tainted by blood money.
Never did you think you’d find your soulmate, considering the odds were so low, let alone that he would be the target of your current undercover investigation.
Sure, he was handsome with dark brown eyes that stripped away all pretence with one slow blink and equally thick dark hair that spiked in that perfect messy way. His shoulders and back were broad enough to stretch the fabric of the button up shirts he preferred, and that smile… so knowing, so panty wetting.
That first brush of your fingers as he shook your hand was enough to activate the bond. Neither of you confirmed the sensation that shot up your arms and thundered directly into your heart. But it happened.
Daichi Sawamura was your soulmate, and you were his.
The games you had been playing would have to come to an end, especially when all you wanted to do was lunge at each other like wild animals and cement the bond that would never diminish until your dying day.
All of that was history, or as much as it could be history in the three weeks that passed from that initial touch that sparked everything. Sleep eluded you. Keeping your distance made you irritable and so cranky that your colleagues actively stayed out of your way. It hurt—deep in your gut—it ached to continue to deny what your soul craved. If it could speak it would cry for its other half.
Your ordeal seemed like nothing compared to how Daichi was coping. That is to say, he wasn’t coping at all. His employees were whipped to shreds with his harsh words and unfair demands. He found himself in the ring far more than the occasional fight he had enjoyed and most of the time he had to be physically removed from his bloodied opponents.
His bloodlust was through the roof. A primal warcry echoing in his head to claim what was his, but he wouldn’t take it. He wouldn’t be the monster you thought he was. Instead, he seethed in his office and contemplated how he could make you see that he was a good man at heart.
The situation came to a head when you stormed into his office one early evening. You had been reviewing your notes and something bothered you in the accounts of those you had discreetly interrogated under the guise of being a ditzy and overly friendly socialite. It was nothing, but it was enough to make you finally snap. You wouldn’t admit that you simply missed him and yearned to be in his presence, to smell his spicy cologne and feel the heat that poured from his body.
Now you stood practically nose to nose, or as close as you could get with the height difference. Why were you panting? Did his cheeks usually look that ruddy in colour? Oh shit… you should leave.
Before you could think to turn and run, Daichi lunged. His hand grasped your jaw yet his hold was gentle, keeping you still whilst he claimed your lips. It changed everything.
Your world spun on its axis. Lost in the sensation of his mouth slotting with yours so perfectly. His lips were warm and moved with slow, deliberate care and you wanted more. Burned for more until you were clutching at his biceps and wrinkling the stiff fabric of his black button up.
Oxygen was a secondary concern to that of consuming each other. Your bodies pressed flushed together and if you weren’t careful, it wouldn’t end with just this kiss alone. All that pain and suffering you both had endured melted away, the red string of fate humming happily for the very first time and the silken crimson threads weaved around your hearts.
“About damn time,” Daichi growled when you finally parted to breathe. It only made you giggle, a hand raised to your lips to feel how kiss-swollen they were and to savour the taste of him.
“I was never going to make things easy for you.”
He huffed, rolling his eyes and pulling you roughly against his chest. “We’ve got things to discuss. Here or back at my place?”
Worrying your tingling bottom lip, you tucked your head beneath his chin to speak. “I should probably choose here since that will keep me relatively… safe.”
“Princess, from me and what you’re referring to, you’re safe nowhere.”
Because I have no one else to share this with? Goofy hc time MAYBE, MINORLY JUST A LITTLE BIT self shipping, but THAT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE FRIENDS
Kirishima really loves you, like really loves you, and he REALLY wants to please you, but you’ve got a bit of a biting thing and he’s absolutely TERRIFIED he’ll actually hurt you if he bites you, and I think that’s very cute :)
That is all, could go into detail but then it wouldn’t be goofy hc it would be smut… tempted, but not this time!
Laying on that mans chest as he tenderly strokes his two fingers up and down the slope of my bare, sweaty back and blowing out smoke with his free hand. ♡
I want that man to firmly grab my jaw, clamp on my plushy cheeks and kiss me hard, I want him to kiss me like he's been starved of my touch for decades no, EONS. like his life depended on the touch of my lips, like he'll drop right there if he waited any longer to gather my lips with his. and I want him to insistently shove me against the nearest solid object (wall, tree, vehicle door etc) by the sheer force he puts into the said passionate, eager desperate kiss.
⁺ ₊ ༄ ♡ thinking about returning from a mission with suguru and satoru and they just pissed me all the way off, so I barge into my own office (with them hot on my trail), remove my hair from my claw clip and shake out my wavy tresses that loom down ways past my shoulders to shake off some of that insufferable tension throbbing at the back of my stressed mind. they stop and just - stare. I give turn to them with an annoyed expression and just roll my eyes. ignoring the imminent, traitorous fluttering of butterflies swarming in the pit of my stomach from their engrossed gawking.
