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Touch ↬ Caleb

Summary: You have been dating Caleb for quite a while now and you’ve had enough of him not touching you with his metal arm, so you give some not-so-gentle encouragement

Word Count: 5.9k

Triggers: smutty smut and the usual language you can always expect from me

Author Note: Meowdy .₊̣̇.ಇ/ᐠˬ ͜   ˬ ᐟ\∫.₊̣̇. Hope you’re all doing well! I finished the new stories for Love and Deepspace last night and now I’ve got Caleb brainrot, so you must suffer with me I’m afraid. This hasn’t been checked so apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I’d appreciate any feedback!

You were an open book to Caleb and had been for years. 

Every twitch in your lips was a poem to him, every laugh his new favourite song, every tear a sonnet that pressed more weight on his soul than his evol ever could. 

He’d do anything for you. No, the man was determined, he would do everything for you. Everything, it seemed, but touch you with his metal arm. There would be accidental grazes here and there, but he made a vow to himself the first night he held you after returning, that he wouldn’t let his darkness touch you.

That arm was the physical manifestation of everything wrong with him. Even though it had been years and he’d learnt how to make use of the mechanism, learnt how to make it one of his greatest weapons in battle, that’s all it could ever be to him. He wouldn’t put a knife against your throat, so he wouldn’t dare even try to hold your hand with the very thing that had taken him away from you in the first place. Now you were back with him, back in his arms.

Now he was back with you, back in the light, he refused to let the shadows of his past consume anymore than they had.

Caleb thought he was pretty good at hiding things from you. He didn’t enjoy lying to you and made an avid effort to avoid creating any more after all the Farfleet drama that had originally reunited you, then torn you apart again. 

This sweet man didn’t think you carried his same brand of obsession. He didn’t know that you watched him just as intensely, noting every smile, every wince, every breath.

There was a reason you two were so perfect for each other, after all.

He had no idea that you’d caught on pretty quickly to the fact that he’d constantly do things so as to avoid touching you with his right arm. 

It hadn’t been obvious at first, not until you’d caught him reprogramming the faulty appendage one night. He’d been so raw that night. Maybe it was because he was so tired and recovering, but you’d seen it clear as day, the kind of look that didn’t belong on a man like Caleb, shame.

It had broken your heart all over again.

You’d done everything you could think of to wipe that look off his face that night, you’d made him hold you, you’d taken his hand, pressed a thousand kisses to each fingertip and you would have pressed a thousand more if he’d let you. But as per usual, Caleb had pushed his own feelings aside to concentrate on yours, he’d started making lightheaded jokes the second he saw tears appear in the corner of your eyes.

Though it didn't sit right with you, you let him change the subject, thinking maybe that was what he needed. But as time passed, you began to realise how big of a mistake you’d made by allowing him to shove the topic under the metaphorical rug. 

To an outsider they might not notice how he favours you walking on his left side so he can hold your hand with his. If you ever stand on the right side, the most touch you’ll get from him is his arm wrapped around your shoulder. You’d barely be able to feel the weight of him, like a layer was over you, keeping him from actually touching you with his metal arm.

He’d make you sit on his left side whenever you cuddled up on the couch, or ate together at a table. As though he was trying to keep you as far away as possible. 

He was sly about it, as was Caleb’s way. If you ever touched his right arm, he’d smoothly grab your hand with his left, bringing the hand to his lips and distracting you in all the ways he knew how because, as mentioned previously, the man knew every chapter in your book. Specifically the ‘how to arouse them with one look’ chapter. He’d clearly revised over that one many many times.

Last night was the final straw for you.

He’d been showering when you arrived at his home and you didn’t think twice about getting in the shower with him. 

To your shock, his arm was uncovered, not hidden under fake skin so no one but you and him knew about his little secret. He had a couple of scratches over his chest so you guessed he must have gotten hurt and had to fix his arm again.

You let out a titter, hating the idea of Caleb taking care of his own wounds, sitting alone in the dark like that last time. He’d never let you do that, so it was unfair he expected you to leave him like that as well.

Feeling your heart swell, you reached out, dragging your fingers down his arm. The usual cold steel was warm beneath the stream of water from the showerhead. You heard Caleb suck in a harsh breath, one that told you he was uncomfortable, but it just pushed you more.

You pressed a lip against his metal shoulder before nuzzling at it with your cheek. Perhaps it was too much, but you wanted him to see what you really thought of this limb Caleb seemed to be too scared to touch you with. You wanted him to know you did not share that same fear, therefore he shouldn’t either.

His head turned towards you and your eyes connected, you were stunned at the emotions in his violet gaze. The pain tore at your insides and the shame gouged out your insides. He was so beautiful, so whole, but in that moment, you saw how he truly felt. 

You saw the hatred. Not at you. He could never hate you. So you knew that was all aimed at himself, at the appendage you were currently hugging to your body, practically holding it hostage.

“Caleb,” you whispered, having to swallow as tidal waves of words tried to spill out. You wanted to call him stupid for thinking you could ever fear him, even just one small part of him. You wanted to tell him he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, that he had always been the pinnacle of attractiveness for you, you’d come to this realisation as a hormonal teenager and that hadn’t changed now that you were both adults, that hadn’t changed now that one particular part of him had been replaced. 

You wanted to demand he touch you back, to grip your breasts in those cold steel hands, to pull on your nipples with his fingers, to strum at your clit and play your body anyway he wanted because you trusted him, all of him.

But before any of those words could come out, Caleb had blinked away his shame. He shook his head before gently tugging at his arm. You tightened your grip on instinct.

Reaching out, he pressed his other hand against your cheek, stroking your skin with his, ever-so-brave with that touch whilst his other arm layed like dead weight in your hold. “I was just finishing up, you finish your shower and I’ll go cook us some food.” 

He wasn’t even going to talk about it, was just going to move on, just acted like everything was normal.

With a press of his lips against your forehead, he pulled his arm out of your hold and exited the shower, leaving you all alone with your thoughts, with your sadness, with your rage.

Caleb always told you that were his, always made sure you knew that every part of your body belonged to him. Why was this not the same for you?

Why did he get to keep a certain part of himself away from you?

For your protection? No, that was ridiculous, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that Caleb’s arms were the safest place in the world for you. 

As you finished your shower, scoffing every ten seconds at the nerve of your boyfriend, a plot began to load up inside your mind. 

You’d play the dutiful girlfriend tonight, the innocent friend who didn’t push too far, who laughed and smiled, who gave and didn’t demand too much. That was clearly what Caleb needed tonight and you wouldn’t push him more than he’d already been pushed by whatever fight he’d had.

But after that, you were through with this game.

Morning light slipped through the cracks in the blind, illuminating your partner who was spread out like a starfish on the bed with you on top of him, his left arm wrapped around you, holding you to his chest like you were his favourite stuffie.

You’d woken up a few seconds ago and had just watched him, your plan that you’d prepared for the night before helping get you wide awake as the excitement began to gurgle at the bottom of your stomach. 

After double checking that he was definitely asleep, you reached out towards your bedside table, sliding out the top drawer so you could reach in and retrieve the handcuffs you’d snuck in there last night when Caleb had been getting in his pajamas.

You kept your movements slow, not wanting to jar your partner awake. 

Reaching out, you wrapped one of the hand cuffs around the headboard. That was step one of your plan complete.

Looking down at Caleb, a sleeping beauty in his very own right, you couldn’t help but reach out and smooth a finger between his eyebrows. Even asleep, he seemed to be worried about something. 

Leaning you down, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. Then his cheek. Then his lips.

As you sprinkled these little kisses, you felt something nudge against your thigh. Step two had been achieved and it was just as easy as you’d thought it would be. Even without Caleb fully awake, you could always count on one part of hiM being wide awake for you whenever you needed it.

“What are you up to, pip-squeak?” Your boyfriend grumbled, his voice all sorts of rough from sleep that your thighs automatically pressed together in reaction. You pressed another kiss to his lips, pleased when you felt him pressed back.

Reaching down with one hand, you began to rub at his dick through his boxers. Damn, you really hadn’t been wrong about him always being wide awake for you down there at least. He was already hard, the heat melting through the fabric into your hand. It was enough to make you dizzy. Luckily, you were a trainer hunter, so even the very tempting prize between his legs wouldn’t be able to pull you away from your plan of action.

Satisfaction rolled through you as he gasped at your unsuspecting touch, his hips canting slightly, trying to force more pressure from your hand onto him. 

“I just wanted to wish you a good morning,” you whispered as you moved your lips over to his ear, letting your tongue trace his jawline before tugging gently on his earlobe with your teeth. All the while you slipped your hands under his boxers, touching flesh to flesh, which had him letting out the dirtiest moan.

You almost moaned back yourself. It wasn’t often you had Caleb this out of control, this raw. It was a heady feeling you could get addicted to. 

And exactly what you’d been hoping for. He began to move his hips more, desperate to get a feel of your hand which you kept just above his cock, not making the move to grab it more firmly just yet. 

Whilst his focus was completely taken with trying to achieve that satisfaction only you could give him, you slid your other hand down his left arm, joining your hands together and then easily moving his arm above his head. He didn’t seem to care what you were doing, his only thoughts on getting you to touch him more firmly.

You did notice that his right arm, his metal arm, was still away from you. His fingers were curled up in the mattress, and you couldn’t tell if he was gripping it because of the feelings you were gifting him, or because he was doing all he could to keep from gripping you.

The sight of his metal arm stretched out away from you cemented the plan in your mind and kept you from getting distracted, even as the most delicious whine escaped him.

You pulled your hand out of his boxers and locked the handcuff around his arm as quickly as possible, your partner didn’t seem to even notice until the click echoed in the room, still bucking his hips slightly. 

His eyes finally opened, though they remained half-lidded, revealing violet rings wrapped around blown pupils. “What are you doing?” He asked, panting.

“I want to play a game, baby,” you explained in your most playful voice whilst positioning yourself better around him. “Won’t you play with me?”

You’d moved so you were laid on top of him, your hips above his crotch. The covers had been pushed back revealing his solid, naked, chest whilst you were still wearing your silk nightgown. You’d purposely worn his favourite, just to add another level of resistance. Plus, the shoulder straps might as well have been paid actors as they slipped down your arms on accident, allowing the tops of your breasts to be revealed.

He’d certainly noticed as his eyes went to your globes first, then they went down to your crotch which hovered just above his, the barest of space keeping you from settling down on his cock. Then, eventually, his eyes flicked up to glance at the handcuff you’d wrapped around his wrist. He gave a tug, as though to confirm that, yes, they really were handcuffs. Then after no time at all, his eyes returned to you, carrying with them a glare that had your playful nature purring even more. 

“What’s the game?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side.

Caleb was always in control, so you weren’t surprised to see him trying to grasp it back under his control even whilst you were holding him hostage. It was kind of hot, but no, you needed to stay strong and continue on with the plan.

One look at his arm which he’d somehow stretched even further away from you after you’d moved cemented this even further in your mind.

Gently, you laid more of your wait on top of him, pressing your slit against the hotness in his underwear. Satisfaction shivered up your body as you rolled your hips ever so gently, your clit pulsing in time with your movements. 

He reacted exactly as you wanted to, barely able to hold onto his control, just like you. His lips parted and his eyes shut again, his head bent further into the pillow and it took everything in you not to go back down to bite at his neck. 

Never one to make you do all the work, Caleb met your rolling hips with assertive thrusts of his own, working a gasp out of you as he followed your teasing movements with his demands. “The game, baby, what is it?”

“I need you to touch me,” you revealed in a gasp. Feeling drunk on power, you reached out with both hands, pressing them on the peaks of his chest. His nipples fell between your fingers and you couldn’t help but close them, pinching at his nips, earning an unexpected response as he growled.

You saw in your periphery as he lifted his metal arm, moving closer towards you before he seemed to tighten his fist and rested it back down on the bed. 

Well, that just wouldn’t do, would it?

You took one hand off his chest, leaving one to continue playing with his nipples, and reached back into his underwear. You pulled out his cock, feeling the weight of it, hot and thick, resting in the palm of your hand as you pressed it to the very centre of your clothed slit.

You moaned out and bent your head back. That wasn’t part of the game, you just couldn’t help your reaction to him, not when he was so close. 

“If you want me to touch you, then you have to take off the handcuffs, baby.” You could hear his teeth grinding whilst he spoke, and you knew in that moment he’d caught on, especially when he made a point to drag the metal arm back from where it had instinctively gone to.

You stopped all movement, still keeping his dick pressed against you, letting it twitch torturously against your clit. “You know that’s not the rules, touch me with your right arm Caleb.” He shook his head again. “Do it, baby, please.”

“Can’t.” He grunted out, tugging uselessly with his left arm. He was proving you right, you knew he couldn’t resist touching you, the same way you couldn’t resist touching him. He was just being stubborn, letting whatever silly worries he has control him. You just needed to push him more out of control.

You let go of his dick, watching it slap against his stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum that you wouldn’t have minded licking up. Maybe later.

“Look at me,” you ordered as you slowly pushed up the silky nightgown revealing inch after inch of skin. You might not have been the most confident of people, but you were at least confident of Caleb’s feelings about your body. You weren’t disappointed when his eyes followed every movement, mouth agape and eyes drunk with lust. Once the outfit was off, you reached out to touch your breasts, shoving them together and pulling on your nipples. The pulsing between your legs was an earthquake, demanding you slip onto his cock and take what was yours, but you couldn’t do that yet. Not yet. “Please touch me Caleb, I need you, so badly.”

Another grunt came out of him as he tugged harder on his arm, more beast than man in that moment. He managed to sit up, managed to get his mouth so close to the peak of your breast but you pulled away at the last second, leaving mere inches between your tip and his lips. You felt his hot breath lavish your skin and a moan crested out of your mouth unbidden. This might have been your mission, but you were just on edge as he was.

Reaching out you wrapped your hand into his hair, tugging on the strands slightly until he raised his head and met your eyes once more. “Touch me with your hand Caleb.”

“You handcuffed it, baby.”

“You have two hands,” you countered teasingly, but the mere mention of his metal arm had his expression shutting down and his head shaking once again. “Please, you won’t hurt me.” You’d abandoned the husky voice you’d been using beforehand, matching his honesty with your own pleading version. “You won’t.”

His head fell onto your chest but there was nothing sexual about the touch, not with his shoulders sagging. “I wouldn’t, not on purpose, but-”

“But nothing,” you cut him off whilst running your fingers through his hair. “It is physically impossible for you to cause me physical harm, nothing I wouldn’t want anyway.”

He didn’t respond, but you didn’t think he was ignoring you. It was clear as day that he was going through a battle, and as his partner, you needed to join this fight. Tentatively you reached out for his metal arm that was still throttling the quilt in a tight grip, the moment your fingers pressed on the back of his hand those fingers opened up. 

He wasn’t pulling away immediately, that was progress.

“If I lost my arm and got a prosthetic, would you think differently of me?” 

“Of course not,” he lifted his head up immediately, abhorring the thought that you might ever doubt how much he cares for you.

“Would you not let me touch you with that arm? Would you fear it?” Your fingers snaked in his and you brought the hand closer until it was resting between your stomach and his chest. Again, he just shook his head. You could see his jaw working, teeth clenching. He saw your argument, and he couldn’t exactly refute that you were making sense. You brought the hand further up, beginning to press your fingers between each knuckle. “I do not think differently of you because of your prosthetic. I will let you touch me, wherever, with your hands. I do not fear you, I love you, every inch inside and out.”

Like an animal bearing its neck to a predator, you unravelled his fingers before placing his palm around your throat.

His eyes watched every movement intensely, spellbound, and you watched second by second as that doubt grew dimmer and dimmer. Something else began to sparkle in his eyes, something familiar, the same something that was pulsing between your legs.

“My baby needs me to touch her?” He spoke so softly, you felt yourself melt a little bit more. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak at that moment. “Show me where, baby, show me where and let me take care of you.”

Your skin was practically vibrating, his gentle dominance petting you into submission, a place only Caleb could get you to fall into. Because you only trusted Caleb to this extent. Trusted all of him.

Grabbing his hand once more, you lowered it down, letting his fingers trail over your breasts. Whilst that felt good, you needed him somewhere else far more. You let him give your nipple one small tug before pushing his arm back down further, as you got to the spot between your legs, you released him, showing him that you trusted him to take care of you exactly the way you needed.

He didn’t disappoint. His metal things were cold, the change in temperature a sharp change to the heat coming from your body, you couldn’t help but coo as he slipped them further into your wetness.

“Oh, my poor baby,” he hummed, “so wet and needy for me, I’m sorry I made you wait.”

“It’s okay.” Your hips moved forward automatically as the tips of his fingers pressed against your clit, touching you exactly where you needed to feed that demanding pulse between your legs. He went slow at first, beginning to speed up as he leant forward once more and captured your nipples in his mouth. You hadn’t even realised you’d moved closer to him. You moaned out again, the satisfaction of his touch only making your body demanding for more. “Please.”

“You want to cum baby?” His fingers moved with expert precision, his thumb taking the place of his fingers as they went exploring. One finger slipped inside of you, stealing all air from you before a second one joined it, air gasping out of you with your moans. “You want to cum for me, yeah?” He asked again.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted out as his fingers plunged deeper into you, reaching a spot that had lights dancing behind your closed eyelids. Then, he froze, his fingers still inside of you.

Opening your eyes, you were met with your boyfriend wearing an expression that was oh-so-deliciously Caleb. His eyes were alight with mischief, a smirk on his lips that you wanted to kiss over and over again. Gone was the man afraid to touch you with his hand. 

“Prove it,” he whispered out huskily, “make a mess on my fingers, pretty girl.”

He was asking you to prove a lot more than how much you wanted to cum on his fingers, which was a lot. Thankfully, you were up for the challenge. You began to move your hips, using his hand to get yourself off. All the while, you maintained eye contact. Letting him see how you fell apart at his touch.

“Keep going,” he encouraged, leaning forward once more to press kisses against your breast. When you fell even closer against him, desperate to feel all of him, he used this as an advantage to lick across your collarbone before biting down on the spot where your neck and shoulder met. “Good girl, keep going. Make a mess for me.” He groaned out.

“Do you hear that?” He whispered, not wanting to speak out the schlick that escaped every time you pushed his fingers back in your body. You were definitely soaking the bed, but you found it hard to care about anything other than just how good he felt. “So lewd, baby, but you just can’t help yourself can you?”

You shook your head, whining as you struggled to get out a word. 

“Can’t help yourself, need all of me, my dirty girl,” his breath was coming out with pants, his eyes laser focused now on where his fingers pushed into you. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m yours baby, all fucking yours.” With those last couple of words he gave you everything, pushing his fingers in and out of you at a rabid pace, satisfaction rolling through him like a tsunami as he watched your wetness coat his entire hand, falling onto his lap where his cock stood at attention, hard and twitching, waiting for a chance to get in your hole.

“Fuck, Caleb!” You held onto his shoulders, worried you’d collapse on him as your hip thrusts became messy. All sensuality was lost, just an all-consuming need to cum. Caleb would provide, he always would. He’d always give you everything you needed. 

Every kiss against your neck, every growl that escaped him, was his solid vow that that would never change. 

“Cum for me pretty girl, give me what’s mine, give me it.” He hadn’t even finished before you were coming apart on his fingers. Your moans were cut off as a wave of pleasure rocked your body so harshly that you collapsed fully on top of him, body shaking with the aftershocks of the glorious orgasm he’d just gifted you. 

Caleb watched unblinkingly, taking in every shudder, every breath you made. Taking note of everything so he could never forget this moment, could never forget how easily he’d played with your body, with the one part of his he’d never believed could be used for such soft things. 

He pulled his arm out, wrapping his arm around your waist so he could keep you close. He saw his arm, witnessed his fingers splayed out on your back, so large they took up the entire middle and then some. He might not be able to feel you from his fingers, but he wasn’t scared, for the first time since he’d gotten that forsaken arm, he wasn’t afraid. He knew how you felt, how soft and how strong your body was against his. 

A giggle broke out of you after a few more seconds of heavy breathing, your mind catching up with what you’d done, and what Caleb had finally done. 

You lifted your head up, looking into his violet eyes with the biggest smile on your face. “I told you, you could never hurt me.” You said each word with such utter confidence that Caleb was left speechless. Instinct was running the show for him, and for the first time ever, he wasn’t forcing himself to play safe. You were right, he could never hurt you, his instinct was only ever to protect you, to keep you safe, to make you happy.

And he was only halfway through with that last part.

He pulled his metal hand back from around your waist, slipping the fingers into his mouth and sucking on each digit that had been inside you. 

Once he was done, he brought the fingers up to your mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, and like the good girl you were, you did as he said. You let him push his cold metal fingers into your mouth, let him explore the inside of your mouth with those digits.

“Is this what you wanted all along, baby girl?” He asked. “Wanted to unravel me?”

He took his fingers out of your mouth, letting you answer his question. “I wanted you to see you the way I see you.”

He cocked his head to the side, “and how’s that?”

You leaned forward, letting your lips rest against his as you spoke your next words. “Completely and utterly mine.”

The next couple of things that happened, occured within the blink of an eye.

His metal hand reached up to the handcuff, snapping it with ease and releasing his other hand. Both hands wrapped around your body as he spun the two of you around until he was on top, his waist pressing against the apex of your thighs. His cock rutting once, twice, against your clit which in turn had your hip stuttering with the overstimulation. His left hand, warm and soft, pressed down on your hip, keeping you in place, whilst his other rested against your throat, the fingers curling and pressing down on your pulse points. Not hard enough to cut off air, just hard enough for you to be incapable of ignoring their presence.

Despite the rough way he’d handled you, he followed up these actions by pressing three gentle kisses against your lips. “Always.” Another kiss. Far more demanding, teeth grazing. “Always have been.” His tongue plunged into your mouth, dancing across yours before he sucked it into his mouth. Another barely contained growl escaped him as he rutted against you more.

You just couldn’t help yourself. You’d got him to the very edge of control, and you wanted to see him lose it. 

Pulling back you bit down hard on his lip, gathering what little attention he had left which wasn’t completely taken by the wet warmth cradling his cock. 

“Prove it.” A demand, no, a challenge. The final stab at his control that pulled forth the beast.

Both hands moved beneath your thighs, pushing them against your chest so your pussy was completely open to him. Glistening under the few rays of sunlight that peaked into the room, as though trying to glimpse at the display of ravenous lust you were putting on. Caleb could understand why, you’d never looked so beautiful to him, spread open and soaking down your thighs, your hole twitching as though begging to be filled.

His poor baby. You didn’t need to beg anymore.

With ease he placed his dick against your hole, slipping in with barely any force because of how slick you were. 

Home. That’s what your pussy felt like to him.

The both of you groaned out, a cacophony of moans that he could listen to for days on end without ever growing sick of the tune. 

“I’ll prove it to you, pretty girl.” His voice was rough and hoarse as it fell from his lips, though he wasn’t sure anymore if it was from being tired, or because of all the moans he’d let escape. “You’ll never doubt me again, never doubt that your mine.” Each word was followed with a deep thrust, his cock reaching places you never knew existed until he’d explored them. 

He fell on top of you, surrounding you. You couldn’t see anything but him. Feel anything but him. Hear, smell, taste anything but him. 

His thrusts turned harder, quicker, every stab of his cock a lightning bolt to your senses.

You lost yourself, mouth opening with silent cries as your eyes stared unfocused on his face. Any time you closed them, he’d respond with a harsher, sharper, thrust of his hips. Even without words, he was in complete control of you.

“You need this, need me,” he told you in between grunts. You could only nod. Too drunk on the pleasure to tell him that he needed you too. He knew. He knew he needed you more, that’s why he was never going to let you go. “You need to cum all over this cock, need to make a mess, give it to me, pretty girl.” 

Your legs were pressed so deep into your chest you weren’t sure if you were breathing, but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was his thick cock dragging in and out of your pussy. Pulling pleasure from you with each thrust.

“Give it to me, and I’ll give you my cum.” He promised, and oh, your pussy clenched tightly around him, liking the sound of that far too much. An almost sinister laugh came from your boyfriend as he felt it too. “Oh,” he hummed, apparently just as surprised as you were by that reaction. His thrusts slowed, but they seemed to turn longer, somehow going deeper than ever before. “You want my cum baby? Want me to fill you up until your overflowing with my seed?”

When you moaned in response, he knew he had his answer.

“Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to give you all my cummies? Fill you up? Give you my babies?” Another clench had him slamming down into you. “Want that too pretty girl. Want to see you full of me, knowing you’re filled with me, knowing everything who sees you will know what I did to your dirty little pussy.”

“Fuck.” Both hands wrapped around your thighs tightened to the point of bruising, but that was exactly what he wanted, to mark you in every possible way. And he could, because he was in control. “Fucking take it, pretty girl. Fuck, good girl. Good fucking girl.” 

His words were drowned out by each slam of his hips against yours. You knew you’d be hurting later but you were past the point of caring, you wanted every single thing he’d just promised you. 

Through heaving breaths, you managed to squeak out a hoarse ‘please’ and that was his undoing. His thrusts stuttered until he pressed as far into you as possible and then you felt your insides being flooded. 

It almost felt unreal, there was so much. You felt every corner of your insides being covered and then the knot inside you released with him, your pussy tightening almost instinctively around him, trying to keep his essence inside of you.

“Good girl,” he continued to praise, throwing out little phrases of admiration as you both rode out your orgasms.

Then, when the final wave crested and fled, he released your legs from his hold. His hands stayed steady, controlling how they fell around him, making sure you didn’t move too quickly just in case. His fingers caressed your soft skin, massaging at your thighs where most of the strain had been.

He moved so most of his weight wasn’t on you but he was still hovering over you. Pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead, he left his lips to rest there as he mumbled out an almost reverent, “thank you.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! I’ve been thinking about doing a part two where Caleb gets revenge and handcuffs the reader, let me know if you’d be interested.

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Neighbourly ♥ Keigo Takumi

Word Count: 14k

Triggers: The usual bad language you can always expect from me, and some spicy spice towards the end

Description: You meet your neighbour Hawks under some special circumstances and he decides you need to become more than neighbours

Author’s Note: Hi guys! Thank you so much for treating my first post with so much love. As a gift, I give you this monster. Let me know if you’d like a part two! It’s not been checked so apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

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Your day had finally ended and you were exhausted, you couldn’t wait to get home to your bed, you couldn’t wait to get out of your work clothes, you couldn’t wait to sleep yourself into a coma.

But first you needed to make it to your door and it looked like your neighbour wasn’t going to let you do that so easily.

After reaching your floor, you immediately spotted the figure laid up against the wall beside your door. There wasn’t really any way to ignore him because sprouting from his back was a large set of blood-red wings. Fallen angel was the first thing that came to your head.

At the time, you had no idea this man was your neighbour. As far as you were aware, he was just a (Very pretty) stranger and you lived alone, you weren’t taking any risks.

You stayed at the top of the stairs so you had a quick exit and your pepper spray was poised at the ready. “Hey,” you called out, trying to be gentle whilst also being loud enough to stir awake the guy sleeping near your door. It looked to work as he moved his head from side to side and started to grumble. “You okay?”

His eyes snapped to yours, a shocking yellow which seemed brighter than the humming lights above you. Again, you found yourself wondering if you’d discovered an Angel at your door. Surely that was a good sign, right?

“Who’re ya?” He asked, eyes glaring. Your theory about him being some sort of angel went straight out the window as soon as you heard the slur coating his words.

You pointed over to the door he was next to, “I live in number twenty-four.”

His eyes moved to the door next to him before looking back at you, “no you don’t, Mrs Cheesepuffs lives there.”

“Mrs Chesney-Wolfe moved out last week, think she wanted to be closer to her family or something, so I moved in on Tuesday.” You explained.

The ethereal looking drunkard in front of you threw his head back, slamming it harshly against the wall. If he felt it, he didn’t give any sign. “Mrs Cheesepuffs left without even saying goodbye to me? I know she wasn’t my number one fan, but that’s brutal.” The slurring in his words only added to the sad tone that curled his syllables in, melting into a sob as he finished speaking. 

You weren’t sure what to do as he moved his head into his hands and began to cry. From what you’d learnt from the neighbour next to you, Mrs Chesney-Wolfe was your stereotypical old lady who chose to complain about everything possible, no one was sad to see her go. Except for this guy apparently. 

“Are you- were you a friend of hers or something?” You asked, trying to figure out who the hell he was in the hopes it would help you get rid of him. The last thing you wanted to do right now was deal with some drunk fool who’d chosen your doorstep to nap on. It was your turn to have a nap dammit.

“No, we were arch-nemesis, but she was the best enemy I’ve ever had.” He continued to cry, his dramatics making you more uncomfortable. “There wasn’t a week that didn’t go by where she didn’t try to get me kicked out of this building.”

“You live here?” You perked up a bit. Okay, he lived here, that meant you could just direct him to the right floor and then be on your merry way to your bed.

“Yeah, I live upstairs.” He waved his hands towards the stairway that led to the next floor before flopping his hand back on the floor, as though it suddenly weighed a hundred kilograms. “I wanted to tell Mrs Cheesepuffs… I don’t remember, but it was really important. And now I’ll never get to tell her!” He began bellowing and sobbing again.

“Guess there’s nothing else to do but go to bed then,” you responded, not really able to sympathise for a man who was clearly letting the alcohol he’d had do all the talking.

“No, I can’t leave yet without telling her the thing,” he pushed, looking at you with pouty lips and watering eyes. He should have looked pathetic. Why did his eyes remind you of that Fallen Angel painting by Alexandre Cabanel? Clearly you were as sleep deprived as this man was drunk. 

In truth, you’d spent most of the week moving in and that day was your first time back at the cafe, it shouldn’t have been all that busy but there was some sort of convention happening down the road which meant the place you worked was stock full all day.

“You don’t even know the thing,” you argued with a huff, wanting this exchange to be over and done with.

“But it was important!” He cried out.

“Dude, how many drinks did you have?”

He stopped crying instantaneously, and started giving you a death stare. It seemed he was embracing his inner Mrs Cheesepuffs as he eyed you up and down with disgruntlement. “That’s a rude question, what are you implying?”

“You think that's rude?” You chuckled lowly. “We don’t even know each other but you’re stood in front of my door, blocking me from getting home, crying about some woman who, in the nicest way, seemed like a bitch.”

He took a brief moment to take in your words, staring at you with that same hatred glare, before making it disappear as quickly and as easily as he had done with his earlier tears. He rested his head back against the wall, closing his eyes for a second. “Hm, I guess you’re right, that’s not very ‘No.2 Hero’ of me is it?”

“You’re a hero?” Of course he was. You were an idiot. You hadn’t been in this area long but you’d seen posters of him everywhere, he was a big deal. And he was on your doorstep, crying over an apparent cheese puff of a human being.

“Yes, number two hero, Hawks,” he repeated. “You don’t recognise me?”

You shrugged, choosing what you figured was the easier option. “I’ve just moved into the area, and I’ve never been into the superhero thing, no offence.” If he thought you didn’t care for him, then maybe he’d stop bothering you. Plus, it wasn’t entirely a lie. Whilst you knew of super heroes (it was hard to avoid them), you weren’t as obsessed as some people tended to get. 

“None taken, that probably works in my favour because this would really ruin my reputation if anyone found out.” His tone was much more relaxed now, there was still a slur but his emotions seemed to be calming down. He also seemed to be getting very sleepy. “I’m sorry for blocking your door.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry Mrs Cheespuffs abandoned you.”

He smiled ever-so-slightly, it was just a brief lift of his lips but it had your heart skipping a beat. “I’ll get over it, she’s not the first girl to break my heart and she won’t be the last.” Your brain immediately started to wonder if that meant he was single, though you tried to slap away those thoughts, because it shouldn’t matter to you if your neighbour was single or not. 

Hawks reached out a hand, making a grabby motion with his fingers. “Can you help me get up? The room is spinning a lot.”

You debated it for a minute before concluding that this was probably the fastest way for you to get to your bed. “Sure.” You wandered over and helped him stand up as best you could. He wasn’t light, you couldn’t tell if that was because of the muscle he was clearly packing or the gigantic wings on his back though.

“Ooft.”He grunted as his chest slammed against yours, you taking the brunt of his weight as you balanced him back on his feet. His eyes scanned over your face, seemingly becoming enraptured whilst all your attention was fixed on making sure neither of you fell to the ground. “Oh, hey, you’re cute up close.”

“Dude, can you even stand?” You gritted out, not even hearing what he said as you pushed against him.

“Am I not standing right now?” He looked down at his feet, chuckling a little bit when he noticed how much smaller your feet seemed next to his. He started giggling. “I bet you have little piggies.”

“I’m standing you up right now, this is more me than you,” you complained, once again ignoring what he said. You’d actually heard his comment about having little piggies, but seeing as they made zero sense to you, you figured the night would go a lot easier if you just ignored him. Oh, how wrong you were. Nothing about that night was easy for you.

“You’re such a good Samaritan, have you thought about becoming a hero?” He queried.

“Not my scene,” you replied, working to wrap one of his arms around your shoulder so you could take his weight a bit easier. “You live upstairs right?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, once again staring rather intensely at your face. He couldn’t help himself, now that he was up close and personal, and your features weren’t blurring in and out of focus, he could finally make out your facial features and they were all so cute. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to squeeze your cheeks or kiss your lips.

“Come on then.” It was the only way you were going to get to bed. You couldn’t just leave him laying in the hallway, especially seen as he was meant to be some big hero. If anyone found out you’d abandoned the number two hero in a hallway, you were sure you’d get more shit for it than he would for being a public menace. 

When you reached the stares Hawks did actually help out, taking back most of his weight and using the rail to pull himself upstairs, rather than relying on you entirely. You made it up in no time, then you came to your next hurdle. His locked door. “Where are your keys?”

“Pocket, I think.” He made no move to take them out of his coat pocket and so with a sigh you reached in yourself, making him jump slightly. “Whoa, hey, if you want to cop a feel you need to buy me a drink first.”

“Noted.” You said the word as blandly as possible, all you planned on doing was getting him to bed, then you’d avoid him as much as possible and hope he doesn’t end up on your doorstep again anytime soon.

You found the key in his left pocket and used it to unlock the door.

His apartment was impressive, way bigger than yours, but he was the number two hero so he probably got all the big bucks whilst your barista job got you just enough. Trying not to get too bitter over the very different world you knew the pro-hero in your arms must live in, you walked further into his living room that connected to a humongous kitchen. It looked like had had the whole floor to himself.

“Which way?” You questioned, wanting to get this visit over and done with, standing in an apartment this big and shiny was making you feel very small.

He directed you towards a door which once opened revealed another massive room with a mammoth bed in the centre. It looked more like a nest, covered in a multitude of different pillows. One of them looked so fluffy, you’d probably feel like you were sleeping on a cloud.

Before putting him down on the bed you turned him around and began to push on the thick coat he was wearing. “Let’s get your jacket off,”

As your arms worked on pushing the jacket down your arms, he leaned his head forward, resting it in the crook of your neck. Then he felt him take in a deep breath. “Mm, you smell really good,” he mumbled, nose skimming up your neck, and when he moved back down, he did so with his lips. “Fuck, really good.” Once his jacket was completely off, his hands moved up, gripping your waist as he burrowed his head deeper, his teeth grazing your skin all of a sudden, pulling a gasp from your lips whilst shivers moved through your bones. It wasn’t an awful feeling, just wholly unexpected.

Not as unexpected as when he suddenly pulled you backwards onto the bed and took you with him, pulling you down on top of him. “Whoa,” you squealed. You knew you should have done more, should have pulled away and stepped back, but the man was a puppet master, pulling on your strings with every graze on your skin. He’d started kissing you. They were gentle pecks, but he kept hinting he wanted to do more every time his teeth caressed your neck.

“Fuck,” he breathed out as he thrust his hips up into yours, letting you feel all of him. Every glorious inch. 

Unfortunately, that rut of his hips into yours was exactly what you needed to wake you up from his spell

“Shit, let go of me.” You pushed with your arms and pulled away with your body, shuffling out from under the wings that had at some point wrapped around you without you even noticing. Once a safe distance away, you pointed at the hazy-eyed man posed laid-back on his bed. “Nothing is happening tonight, you’re way too drunk and I’m way too sober.”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes half-closed and a goofy, yet charming, smile bending his lips upward. “You’re cute.”

“You’re frustrating,” you retorted, trying your best to stay on the offensive. You weren’t sure how much more you could take, you just knew if he kissed you again you’d probably let him just have his way with you. Just from that thrust alone, you could tell he packed enough to not even need to be good at sex, his size would be enough pleasure just by itself. Still, Hawks gave the aura of someone who knew exactly what they were doing in the bedroom, and that was even more dangerous.

“What will it take for me to get something to happen?”

He was going to remember this conversation in the morning, not with how drunk he was, so you decided to play along, at least he wasn’t trying to pull you back into bed. “Ten dates.”

“Ten?!” He guffawed.

You shrugged. “I’d normally say three but after tonight I’ll need you to prove you’re a gentleman.”

With that, you left his bedroom, thinking it would be safer to put some distance between the two of you.

“Where are you going?” He called out.

“To get you water and some painkillers!” You heard him grumble, but couldn’t make out his words. The kitchen was a big distance from the bedroom, his place was just that big. You wondered if he ever felt lonely, because of the place's size, you couldn’t help but also notice how empty it felt. You wondered if maybe that was the reason why he’d gotten really drunk tonight and gone to Mrs Cheesepuffs in the hopes of some late night company, even if that company involved him getting yelled at and berated.

By the time you got back to his room, you found him sound asleep on his bed. You left the water and painkillers on his bedside table, then you finished with removing his shoes and his jeans. You’d spent about five minutes debating whether or not you should take the jeans off, but then figured he’d wake up very uncomfortable if you did leave them on, and he’d already have a hangover from hell. You’d made a point to not look at his crotch whilst doing it as well.

♥♥♥

The next morning you thought about Hawks, wondering if he was okay and handling his hangover okay. You thought about maybe making him a little care package and taking it upstairs, it would have been the neighbourly thing to do after all. In the end, you decided against it.

Hawks was charming, even whilst being as drunk as a skunk, but he was a big time hero and you were just a barista. There wasn’t enough in common between you, other than the fact that you lived in the same building. You figured you’d just carry on living your life with the odd moment where you bumped into him in the hallway, maybe dealt with him after a bad night again.

Of course, much like the night before, your neighbour had other ideas.

At ten in the morning there was a knock at your door, you’d dressed for the day already, getting ready for your shift which started at lunch time. When you opened the door you were greeted by the person you least expected.

“Howdy, neighbour!” Hawks greeted you with a smile he probably gave all his fans, the kind of smile that had you smiling back.

“Hawks?”

“Oh good, you remember me,” he replied.

You couldn’t stop staring at him, not because he was even more beautiful in daylight (which he really was) but because he wasn’t showing any signs of a hangover which he definitely should have been suffering with considering how drunk he’d been acting the previous night. “Yeah, I’m more surprised you remember me, you were pretty drunk last night.”

“Right, that’s why I’m here, I’m bringing you an apology in the form of fatty foods and caffeine.” He held up a carrier bag in one hand and a tray that had two cups on it. He nodded to the room behind you. “Can I come in?”

So much for your plan of keeping your distance from him, you guessed. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to let him say sorry for your hospitality, especially when whatever was in that bag of his smelled so good. “Um, sure.” You stepped aside and opened the door wider so he could walk in.

He did so with a skip in his step, once again making you wonder if he had really been that drunk last night when he seemed to be recovering so well. 

You watched as he immediately set off to the kitchen, clearly already knowing the layout inside, which wasn’t all that surprising now that you knew he had been close with the previous tenant. He walked over to the breakfast bar and plopped everything down before sitting in one of the stools, allowing his eyes to scan around your living room. 

There wasn’t much decoration to it, but you had only moved in.

“You’ve made this place look a lot nicer than Mrs Cheesepuff’s ever did,” Hawks complimented, eyes moving back to you and fixing you under their attention. He really did have a way of making you feel like you’re the most important thing to him in that room, and it was doing some wonderful (and terrifying) things to your stomach.

“Thanks.” You followed in his footsteps, sitting down in the stool next to him, choosing to face him so you could speak to him directly. “Can I ask something?”

“I have a question first.” When you nodded your head in allowance, he gestured over to the boxes he’d laid out with all the food. “I got a sausage and egg muffin, a bacon sandwich and some pancakes with maple syrup. Pick whatever you want and I’ll eat whatever's left.”

“Pancakes,” you said immediately with zero hesitation, grabbing at the box he’d pointed to.

“You have a sweet tooth, noted.” He commented, continuing on before you could think too much into what he meant by that. “I also brought coffee, I didn’t put anything in it. If you need any sugar, just let me know, neighbour, I have some in my apartment.”

You smiled at him and laughed slightly, getting up and opening a cupboard where you pulled out a bag of unopened sugar, you then went to the fridge and fetched some milk, setting them out on the breakfast bar. “I also came prepared.”

You two busied yourself with readying your drinks, you noted that he kept his coffee black, but added quite a bit of sugar. Seemed you weren’t the only one with a sweet tooth. As you watched him take a bite from his greasy bacon sandwich (a look of pleasure passing over his expression as he did so, that had your thoughts veering in a certain direction) he waved his hand at you, telling you to continue with what you’d been saying before. “What was your question?”

“Right,” you chimed, grateful for the distraction, “Mrs Chesney-Wolfe, who you like to call Mrs Cheesepuff-”

“Because she always smelt like cheesepuffs,” he explained.

“Of course she did,” you said with a roll of your eyes, this woman started to seem more like a cartoon character than a real person. “My question wasn’t about the cheesepuffs though, I just wanted to know what your deal was with her, you seem to like her but everyone else in this apartment hates her.”

“She was just a load of hot air,” he explained with a shrug, a quiet look of adoration settling on his face. “I was like everyone else in the building at first, thought she was a real bitch, but then one day I saved her on her walk home, she still continued to yell at me and complain to the landlord any time I made any noise upstairs, but she also started leaving me treats at my door. That’s what I wanted to tell her last night, by the way, that I loved the blueberry muffin she’d made me.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding, because the story was the first nice thing you’d heard about your neighbour, and the explanation also made Hawks’ actions from the previous night seem more cute than annoying.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to live up to that, I can’t bake at all,” you advised, cutting into your pancakes.

“That’s okay,” he reassured, hitting your knee with his. You then realised that at some point he’d turned his body around so he was facing you and he’d boxed your knees inside of his. “I kind of have a theory she was slowly poisoning me with them anyway.”

“And you still ate them?”

“I have very little willpower,” he chuckled.

“Don’t you need willpower to be a hero?”

He waved his fork dismissively in the air. “What I lack in willpower, I make up for with my charm and sunny disposition.”

“Uh huh,” you hummed in disbelief.

“So tell me about yourself, neighbour.”

You cringed a little at his question, there wasn’t a lot you could say about yourself that would interest a hero who rescued grumpy old ladies in his spare time. You were just a barista making ends meet who spent her spare time watching whatever was good on the telly.

“Well, first of all my name is Y/N,” you chose to start with that, mainly because you wanted to hear him say your name and stop calling you neighbours all the time.

“Y/N,” he tested it on his tongue, smiling as it rolled off. He hadn’t disappointed you, the way he’d said your name, with an edge of huskiness, had filled you up with a warmth that was starting to become familiar whenever you were around Hawks. “I like it, as beautiful as its owner.”

“There’s that hero charm,” you pointed out, trying to not take his compliments too seriously.

He winked over at you. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.”

And just like that, the warmth was rising up in your stomach like magma. 

The morning continued with him asking questions and conversations steering off from those. You talked about TV shows you liked, how you weren’t really big on heroes but you knew about them from some of the other things you did, like how you knew Best Jeanist because of his side hustle as a fashion designer. You talked about your job, and when you’d tried to belittle it by saying it was nowhere nearly as interesting as being a hero, he’d made a point to reassure you that he was interested, not letting you continue the conversation until you stated that you understood that.

♥♥♥

Your work day had started a lot better than it had when the hero convention was happening, that was over a week ago. The cafe had just started getting busy with the lunch time rush and your brain was back in your apartment, sharing that breakfast with Hawks where you discussed Mrs Cheesepuffs and a whole myriad of trivial things. 

It was the most fun you’d had in a very long time, and despite how much you tried to convince yourself it was just a one time thing - your neighbour simply thanking you for taking care of him in his drunken stupor - that didn’t stop the flare of hope you kept feeling whenever you thought about bumping into him again in the hallway.

You were always quick to dismiss that little bit of hope. You and Hawks weren’t ever going to happen, so there was no point in thinking too much about it.

You were cleaning up a previous customer's meal, cleaning up the counter when you felt someone gently tap on your shoulder. “Hey, little bird.”

Looking up, you found yourself staring at your winged neighbour. “H-Hawks?”

“Oh my god, that’s Hawks!” Your co-worker Becky practically screeched as she tried to handle the cup of coffee she was pouring for a customer whilst taking in the pro-hero that had magically appeared.

It wasn’t so magical for you, in fact you were getting a little concerned, it felt almost like your neighbour was stalking you. You were sure he’d never visited this cafe before, you’d have recognised his beautiful wings if he had. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m doing a patrol in this area today, now it's my lunch so I figured I’d stop in here and check out the goods.” You didn’t miss the way his eyes moved up and down your body when he said ‘goods’. 

“You know Hawks?!” Becky (who had somehow finished the coffee and served her customer in record time) moved to stand beside you.

Choosing to ignore your fangirling friend, you directed your words to your neighbour. “I’m working so I can’t sit and chat with you or anything.”

“That’s fine,” he shrugged, voice remaining easy and laidback. You preferred this Hawks over the cry baby that had been outside your door the other night. “Like I said, I’m just here for lunch, if you happen to also be here in my line of sight then that’s just a bonus I’ll happily accept.”

“Oh my god, Hawks is really here,” Becky continued to squeak from beside you.

You rolled your eyes at your co-worker, normally she was a lot more quiet than this. “Becky, go breathe in a paper or something, you’re worrying me.”

“What?” Your coworker started laughing a tad too loudly as she waved her hand frantically in the air. “No, I’m fine!” Despite her pushing, you didn’t believe it when she looked to the number two hero and started hyperventilating again. “It’s Hawks!”

“Nice to meet you too, Becky.” Hawks finally acknowledged her, giving her his best celebrity smile. You’d be lying if the confident look on his already far-too-good-looking face didn’t have your knees getting a little weak as well. What had them shaking was how his eyes only moved to her for a single second before they moved, almost naturally, back to you. As though he struggled to keep his eyes away from you.

Becky immediately started giggling and then she harshly grabbed on to your arm, digging her nails in slightly. “He just said my name!”

“Yes Becky, so did I, multiple times, never seen you hyperventilate over it” You hissed at your friend whilst trying to pry her off of you.

You probably weren’t being the nicest person in that moment but you were still recovering the shock from seeing Hawks again (in the place you worked, which was information you’d definitely not given him when you had breakfast together) whilst dealing with an excitable fangirl and a cafe that was quickly beginning to fill up with a lot of people who didn’t mind staring as the three of you had been conversing. 

She eventually dropped her hand and then started glowering at you. “You’re not Hawks.”

And you never would be, so this whole exchange was ridiculous and a waste of time. You and Hawks clearly lived in very different worlds, and you were sure he’d get bored of you soon.

“You have no idea how happy I am about that,” you chimed back, your sunshine tone juxtaposing the frown on your face as you petted the sore spot on your arm.

Far too casually, Hawks reached out and took a hold of your wrist after noticing the way you were holding it, his eyes dragged over the red marks. He frowned, but only for a second, then he was back to being his smiley self as he looked back over to you whilst letting his thumb smooth over where it hurt, comforting you. “Ouch little bird, be careful or you’ll break my heart,” he reprimanded mirthfully.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” You asked, wanting to change the subject and distract yourself from just how comforting his touch was to you, and how warm it was making you feel.

“What?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Little bird, what happened to neighbour?”

“Neighbour!?” You realised your mistake too late. There was no doubt your co-worker would badger you with questions about your neighbour every time you shared a shift now.

“Little bird fits you better,” he offered as fact.

“No it doesn’t, I don’t have wings like you,” you argued.

“No, but your laugh is as pretty as a bird's whistle, plus you’re tiny compared to me,” Hawks explained, his tone implying that all of that should have been obvious to you.

You didn’t understand what game he was trying to play, whether it was a game of pretend or competition, but you refused to play either way. “Is that a positive?”

“Just take the compliment, Y/N,” Becky reprimanded.

“I’d do what Becky says if I were you little bird,” Hawks warned, a chuckle ruining the seriousness of his statement and you found yourself smiling along with him. Becky was certainly acting terrifying.

“Excuse me?” A customer practically snared from behind Hawks, who politely stepped aside to reveal the suited man who was standing behind him. “Can you start doing your job so we can get to ours?”

And just like that, your good mood was wiped away. You didn’t blame the customer for getting annoyed, both you and Becky had ignored him for Hawks so he had every right to be frustrated. 

“Right away, sir, I’m sorry for the delay.” You pulled away from Hawks, creating some much needed space so you could concentrate on your reality rather than whatever fantasy Hawks was inviting you to spend some time in. “What can I get for you today?”

He didn’t stop glaring at you the entire time you took his order and though it was unnerving, you were used to it. 

As you went and got the customers drink, you couldn’t help but muse that it was a little bit funny that despite both you and Hawks being in customer service roles (his was a bit more extreme than yours, but it was serving people just like you did), he got a much nicer reception than you ever did. There was the odd person that would thank you, but most of the time you were treated to customers like the one you were serving then, who thought they were better than you simply because you were the one giving them the goods they purchased.

His order was simple at least, just a boring black coffee that suited the boring grey suit he was wearing perfectly. As you went to hand it over to him though, he’d been too busy looking down at his phone so rather than grabbing the cup he just knocked it over, spilling hot coffee all over your hand.

It wasn’t hot enough to cause some third degree burns, but it was hot enough to have you cursing and quickly pulling your hand away, dropping the cup completely which caused splashes to fall on the man's pants. 

Tears had pricked the corner of your eyes as you held your hand which was quickly turning an unhealthy shade of red, almost as red as Hawks’ feathers. Speaking of your feathered friend, he’d reacted immediately despite being in a conversation with Becky. Though you hadn’t been aware of it, his eyes had been following you the entire time you helped the grumpy customer whilst whispering to Becky, trying to get her to spill whatever secrets she had about you so he could get to know you even better.

In a matter of minutes Hawks was holding your wrist again, being sure not to touch the burns as he analysed the wound to see how bad they were. You noticed his shoulders seemed to relax when he diagnosed that the burns weren’t too bad, they’d just blister and hurt for a while.

“What the fuck!” The unhappy customer yelled out, doing his best impression of a child as he stamped his foot in the ground. “Look what you’ve done to my suit! I have a meeting in a hour! Are you really that fucking useless of your job you can’t even hold things?!” 

You blinked over at him, struggling to think of what to say next as you were still in shock over the pain in your hand. 

Hawks moved to stand in front of you, putting himself between you and the raging customer. He bent his head lower, his free hand moving to cup your chin so he could pull your gaze up to meet his in the middle. “You okay?” He whispered, keeping the conversation private, just between the two of you. Everybody in the cafe was currently staring at you but with how Hawks was holding you, and with the gentleness carved into his gaze, it felt more intimate than it really was.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “not the first time I’ve been burned, probably won’t be the last.” You aimed for a joke to lighten the mood but Hawks’ expression didn’t change, he was solely focused on making sure you were okay. 

“Becky,” he suddenly called out, and for a second you wondered if he’d forgotten your name.

“Yes Hawks,” Becky squeaked, not having expected the number one hero in her heart to suddenly ask for her.

“You got a first aid kit around here?” He asked her, though his eyes still remained solely focused on you.

“Yep, I’ll go get it,” she rushed off then into the back office, quickly coming back and presenting it to Hawks like she’d found buried treasure. 

He nodded his thanks and finally looked away, “you okay putting our little bird back together?”

She giggled again and began to nod. You wished your friend got that elated whenever you told her to do something, most of the time she responded with sighs.

“Perfect.” Very gently, he pressed a kiss to your reddened hand, just on the edge of where there was a burn. “That kiss should help heal you right up,” he joked, sending you a wink that had you rolling your eyes. It also had your heart skipping multiple beats, almost putting you in cardiac arrest, but you did your best not to show that.

Then he turned around and walked over to the customer, and you got to see Hawks’ charm at work. He pulled the grumpy customer close and apologised for causing the distraction, putting all the blame on himself, he then offered to pay for not only that customer's replacement coffee and laundry, but then he bought everyone else in the room a drink. 

It meant you and Becky had to get back to work pretty quickly, but she did most of the coffee making and you grabbed whatever snacks people wanted which only required one hand at least. By the time you were done, Hawks was gone again, his lunch break over and done with.

You didn’t notice he’d left you a note on a napkin until you’d gone to clean up where he’d been sitting, almost missing the neatly folded napkin that had ‘Little Bird’ scrawled across the front of it.

Little Bird. 

Take it easy on your hand, you know if I ask Becky will tell me if you haven’t been. 

Below is my phone number, I’m trusting that you won’t give it out. That includes Becky, but don’t tell her I told you that, if I’m being honest she scares me a little.

Send me a text and let me know when you’re free, lets hang out neighbour 

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Beneath there was a drawing at the bottom that you really struggled to figure out. It was some sort of hieroglyphic. One looked to be exploding at the top while the other was… melting?

♥♥♥

You were laid on your couch with one bandaged hand over your head. It had been a long day, even before Hawks had shown up at your job.

When you’d gotten home, you hadn’t even been able to make it to your bed. At least tonight no one had been outside your door crying, too drunk to stand. Though, you were a little bit disappointed not to see Hawks.

You couldn’t bring yourself to text him. You’d gone to the effort of adding his number to your phone but then you’d lost all of your confidence when it came to you instigating the conversation with him. It was annoying, but you couldn’t help this nagging feeling that you shouldn’t get attached to him. He was way out of your league and the only thing bringing you together was that he was your neighbour. The differences between you and Hawks had blinded you the second you stepped into his penthouse apartment.

But you liked the attention he gave you, and the way he looked at you, and the things he said to you, and the way he stood a little too close but not close enough at the same time. 

You were falling for him, that was also becoming pretty evident to you. But you’d be damned if you didn’t go down without a fight. 

“Neighbour!” The man that harassed your inner thoughts suddenly yelled out from outside your door. “I can’t knock on the door, I hope you’re in there and can hear me, please let me in!”

“What the fuck, Hawks?” You questioned, rushing to get up off your couch considering how loud he’d just yelled and how panicked he sounded.

“Oh thank god you’re here, please hurry!” You did as he demanded and opened the door before he could finish the sentence, finding him leaning against your door frame, completely fine with his phone in his hand. “Damn, that was quick, you must really care about me, little bird.”

He’d changed out of his hero outfit which was all you’d ever seen him in, now he was just in a casual black t-shirt with grey joggers on and it took every power of womanly willpower you had to not immediately let your eyes drift to the crotch. You can do this, you told yourself, reminding yourself that there were bigger issues at hand, like the fact that your neighbour had given you a damn heart attack.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Hawks?” You hissed at him, thinking about maybe hitting him but deciding he wasn’t worth hurting your already injured hand (plus, you weren’t really the violent type anyway).

“Forcing you to spend time with me seen as you’re playing hard to get,” he responded easily as he pushed his way past you (you didn’t put up that much of a fight, to be fair). “What do you want from the takeaway?”

You watched him walk further into your apartment before he draped himself down onto your couch, pushing his wings so they hung off the back. “Excuse me?”

“I can eat pretty much anything,” he said in a way of explanation.

“I can’t afford takeaway,” you responded dully, not really knowing what else to say. He’d said you were playing hard to get, so he obviously saw that you didn’t want to push him to hang out with you, but he was still there, sitting on your couch, making it look better than it had in a while.

“My treat,” he responded, “I owe you anyway after causing you problems at work, which I’m really sorry about, that hadn’t been my intention, I just wanted to see you.”

You rounded to the other side of the couch, perching yourself at the edge, as far away from Hawks as you could possibly get. “It’s okay, it’s not even your fault, that guy was being careless.”

“That guy was being a dickhead,” he snorted.

You looked over at him with wide eyes, shocked that those words had even left his mouth. “As a hero, aren’t you meant to be all nice and understanding?”

He smiled at your words with the kind of look that read ‘wow, you’re adorable’ as he started shaking his head, refuting what you’d said. “I’ll have you know, I was very nice; I nicely removed him out of the situation whilst understanding he was being a dickhead.”

“Touché,” you responded with a light chuckle, enjoying this side of Hawks. That good feeling was quickly followed by a bad feeling as you reminded yourself once more that you shouldn’t get attached to him. He either felt bad for you or was intrigued by you, he’d eventually grow bored either way and move on so there was no reason to get attached. You realised it might just be the best to cut ties there and then before you got too attached to the winged hero. “Why are you here, Hawks?”

“Already told you, if you don’t want to text me and sort out hanging out, then I’ll come to you and force you to accept my company,” he said, putting his phone down momentarily so he could look you in the eyes as he spoke to you. He’d heard the drop in your voice when you’d spoken and could tell something was up. 

You shook your head at him, moving to stare in front of you so that you didn’t have to look him in the eyes anymore. “That’s not what I meant, why are you forcing your company on me when I’m clearly not meeting you in the middle? Why are you even bothering with someone like me?”

“Someone like you? What does that mean?”

“I-” He was really going to make you point out the obvious? “We may live in the same building, but I can barely afford my rent, this was just the closest place I could get to my job.”

“I don’t care about your money,” he said, gaze sharpening on you.

“It’s not just that, you go out there and you save people every day, I make coffee and then collapse on my couch at the end of every night, that’s as exciting as my life gets.” You threw your hands up in the air, in a ‘this is me’ sort of gesture. Because it was you. Basic, simple, boring, you.

“Yeah, you also take care of your annoying neighbours who drink far too much and get stuck in front of your door,” he quarrelled, not backing down as easily as you wanted him to. In fact, he seemed to be getting quite annoyed with you, as though he didn’t like the way the way you were talking about yourself. 

“I only did that cause you were in front of my door,” you easily bounced back.

He shook his head, not believing you for a single second, which was fair, you hadn’t believed yourself when you said it either. “If that were the case then you wouldn’t have carried me all the way upstairs, got me into bed and made sure I was comfy, and made sure I had water and pain killers for the morning after.” He shuffled further onto the couch, and seemed to reach out to you before second-guessing himself and pulling his arm back. “Stop selling yourself short little bird, you’re a good person, you’re sweet, and I like that about you, enough to want to get to know you in every possible way.”

You stared at him, taking in his words and the tone he used, trying to gauge if he really meant it. Maybe he did. Maybe your charming, attractive, neighbour really did feel interested towards you. And maybe that was just about the craziest thing you’ve heard in a long time. “I’m not all that fun after a day shift, I’m probably going to go to bed soon.”

It was your last defence, but it barely had any foundation, the way you’d said the words had been so weak, almost as though your heart and body were fighting two different battles. Your mind is trying to convince you that spending any more time with your neighbour would just lead you to an unnecessary heartache, while your heart told you to take that leap of faith, to let him in.

“Have you eaten tea yet?” He asked, eyeing you up. The war was still going on, so you couldn’t decide on what the best thing would be to say. No you didn’t, but if you told him you had then he’d leave. Nothing came out of your mouth. “Did you even have lunch?” He continued, and still, you said nothing, cementing the decision in Hawks mind. He picked his phone back up, unlocking it and getting to work. “Right, well if you don’t tell me what you want I’m just gonna order every different kind of food I can find.”

You quickly reached out, not wanting him to waste all of his money and truly believing that the mad man would be willing to do something like that. “I like pizza,” you offered, your heart doing a little happy dance in your chest as you finally took that leap and opened yourself to whatever kind of relationship Hawks wanted to pursue with you.

“Me too,” he was grinning back at you, that look of happiness on his face more of a reward than the pizza would be. 

As he ordered the pizza, the two of you also worked on deciding what TV show to watch. He understood that you were tired and wouldn’t be up for much conversation, in fact he continued to reassure you that he was just happy to be there with you.

Eventually you decided on a comedy TV show that you’d both been wanting to watch, it was a big commitment, ten whole seasons. But still, you’d started it with Hawks, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be able to watch any more episodes without him.

As the night started out, you ate your pizza on different ends of the couch. Then, after eating, Hawks took your plates into the kitchen and when he returned he sat a bit closer. 

Two episodes later, he let out a yawn and laid his head on your lap.

“Comfy?” You’d joked, swallowing down your nerves at how close he now was to a certain body part which had been tingling ever since his arrival.

“Enough to fall asleep,” he mumbled as he grabbed a hold of your hand, moving it over to his hair. It was obvious what he wanted to do, and you couldn’t help yourself, the hair beneath your fingers was surprisingly soft. It was clearly windswept from all the flying he did, but he managed to keep it as fluffy as the clouds he flew through.

Hawks had trapped you with this. You grew too comfortable and then you fell asleep. Right there on the couch with your hand in his hair and his head on your lap. 

He’d looked up after you stopped petting him, ready to make some sort of banter, but when he saw you asleep he just smiled gently. He grabbed a hold of the remote to turn the TV off, then as gently as he possibly could, he lifted you up and carried you to bed. He accidentally walked into your bathroom at first, but he found your bedroom on his second go.

He laid you tenderly on to your bed, allowing his hand to sweep across the curve of your body as he dropped you down onto your pillows. You’d already been in your pj’s so he didn’t have as much a hard time as you did when you’d taken him to bed.

Your bed may not have been as large as his, but Hawks still had a hard time resisting getting into bed and cuddling up with you. 

He won (or lost, depending on your point of view) in the end and left you be. When you woke up a few hours later, it took you walking out to the kitchen before you realised that you must have fallen asleep on your neighbour. You were only reminded of your night together when you saw the small pile of dishes that Hawks had washed up and set to dry.

♥♥♥

“This doesn’t count,” Hawks said as he walked up towards you at the counter where you worked.

“What?” You asked, confused at his sudden appearance and the words he’d thrown at you. What happened to ‘hello’?

“I just need to ask you something really quickly,” he explained, though it didn’t really answer any of your questions. “I’ve been invited to a birthday party tonight, will you come with me?”

“Whose birthday?”

“You don’t know him, just a friend.” He waved his hand in the air. It was clear he was in a rush, his hands were tapping on the counter and his eyes kept looking back at the doorway. “Come on,” he whined, “you don’t want to make me go all alone do you, that wouldn’t be very neighbourly of you.”

You’d hung out twice since he first ambushed you in your own home and force fed you pizza, mostly you were just chilling out and watching your TV show but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t already very attached to Hawks. He knew exactly what to say to make you laugh, and even when he was being annoying, he was looking out for your best interest. He made sure you ate and drank plenty of water, and he had no issue with you passing out in the middle of a TV show, he just carried you to bed and then cleaned up any mess you guys had made.

And he’d never complained about being the one to clean up either. You guess you owed him for that.

“Fine, but you at least need to tell me the dress code,” you bargained before he could rush off and leave you panicking for the rest of the night.

“Fancy schmancy,” he responded.

“I’m a barista, I don’t own ‘fancy schmancy’,” you deadpanned back to him. 

“I can sort that out, maybe you can borrow one of my suits,” he replied, leaning down on the counter, head in hand as he looked at you with a dopey smile on his face. He’d started relaxing, despite the rush he’d felt earlier, it was just his body's natural response to you. When you didn’t respond back with a smile he just chuckled lowly. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get you an outfit sorted.”

“Why does that feel like it could end worse than if I just turned up in a potato sack?” You said, a sudden feeling of foreboding swooping over you.

He reached out, booping your nose, “because you worry too much.”

Mocking him, you reached out and booped his nose back, though he scrunched his face up and looked so adorable you lost your breath for your second. “You don’t worry enough.”

“I’ve just learned the right things to worry about,” he shrugged, straightening back up, obviously getting ready to leave. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, it doesn't matter what you wear. But seriously, let me take care of your outfit, it’s the least I could do after throwing this on you out of nowhere, and I promise to not put you in something gross.”

“Or something tiny,” you quickly inputted. What else could you say? He’d just said you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. You wanted to call him certifiably insane.

He put his hand on his chest, as though he was making a solemn promise. “I will try my best.”

You took a second to actually agree with him. You hated that he’d bought every meal so far and that he was offering to even buy you outfits, sure, he had money but you had pride too. You think he knew how uncomfortable you were with it, because he always tried to change things around so it seemed like he was paying you back, rather than just giving you something for free.

“Fine,” you mumbled.

Whatever guilt you felt over accepting his charity quickly disappeared when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your check. “‘Atta girl,” he whispered in your ear before jumping away from the counter and speed walking to the door. “See you tonight!”

♥♥♥

Hawks was going to be at yours soon, you knew that, you were very aware, but you were sitting on the edge of your bed staring at the dress you’d found on your doorstep. You’d finished readying your hair and was about to get the dress put on when you opened up the lid of the box and saw the gown contained in it.

It was beautiful, the exact same colour as Hawks’ wings. You knew that was probably purposeful but you didn’t care, it just made you that much giddier.

“Y/N?” Your charitable neighbour was right on time in fact, one glance at the clock on your wall told you he was actually ten minutes early. What you didn’t know was that he’d been ready an hour ago and spent his time pacing upstairs, resisting the urge to just go hang out with you earlier than planned. He didn’t want to seem too eager, and he figured being ten minutes earlier showed he was just good at being punctual rather than just being desperate to see you.

“Two seconds, I need to finish getting the dress on.” You called out, shaking your head and deciding to just get in it. Sure, you felt like your skin was tainting it despite having showered thoroughly beforehand. Even the material was softer than anything you’d ever felt before. You were far too poor to be wearing a dress like that.

“Do you like it?” He asked, remaining outside the door.

“It’s gorgeous,” you replied, doing little hops around your bedroom as you pulled it up. Once the shoulder straps were in place, you let your hands trail down the poofy skirt, noticing the embroidered feather pattern that had been sewn in. Another beautiful reminder of the beautiful man who had gotten you this dress. “Don’t know about the colour though.”

“Really? The colour is my favourite part.” Hawks responded.

“I could have guessed that,” you chuckled. Taking one last look in the mirror you decided you’d do. You weren’t a model, you’d never be stunning. Despite what Hawks had said earlier when he’d asked you to go to the party, you weren’t the most beautiful girl in the world, you weren’t even second, or hundredth. But that was okay, because your dress was the most beautiful dress in the world.

You opened up the front door for Hawks, spinning around and pointing at your back. “Zip me up?”

“Whoa, whoa,” he chanted, hands moving to grip your waist so he could turn your back to face him, smiling at your confused expression. “You can’t just reveal all this goodness and not give me a chance to stare.” After his eyes roamed over the front of you, he pushed at your hips again, making you spin around. A giggle escaped you despite your best efforts to try to stay calm and cool. “I was wrong earlier,” he continued, “you’re something more than beautiful, I don’t think a word exists for you yet.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you responded, shaking your head at him. Even if you wanted to deny him, his words still tore through your skin and nestled into your heart. You knew they’d stay there through the next few weeks or so, thriving. 

“You’re still cute,” he retorted with a cut wrinkle of his nose.

“Thought I was ‘more than beautiful’,” you argued, finding it easier to joke than take the conversation as seriously as Hawks seemed to be.

“You’re both,” he shrugged with ease, squeezing your hips in a way that you guessed was meant to be reassuring. 

“Noted,” you said, because that’s all you really could say. Until you looked at him, truly taking in the all black suit he wore. It was clearly tailor made, hugging his body in all the right places. “You look really handsome.”

“Thanks.” He grinned down at you. “See, that’s how you take a compliment.”

You just rolled your eyes at him before turning away. “Thank you for the lesson, now, my zip?”

“Of course.” He stepped close, maybe a little too close considering all he needed to do was zip up the back of your dress. But you weren't about to push him away, not when the heat of his body was warming up yours so deliciously, making you feel so safe. His head, which was bent downward so he could look down at the zip, bumped against yours. “You smell good too.” Shamelessly, Hawks let his nose drift down to your neck. 

You were starting to think he had some sort of obsession with that spot on your body, it was where he’d first touched you at the start of your friendship, and he always seemed to go back there like a moth to a flame.

“Hawks…” You weren’t sure if you were about to ask him something or maybe beg him, the words got lost as his hands gripped tighter at your waist the moment you whispered his name in that husky tone. 

He hummed as he let his nose stroke the curve of your neck one more time before pulling away, “we better get to the car before I drag you up to my place and lock you inside my bedroom.”

“Yeah, of course.” The words came out as a squeak, unable to read from Hawks’ expression if he was joking or not because he moved too quickly, pulling you out of your apartment and taking you down the stairs, not letting you see his face at all.

“We can do that later,” he continued on, sounding quite cheerful over the prospect. 

You didn’t respond. You would have agreed quite eagerly, but you still weren’t sure if he was joking or not, and your pride wouldn’t let you come across as too eager. 

When you got downstairs, he moved over to a large fancy black car and opened up the door for you. Once you slipped inside, he moved in close to you, doing his best to not let his wings get in the way. You could understand why he normally chose to fly over getting stuffed in a car.

As the car set off, things started to become a bit more real for you. You were on your way to the kind of effort where you needed to dress as nicely as you and Hawks were. You were used to just going to bars whenever it was one of your friends birthdays, nothing like this.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said, noticing how rigid you became as soon as the car started moving.

“Yes I do.” You chose to be honest, trusting Hawks enough with that. “This is all normal for you so you don’t get it.”

Proving why he was chosen to be number two hero, he paused to take in your words, nodding as they sunk in. “You’re not wrong, maybe I am numb to it, but I’m still here for you and I’m still going to do everything I can to make sure you have a good night.” He reached out, taking your hand into his and you found yourself grateful for the contact. 

“I appreciate that, Hawks.” What did you do so right? To have a man like Hawks, a number two hero full of charm and good looks and the kindest of hearts, want to be around you, supporting you, letting you thrive? In your past life you must have been a saint.

“What do you give a sick bird?”

“Excuse me?” You questioned, unsure where the words came from and what they had to do with what you’d just been talking about.

“A tweet-ment.” Hawks laughed harder than you did at his own joke, though a few chuckles did escape you, mostly at the ridiculousness of him throwing out a bird joke.

“That was awful,” you cringed, nose wrinkling in a way that immediately had Hawks leaning over and booping you. That seemed to be another one of Hawks’ favourite things to do.

No matter how much you protested, he continued to tell you more bird jokes. You wanted to say you were surprised by how many jokes he made, but you weren’t all that surprised. This was Hawks. Of course there was a special part of his brain saved exclusively for bird jokes.

You were laughing so hard you barely noticed when you reached the house where the party was held- wait, no, it wasn’t a house at all. Your eyes bulged as you took in the mansion you’d parked in front of. Outside there were multiple banners which all had an image of the one hero you’d always be a minute to recognise.

Your hand that was cradling Hawks turned into a vice-like grip. “Hold on a minute, this is Best Jeanist’s birthday party?”

“Oh great, you do know him,” Hawks said, as though it were just some lucky coincidence.

You glowered over at him. “You know I know him, we spoke about him the first time we met.”

A single look of ‘oops, I got caught’ flashed across his face before he covered it in a cheesy smile. “Aw, you remembered,” he feigned adoration as he pressed his free hand against his heart.

“Hawks.” It was a single word, just his name, but you’d pushed enough seriousness into it that it broke through his charade. 

“I knew if I told you, you’d freak out and talk yourself out of coming,” he admitted, giving your hand a squeeze, though it was more to comfort himself. He then gave you another determined love, recovering from the moment of insecurity quickly and easily, a trait of his you wished you could share in. “It’s not a big deal, everyone here are friends, not heroes.”

“But they are heroes, Hawks, big time heroes, I’m a nobody.” 

You knew you’d made a mistake when you finished your sentence and Hawks was glaring straight at you. He shuffled closer until he was crowding into your space. It wasn’t yours anymore, it was his. 

“You’re my girl,” he asserted, hand tipping up your jaw so you could look into his eyes and see just how much he meant that. The look of seriousness softened as he continued, “please, just give it an hour and if you hate it then I promise we’ll leave.”

Who were you to argue with that? The number two hero had claimed you, and promised you safety. That claiming was all you could really think about so you let him drag you out of the car and into the building, his arm soon wrapping around your waist as you walked together.

“Jeanist!” Your neighbour called out, making you jump a little as he pulled you from your stupor, changing the directory that you were walking in. The only reason you didn’t fall over was because of Hawks grip around you.

“Hello, Hawks,” the famous fashion-designer-slash-superhero greeted, his eyes soon moving over to you, “ah, you must be the girl who’s got our number two hero acting like a love drunk puppy.”

“That’s her,” Hawks admitted unabashedly.

“Uh, hi, happy birthday.” You were nervous and despite your best attempts, the shakiness showed in your voice. Jeanist was stylish and intense, even when he was in a relaxed setting he seemed to uphold that.

“Thank you, do you like the dress?” He asked, waving his hand graciously, “It’s not my best work but Hawks limited me on what I could do, still, you make it look lovely.”

“Y-your dress? You made this dress.” You blinked up at him. Head empty, just thoughts about the fact that you were in a custom Best Jeanist dress. “You made this dress.” You couldn’t stop repeating it, you looked over to Hawks and said it one more time, just for good measure. “Best Jeanist made this dress.”

You realised you were starting to act like Becky had and tried to pull your fragmented mind back together but ohmygodyouwerewearingafreakingbestjeanistdress.

“He did, but you look so good in that dress, you make it your own,” Best Jeanist replied, unbothered by your fangirl antics, he was profusely used to it by that point in his career.

“He’s not wrong,” Hawks agreed, squeezing you slightly, a proud look on his face.

“Thank you,” you responded, “thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” he nodded coolly, “if you don’t mind I need to finish making the rounds.”

“No worries, have a nice night,” Hawks said and you were glad he was able to speak civilly to the hero, you were still too awestruck to carry a normal conversation.

“You too, don’t try to have another drinking competition with Endeavour, please.” Those were Best Jeanist’s last words to Hawks as he strolled away to a group that was standing in the corner. You recognised one of them as Mt. Lady, a hero who had caught everyone's eyes (she was too big to miss sometimes) because of the way she dominated a battlefield and how good she looked as she did it.

You looked over at HAwks, wondering if he’d become entranced by any of the other beautiful heroes that surrounded you but he was still just looking at you, a content smile on his lips, the exact same smile he’d wear when he rested with his head on your lap.

That smile meant a lot to you. You didn’t realise until that moment, but the fact that he gifted you that smile was continuous proof that he not only wanted to be around you, but he enjoyed it.

Together with Hawks you make your own way around the gala, saying hello to everyone whilst you did your best not to get star struck.

Eventually you did bump into Endeavour and it took everything in you not to ask the man for an autograph. He was curt and polite, keeping the conversation short. Once he left, you revealed to Hawks that Endeavour was always your favourite as a kid. What you weren’t expecting was how excited that made Hawks become as he revealed Endeavour was also his favourite, this led to the two of you finding a spot in the hall and swapping stories of your favourite Endeavour rescues or fights.

“He’s so cool,” Hawks said with a dreamy sigh.

“Yeah,” you agreed, leaning back in your chair, “but, I don’t know, another hero has caught my eye lately, I might have a new favourite.”

He kisses your hand, but it’s obvious from the heated look that he wants to do more. You wanted him to do more. You weren’t sure when that move from neighbours to more had occurred, but you weren’t hating it either.

You liked the way Hawks made you feel, and you liked him. Not just his looks, but his personality, his charm, his cuddliness and even his bird jokes. 

“Want to dance?” He eventually asked.

“Sure.” You both left your drinks on the table, taking to the dance floor where an upbeat, but slow, melody was being played by a band. Falling into Hawks’ arms, letting him wrap his arms around you, was easy. He’d spent so much time with you, touching your body in little ways, that being this close didn’t feel intimidating at all, it was natural.

Together, you swayed, your chin resting on his shoulder while he leaned his head back against yours.

Pushing a bit closer, he nuzzled your neck before whispering in your ear. “So, we’re up to date five now, how would you say I am doing?”

“Date five?” You queried, eyebrows coming together as a look of confusion passed your expression. Was this a date? When did date one, two, three and four, happen?

“Yeah,” He leaned back, removing one hand from around your waist so he could hold it up and begin counting on his fingers, “breakfast after we met, lunch date at the cafe, takeaway and TV shows yesterday and two nights ago, think that's five.”

“Those were dates?”

He gave a firm nod. “You said I needed to take you out ten times if I hoped to have a chance with you.”

It took you a moment to recognise what he was talking about. Then it clicked, that was what you’d said to him in a moment of angry passion after you’d stopped him from trying to kiss you whilst being far too inebriated. It had been a joke though, just a throw away statement to get him to stop pestering you. Yet, in the end, it had only gotten him to pester you more, not that you weren’t grateful for that. 

“You remembered that?” You asked, feeling a lot of emotions. Shock, awe, adoration.

“Can’t forget it, you were being all bossy and cute,” he chuckled lowly. Hiding behind all that jokiness was nerves though, you saw it in the way his eyes seemed to roam over your expression, trying to read your emotions. You felt it in the fingers that were digging into your hips, stopping you from making a run from it, not that you wanted to.

“And you… you’d be willing to do five more? You’d want to hang out that much, knowing there’s no reward for you?” It seemed like such a silly question, but you felt the need to ask it anyway. All this time you’d been nervous, thinking that he was wasting both of your time, that he didn’t want anything to do with you later, but how could you say that when he was putting so much effort into getting to know you? So much effort into getting to be with you?

“I’m very much hoping for a reward, but yeah, I would, I do actually like hanging out with you.”

That was it, there was no stopping you as you pulled him down to you and slammed your lips against his. There was so much neediness coming from you as your hands dug into his hair, normally your pride would have stopped you from doing this but you couldn’t help yourself. This man wanted to know you, he wanted to hang out with you, he wanted to be with you.

Even if it was just for ten stupid dates, it was the most effort anyone has put into getting to know you, and you were honoured to even be in this angel’s presence. 

Once you pulled away, you were gasping for air. Hawks was exactly the same, which made that fire in you become even more consuming. You wanted him. No, you needed him.

“I don’t think I can make it to our tenth date, Hawks.”

He leaned forward, nipping at your lip. “Is that so?” For the first time since you entered the party, he wasn’t smiling at you, he was entranced by your mouth.

“Please.” That was the magic word, as Hawks moved his hands from your waist, taking your hands and beginning to guide you out of the building.

Once outside, he surrounded you. “Do you trust me?” Without hesitation you nodded, he smiled at that, letting his fingers trace your jawline. He was touching you so much now. You imagined this was what he’d really been wanting to do every time you hung out. “Need your words, pretty girl.”

“Yes, I trust you,” you confirmed, feeling breathless.

But you didn’t really know the meaning of breathless until he began to fly up into the sky with you in his arms, you wrapped your limbs tightly around him, feeling the wind push against your hair.

This was what Hawks got to feel every day, and he was sharing that part of it with you. You let out a little scream, but it was obviously filled with more joy than terror. Though you couldn’t hear him because of the wind whipping past your ears, you felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest which he’d pinned you tightly against.

You made it to Hawks' apartment building in record time, almost as though flying was quicker than dealing with the city traffic. He didn’t drop you from his arms, still holding you tightly, unwilling to let you leave his side. You landed on his patio and he led the both of you into his large kitchen/living room before guiding you into his bedroom, where it all started between the two of you.

Much like the first time you’d been in there, his lips fell down to your neck, teeth immediately grazing your skin. “Want to mark you up, make you mine,” he mumbled, voice trembling with the same lust that vibrated through your body and on your skin.

“Do it,” you responded with zero hesitation, this was the first time you’d been sure of him and what you both wanted. “Need you, Hawks.”

“Keigo,” he mumbled, and at first it sounded like a bunch of noise.

“Huh?” You pulled on his hair, pulling him away from your neck and earning a whine from the eager biter.

“Keigo,” he repeated, “it’s my real name, if you’re going to moan anything, let it be that.”

“Keigo,” you repeated, liking the way it felt in your mouth. You knew there would be other parts of Keigo that felt just as nice in your mouth as well. But you would get to that, tonight you were desperate for all of him and you’d feast on him soon, but you wanted to feel him inside you. Needed it. Needed that connection with him. “Screw five more dates, fuck me, Keigo.” You weren’t used to being so bold but you managed to get the words out, even whilst a blush covered your cheeks.

He didn’t respond at first, laying you down with a gentleness he was not offering to your neck. He continued working his way around your neck, then down to your breast. Sucking, biting, licking. He was giving you every glorious sensation that he could with his mouth and it had your hips rising into the air, desperate to feel the same friction he’d started treating your breast with. 

You aimed your hips up, managing to rub against his crotch, feeling his hardness pressed up against his pants. You moaned unabashedly. “Please, need you.”

He growled, pushing your dress down so he could bite down on one of your nipples, earning another noise of pleasure from you. He continued nibbling as he pushed his hard dick against your crotch, your clothes messily piled up in your centre. If you weren’t so desperate, you would have taken the time to take them off but there simply wasn’t any time for that.

Then, Keigo pulled away entirely. You reached out, managing only to grab onto his biceps. 

“I’m not fucking you tonight,” he explained, “I’m sticking to my word, I’ll prove to you I’m a gentlemen worthy of your cunt.”

“I don’t care about that anymore, please,” you whined out, beginning to claw at him, trying to pull him closer. You saw the smirk on his face, saw how much he was enjoying it, but you simply didn’t care. You were so desperate, already on the edge, already soaked, just from the way he’d claimed you as his with those love bites.

He leaned forward, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your lips. “It’ll be okay baby, you never said anything about kisses, so I just need to kiss you in the right place.”

His words didn’t click in your head until he began to lower himself down your body. Down where no man had gone before. “Hawks, wait-”

He snapped back up so his face was in front of yours, hand cupping your jaw as a growl slipped past his teeth, “Keigo.” He reminded you of his name and then kissed you hard, imprinting the name in your mind in the same way he kissed you so hard, you’d always feel the phantom pain of him against you. 

When he pulled away, he took all of your thoughts with him. You let him take his pants off, earning a ‘good girl’ when you didn’t put up any more fight. You watched him go down, bunching up your dress so he could take in all of your perfection. 

Tonight was not the night for gentleness, it was all about feeding a hunger that had been growing over the past five dates.

His tongue immediately lashed at your clit, his mouth following and sucking you up. Your hips rocked up automatically, the new sensation almost bringing you to orgasm. He placed one arm across your waist, holding you down onto the bed so you couldn’t get away from him, so he could properly feast on you.

“Keigo!” His tongue trailed up and down from your hole to your clit then back down, stretching inside of you, filling you up. 

“You taste so good baby,” he whined out, mouth never leaving you.

He was going all in, holding nothing back, eating out your cunt and tasting your sweet nectar like it was his next meal. 

You weren’t afforded any time to be shy about how animalistic he was being, you were just a meal after all, all you needed to do was lay there and look pretty and take the lashings from his tongue.

It was a punishment and the greatest gift you’ve ever been given. 

You rolled off the edge as dramatically as an avalanche fell from a mountain, your whole body quaking as fireworks went off inside of you, all centering at your core where he didn’t bother slowing. He rode you just as hard as you did your orgasm, his tongue never ceasing its movements. You weren’t sure when his fingers joined but they were piercing in and out of you at a speed that only the fastest superhero alive could manage to give you.

You wished you could see his face, see the way your mess covered his face, but that was the price you paid for not taking the time out to remove your dress. Next time, you told yourself.

And there would be a next time.

Soon enough the fireworks were becoming too much and you couldn’t help the full body twitches. “Keigo, please, too much.”

You managed to move up to your elbows so you could see a bit more of him, you couldn’t see his face still, but you could see his hips and how they were rutting into the bed, trying to get as much friction as they could. 

He needed to cum, and who were you to take that away from him?

You decided you wanted to be the girl who gave it to him instead.

Reaching out you tugged at his hair, earning another groan before he nuzzled deeper into your cunt, causing you to let out a groan of your own.

“Keigo, please, I want kisses,” you tried to keep your tone sweet, but it was hard with how torn your throat had become from all the whining you’d done previously.

Still, your words had their desired effect and he finally released your oversensitive clit from his lips. Wasting no time, he raised up and crawled over you, pinning you back down on the bed and pressing his lips on yours.

You tasted yourself on him and you didn’t care, it just made you wetter, knowing that it was your taste on his tongue. Knowing it was your nectar he’d gotten drunk on.

Moving your hips slowly so you didn’t surprise him, you raised them up and stroked yourself against the crotch of his pants. He was even harder than before, which you thought was impossible. Beneath his clothes, his cock was stuck against his right leg, and when you rubbed against it, on instinct he met your thrusts.

You moved your head to the side, letting your lips trail up his jaw as you rubbed against him again, purposefully going slow, teasing him, unravelling his mind the same way he had done yours.

“Use me, Keigo.”

The whine that followed your words was absolutely pathetic, but he did as you asked, beginning to thrust harder, rubbing against your leg, using you to get the release he so desperately needed.

His head fell back into the crook of your neck, his favourite place. “Fuck,” he whimpered, moving faster and faster, unable to get enough. He never would, not until he felt your cunt wrapped around his cock.

“That’s it, good boy,” you praised, feeling him begin to press harder. “Cum for me.”

He seemed to get what you were doing and he quickly tried to take charge, his hand taking its place around your neck, the perfect collar. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, little bird?”

“You want my cum so badly don’t you? Want me to paint your insides?” Every word was interrupted by a harsh breath as he worked himself against you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head despite how hard he was trying to stay in control.

“Yeah, yes, I want it Keigo, please.” You weren’t even sure what you were saying, you just knew you needed him to cum and would say whatever you had to, to get him there.

He couldn’t last much longer, your heat against him tugging him over that edge. His hips continued to rut against you as he came again and again, filthying his pants for you.

All for you.

The two of you laid in the glow of what you’d just done for several moments. You were filthy, sweaty, out of breath, but vibrant with orgasmic bliss. 

His full weight was on top of you and it still wasn’t enough, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer and he began to leave sweet kisses on the bruises he’d covered you in. Once he’d given tender love to each individual one, he finally rose up. 

When he stood, you took in just how much of a perfect mess you’d made him into. His suit was crumpled and there was an obvious stain on his pants. His hair looked as messy as it usually did though.

He moved over to the drawers across from his bed, wordlessly opening it and beginning to dig through what was inside.

You began to realise it was over, and you had no idea what to do with yourself. Did you just go downstairs to your room? Was that it, just wait until the next date. Awkwardness began to mix in with your sweat, the smile on your face melting into a frown as you tried to figure out what was the best next set of actions.

Suddenly, your vision was covered by a fabric. Pulling it off your face, you realised it was one of Keigo’s shirts, and a pair of underwear followed, landing in your lap. 

“You can go use the en suite to get cleaned up, I’ll use the bathroom down the hall,” Keigo said, turning to face you with a change of clothes for himself in his hands. “Then, we cuddle.”

He said it so matter-of-factly, as though the decision was already made, and you had no issue with that.

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Friendzone ♥ Bakugo Katsuki

Prompt: It wasn’t just a one off for me; it was me hoping you’d see the connection

Word Count: 3.6k

Triggers: No spice, just fluff, some explosive behavior and naughty words

Author Note: Hi guys! This is my first ever post on this blog, I’d really appreciate some feedback. I’d also love it if you sent me some requests, check out this pinned post to see what anime’s I write for and find a very big prompt list

This is an unedited piece so apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes

Being Bakugo’s longest friend comes with its own perks, at least in your eyes.

You and Bakugo had existed together for as long as you can remember, your mother was best friends with his and they’d ended up getting pregnant around the same time which meant you went through school together. You followed one another to UA as well, and there was no doubt you’d start a Hero agency together, or at least share the same building… Maybe just the same street, depending on how overbearing Bakugo is with you.

You and him were petals flying in the same gust of wind, there was no questioning it, you were simply together.

That didn’t mean you avoided his wrath, you probably got it more than anyone actually, that was only because he knew you could handle it and even match against him.

But you also got all of his softness, it wasn’t as loud as his rage and it made itself apparent in ways most people missed, but not you, you were Bakugo’s best friend, your soul attuned to his.

His quiet softness appeared when he always rushed ahead of you to open a door for you, and when he’d stop mid sentence and kneel down to take care of your undone shoelace, or when he’d always step closer to you and wrap his arm around your shoulders because a stranger had gotten too close to you (or Mineta, but Bakugo normally kicked the little perv away before he got the chance to get too close to you).

There was only one time his softness became loud and that was at night.

You’d taken the UA move into the dorms as bravely as you could, but after a week you were homesick. The longest you’d ever stayed away from your parents was when you had a sleepover at Bakugo’s, that was usually only for one or two nights, plus, it was only a trip down the road.

You struggled with falling asleep and it didn’t take long for Bakugo to notice the change in you. The same day he finally clocked on to the bags under your eyes and the invisible weight slumping your shoulders, he snuck into your room that night.

As he got into your bed you asked what he was doing and he respectfully told you to ‘shut your face’. The next thing you knew, he’d wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his chest, then his hand was running through your hair and sleep came so easily it swept you as easily as he had swept you into his arms. He hadn’t cured your homesickness, he’d done something much better than that, he’d given you a new place to call home.

That was also the night when the lines between friendship and something more started to get blurry. He was still your best friend, still protective and caring, still a pain in the arse. But suddenly, his hand always found its way into yours, his arm always around your shoulder even when no one else was around. And every single night, without fail, he came to your dorm room and snuggled up with you, petting your head before falling asleep.

You did try speaking to him about it once, but it didn’t go very well.

A month had gone by of him sleeping in your dorm room. Once it got to the weekend, you and Bakugo went for your routine coffee which you treated yourselves to every Saturday as a ‘well done’ for making it through another week of high school and surviving all the villian attacks. 

You got a caramel latte while he went for a black coffee, after getting your drinks Bakugo walked you over to a table with his hand on your back and pulled out your chair before sitting down.

“So,” you began, and then you stumbled on what to say so you just blew on your latte to cool it down.

It had never been like this with Bakugo before, so stilted and awkward. He seemed to be noticing the tension as well as he stared down at you with a raised brow. “So?”

“So…” You tried to start again, tried to push through your awkwardness. “Are sleepovers a regular thing now?”

His whole body tensed, but that was the only sigh he gave that your question had affected him. “Yeah, that a problem?”

Yes, you wanted to say.

Yes, it was a big problem, because even after a month you got excited whenever it got to night time and your heart fluttered every single time he wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you so tightly against his body, as if to say ‘you are mine, and you’re not going anywhere’. You were 90% sure those weren’t feelings friends were meant to have for one another.

But, at the same time, the thought of losing that, losing him, was too painful.

You shook your head. “No, not a problem.”

“Then stop acting weird, you’re freaking me out,” he snapped, no real bite to his words. There never was.

That was that. You and Bakugo were still best friends, still hung out, still argued and every night, no matter what kind of day you’d had, you cuddled up together and fell asleep.

It became the new norm, as did living with your brewing emotions.

Until you and the gang had all decided to play a game together one night.

You and Bakugo could have only lasted so long, one of you would have broken eventually, you were just surprised at who broke first.

♥♥♥

You laughed along with Kirishima as Denki did his best opera impression, the noise filling up every crevice in the room and making you cringe to the point your teeth were grinding together.

On your other side was Bakugo, one hand covering his ear, the other resting on your bicep as his arm wrapped around your shoulder. 

“Will you shut up already?!” He yelled. Whilst you’d been coping with Denki’s singing, you did have to lean away from your friends as he yelled directly in your ear. Once he finished, he sent you an apologetic look and then used the arm around your shoulder to pull you closer.

“I caaaaaan’t!” Kaminari sang with a dramatic swing of his hands, “I was daared too serenade the ever-so-lovely Jiroooooooooouuuuuu.”

“She also wants you to shut up, moron,” Jirou hissed. Her words made it out like she was angry, but the blush on her cheeks and the fact she couldn’t look Kaminari in the eyes made you think she was feeling something else other than anger. Though, you may have just been projecting. 

“Fine,” Kaminari huffed, arms flopping down at his side as he finished his performance. He gave you and your friends the gift of perfectly serene silence, for all of three seconds before he straightened up and pointed a finger directly at Bakugo. “As it’s now my turn, I choose you, Bakugo, to be my next victim.” 

The hothead smirked, and you hated the way your stomach flipped at the sight of it. “I’m no one's victim, do your worst Sparky.”

The night had escalated after Mina had proposed a game of ‘truth or dare’, but you had an awful feeling stirring in your stomach when you saw the devious glint in Kaminari’s eye. You knew whatever Bakugo got given, he had too much pride to bow out.

“Truth or dare,” Kaminari asked.

“Stupid question, dare,” Bakugo replied.

“I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

You were the first to move, before Kaminari had even finished his sentence, you were up on your feet, putting space between you and Bakugo. “No, no, no,” you laughed, noticing it sounded more strained than joyful. “Absolutely not.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to?” Mina asks, her tone teasing. You’d been asked a million and one times if there was something more between you and Bakugo by your fellow students. It looks like no matter how many times you say no, they just don’t believe you.

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” you gruffed, doing your best Bakugo impression as you scowled over at Mina.

You take another step back as Bakugo stands up turning to face you, that usual frown playing on his lips and a surprising amount of determination in his eyes.

You’d seen that look before. The day he decided you were both becoming heroes, the day you decided to go to UA. That look only ever appeared whenever he decided something monumental and life changing. Normally you were filled with excitement when you saw that look in his eyes. Not on that night.

“What are you doing?” You asked whilst taking another step back. It became a new game for you and Bakugo, he took a step forward and you took a step back. Unfortunately, the wall behind you was closer than you realised and the next thing you knew, Bakugo was standing right there, centimeters from your face.

You’ve stood that close before, plenty of times, but never before had you been so aware of his body, of the heat emanating from him. When you looked into his eyes, you saw them solely focused on your lips.

He wanted to kiss you, wanted to break that line between friends and something more.

Is that what you wanted? You weren’t sure and Bakugo wasn’t giving you much choice as he grabbed your face and pulled your lips towards his, the momentum slamming the two of you together.

It started rash and rough, which wasn’t all that much of a surprise as this was Bakugo you were kissing. But then it hit you, the most achingly beautiful thing about every moment you’ve spent with Bakugo, his quiet softness.

The way he moved his lips against yours, guiding you rather than demanding you. It had you melting against him, your hands searching out his chest to relax on, your body leaning on his for support.

His own hands had fallen to your neck, his palm resting on your pulse point while his thumb stroked encouragingly against your jaw, gently moving the angle of your face so that he could explore your mouth further.

You would have given up a lot in that moment if it meant you could stay there in that embrace. Screw the line, it was boring. This, Bakugo’s lips, were exciting and awe-inspiring. He was everything, he was your everything.

“Alright kids, time for bed,” Aizawa appeared out of nowhere, or at least you hoped he had. If he’d watched you fall apart in Bakugo’s arms the way you just did, you weren’t sure how you’d face him in your next class.

You were meant to be a superhero, a badass, but when Bakugo pulled away from you, your lips tried to follow him and a whimper escaped before you could stop it.

You watched him take in your expression, you weren’t in control of it, too taken by how good it had felt to kiss your est friend and how shocked you were by how much you wanted to do it again. At best, you imagined there was a hazy and dim look in your eyes.

That determined look was still fiery in his eyes as he straightened you up so you weren’t leaning completely on his body. Then with a slight nod of his head and one more glance into your eyes, he said the very last thing you expected: “Talk to you tomorrow.”

You blinked at his retreating figure, so many questions floating through your mind as you watched him meander his way to the boys dorm rooms.

‘Talk to you tomorrow’? What did that mean? Surely it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to come to your room later? Right?

♥♥♥

That bastard wasn’t coming to your room. It would be the first night in months that you didn’t have him, and he’d decided it needed to be after he kissed you. He got you hooked and then took away your addiction.

Well screw him. He didn’t get to just do that, not to you.

There was a reason you were best friends for that long, because you could be just as explosive as him when you wanted to be.

The fact that you needed to sneak to his room ruined your ire a little bit, especially when you had to gently tap on his door when what you really wanted to do was knock the damn thing off of its hinges.

A few moments later a tired looking Bakugo appeared. It was well after ten O’clock at night so it didn’t surprise you to see a sleepy expression on your best friend, he was very strict about his sleeping routine and the conditions that he needed when sleeping. You didn’t mind most of the time because it just helped you fall asleep as well.

One rule you’d both always followed was to never go to sleep angry with one another, it stopped you from being able to fall asleep quickly, the anxious thoughts keeping you awake, and Bakugo obviously wouldn’t stand for that when his beauty sleep was much more important..

“What are you doing here Y/N?”

Not bothering to respond, you pushed past Bakugo, earning no resistance from your best friend who often let you have your way. Up until your kiss, you hadn’t though much about why.

“It’s bed time.” You simply answered, shuffling onto Bakugo’s bed and settling yourself on the side furthest from the door. That was Bakugo’s rule, not yours. He wanted to be close to the door in case someone tried to break in and he needed to protect you, when he’d confessed that to you, you’d just rolled your eyes at him.

He continued eyeing you as you moved the comforter over your knees, you met his stare head on, refusing to back down. “Exactly, both of us should be asleep, not knocking on my door.”

“Well I wouldn’t have to knock on your door if you’d come to my room, you know, like every other night,” you sassed back.

He averted his eyes from yours, something had flashed in them though before he’d turned away. Was it hurt? Or shame? “Well I guess things have changed now.”

“And that’s my fault?” It certainly felt like it was. You were the one losing your best friend, even though he’d been the one who’d kissed you. It was unfair, you’d been safely balancing on the line for years, not reacting at all to the way he’d make you feel sometimes. But now he was messing it all up!

He scoffed again at your words, just fuelling your rage. “Did I say it was?!”

“You kissed me Bakugo, then you just walked away and told me you’d speak to me tomorrow? I’ve been your best friend since the day I was born, I deserve better than that.” You were getting so passionate you’d started speaking with your hands, throwing your arms out and slamming your hands against your chest. 

Your former best friend (at least for now) took several moments to take in your words, then he started walking over and you prepared yourself to get manhandled. Instead, he flumped down on his side of the bed, still not looking at you. “You’re right.”

“No, you shut up! Wait, what? I’m right?” He said you were right? Those were rare words form your best friend, you’d totally been prepared to have a screaming match with him, thats how your arguments usually went. You weren’t sure if this was some new tactic to try win arguments with you, so you chose to stick with being defensive. “Yeah, I am right! Glad we’re in agreement.”

Finally he looked at you. “Will you quieten down? Someone will hear you’re in here.” Those his words were aggressive, there was nothing on his expression that showed he was angry with you. He looked upset more than anything else. For some people it might have been hard to tell the difference, but you read his every feature like it was your favourite book. 

So he wasn’t angry with you. Anger would make more sense than that upset expression on his face. You couldn’t figure out a reason for why he’d be upset, unless the kiss had been that bad? No, you realised, if it was bad then you definitely would have known, even if Bakugo didn’t tell you, you’d have been able to read it from his body if he’d not enjoyed it.

“The fact you of all people are telling me to quiet my voice is very laughable, I hope you know that,” you commented. Your voice had gone softer, the anger being swept away like the tide.

“Funny.” He responded, in a tone that held no amusement. He seemed to take a moment to do a deep breath before he continued to speak, finally explaining himself but still not looking you in the eyes. “I thought maybe you’d want space after I kissed you, I know it’s going to change things, I know how I want things to change, but I wanted to give you time to figure out what you wanted.”

“What do you mean?” You knew what he meant. You’d been thinking the exact same thing, but the difference is you weren’t as brave as Bakugo was. You needed him to continue being brave, because you couldn’t just step over that line, you needed his guidance. No, you needed reassurance that he’d be stepping over that line with you.

Maybe he knew that’s why you asked, maybe he heard it hidden behind your nervousness, despite you not saying it. He finally looked up and he even reached out, grabbing your hand in his. “It wasn’t just a one off for me; it was me hoping you’d see the connection.” 

You looked from his hand in yours to his eyes, he was analysing you just as much as he was analysing you. “So you want to be like, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, and it was almost laughable at how nice he was being to you in that moment. Of course, as soon as you thought that he had to go ruin it. “I mean, we pretty much are already, you’re always hanging off my arm and cuddling up to me at night, only difference is we’d be kissing, and you weren’t that bad.”

The thing is, you liked his backhanded comments, because you knew they were always just compliments disguised. He wasn’t loud with his kindness, and that worked well for you. He was loud with everything else, and nine out of ten times, it amused you.

So even then, as he tried to blame you for all the cuddling you’d been doing together even though he’d been the one who started every interaction, you were completely and utterly charmed. Whilst you may have said ‘so you want to be like, boyfriend and girlfriend?’ He had heard ‘I’m scared you’re not thinking this through and we might be risking our friendship’. And whilst he’s said a load of hot air, you heard ‘you’re who I choose, you’re worth every risk’.

“Uh huh,” you hummed in response. “Ask me.”

He blinked over at you. “What?”

A prideful look that matched Bakugo’s filled your expression as your stature straightened slightly. “You want to date me, then you need to ask me to be your girlfriend.”

“You’re a real pain in my arse, Y/N,” he groaned, letting go of your hand and flopping down on his bed beside you.

“Back at you.” You got comfortable beside him, snuggling under the blanket and turning to face him.

He was looking up at the ceiling. “Be my girlfriend.”

You frowned at that. Did he really think you’d agree so easily? Had he forgotten who his best friend is. “You gonna say please?”

Turning around, his arm automatically fell onto your waist. “You want to be my girlfriend, I don’t need to say please.”

“It’s polite Bakugo.” You admonished.

“After all these years we’ve been friends, you still don’t know I don’t care about manners, they’re just a waste of time.”

“Guess being your girlfriend would be a waste of my time then,” you tutted. 

“Whatever. I’m done with this shit, I’m going to bed.”

“Fine.” Your words were terse but you didn’t budge an inch, comfortable in his hold.

“Fine!” He yelled, showing just how much you’d riled him up. You’d lying if you said it didn’t make you smile.

“Will you stop yelling? They might figure out I’m in here,” you hissed, mirroring his earlier words because you apparently weren’t done with pissing off your best friend.

His arm raised from around your waist to your shoulders, until he was shoving your face into your chest. “Shut up,” he hissed, smothering you. You slapped your hand against his chest three times before he relaxed.

Neither of you said anything, just fermenting in your annoyance towards one another for a little while before it faded. Anytime you argued with Bakugo, it would always fade, the feelings of anger or disdain taking off their mask and revealing themselves as something else, normally frustration. 

Because you loved him, a lot, and you hated fighting with him. It was a difficult thing to avoid when you were both so spirited sometimes, but it didn’t matter, because that love you had for him was stronger than anything else.

It seemed Bakugo agreed with you as his hand lowered back down to your waist, crawling under your vest. He didn’t need his powers, just his touch had you feeling like tiny explosions were going off wherever his hand moved. He gripped you on the curve of your hip bone, his entire body stiffening.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice low, giving it a rough tone that had you trembling in the most wonderful way. “Will you please be my girlfriend?”