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[ssuna]

v-league introduces kiss cam during game breaks, and you and osamu end up on the big screen in the 3-minute break between sets at an MSBY match. the crowd cheers rowdily, recognizing the twin of the blonde setter sitting on the bench down below. everyone's eyes are glued to the screen hanging at the centre of the arena where you as osamu are both flustered and shaking your heads, intimating your refusal as best you can, but the camera refuses to move–still fixed on the two of you and steadily zooming in, and the cheers from the crowd only get louder. atsumu races furiously up from the MSBY bench, stomps right up to your seat, and lays the most overdramatic smooch on you that anyone in osaka has ever seen before glaring directly at the camera on the other side of the arena. kiss cam gets cancelled a week later.

[ssuna]

[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

considering your boyfriend made it pretty clear on several occasions that he hated valentines, you weren’t surprised he made no move to even contact you during the day. you were slightly disappointed due to the fact that you loved the day, sure, but it wasn’t fair to place your disappointment on him when you knew what you were getting yourself into due to the years of friendship before dating, so you didn’t dwell much on it.

you had asked previously if you two would meet tonight and when he mumbled a response about how he would probably be practicing late, you took over your co-workers shift to save yourself the boredom of being home alone while consecutively giving her a chance to see her partner, earning multiple ‘thank you!’s and a promise that she will take your shift whenever as she rushed out, prompting you to smile.

you loved valentines.

you didn’t have a solid reason on why you did, but you didn’t need one. you loved being surrounded with red heart balloons and roses wherever you walked and you loved the glee on people’s faces as they celebrated the day with their beloveds. it made you feel warm every time despite your plans or status and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched a boy blush furiously as his girlfriend handed him flowers, giggling quietly with a love-dazed face.

the obnoxious bell ringing against the glass door made you turn to the costumers walking in, your smile widening just slightly as you saw osamu and atsumu bickering as they approached the counter until their eyes landed on you and widened just the slightest, atsumu gasping. “yer working today?!”

“yeah,” you mused, placing your chin on your palm. “you’re both spending valentines together?”

they both shot you a glare that only caused your grin to widen, placing their usual orders down on the system either way. osamu grunted. “he finished his date early and went over to have a mental breakdown at my restaurant.”

atsumu gaped at him for a few seconds in pure betrayal as you let out a quiet snicker before he shot his twin a harsh glare. “at least i had plans!”

osamu gave him a glare back. “they are out of town, you little—“

“please don’t scare my costumers away,” you retorted, cutting them off. they both huffed, avoiding eye contact before their eyes landed back on you and atsumu raised an eyebrow.

“what about ya? plans ended early?”

“there were no plans,” you shrugged casually, adding extra syrup into osamu’s drink while catching the discreet way his eyes lightened up at the action. “kiyoomi hates valentines.”

atsumu frowned. “but ya love valentines!”

you hummed, sliding osamu’s drink over. “so? i don’t have to spend it with him against his will to be happy.”

osamu stared at you with furrowed eyebrows and a frown that matched his twin’s. “yer too nice. so, where is he today?”

you shrugged. “told me he was practicing.”

they both shared a look before looking at you and speaking in sync. “when do you get off? we’re taking you out.”

you smiled as you slid atsumu’s drink over, stating that the drinks were on the house when they attempted to pay before telling them that you only had a few minutes left. as you finished the last bit of your shift, you could hear them checking with their partners that it was okay and you couldn’t help but silently melt at how cute their relationships were as you waited for the last costumer to leave and closed up, shrugging your jacket off before calling out for them.

the rest of the day was nice. the three of you bought over-priced cupcakes and ate them in a dark playground, half the time spent with you laughing in amusement while they argued while the other half was spent with the three of you gossiping about drama suna had shared. they even bought you a red heart-shaped balloon and you almost teared up as you gleefully accepted it, thanking them frantically as they walked you to the door of your apartment building.

“can i do something before ya leave?” atsumu grinned mischievously and you snorted as you nodded, interested to see what his plan was. he simply got out his phone, making you stand between the twins before he snapped a selfie of the three of you, making sure to capture osamu’s small smirk, the balloon and his poked-out tongue before he beamed. “sent!”

you raised an amused eyebrows as osamu snickered. “you sent that to kiyoomi?”

“yeah, told him we stole ya.”

you laughed as you bid them your goodbyes and made your way up to your joined apartment, humming your favorite song under your breath softly. you assumed your boyfriend was still practicing, so you were pleasantly surprised when you unlocked the door and the lights were all on, your boyfriend’s shoes in their usual spot.

“kiyoomi, i’m home!” you called out after a sleepy yawn, expecting to get a simple ‘in our room!’ or anything back. instead, your boyfriend walked out of the hallway with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.

“you were with the miyas?”

“hm? yeah.” you hummed, placing your stuff down on the coffee table, too sleepy to notice the way he was practically sulking. “they came before my shift ended and decided to take me out. when did you arrive?”

he huffed as he dragged himself over, strong arms pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his face into your neck. you smiled softly, your hands moving to lock into his hair as you hugged him even tighter. he hummed softly. “i missed you, how was your day?”

“it was nice,” you murmured quietly, enjoying the warmth he provided. “i love valentine’s day.”

he froze. you obliviously continued.

“the café was super busy, but it was nice seeing everyone on dates, you know? there were a lot of roses as well and it’s just so heartwarmin—“

he pulled away quickly, eyebrows furrowed deeply. “you… you love valentines?”

“hm?” you blinked. “yeah? it’s my favorite holiday.”

“you love valentines?”

you let out a small laugh at how cute he looked when he was confused. “of course i do. everyone knows i do, kiyoomi, how did you never notice?”

he tugged his hands into his hair. “how did i not notice— why didn’t you tell me you loved valentines?”

you shrugged calmly, not seeing the issue, and your nonchalance only seemed to make him even more distressed. “you hate valentines so i didn’t see why i should mention it, you know? i didn’t want you to force yourself to plan anything or do anything for me.”

he stared at you for a few seconds before he fell back on the couch, burying his face into his hands and mumbling muffled words before he let his hands fall down and frowned. “you’re an awful human being.”

you were too amused to take offense as you shrugged a few of the thick layers you wore off. “why am i an awful human being, my love?”

“how can you not tell me you love valentines? i would have taken a day off and i would bought you those stupid overpriced flowers and those overpriced chocolates you would hate and we could have spent the entire day together and—“

“you don’t like valentines.”

“yeah, but i love you.” he huffed. “i love you and i want to make you happy.”

“i’m always happy with you,” you assured, slightly entertained. “i promise. why do you seem more upset about us not spending this together than me?”

“because i was under the impression that you also hate valentines,” he muttered as exhaustion finally seemed to take over, his drooped shoulders and pout causing the almost 6’3 professional athlete to seem like a child. you took the seat beside him and he immediately laid his head down on your lap, huffing. “i didn’t know you liked it. i would have planned the best day if i knew you did, i promise.”

“you keep missing the point, my love.”

“what’s the point of anything if i ruined our first valentines together?”

“you’re such a drama queen,” you snorted softly, running your hands through his soft hair as he blinked sleepily. “the point is that i don’t need to celebrate valentines with you to be happy, kiyoomi, and you not buying ‘overpriced flowers’ won’t make me love you any less. i knew what i was getting myself into when i started dating you, i don’t want you to change and i genuinely don’t mind.”

his cheeks flushed, but he still sulked. “whatever, i’m taking you out next year.”

“or… we can stay in and order takeout? how’s that?”

“i’ll buy a stupid bouquet too.”

you grinned at his sleepily grumbles. “you can buy me a stupid bouquet then. you can even buy me stupid chocolates too, how’s that?”

“i will,” he mumbled determinedly, eyes finally shutting. “i love you so much, i’m sorry.”

“i love you and you have nothing to be sorry about, my love.” you promised, leaning to kiss his forehead. you only got a soft snore in response, your grin widening.

you truely couldn’t wish for a better valentines.

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pouty sakusa supremacy :p anw valentine ended 22 minutes ago for me but yolo ! hope you enjoy this one :)

[ssuna]

THEY PULLED THEM DOWN

[ssuna]

Some people make suna this sultry sexy dude when really he is like this

He is so gremlin coded it’s not funny

[ssuna]

okay indulge me please: who would you guys, realistically, have a crush on if you lived in haikyuu ?

[ssuna]

in which: bakugou only shows his dimples around you

sfw, fluff, dialogue heavy, humour, this is a quick drabble i whipped up from an idea i created ages ago bc my 8k word bkg fic WON'T POST AGHHH!

"i love dimples, they're so cute!" mina squeals from beside you whilst you were hunched over the dorm's coffee table, finishing outstanding calculus questions you hadn't completed during class.

"me too," you absentmindedly murmur, reaching for your calculator to input a definite integral. "people say that they are kisses from angels, as if that isn't the cutest thing ever."

the pink-haired wails, "stop it! i wish i had dimples."

"if you try hard enough, then maybe," you snort before turning the page of your maths textbook. "i remember people would press pencils to their cheeks to make it appear. it would work for like five minutes."

"well, duh they're not gonna be permanent, i'm not that stupid."

"you always ask me what two plus five is."

"uncalled for, that's not the same!" mina slaps the back of your head, causing you to hold it whilst hissing in pain.

"okay, i'm sorry!" you exclaim, shielding yourself in case she hits you again.

thankfully, mina is pacified again, returning her chin to her palm as she fiddles with her nails. she remains quiet for a few minutes, allowing you to concentrate on your work before she pipes up again. "jirou has cute dimples."

you hum in agreement. "yaomomo too, on both cheeks," you add.

"kaminari too!"

"and bakugou."

mina darts up, back now as straight as a pole as she gawks at you with the weirdest expression. did you grow two heads or something? what was so weird about bakugou having dimples?

"no he does not!" counters mina.

"he does! on his right cheek!" you even point to it for good measure. "surprised me too when i saw it for the first time but it's actually really prominent! i don't know how we never noticed it before."

"you're lying to me. bakugou katsuki could never have dimples, he's too evil for that."

"he's not that evil."

"are we talking to the same bakugou? he threatened to blow me up the other day."

you laugh at the memory, an action mina doesn't appreciate. "i was there for that. anyways. his dimple is just something he's born with, it's not ordained by personality, what's the big deal?"

"what part of bakugou being too evil to have something as pure as a dimple do you not understand?"

your homework now lays unfinished and forgotten as you begin having a quarrel about your classmate and the mystery surrounding a feature that was given to him from birth. the blond shows it quite often, how come mina's not seeing it?

she then begins pulling up numerous photos and selfies; none of which have the evidence of bakugou's dimples. you furrow your brows in confusion, swiping through and zooming in to no avail of finding any remnants of a dimple.

strange.

you know you can't be imagining this.

"yo mina, y/n!" a deep, raspy voice comes from the entrance of the common room. you both turn around in shock to see your fellow red-haired classmate approaching.

immediately, you turn off mina's photo to rid any evidence of your previous conversation. because wherever kirishima is, bakugou normally follows.

"i'm gonna kick your ass in mario kart!" comes an explosive voice from behind. there he was.

kirishima leans over the couch where mina was sitting on. "what are you both up to?"

"oh y/n and i were just chilling. why?"

"oh bakugou and i just wanted to play a round of mario kart, that's all! hope we're not bothering you."

you pipe up from where you were still trying to figure out maths equations, "mina talks my ear off whilst i'm trying to solve these questions. i think i'll be okay with you two."

before mina could slap the back of your head again, a shadow looms your textbook and tufts of blond hair appear in the corner of your eye.

"you got that wrong," bakugou says after not even two seconds of reading your equation.

"eyes off my book," you exclaim, about to cover the pages with your hands when the explosion-quirk user snatches it away from under you. he continues reading through it like it was some newspaper article.

he does this all with a proud smirk on his face. "question 2 wrong, question 7 wrong, question 15 wrong," rambles your classmate, ignoring the way you were demanding it back.

"i'm going to fuck you up. give me back my book."

"damn your handwriting is messy."

your punch his arm lightly. he laughs at the impact, uneffected. "yours is illegible!" you shout back, challenging him with a nasty glare.

mina and kirishima watch with amused expressions at the disputation occurring in front of them. however, the pink-haired feels the world stop for a moment when she notices something very interesting.

a dimple. on bakugou's right cheek. just like you said.

something she has never seen before.

then she notices the way he looks at you. despite teasing you and making fun of you, there's an undeniable look of fondness evident in his eyes, one that grows the more you threaten him with unspeakable acts of violence.

his smirk grows softer, becoming that of a lopsided grin when bakugou gives you your textbook, confessing that none of the questions were wrong and that he was just 'messin' around'.

as it turns out... bakugou katsuki does have dimples, but they only appear around you.

[ssuna]

rintarou suna is such a pussy enthusiast. i don’t make the rules, he will eat pussy like a starved man. he isn’t clean in any way. he will dive into your core and hook his arms around your thighs, holding you flush against his face even well after you’re sobbing and overstimulated out of your mind.

“please rintarou it hurts”

“come on princess just a few more for me, you taste so good.”

he will scrape his teeth against your clit to watch your back arch, and flick the tip of his tongue against your most sensitive spots until you’re uncontrollably cumming in his mouth. he won’t stop for anyone or anything, he goes until he decides he’s satisfied. just the taste of your pussy is enough to get him leaking in his pants. sometimes if he’s in a certain mood, he might even pump himself into his hand and let his eyelids shut as he moans into your overused pussy.

he’ll tonguefuck you by shoving his talented muscle into your stretched hole, hitting your g spot with every thrust of his tongue. he’ll eat your pussy until your juices are streaming down his chin and smeared all over the bottom half of his face and he won’t even bat an eye.

he will eat pussy like it’s his last meal and he’s on death row.

rintarou suna is the messiest pussy eater in the world and he takes no shame in it.

[ssuna]

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[ssuna]

sakusa kiyoomi x reader.

omi is jealous of your past relationship experience

fluff, comfort, bratty omi but only because he's insecure. reader is g/n but wears makeup.

"what are you looking at?" you're both laying down in bed but still awake. you're on your phone, completely oblivious to the way your boyfriend has been tracing your side profile with his eyes for the last ten minutes.

"my friend is trying to decide which counter top to get in her new apartment. she sent me a few pics to help decide." your eyes were starting to get dry and that should have been an indicator that you should be heading to bed soon, but you forced yourself to stare at your phone screen instead.

"fascinating," omi said flatly. you didn't even snort that time, letting him know that you really weren't paying him any mind. thinking it through, he shuffled closer and wrapped his arms around your waist. his head was almost chest level with you now but it didn't stop him from tugging you down for a needy kiss.

omi loved casual affection like this, but only in the privacy of your own space. he wasn't showy or grand like some of his teammates, but little brushes of fingers and stolen kisses in hallways got his heart pounding more than he'd like to admit.

he could feel you sigh into the kiss even though your eyes were still on your phone. absentmindedly, you ran your tongue along his lips, sucking the soft skin in and allowing him to taste the fruity lip balm you put on before bed. your teeth gently caught his upper lip and you placed a soothing suck to the skin after nipping it. glancing up, omi could see it was just muscle memory by now. his knees were jelly and you weren't even trying. he pulled away with a huff.

"aren't you a little too good at that?" you raised a brow down at his question but he quickly backtracked. "it was a compliment. just take it and stay quiet."

you chuckled and finally, finally put your phone down. blasted thing.

"well thank you very much. i quite like your kisses too, kiyo," you giggled and pressed one to his cheek.

"hah, i'm sure you do," he replied, lukewarm.

"kiyo?"

"let's just...sleep," he forced his lips up into a smile but it looked more like a grimace.

"kiyo, if there's something bothering you then-"

"m'just tired. goodnight," he muffled, hugging your waist and pressing his face into your chest before he added as an after thought, "sweet dreams."

you weren't comfortable with it but you knew that if you pushed him when he didn't want to talk, the results would be worse, so you let it go.

"play with my hair so i can sleep," he demanded and you rolled your eyes with a smile. your fingers got to work and you could feel him relax into it, his spine not as stiff and he finally let the full weight of his head rest on your bicep.

the room was quiet, dark, and cold, just how omi liked it and from sharing a bed with him for so long, you found yourself quickly drifting off from such peaceful conditions as well. your boyfriend was as warm as a cat, breathing softly onto the skin of your chest. you chuckled thinking about how sometimes you'd wake up to find him sucking the material of your tank top, the edge of it wet with spit. it embarrassed kiyoomi to no end but you found it endearing.

you drifted into sleep with such peaceful thoughts and just as you were about to fall completely into serenity, you heard a quiet voice break the stillness of the room.

"who taught you how to kiss like that?"

...

"hmm?" by the time you completely processed the question, omi was red with embarrassment and regretting speaking up already.

"nothing. you were sleeping? go back to sleep," he huffed and dug his face into your chest, praying that you would think the whole thing was just a dream.

"i'm not sleeping. you asked who taught me how to kiss?" you peeked one eye open to look down in the dark but were only met with a head of swirly-wurly hair.

"well it sounds dumb when you say it like that."

"you're the one who asked," you defended.

"yes, and now i'm saying that i don't care which of your loser ex-boyfriends taught you how to suck lips like that. doesn't matter to me and doesn't matter to you, right? good. talk to you tomorrow, sweet dreams," he said in one breath.

"....did you just say 'suck lips?'"

"oh my god, would you just go to bed already! i said i don't care!" he huffed and turned around with his back facing you. he stayed like that for a few milliseconds before reaching behind to grab one of your hands. with his back still facing you, he tugged your hand to rest against his chest between both of his own hands. "goodnight. i'm serious this time."

maybe if you didn't know kiyoomi as well as you did, you would have spoke up, would have comforted all the silly little thoughts running through his head right then and there. but this was your kiyo and you knew better. you could practically feel him working through everything he wanted to say in his head and sure enough, no sooner than when the words finally came to mind did he sit up and put the bedside lamp on. something dim but expensive he brought you from abroad.

"good morning," you smiled cheekily, but he wasn't having any of it.

"answer me, i know you weren't sleeping and i know you heard me," he said with his buff arms crossed over his firm chest, your little princess.

"i was not sleeping and i did hear you," you confirmed playfully with a chuckle and laid on your back, putting one hand behind your head.

"i knew it," he accused. he opened his mouth and closed it, starting to play with the thin strap of your undershirt against your shoulder. "so....are you gonna give me a name?"

"pfft!" you slapped a hand over your mouth, not believing pouty omi would ask for your ex's name. omi rolled his eyes, hooking the strap with one crooked finger and letting it gently snap against your skin.

"i'd really appreciate an answer once you're finished laughing at me."

"heh, i'm- m'not laughing, haha, at you-"

"finish laughing and then talk to me," he turned his head the other way but you could see an adorable fight of his lips being forced down. he really did love your laugh and anyone could see that he couldn't control his smile whenever he heard it.

"i'm not laughing at you, kiyo. would never laugh at you," you sat up and turned his face to yours.

before he could protest anything, you leaned in to kiss him.

it was slow. hesitance that he had during your first few months of dating was nowhere to be found as he rubbed his tongue against yours. you let him explore your cheeks and the silky skin behind your top lip in front of your teeth. he sucked your tongue and then greedily opened his mouth wider to suck your bottom lip in too. he let his teeth drag over both when he pulled back and you could hear him swallow as he caught his breath.

"damn, kiyo, who taught you to kiss like that?"

"i hate you, i'm going to sleep-" before he could turn off the light, you giggled and held his hand.

"i don't think i ever taught you to kiss like that before, did i?" you asked slowly while threading your fingers through his calloused ones, bringing it up for a quick smooch while omi chose his words carefully.

"you didn't...instruct me through it, but i learned eventually," he was so unsure, so unsteady with the topic and his own emotions. you were honored to be the only person that he opened up to like this.

"so, why do you think that someone else taught me to kiss like that? i was just going with the flow and mood of things," you tilted your head, studying his face to see if your words were reaching him.

"but you dated before. obviously you would have-"

"yeah, i did, and it didn't work out. every person before you is just a part of a past that i can't erase, but it's still me. i dated and fooled around and it didn't work out and now i'm here with you and happier than i've ever been," you cupped his cheek softly. "don't believe those books and romance movies. not everyone is caught up on their ex or still thinks of them after a break up. it's just something you go through, well, i, went through in life."

you could see him drinking in your words but there was still a stubbornness on his countenance that wouldn't let him fully digest what you were saying. "you know you're my only, right kiyo? doesn't matter who i was with, they don't mean a thing to me anymore. you're my future. i wanna be with you for a long time if you let me-"

"f'course i'll let you," he said immediately and turned his face in your hand to kiss your palm. he took a few seconds and finally spoke up. "i just...you know i haven't really dated before and i'm not the best at this romance thing. i don't want you to go off and find someone better than me somewhere."

"better how?" you asked, wanting to know the root of his fear.

"i don't know. someone who gets you flowers, and is home all the time and isn't too...shy- ahem, someone who would kiss you in public. don't you want that?"

"no, kiyo," you chuckled and pulled him down so you two could lay against the mattress together. "i want waking up at three o'clock in the morning so i can kiss you before your flight and surprise sandwiches in the fridge with a note and you always taking my makeup off for me when i fall asleep. i want things like that."

"...we share a pillow, obviously i'd take your makeup off," he said quickly and slightly snappy but it let you know that you were on the right track to getting your kiyoomi back. "but i guess i understand what you're saying. just...promise me something."

"mhm?" you encouraged, slowly raking your fingernails against his scalp again.

"if you ever stop liking me or i do something you don't like...don't break up with me, okay? work it out with me instead...please. i promise, it's not on purpose."

"i promise," you agreed and leaned in to seal it with a kiss, or three. "promise, promise, promise. i won't leave you high and dry, kiyo. you know that. i'm in this for the long run." you sighed gently and omi matched it, in sync even in your tiredness. "let's get some rest now, yeah? come here, babyboy," you cooed.

he allowed himself to be pulled into your chest and you pulled the lip of your tank top out to press it against his lips. he easily took it into his mouth and his eyes closed down. you cooed at him,

"my tired baby, you must be so sleepy."

he hummed back at your soft words and you could feel his jaw moving as he got a comfortable grip of your clothes between his teeth. "get some rest, my love. i'll see you in the morning, kay? sweet dreams, kiyo."

"mmh, fhweet dw'eams," he muffled, his mind finally closing down for the day. "love you, baby."

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[ssuna]

suna rintaro • christmas eve princess

“c’mon, baby. don’t be like that.”

you huffed back at your boyfriend, your arms crossed over your chest as you childishly pouted. you walked ahead of him, continuing your journey to the passenger seat of his luxury car.

“hey, sweetheart, stop.” he chuckled as you continued to ignore him.

the silent treatment that you played didn’t let up as you neared his car in the store’s packed parking lot, much to his dismay. he stayed behind you, his large hands filled with your family’s christmas gifts you both had just purchased last minute.

it started out small, this argument did.

suna, ever the lazy man he is, pushed aside gift buying for weeks as your schedule filled once finals season approached, resulting in your shopping to begin the night before christmas. to say that you were irritated would be an understatement when you found that there were no gifts to wrap.

you wanted to kill rintaro, and even contemplated makibg sleep on the couch for a week— but it was christmas eve and even though he was annoying, you still wanted nothing more than to be near him during this holiday season.

angry or not.

as you approached your passenger door, you turned around briefly to take one look at him.

his hair was collecting snowflakes, the jet black locks speckled with white fuzz beautifully. his strong arms were carrying two heavy bags and one large electronic box for your younger sibling, and although he looked as if the items were nothing compared to him, you could tell that he was struggling slightly to carry them all in this cold, and his long fingers were most likely numb from the cold.

“wait, just a second. you know that you’re not allowed to open your own door; that’s my job.” suna corrected as your glove clad hand reached the car door handle.

you rolled your eyes, but felt your heart warm a few temperatures at his manners.

“let me just set these in the trunk and i’ll get you in that nice and toasty car, ‘kay? don’t want my princess getting too cold.” he explained as he popen the trunk, and carefully set the gifts in there.

you waited patiently, frustrated at him, but nevertheless ignored him still.

he tucked his frozen hands in his pockets breifly as he walked around the your side of the car, sending a flirty wink your way as he watched your eyes follow his moves briefly before looking off in the distance.

“i saw that, pretty girl.” he chuckled under his breath as he reached you.

the close proximity of him suddenly, caused a warm feeling to envelop your cold body. his scent filled your lungs as you breathed in the harsh air, your eyes nearly rolling back at the smell.

he was intoxicating.

his bare hand covered yours to gain your attention, wanting nothing more than to see your eyes on him once more— those pretty eyes that he adored.

when you didn’t budge, he let out an airy laugh at your behavior,

“sweetie, c’mon. look at me…” his voice was nearly teasing, catlike in every way as he spoke.

“what?” you harshly huffed out.

“ah, there she is. there’s your pretty voice that i missed so much.” he gently cooed at you. you found it condescending.

“what do you want, rintaro? i’m cold.” you were icy cold when you asked him, your voice cruel.

he ignored your attitude, tucking a loose strand behind your ear before caging you against the car door.

“rintaro! what is wrong with you? i’m freezing and i have to go home and wrap presents because you,” you shoved your finger against his coat covered chest. “didn’t tell me that we didn’t have any until last minute! now, i’m going to be exhausted all fucking day tomorrow because i’ll go to bed late”.

he smirked as you shouted quietly at him, careful not to make a scene.

he didn’t want to invalidate you in anyway, because he knew very well that he fucked up this year, but something about how adorable you looked in your puffy coat he bought you had his heart bursting. you looked so damn cute, exclaiming about your worries while you dressed warmly. your cheeks were flushed from the harsh cold, your nose beginning to run as well.

you had his whole heart and you didn’t even realize it.

you noticed the smug look on his face, immediately resulting in a punch to his shoulder.

he hissed in pain lowly, his broad body flinching back slightly before the hand covering yours nursed the now sore muscle.

“ouch, baby. that was awfully mean of you, don’t you think?”

you huffed in annoyance before turning around and opening the door yourself. but, just as you opened it, your boyfriend was quick to shut it with his knee.

“hey! what is your-“

he face leaned closer to yours, his cold nose touching your own freezing one. his dark eyes bored into yours and his lips brushed against yours gently.

“you know only i open this door for you, no one else. not even you.” he whispered darkly, his voice raspy.

you nodded slowly, allowing him to reach next to you and open the door back open for you, his eyes never leaving yours. he backed up enough for the door to fully open.

“go in.”

you obeyed reluctantly. you slid into the luxurious car, the soft heated cushions welcoming you happily with comforting warmth. you let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, before turning your attention back to your doting boyfriend. he leaned in towards you slowly, your breath hitched as his torso entered the warm car. his face became nothing but a few inches away from yours, giving you the impression that he was going to give you a forgiving kiss. but instead, he reached a few inches behind him, and pulled the seatbelt around your lap before buckling it.

“gotta keep my little princess safe, don’t i? these roads are icy, brat.”

you nodded along, at loss for words.

“suna?” you called out after a few moments of thought as he was exiting the vehicle.

he stopped momentarily, crouching over slightly to hear and look at you as you spoke.

“kiss me.” you whispered.

he smiled wide, and if his cheeks weren’t frostkissed you could’ve seen the blush that creeped upon him at your words.

“of course.”

[ssuna]

Fem!reader.

To say 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 was mad was an understatement, because he was fucking fuming. His rough and scarred hands clawing at anything they could grab on to, with the unfortunate victim being the arm rest of the couch he was sitting on, well— half sitting on, considering the fact that his body, trembling in rage, was hunched so far forward that it looked like he would slip off at any second.

Kaminari— who was seated beside him (albeit further away then usual) decided he wouldn’t make a snide comment on this one, like he normally would, because he knew the moment he’d open up his big mouth, his head would no longer be attached to the neck. So he fought against his urges to tease the hot head and just mind his own business, though occasionally throwing him glances to make sure that he would not become Bakugou’s next victim when the armrest gets boring to scratch at.

‘I’ll kill that bastard, I’ll really kill him this time!’ The ash blond screams in his head, his fierce, red eyes locked onto one thing and one thing only— you. You looked so pretty in your casual clothes, better then the ugly fucking gym clothes you’d choose to wear when training, because the design of them does you no justice. But these clothes do. It’s cold today, so he’s at least glad you decided to be smart for once and wear a long sleeved shirt to stay relatively warm.

Though it’s not your choice of clothing Bakugou should be focused on right now, but the damn stupid extra, cluelessly standing right in front of you, and although you don’t seem to mind the closeness of their presence, It’s way too close for Bakugou’s liking, because in his opinion, you should communicate with anyone at least three feet away. But alas, he doesn’t own you and you have free will to say and do whatever you please. Though sometimes he wished you wouldn’t, not when the person you’re talking with is him.

Stupid, fucking, Deku.

Stupid fucking Deku who smiles at you so sweetly— a hand on your shoulder while you both converse about hero society and whatnot. Boring stuff that Bakugou couldn’t give a shit about, which is exactly why he shooed you off with a ‘leave me alone’ and left to take a seat when you tried to get him immersed into the conversation. Though now— if he knew how your attention would be solely onto the damn nerd, smiling and looking at him like he hung the stars and more— he would have put up with it and kept guard.

Is he jealous? No, Bakugou doesn’t get jealous. He gets angry. And when he gets angry, he takes it out on anything and anyone. So— with the already little patience he had, had finally dried up, he wastes not time in shooting up from the couch and stalking over towards the both of you, ignoring Kaminari’s exaggerated, loud exhale of relief when he leaves.

He successfully makes his presence known— either from his heavy booted footsteps thumping across the hardwood floor in your direction, or how he’s already shouting loud profanities at the top of his lungs, directed to the poor green head nerd he’s been violently eying for the past minute. “Damn Deku! Get your grubby hands offa’ her!” There’s not a hint remorse laced in his tone, a sign that he’s not messing around.

Izuku quickly does as he’s told, throwing his hands up in front of his face defensively, praying to god that he didn’t anger the boy even more the he already is, when he unconsciously lets out a small, pathetic ‘eek—!’ in surprise. “K-kaachan! What’s wrong?! What did I do?!” He stutters out, mentally passing out when his arms are swatted away and his shirt collar is roughly being pulled upwards, his tips of his feet just barely kissing the ground.

“What do you think you did, ya damn loser!” He carelessly shakes the poor, smaller boy around in air— excavating multiple scared squeaks from him in to process. And when you start to see vibrant, red sparks emit from the blond haired boys hand, you decide to finally step in and break them up.

“Katsuki, quit it. Leave Izuku alone, he didn’t do whatever you’re mad about.” He turns his head towards you, his previously narrowed eyes slightly softening when they land on your face. And although you’re staring at him in annoyance— he still thinks you look as beautiful as you did the day he met you, all while unconsciously letting his hand loosen and dropping Midoriya from his grip, letting him fall ass first on the floor.

“You’re on first name basis with this guy? When did you get so close with him?” He asks, mentally cursing himself by how much softer his voice sounds when it’s directed towards you. You blink once, then twice, making his eyes twitch when you blink a third time. “God, don’t look at me like that!” He tries to ignore the way his face starts to feel hotter, but he’s sure his ears are bright red.

“Why… do you care, who I’m friends with, or who I’m close to?” You slowly question— sending Midoriya an apologetic, tilted smile when he cautiously waves you off and quietly crawls away from the now awkward situation he found himself in. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything, I can bond with whoever I want to. But since you asked, Izuku and I grew close when I helped him confess to his feelings Ochako.”

Now it’s his turn to blink in confusion, staring at you like you grew a second head. “You mean, those two idiots are… dating?” You nod, a teasing smile slowly etching across your face at his baffled expression. “And you don’t have feelings for him… do you?” You once again, nod, making Bakugou let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Why do you wanna know? You jealous or something? Ohh, I see. You like me, don’t you.” Except your teasing words don’t receive the reaction you were expecting. Usually when teased about his feelings, Bakugou would blow up and threaten your life, but this time, his voice his just above a whisper as he embarrassedly looks off to the side.

“Yeah… maybe i do. So what?”

[ssuna]

f*ck romance, I want blood

[ssuna]

walls - s. rintarou

a/n: help i feel like i forgot how to write

suna immediately noticed that something wasn’t right. you were silent, not even protesting when he put on some shitty rom-com, instead only nodding absentmindedly. your eyes never seemed to look directly at him when you faced each other, instead looking through him, like you zoned out. you didn’t lay your head on his shoulder like you usually would, instead resting against the back of the couch. “are you okay?”

“huh? yeah,” you replied after a couple seconds. you blinked repeatedly, shaking your head quickly, as if you haven’t heard him properly. “yeah, i am”

the middle blocker narrowed his eyes slightly. he noticed your slightly hunched shoulders and your dazed glance, mind clearly occupied with something.

your hands curled and fisting the sleeves of your sweater.

“are you sure?” he asked again.

you gave him a half-hearted smile. “pretty sure?”

suna wasn’t so easily fooled by you — but sometimes you wished he was.

he kept quiet for a while, eyes cast forward, before he turned his head to you again, scanning your form.

your eyelids were heavy, dark eye bags telling him that you hadn’t slept properly the last few nights.

he hated it.

“i’m here for you”

he hated how you shut him out whenever there was something burdening you. you had always dealt with your problems alone, preferring to keep to yourself and never truly opening up to anyone — not even him.

and suna hated it so much.

“you can talk to me, you know?”

the middle blocker felt helpless whenever he saw you like this.

“i don’t know what you mean, i’m fine,” you replied curtly, turning your attention back to the tv, pretending to be interested in the random movie that was playing on the screen.

it took suna everything to shut up and not pry further.

there was no denying that he didn’t want to continue pestering you until he found out what has been bothering you, or even just until you simply admitted it.

he knew you were lying to him, he knew you weren’t fine and he knew you needed someone — and yet you kept shutting him out.

he couldn’t force you to talk to him because no matter how much he tried, you would only end up shying away from him. suna knew you had a hard time opening up about things; he could only imagine what was going on in your mind.

were you scared of it? were you afraid that he’d turn you away? did you think he wouldn’t take you seriously? that he’d joke about it? or that he would belittle you and your feelings?

no matter what your concerns were, suna promised himself that he would find a way to break down your walls.

it wasn’t until a few minutes into the credits that you had noticed the movie was over.

furrowing your eyebrows you tried to recall the plot, or at least the ending, just something to be able to have a conversation about.

yet before you could even open your mouth, you were pushed against suna’s chest, strong arms tightly wrapped around you with head resting in the crook of his neck.

and once you were shielded from the rest of the world, the brown haired man’s body safely engulfing you, your once calm and collected breathing grew haggard. quiet sobs escaped from your tight throat, restricting your airflow. your vision blurred as you shut your eyes, trying to force the tears back, only to have them slip through nonetheless.

suna was quiet as he held your sobbing form, softly rubbing circles on your back, not once speaking up as you cried.

you weren’t okay.

but being in his arms made it a little bit better.

reblogs are appreciated

[ssuna]

for the writing practice,, kiyoomi with either spit kink or biting maybe..

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, spitting

‘spit in my mouth pls 🥺🥺’

that’s what the tiktok comment says. the comment left on a simple video on msby’s official tiktok page in which kiyoomi is practicing his spikes. the comment that has kiyoomi staring at his phone screen with a mixture of both horror and perplexity on his face.

“why would i spit in someone’s mouth?” he asks.

unfortunately you don’t miss a beat when you say, “because it’s hot.”

you’re too preoccupied with washing the dishes to witness the utterly disgusted expression he gives you, although you can guess exactly what he looks like. “it’s vile. why would anyone want someone else’s spit in their mouth?”

“it’s not about the spit, omi. it’s about the intimacy of it all,” you explain, unable to stifle a grin.

you could continue, you could try and explain it to him until he understands. you could reason that he has no problem shooting his cum in your mouth, so how is spit any different? but ultimately you drop it. it’s just a silly tiktok comment after all.

except it sits there in kiyoomi’s mind for the next few days. as he practises, as he falls asleep, as he fucks you deep. it’s gross, he keeps telling himself. but why isn’t he convinced?

and when his thumb gently forces your mouth open as he drives his hips into yours, when he watches your eyes turn shiny and your face turn dumb with submission, when he lets a tiny, pearly glob of saliva drop onto your tongue, he understands.

“swallow for me,” he tells you and you obey without a shred of hesitation, and fuck, he understands.

he’s never felt so close with you– he almost can’t believe it. but his heart swells at how easily you do as you’re told, and he’s chasing his spit with a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips, and he’s never understood more.

[ssuna]

please kiss me when you leave | k. bakugou

★ tags ; gn!reader, fluff, reader is a programmer (lol), making up, wee bit of angst, established relationship, arguing, reader is very chill and relaxed

★ wc ; 2.7k (idk either)

★ synopsis ; in the rare moments you and your boyfriend get in a spat, he thinks to himself how terrible it'd be to lose you.

★ a/n ; sorry about projecting on reader. it will happen again.

Katsuki fucked up.

Majorly. Inconceivably. Astronomically.

For the first time in his three year relationship, he's made a terrible mistake and the consequences are beginning to weigh on his conscious.

First things first, Katsuki is not a boyfriend who makes a lot of mistakes. Contrary to popular belief, his anger issues actually don't make dating difficult because his egoism and pride step-in first. If he's going to do anything, he's going to be the best at it. And anything getting in the way of that can respectfully, fuck off.

Despite some of the rockiness in the getting together stage of your relationship, when he finally made it official, things were as smooth as they could be. Before then was awful of course. Because vulnerability and love aren't things you can win at no matter how hard you try. Getting to boyfriend was like climbing a mountain naked.

But at the summit, all the snow cleared and Katsuki could finally rest easy. You met on the job when the Dynamight Agency signed a contract with you to make some technical software for them. You were the Senior Dev. responsible for it.

Truthfully, Katsuki hated you at first. For one, you were too non-chalant about all of it. It's a professional job but you showed up to work in the most unprofessional attire. To his credit your hygiene was decent but the workspace you and your team occupied was a mess. You had a bad diet, and an even worse sleep schedule.

You were a mess. Katsuki didn't like or respect you. He figures all tech people are freaks like that. All of the support engineers are nut-cases, so why would you be any different? But you were recommended to him by Deku who gushed about how smoothly everything was running with the new changes.

He didn't know anything about your job. And he didn't really understand it until he caught you half-falling asleep at your computer trying to finish something. It was probably the first time he came into the office and you were still there finishing up work - nearing 6am and clearly not having slept that he started to respect you a little.

From then on, his sense of responsibility for you grew. Mother hen tendencies and all. You and Katsuki are complete opposites in a lot of ways. Where he's hot-headed, you're relaxed. Where he's cold and calculating, you're strangely warm and sympathetic. Another shitty nerd in his life, he's fond of. Go figure.

It took him a long time to figure out his romantic feelings for you. The first work function you ever attended where you looked.. good. He felt it strike like an iron, a sense of dread overwhelming him as his heart fluttered at the sight of you.

("...You clean up decent." Katsuki stutters, trying to catch his breath.

You flash a smile that sends him reeling.

"Thanks, boss.")

From then on, through a series of mishaps and sad phone-calls - Katsuki managed to land the boyfriend position. And from there, your relationship has been considerably easy going.

A big reason for that is because you're much better with feelings than he is. You're reasonable about your own emotional affairs. In the many years Katsuki's tantrums might've caused a rift, you've handled him with care. Of course, he does his absolute best to accommodate you back. To support you, almost trying to make it up to you where he can.

But his mistakes have always been small, and petty. Even when they're bigger - you manage them like they're just small blips in the timeline. Gently and softly. You don't raise your voice even if he agitates you. It always works out. Katsuki tries very hard not to do anything that he would make you really angry.

In fact, he's never even seen you really angry. Maybe upset or annoyed, but angry? Once in his life if that. His friends and family often bestow you the title saint to which you always laugh but you are remarkably patient with him that he doesn't think it's undeserved.

So what happened last night was a a big fuck up on his part.

Last night, he came home from a long mission.

The only rule you have with Katsuki is that if something happens, you have to talk about it. This rule includes other rules, such as being able to delay said conversation for a better day and other veto privileges. But if something important happens, big or small - the other person has to know. That's law to abide by.

Last night, Katsuki came home from a long mission and he was exhausted. Nothing bad happened but his patience was running thin due to a series of unfortunate events and he wanted to come home and sleep. And he could feel the pressure of it starting to eat at him.

Everyone has tough days and this was his. Most of this could've been solved if he had just told you. If he had simply used the second rule to delay the conversation. You would've quietly slept next to him like you always did, no questions asked.

But he was tired and delirious and for some reason he decided to open his big fucking mouth. When you had very gently inquired about his mood, he immediately went silent. Then when you went and asked again, he snapped on you.

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth. He didn't mean any of it.

"God, can't you read the fucking room? Do I have to spell it out for you? I don't want to talk about it right now."

He felt it immediately. The once warm room filling with a cold tension. He couldn't even lift his head, too steeped in his anger to apologize right away. It was suffocating. How long you stood there, feet planted on the floor.

And then from above him, there was a shaky sigh and a thick voice. You were upset, obviously. Too much for words. In a terrifying turn of events - you didn't even get angry. He wishes you got angry and loud. That you could've fought this out.

But you didn't. Of course not. You just sighed, frustration teeming in your voice and said.

"Right. Find me when you want to talk. I'm gonna rest in the guest room."

Obviously trying to hold it in, you took your pillows and quietly went upstairs and slept in the guest room. And Katsuki sat there for god knows how long, regretting everything. He shouldn't have done that. He wanted to sleep next to you.

When the next morning rolled around, Katsuki wasn't expecting it to be brushed over. And it wasn't, not in the way you tried to pretend things were fine. You still set out warm towels for his shower. Made his protein shake and left it on the counter. Put his hero costume up on the couch for him to take.

And you still greeted him with a tired good morning. But he could tell that you weren't all there. It was awkward. Like there was a stranger in his house and not the person he's been in love with for the last 5 years.

Silent. He's so accustomed to your morning chattiness. Rambling about the dream you had, the movie you watched, the bugs in your code you fixed. All of it disappeared in an instant. You didn't kiss him when he left for work, pausing to blabber in between before kissing him again. Running to the train so you weren't late.

You just left. Told him you'd be working off-site for a bit and that it's your turn to make dinner. He should let you know what he wants to eat.

You stood at the door, obviously debating something and then left with a short side-hug and no kiss. No kiss. He hasn't not gotten a kiss before going to work in years. He's so hung up on it he can't believe it.

It was probably right there, kiss-less in his kitchen that he realize he fucked up beyond reasonably doubt. The feeling was awful, but you were already on your way to work before he could scramble to say something.

Katsuki is bad with apologies. It's not that he isn't sorry, but he tries his best to make up for all of his short-comings with his actions and hopes people can forgive him. That he can be a good enough person that the one, choked-out sorry can be enough of a fix and that the rest can be solved with his consistent remorse.

And he does apologize to you often enough, about small and trivial things. But this doesn't really feel small and trivial. It's the kind of fight that feels like a rift, maybe that he'd gotten too complacent. The terror sets in before the rational does and all Katsuki can think is that he has to make it up to you somehow. Somehow.

He doesn't have patrols today. The only thing on the agenda is meeting with Deku about a partnership program they want to create for new heroes. Only the two of them to discuss logistics.

He can't focus at all though. Fuck.

"Kacchan?"

Deku's voice cuts into his focus once it register. He looks up from the empty space he was peering into, suddenly aware of his surroundings. A scowl settles on his features, though he's not actually mad.

"What, nerd."

"You okay? You seem off." He replies, that concerned and overly-welcoming tone. His scowl deepens.

"Fuck off."

"So there is something," Deku concludes, in a way that makes Katsuki want to punch him square in the mouth "Is it Y/N?"

"Why the fuck do you know that?"

"Uhm. Well. You're doing your sad scowl and not your mad one. And normally you only really get sad about like 3 things. Y/N makes the most sense."

Katsuki makes a face of disgust.

"You're such a goddamn freak."

Deku smiles disarmingly.

"So what's up?"

"Fuck off with that therapist shit," He says first, then relents because of course "...Got in an argument. I fucked up pretty bad."

Katsuki relays the events with a sense of dread as Deku nods and listens empathetically like he always does. And Katsuki wants to crawl up in a fucking hole for even opening up, maybe a sign of his desperation.

"That bad?" Deku asks.

"Didn't get a kiss before they left and that hasn't happened in like 3 years."

"That's so sappy, Kacchan." Deku gushes.

"Shut up if you value your life." Katsuki says with no real heat behind. He watches the nerd think on it for a while, doing some analysis he cares fuck all about before snapping his fingers.

"Have you apologized yet?"

Katsuki grits his teeth. Deku sighs.

"Kacchan."

More silence.

"Kacchan."

"Fuck you, I already know okay! But I'm just.. so fucking anxious about it. Like I know it's not the end of the world, but it just feels so damn bad."

Deku smiles in that weird, loving way that Katsuki hates.

"That's because you care about them, Kacchan. It's gonna be fine."

"Gross."

Deku laughs again and Katsuki finds himself relieved just a little. Which he resents, of course. But it's better than feeling whatever he was feeling a few hours ago so he lets it be.

__

He spends the rest of the day coming up with an apology plan and seeing it through to the end. If he was gonna say sorry, he might as well go all out.

He calls in a florist shop first, sat at his desk and asking for whatever flowers are best apology flowers. Then he calls your favorite place to eat and makes sure he can get take-out hot for the drive home. At the end of his work day, he stops by to get some shitty balloons with sorry on them and even buys the ugliest teddy bear he can find at the store because he knows he would like it.

Then he drives home with a pit in his stomach, feeling terribly stupid and a little ridiculous for being so worried about it. Because he knows it probably will be fine, but he won't relax until he's home. Until he sees you and everything is fine again.

When he finally gets home and hauls ass with the assortment of Apology Gifts he's brought - he doesn't actually find you anywhere in the house.

He knows you're there though. Because your shoes are in the doorway and your bag is on the counter but he can't find you.

It occurs to him that your showering when he hears a god-awful tune that unburdens him just a little and he decides to hijack your shower. Because he thinks that apologizing like that will probably be a whole lot easier.

So, he steps into the shower and announces his presence. There's steam fogging everything up and he's still dressed in his work clothes. He can hear your humming come to a halt as he closes the door behind him and sits on the sink.

He feels fidgety. The warm room and the smell of your bodywash relax his nerves.

"Hey," He starts. You're silent but he can hear you scrubbing so he keeps going "Just got home. I brought food so,"

And it's still quiet. Your movements have softened and there's less of an echo. Katsuki frowns.

"Look, last night," He starts afain, then stops - closing his eyes and swallowing the pit forming in his stomach "What I said. I don't know what the fuck I was thinkin' I mean... I didn't mean any of that."

Still quiet, Katsuki sighs and bites his lip.

"And nothin' really happened. Just a long mission, undercover sucks and everything was going wrong and obviously I was pissed. Not at you, never at you - I shouldn't have—fuck me, I'm ramblin' aren't I?"

He looks up at the ceiling, glances at the door, then at the shower curtain.

"I'm really sorry, baby. Really fucking sorry. Been feeling shitty about it all day."

Before he can grovel anymore, the water turns off. All of a sudden, the curtain rips open and before he knows what to do with himself - he feels your hands on his neck. You're still half in the shower, naked and dripping and your hands are wet.

But you're pulling him into a kiss and Katsuki couldn't care less about the circumstances. The tension in his chest eases completely, melts away likes it nothing and he puts a hand on your wrist. He feels like he could cry. Fuck, what happened to him? Is this what love does to people? Make 'em feel stupid?

When you pull away, you give him an audacious grin. Pleased and warm and so full of love that he could rip apart at the seams just looking at it. All the affection in your gestures that he's grown so fond of rekindle and light him anew. He loves you so much it nearly hurts to look at you.

"You're such a worry wart, aren'tcha Kat?"

He kisses you one more time, thankful you won't point out his desperation.

"Shitty bastard."

"Get me my towel so I can kiss you properly."

"...I'll help dry you off." He says. Once again, you just smile with trembling lips like you want to giggle at him but don't. Even so, you do as he asks.

He grabs a towel and drys you off slowly and patiently. You smile at him the whole time before he grabs another one to wrap around you neat. Like you promise, you kiss him for a long time after. Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the blonde hairs on the back of his head.

"Thanks for saying sorry, baby." You say first before you coo at him "I forgive you. I'm not mad. I wasn't even mad this morning, just wanted to give you some space."

"...Even if you're pissed, kiss me before you leave," He mutters, embarrassment flooding his face "Please."

You snort.

"Promise, I will. I love you. You know that, right?"

He nods because he does, really always does. Deep down, despite the terror he feels at the idea you'll stop - he knows he loves you. But as everyday passes, he's faced with the reality that he loves you more. With an even heavier hand and much more force than he thought possible.

That corny shit people say about loving someone more everyday. He thinks he's starting to get it. At his own state, he laughs against your lips.

"Yeah I know. I love you too."

[ssuna]

i've been thinking about this all day and it's when someone is making you laugh so much (actual tears are coming out of your eyes) and bkg is just glaring at that person because he's usually the one making you laugh like that (i hc he's funny but in his own way) leaving him all pouty and shit

— another jealous bakugou fic xoxo (1.6k)

i’ve been pumping out the angst recently so here u go hehe

especially because i know he’d forget all the times he’s ever made you laugh. doubting if he even makes you happy and do you even smile around him? and it’s all just dumb overwhelmed insecure thoughts.

omg omg so imagine it’s him coming to pick you up on the bottom floor of his agency and you’re already standing there crying laughing with some guy. and he’s got so many employees that he can tell from the colour of the guy's badge he’s from third-floor finance but nothing more.

i do believe in bakugou being so secure in himself and your relationship but he’s seeing someone clearly in front of him with something he doesn’t think he has had him frowning. he can’t remember the last time he made you laugh to the point of tears or smile with all your teeth so he’s standing there gritting his own with his hands in his pockets staring at the guy.

katsuki’s presence itself is enough to turn heads, so like magnets pulling you to him, you notice him standing behind the gates waiting for you. you don’t notice his frown yet, so you say goodbye to the guy and excitedly bounce jog your way over to your boyfriend.

“hey baby!”

but he just grunts, scanning his keycard to let you through. he only lets you press a kiss to his cheek before he begins stomping in the usual direction of the lift to his office on the top floor.

once you both side into the lift, you’re all over him like you usually are, wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug, on your tiptoes to kiss his jaw and also trying to talk with him at the same time.

“i got your favourite for lunch today! it was the last one left in store and i yanked it out of this old man’s hand. i kinda feel bad but i wasn’t gonna do anything about it so—.”

then you pause, the lift rumbling with it journey upward, as you notice katsuki hasn’t even looked at you, nor are his hands on your waist and he hasn’t said a thing. he’s just standing stiffly looking at the dynamight themed orange neon numbers going up on the wall.

you pull away from him like you’ve been rejected, “what’s wrong?”

he flicks his eyes to you for a second, your face hurt though full of defiance. he doesn’t mean to hurt you but he feels mad at himself right now.

“nuffin.”

katsuki crosses his arms across his chest, cursing whoever built the lift because why is it moving so damn slow. it’s beginning to feel a little claustrophobic in here, especially with the way you begin to cross your arms across your chest, the smell of his lunch in your paper bag filling up the space.

“yes, there is. tell me now.” you push.

“i said fuckin’ nuffin.”

you inhale deeply, squinting at your stubborn boyfriend. something’s clearly wrong. “fine,” you spit, “as soon as the lift stops i’m getting out and going home.”

he glances over you, warning in his eyes, “no you’re not.”

“i’m not gonna sit and have lunch with you if you’re not even gonna kiss me or look me in the eye.”

“we’ll be eatin’. i don’t need to do that.”

katsuki regrets his comment as soon as it leaves his mouth. he hates the way you cringe away from him, you spin around to face the wall and you hug your arms around yourself. he only meant it stupidly sarcastically, but clearly, it was the wrong time. especially with his insecurity from before still bubbling inside him.

“fuck you.” and you manage to get that out without it scratching your throat or being stained with tears.

katsuki sighed stepping over to you, his arms out, “baby no, no i didn’t fuckin’ mean it like that. i just… just—“

“what? huh?” you spin around to stand under his chin, eyes slightly glossed over with tears threatening to fall but they don’t. he loves that about you, always strong and willing to push him.

katsuki shies back, roughly rubbing his face with his hand with a sigh. “i was just… i feel fuckin’ mad.”

“yeah, i can see that. why?” your voice becomes a little softer, tender though you still refuse to touch him from his rejection before. you try to tilt your head for him to meet your eyes and he finally does, vermillion eyes tense.

“do i make you laugh? or even fuckin’ smile?” then he grunts. your downturned eyes and sniffling nose. “i’ve already made you almost cry today.”

you frown, an awkward bubble of laughter coming past your lips. “katsuki what? why are you asking me that?”

embarrassment washes over him and to his luck the lift stills before the doors slide open. katsuki grunts, stepping towards the corridor but you press the neon button on the wall to close the door again.

“open the door.”

“no. tell me why you asked that.”

you’re so persistent, fingertips still on the button as he stands at the closed doors.

he groans loudly, “y’know i can just move you out the way?”

“and if you do that i’m going home. so tell me.”

the blonde looks down at you. blood rushing to his cheeks, eyebrows furrowed. even his biceps are tense in his long sleeve black thermal shirt and the gold chain around his neck glimmers under the harsh elevator lights. he shuts his eyes in defeat, another loud moan passing through his lips.

“you were fuckin’ laughin’ to tears with that guy downstairs. y’dont laugh like that with me.”

his words come out strained, like it was honestly a huge amount of effort to even say them. he flicks his eyes over to you, your hand falling to your side as you hold onto his pointer finger by his side. the act makes him look at you, light confusion in your features.

“baby, yes i do? we laughed together yesterday when that guy fell down the stairs? i laughed this morning when you called my hair clips ‘teethy things’ because you forgot the word? i’m always laughing with you.”

katsuki grunts, “that’s not me making you laugh though, that’s just me being dumb or our surroundings being dumb. i never purposely make you laugh.”

now you roll your eyes, “i’m not dating the class clown, i know that and i’m not trying to. if you didn’t make me happy i wouldn’t be here. same with you, right?”

“i guess.”

“and that guy i knew from school. i was surprised he worked in your agency, i was gonna tell you when we were eating.”

he murmurs something under his breath, annoyed at himself for lacking control to not just listen to you talk before he gets so obviously mad.

“come here ‘ki.” you whisper, pulling his arm so he faces you. he does so and you stand on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

“i love you. you know that.”

“yeah, whatever,” he mumbles, eyes darting between your pretty face, tiny smile and long eyelashes batting on your cheeks.

“katsuki.”

“yes, i know y’do. i love you too.”

then he takes it upon himself to rest his arms around your waist and lean in to press his lips to yours. though you move away last minute.

“wha—.”

“say sorry for almost making me cry, saying you don’t wanna kiss me and not hugging me back before.”

he narrows his eyes at you, “i didn’t say i didn’t wanna kiss you. just that we wouldn’t be kissin’ when we’re eatin’ because we’ll be eatin’.”

“nuh-uh,” you refuse, and katsuki’s arms tighten around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. you’re still leaning your top half away from him though, his head dragging down to meet you.

“okay, fine. i’m sorry. shoulda kissed n’ hugged you,” then he rubs his nose against yours, a laugh beginning to rumble form your chest, “n’ i hate makin’ you cry.”

then finally you pout your lips and he meets them roughly. pecking two kisses before bullying his tongue between them. he pushes you against the lift wall, coaxing a moan out of you as he licks along your lip and settles on sucking your tongue. you both only part because you’re begging for some oxygen.

“let’s go before our food gets cold,” you mumble onto his lips, but a makeout is always enough to get your boyfriend hot and bothered. his eyes glazed over and his skin hot.

“‘wanna kiss you,” he looks back down at your lips but you shake your head.

“no, let’s go before someone needs to use the lift. come on.” and you duck out of his arms, slamming on the button for the doors to open up again. you hold his hand as if you’re pulling him behind you. dragging him down his corridor to his office.

bonus:

when you’re both eating, cheeks munching and full, you say, “ki?”

and he turns to you, chopsticks in hand and his eyebrows raised to give his full attention.

you peck his lips, then cover your mouth in a giggle when his eyebrows drop to a frown.

once you swallow down your food, you chortle, “see, we can kiss while we eat.”

[ssuna]

if suna’s life depended on him keeping his hands to himself, he’d have been dead long ago.

you’ve always been aware of how dependent he is on physical touch, and you just assumed that he was on the clingier side, or maybe you’re just so irresistible—the man can’t even control himself. he’s never denied either, which led you to believe you were spot on. tonight is different though. you come to the realization that, while there is a certain degree of truth behind both deductions, maybe suna isn’t what you pegged him to be.

it’s nearing midnight, and as much as you’d love to be fast asleep right now, you aren’t. instead, your hands are pressed against suna’s bicep in a failing attempt at rolling him over.

“stay on your own damn side rintarou,” you huff, reddening the skin on his arm in your one-sided battle. he doesn’t budge—in fact, the only thing that moves is you as you repel backwards on the satin sheets, proving to be no match for the pure strength of his upper arm.

“or what?” he grins, clasping both of your wrists in the hand he was hiding under his pillow.

“i’ll, sleep on the couch,” you threaten. his grip falters for a moment—the thought of going back to sleeping alone, even for a single night, was one he didn’t particularly want to bring to life.

“oh?” he loosens his grasp altogether, and drops his head onto your leg. he wraps his arms around your thigh, trapping you in place as he smooshes his cheek against the plush skin and allows his eyes to flutter shut. “i think you’re full of shit.”

“you’re right,” you sigh, falling back against the headboard. “if anyone is sleeping on the couch, it’s you.”

“have you seen the size of me?” his brows knit together, and he pouts—if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was having a bad dream. in his defense, the mental image of himself sleeping on your tiny loveseat is his worst nightmare.

“nope, never.”

“oh yeah, seven, maybe even eight,” he mumbles, beginning to trace shapes onto your skin.

“rin, you’re only six foot three. where’d you get eight?” you peer down, brushing a piece of his hair back into place.

“i meant inches,” he replies, turning to smile at you. he keeps his eyes closed though, wanting whatever punishment he’s about to receive to be a surprise.

his nose scrunches up as you flick the side of his head, and he reaches up to rub at the spot—as if you weren’t shoving him with your entire body weight five minutes prior.

“why are you like that?”

“dunno, genetics i guess?”

he covers his head on instinct, giggling as he anticipates the same movements from seconds ago. but you’re laughing, and that’s something worth opening his eyes for—and wow, your smile looks even prettier when it’s because of him.

“i love you,” you say, and to be honest, you’re not entirely sure why that’s your response, but it’s the one thing on your mind as he grins up at you.

he presses a kiss to your thigh, shuffling back to his own side as he whispers that he loves you too. maybe he’s had a change of heart, or maybe he’s just tired—but he’s completely given up on trying to park himself on your side of the bed.

in reality, he feels bad for bothering you while you were trying to sleep. you’re so sweet, being such a good sport every time he pulls a move like this. you could have anyone—maybe even someone who lets you sleep in peace. shit.

you turn over, facing the window as the cool night air seeps through. it’s quiet, incredibly so, and for the next fifteen minutes, all you hear is the sound of suna’s breathing from across the sheets. you assume he’s sleeping, but you should know better than to do such a thing.

you feel the tips of his fingers graze against your shoulder, feather light, but still there nonetheless. so you shift to the left by just a hair, and you hear the rustle of fabric as he moves, reaching out until he’s met with the warmth of your skin again.

“rintarou?”

no response. he can pretend all he wants, but you know damn well that he’s awake. so you roll over, right onto his side and right into his arms, smiling as you catch the corners of his lips tug upwards.

of course you’ll still be there in the morning, he thinks to himself. you wouldn’t leave him. still, something manages to convince him that you will. he needs to feel you, to reassure himself that you are still indeed there, with him.

over the next couple weeks, you become aware of his touch, and how he reaches for you every night. whether it be his thumb brushing against your wrist, or his foot resting against yours, he’s there.

he’d never admit it, but suna is scared. of losing you, of being alone again, of love—and all the complex emotions that come with it. but you know that he loves you, no assumptions needed.