#WANNA MEET HIS MOM JUST TO TELL HER HER SON SUCKS!!!

[dykrophone]

my fair lady would be a top tier movie if you cut out the last two minutes tbh

[secondbeatsongs]

🔀

the song I shuffled up for you is Get Him Back! by Olivia Rodrigo

(and it was number 28 on the list)

[voxmilia]

I keep tiktok around solely to look at old things in my likes and yet I was still attacked by the fucking olivia rodrigo oisaine video

[winterprince601]

i haven't heard anyone else say it, so I'M going to say it - guts by olivia rodrigo is so sansa-coded. "i'm ok with the movies that make jokes bout senseless cruelty that's for sure" "i scream inside to deal with it" "aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?" "everything i do is tragic/ every guy i like is gay" "i give up everything/ i'm plannin' out my wedding with some guy i'm never marrying" "and when does wide-eyed affection and all good intentions start to not be enough?" "and i'm sorry that i couldn't always be your teenage dream" like exCUSE me???

[dorindameddler]

We need a loustat fanvid to get him back!

[whatladybird]

castiel get him back! fancam when

[miwtual]

listening to get him back by olivia rodrigo while giffing aemond truly is an experience

[stonerwitch]

the entirety of GUTS has been playing in my head on a loop ever since since it came out

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

All Falls Down - Chapter 10 Part II

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TRIGGER WARNING; HOSPITAL SETTING, MENTION OF CHARACTER BEING HOSPITALIZED, CHILD LOSS - INFANT CHILD LOSS MENTION OF THE R WORD

“I fucked up Jon..” Josh whispered over the phone, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I fucked up so bad” 

“What you mean you fucked up?” Jon asked in a harsh tone before letting out a sigh.  “Never mind we’ll talk about that later, don’t none of that shit matters right now Uce,” Jon paused and let out a breath of air. “Yana’s in the hospital Josh. Ms. Imani found her passed out in yall house earlier.” 

“What” Josh whispered after a minute of silence, his heart beating profusely in his chest. “Whatchu’ talkin bout Uce?” 

“Yo deaf or somethin’?” Jon asked, already irritated with his twin.  “Just getcho’ ass back to Pensacola now!” Jon hurriedly hung up on Josh as the door to Kiyana’s hospital room opened and Trinity walked out. 

“That was Josh?” Jon nodded and laced his fingers with his wife’s, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. 

“Yeah, said he missed his flight, tryna get another one now.” Jon lied, trying to keep his face neutral because Trin always knew when he was lying. 

“Jon -” Trinity started but then stopped herself and shook her head. “I know you lying.” She said glaring at him. “He better had a good explanation when he gets here.”

Hospital.. Kiyana’s in the hospital. Josh rushed into the bathroom of Shanté’s hotel room and threw up everything he drank and ate last night. He was sick to his stomach, his wife was in the hospital and he had cheated on her. He walked out of the bathroom, all his belongings before walking, panicking when he realized he was missing an important piece of jewelry. 

“Don’t forget this..” He felt like he needed to go throw up again as Shanté sauntered over with his wedding ring. 

“You gonna take that off?” She asked, her eyes fixated on his wedding ring as he pulled his shirt over his head, 

“You want me too?” She nodded and he shrugged, sliding the ring of his finger and placing it on the nightstand before covering his body with hers, his lips meeting hers in a steamy kiss. 

Josh blinks the memory away and leaves the room without saying another word to Shanté. He was lucky to find a flight to Pensacola on such short notice. The whole plane ride all he could think about was Kiyana and how he was going to tell her about his infidelity. He figured he should wait until after she had the baby, but he didn’t want to hide anything from her. 

Josh walked into Kiyana’s hospital room, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. He took a deep breath and walked over to Kiyana’s bedside placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He looked over to his mom who was glaring at him, he opened his mouth but she shook her head and motioned for him to follow her as she stormed out of the room. 

“What the hell son? I’ve called you like one hundred fuckin’ times!”  Josh’s eyes widened at his mothers use of a curse word. She was fuming. Josh could count on one hand how many times she had used a curse word in his 38 years on this earth. 

“Ma’ I missed my -” She cut him off with a loud suck of her teeth. 

“I don’t wanna hear that shit Joshua! Your flight was last night after the show. How did you miss it? Matter of fact, how did you miss all the phone calls? And don’t say your phone was on silent either because I know damn well your ringer is always on because of Kiyana.” She finished with a glare that shook him to his core. 

“I turned my ringer off because me and Key were fighting.” His mom’s jaw dropped open. “I know it was wrong and childish but she was ignoring me mom. I already feel like shi- I feel bad about it ” Talisua reached up and slapped him on the back of his head. 

“You’re just like your damn father. The one time your wife needed you and you were too childish to answer the damn phone.” she muttered, before turning around and walking back into the hospital room. 

With their mom  and Ms Imani distracted by the doctors, Jon grabbed Josh’s arm and dragged him out of the hospital room and down the hallway a bit so they could have some privacy. “Damn Uce, hold on.” Josh said as he was literally dragged down the hall by his twin brother. 

Once they were far away from having anyone hear them Jon pushed Josh against the wall and glared at him. “What the fuck did you do.” Josh sucked his teeth and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and he looked away from his brother. 

“You called me saying you fucked up and if I know you, you did some fuck shit and it envolves your marriage.”  Josh bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. He needed to tell somebody and if he wasn’t ready to tell Kiyana, he needed to tell Jon. 

“I cheated.” Josh took a deep breath and waited for the blow to come. Jon treated Kiyana like a sister, just like how Josh treated Trin. Everytime Josh fucked up Jon was on Kiyana’s side and this time would be no different. 

“Are you retarted or something?” Jon asked, eyes blazing with anger, if Josh looked close enough he could probably see the smoke coming from his ears. “With who? Joshua?” 

“Shanté” 

“Yeah, you dumb.” Jon pushed Josh against the wall, ratling the pictures. “You so fuckin’ stupid. I told ya’ dumbass to stop even entertaining her and now look.” Jon sighed and rubbed his temples. “You gotta tell Kiyana.” Josh nodded.

“I know, I feel so bad, Uce.” 

“As you should” Jon rolled his eyes at his brother before walking back down the hallway and back into the hospital room. 

It had been hours since Kiyana had been admitted to the hospital, and Josh was now getting worried because she had not woken up yet. Even though the doctors said there was nothing to worry about and she had probably passed out from exhaustion, Joshua was still worried. 

“We’re gonna go Josh.” Trin said as she walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Call us if anything changes.” He stood up and gave her a hug. He tried to give Jon a hug but stopped short at the glare on his face. Josh sighed, sitting back down as they walked out of the hospital room, leaving just him and Kiyana. 

“I’m so fucking sorry Kiyana.” He whispered, bringing her limp hand to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on it. “Wake up please.” He looked down at his phone with it dinged with a notification

850-555-1232 :can you please call me it’s shanté <;3 

Josh shook his head and stuffed his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie before placing his head in his hands. He fucked up, big time and he knew once Kiyana found out, she wouldn’t forgive him. 

“Someone important?”  Josh’s head snapped up at the sound of his wife’s voice. “Hey Josh.” She whispered. 

“Key.” He stood up from the chair and hugged her, the best he could with her belly and all the machines and wires in the way, “You had me scared as hell.” He passed her the cup of water that was on the tray when she reached for it. 

“I’m sorry.” She said after she was done drinking. “I was trying to get everything done for my father’s funeral and I think I passed out. All I remember was that I was so tired.” 

“You weren’t sleeping?” She shook her head

“No, I couldn't. I kept thinking about you and my father.” That surprised Josh. 

“You were thinking about me?” 

“Yeah, I didn’t like how mad we were at each other before you went back on the road. It was childish of me to not answer your phone calls and I promise I won’t do it again.” Josh blinked and swallowed hard, he had to tell her. He had to tell Kiyana how he broke his vow to her and fell victim to Shanté’s trap.  

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t say them. He wasn’t prepared to deal with the consequences of his actions, not yet. 

“And I’m sorry for hounding you about not stressing yourself out, I could’ve been more considerate towards you and your feelings ,Key.” He finally said feeling like a punk ass bitch for not coming clean to his wife. 

Kiyana smiled. “You know what today is right?” She asked, turning her head to look out the window. “It always rains on her birthday.” 

“Yeah, I uh- I stopped to put some flowers and a balloon out at the cemetery before I came here earlier. I know you do it every year.”  He reached over and gently wiped the tears off her face. “She would’ve been thirteen this year. And probably acting just like you.” They both smiled at the thought of how their eldest child would have been. 

“Nah, I think she would’ve been like you. Quiet, reserved but if someone fucked with her it would be on and poppin’” They both let out laughs and Josh moved off of the chair and sat down on the bed next to her, grabbing both of her hands and squeezing them. 

“That’s why I want you to relax, Key. I don’t want you to have to go through that again. You delivering Khalani and just the look on the doctor’s faces and hearing you scream and cry, holding her little lifeless body  like that shit is embedded up here.” He let go of one of her hands to doink himself in the head. “I don’t want to be sitting with you in a couple years talking about what we think this child could be like. I’m sorry if me telling you to stop stressing upset you but you don’t deserve to go through none of that, we shouldn’t have to go through none of that.” 

Kiyana couldn’t stop her tears even if she tried, just hearing how the stillbirth of their daughter affected him, had her seeing things in a new light. “I promise to stop stressing okay. I know it’s not good for baby boy.”  She reached up to wipe the tears from his face. 

“That's all I ask.” He whispered then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips feeling even more guilty about his adulterous ways. 

Josh excused himself from the room as the doctors came in to talk with Kiyana. He walked down the hallway far away from her room and called the number Shanté texted him from. “I didn’t think you would call.” 

“I only called to tell you what happened yesterday was a mistake and it ain’t happening again” Jos tried to hang up the phone, but something in him was telling him not to. He needed to hang up, him even calling Shanté was wrong. 

“You still there?” She asked and Josh could hear the smirk. He sighed and dropped his head to his chest. 

“Yeah, I fly into Houston for Raw on Sunday, I’ll send you my hotel info.”  Shanté laughed and blew a kiss into the phone

“See you then.” Josh said nothing as he hung up the phone and slid it into his pocket.. 

“What the fuck did I just do?” He muttered, banging his head against the wall.

hey... again lol

How y'all feeling about this chapter? 🫣

Joshua is literally the worst and I hope this get-back bring him to his KNEES!

so if it's confusing (which i hope it's not) They got married 13 years ago when Kiyana found out she was pregnant for the 1st time, but they had some complications which resulted in a stillbirth. There will be more on this in a later chapter though I promise.

And if it's too triggering for some of you I wholeheartedly apologize, I'm just writing some of my past traumas mixed in this story. ❤️

[reputayswift]

(☝️🥁✌️🥁☝️✌️🥁…wait, is this the song with the drums? 🤔)

I met a guy 🙋‍♂️ in the summer 🏖️ and I left him 🏃‍♀️💨🙍‍♂️ in the spring 🌷 he argued with me 🗣️🙄 about everything 🤷‍♀️ he had an:

ego 😎

and a temper 🤬

and a wandering eye 👀

he said he’s 6’2” 😌🧍‍♂️📏 and I’m like, “dude, nice try” 🤥🤏😭 but he was so much fun! 🥳 and he had such weird friends! 🤡🤡🤡 and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end! 👯‍♀️💃��🕺🌌 another:

☝️ song 🎶

✌️ club 🌃

☝️✌️ bar 🍻

✌️✌️ dance 💃🕺

and when he said something wrong 🗣️🤚😡 he’d just fly me to france 💁‍♀️✈️🇫🇷🥖 so I miss him some nights 😔🌠 when I’m feeling depressed 🙍‍♀️⛈️ (‘til I remember every time he made a pass at my friend 🤔💭😘🧍‍♀️) do I:

love him? 😍🥰

hate him? 🏃‍♂️🗡️🏃‍♀️💨🤬

I guess it’s up and down 🤷‍♀️⬆️⬇️ if I HAD to choose I would say right now…🤔

I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️🗡️🏃‍♀️💨

make him really jealous 😠🟩 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

make him feel BAD 😭💔👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️💕🏃‍♀️💨

(‘cause then again 🤔 I really miss him 😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and it makes me real SAD 😭💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨)

I WANT:

SWEET revenge 🏃‍♂️🗡️🤪

him again…😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

to get him BACK 😩 (BACK, back…)

so I write him all these letters 📝👩‍💻 and I throw them in the trash 🫳📃🗑️ ‘cause I miss the way he kisses 😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and the way he made me laugh 😔💭🤭 yeah, I pour my little heart out 👩‍💻🤳🏻💕 but as I’m hitting send 👩‍💻👉💌 I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends 👩‍💻💭🫣🤢🥴🙄 because everyone KNEW 🧐🧐🧐🧐 all of the SHIT that he’d do 💩 he said I was the only girl 🗣️🤚🤭 but that just wasn’t the truth!! 🧍‍♀️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and when I told him how he hurt me 🤬🗯️ he’d tell me I was trippin’ 🙄💬 but I AM my father’s daughter 👨‍⚕️🙋‍♀️ (so maybe I could fix him 🤷‍♀️👩‍⚕️🩺🧍‍♂️)

I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️🗡️🏃‍♀️💨

make him really jealous 😠🟩 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

make him feel BAD 😭💔👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️💕🏃‍♀️💨

(‘cause then again 🤔 I really miss him 😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and it makes me real SAD 😭💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨)

I WANT:

SWEET revenge 🏃‍♂️🗡️🤪

him again…😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

to get him BACK 😩 (and then? 🤔 🗣️ and then!!!!)

to get him BACK (back…back…)

I WANNA:

key his car…🚙🔑🤏😈

make him lunch 🍲✨👌😇🪽

break his heart…💔💥🔨😈 (then be the one to stitch it up ❤️‍🩹🪡🤏😇🪽)

kiss his face 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 (with an UPPERCUT 🤕💥🥊😈)

meet his mom 😇🤝👵 (just to tell her HER SON SUCKS!! 🗣️🗯️🫢)

I WANNA key his car…🚙🔑🤏😈 I WANNA make him lunch 🍲✨👌😇🪽I WANNA break his heart…💔💥🔨😈 stitch it right back up ❤️‍🩹🪡🤏😇🪽I WANNA kiss his face 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 with an UPPERCUT 🤕💥🥊😈 I WANNA meet his mom 😇🤝👵 and tell her HER SON SUCKS!! 🗣️🗯️🫢

🗣️👏 I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️🗡️🏃‍♀️💨

make him really jealous 😠🟩 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

make him feel BAD 😭💔👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

🗣️👏 I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️💕🏃‍♀️💨

(‘cause then again 🤔 I really miss him 😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and it makes me real SAD 😭💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨)

I WANT:

SWEET revenge 🏃‍♂️🗡️🤪

him again…😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

to get him BACK 😩 (and then? 🤔 🗣️ and then!!!)

to get him BACK, back, BAaAaCK…

🎸🎸🎸 I’ll get him! I’ll get him! I’ll get him! I’ll get him 😈💕BACK!!💕😈 (🗣️👏🗣️👏) Get him back!! (🗣️👏🗣️👏)

🍺🥴 I'm gonna get him sooooo good, he's not even gonna know what hit him…he’s gonna love me and hate me at the same time 😇😈💕 (🗣️👏 you better get him BACK!) shsjdidk I got him good I got him REALLY good 🗣️🍻🥴

[rykemeadow]

I wanna key his car I wanna make him lunch I wanna break his heart Then be the one to stitch it up Wanna kiss his face With an uppercut I wanna meet his mom Just to tell her her son sucks

[dira333]

Bakugo x Reader, 6 parts, Timeskip AU

Not everyone is born with a Soulmark. But even if you are, it doesn't make things easier.

Warnings: None, Angst to Fluff.

Chapters are going to be posted daily - Masterlist

Part 5

“Thanks for coming, Dad.” Katsuki closes the door behind Masaru, makes sure to double-lock it. He doesn’t want visitors right now.

“You don’t look good, boy. Are you eating enough?”

Instead of answering, he pulls his father into an embrace, fighting against the tears threatening to spill. When was the last time his father was taller than him, sturdier than him?

Masaru rubs a soothing hand over his back.

“It’s okay, son. It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he manages to get out. “It’s really not.”

“Wanna tell me about it?” Masaru takes the Couch, pats the space next to him. “Come on, I’ll listen.”

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“At the beginning, of course.”

Slowly, still a little unsure, he settles next to him, lets his head fall back against the headrest. His Dad’s shoulder is there, on his left side, like a pillar holding him up.

“Do you remember when I told you about the Fake Soulmate?”

“The one that happened to your friend with the red-white-hair?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“I remember. What about that?”

“I never told you what came out of all of it, did I?”

Masaru hums in quiet acknowledgement, listens patiently as Katsuki unfolds the drama of it all like the world’s worst present.

“And now you’re scared.” Masaru comments when he has finished, last nights events still heavy on his tongue.

“I’m not sc-”

“Yes, you are.” Warm, sweaty hands fold around his and squeeze. “And it’s okay to be scared.”

Katsuki huffs. “I’m a Pro Hero.”

“This is different. You know that.”

He sighs, long and drawn out, before he turns to look at his father. 

“I didn’t tell you one thing,” he admits, still a little shaken by it. “The doctor couldn’t prove it, but he thinks the pain in my chest could have come from my Soulmate rejecting the bond.”

Masaru’s eyebrows furrow like angry caterpillars. Cold dread spreads over Katsuki’s shoulders.

“You’ve found them,” he guesses. “That’s why Mom blew up my phone yesterday. That’s it, isn’t it? You met them and now they know and they’re rejecting me before they’ve even met me.”

“No, Katsuki, that’s not it. I admit, your mother thinks she spotted the Mark yesterday, but how long has it been since she’s last seen it? I didn’t get a good look of it, to be honest and I asked your mother not to interfere. I did think she understood where I was coming from. And I told the girl the same thing. She didn’t want to know, actually. Put her hand on Mitsuki’s mouth to stop her from talking.”

“Wow,” Katsuki chuckles. “That takes guts. But… her name-”

“Don’t.” Masaru shakes his head. “Don’t ask me for it. That’s not who you are. If you want to meet them, find out for yourselves if there’s something there, just come visit us at work more often. I’ll make sure to shut off the A.C. so everyone’s running around with less clothes on.”

Katsuki’s half through a chuckle when it hits him. At work. His father said “at work”.

You’re working for him. You’re working with him, too, because you saw the Pictures he has on his table. Could it be?

“What if-” He hesitates. “What if the girl I’m interested in is my Soulmate? But she’s into Izuku?”

“How will you know if you don’t ask?”

“I can’t just ask her,” Katsuki glares at him. Why doesn’t he understand? “We’re having a good thing going on. If I ask her and she realizes I’m into her but she’s not my Soulmate nor shares the feeling, she’d probably move out. And you know what a hassle it is to get a roommate I don’t want to kill on their first day.”

“What if you ask her and she is your Soulmate?”

“What if she’s my Soulmate and she’s into Izuku?”

Masaru’s face softens. “Izuku has the uncanny ability to be liked by all, but that doesn’t mean everyone loves him too, does it?”

His words feel like a punch in the gut and Katsuki involuntarily sucks in a breath of air, trying to gather himself. 

“Look,” Masaru puts his hand on his shoulder, rubs the tight muscle there. “You’re brave. You’re smart. You’re confident. Even if you get stuck in the same situation as Izuku, bound to a Soulmate who’s not yet sure if she loves you, you’ll go about it differently. Because you’re Katsuki Bakugo. You’re not afraid to break something if it means building something else.”

Katsuki groans. “That’s a stupid pep talk.”

“Maybe. But it’s the truth. I’m going to leave now, because your Mother will surely wonder where I’ve gone to in the middle of the morning. You know what you have to do. You just have to be brave enough to do it.”

- x -

“Katsuki?” You pick up the Call, heart already racing. He’s never called you at work before and you’re just glad that you took Lunch a little earlier, now left alone in the spacious Open Office without anyone listening in.

“Hey.” His voice sounds rough, but not worse than it did in the morning. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“So…” He falls quiet for a second and you check if the Call’s still connected. “I have a friend.”

“Uhuh?”

“Well, this friend has had a rough childhood, so he’s not the best at emoting, but he’s found a girl he likes and that likes him back. In Highschool, too. Highschool Sweetheart, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, they graduate, move in with each other, all that jazz, until his Soulmark gets leaked on Public Television. He’s not bad looking, I assume, because soon, People all over the Country claim to be his Soulmate. The girl he’s with definitely isn’t, but they’re happy, you know.”

“Oh no.” You already know where this is going. 

“Yeah.” Another heavy pause.

“Well, one Girl is so convincing, he leaves his girlfriend for her. Because that’s his Soulmate, right? Well, turns out, three months into their relationship, that she’s not. It’s a very convincing tattoo, if anything, and she’s definitely mentally unstable. But hey, he thinks, he can still go back to his girlfriend, right? The one he still loves, who still loves him?”

“She found her own Soulmate, didn’t she?”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat awkwardly. “It’s a friend of the couple, actually. His Soulmate got destroyed in an accident, but there are pictures of it and it’s clear as day that they’re Soulmates. So now whe have three people who’re not sure how to deal with this. Do the actual Soulmates date even though they never thought about each other like that before? Or do the two people date that have feelings for each other until maybe, one day, they fall in love with their actual Soulmates? It’s a mess, really.”

“So, your friend-” You wonder if he’s taking about himself. He can’t, really. His Soulmark never got leaked. You don’t remember anything glaringly public about the other people from the Mario Kart Tournament either, besides Izuku, who’s Soulmark- Who’s Soulmark got destroyed. Oh. Oh.

“I just talked to him. He’s seeing someone at the moment. It’s still pretty fresh. She doesn’t have a Soulmark.” 

“What about you?” You ask, biting into the side of your thumb.

Katsuki falls quiet again.

“What about you?” He asks instead.

You swallow thickly. Do you tell him? About his parents and your mark and his brother and-

“Ah, there you are!” You flinch at the loud noise, turning. Bakugo Mitsuki’s marching through the Office, her eyes set on you.

“I’ll call you back later, okay?!” You rush out, heart racing for a whole different reason, fumbling to hang up. “Yes, Bakugo-san?”

“We’re in the middle of a Photoshoot and the Jewelry we got is wrong. Could you race over to Ace.3 and get the correct set? It’s just a few blocks down, the location on Fifth Street. They know someone’s coming.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You’re almost shaking as you grab your things. “Do I take an Uber or the Metro? I’ve never been there before.”

“Take the Metro. Traffic is usually slammed at this time of the day.” 

She hands you a folder. “Everything you need is in there. Don’t lose the Company Credit Card. Oh…” She turns back around. “You should really rethink your opinion on this Soulmate thing.”

“Thank you.” You bite out. “But not right now.”

She huffs, clearly annoyed by the answer. “Whatever. I’ll be coming back to it.”

- x -

Katsuki’s glaring at the wall of his office, trying not to melt the phone in his hand with some well aimed explosions. Why does his mother always have the worst timing?

His phone pings with an incoming message.

“I’m on public transport now, so I don’t feel comfortable talking on the phone, but can we talk about this tonight? There’s something I want to tell you.”

His heart lurches into a sprint but he manages to calm down with the breathing technique Best Jeanist taught him all those years ago.

Tonight. He can wait until tonight.

Still. Time has never moved so slowly.

“Hey,” Kirishima appears in the open door to his office. “I’m going on patrol. Do you want to join me?”

“Yeah, why not.” He pushes himself out of his chair. At least that will give him something else to think about. “What district are we doing today?”

“Inner City. You know those fancy stores in fifth and sixth street? It’s never wrong to let the bad guys know we have an eye on it.”

Katsuki agrees quietly, slipping into his outfit. It’s been quite some time since he’s had to properly fight someone. Has it really been a month already since that knife accident?

-

He can smell all the way down to sixth street as they get out of the car.

“Fire?” He asks, adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Probably.” Kirishima adds, moving through all the channels on his radio. The last one mentions the attack.

“Ace.3, Fifth Street, a group of three or four assailants. They are all armed as well as Quirk Users,” Kirishima rattles off as they jog down the street, waving fleeing pedestrians to the side.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary, really. Robberies, especially with a High End Jeweller like Ace.3 still offer good money if you’re in and out fast enough.

They catch the first one of the group at the door. One of the store clerks is clutching her leg, her face ashen.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Katsuki breathes into her ear, using Kirishima as a living shield while he does his best to stop the bleeding. He’s just about ready to drag her out of the store when RealSteel pounds through the door, his partner Phantom Thief right on his heels. 

“You take her,” he tells RealSteel. “Get her out of here. There are three more stories and the basement.”

“I’ll take care of it downstairs,” Phantom Thief offers, grinning. “Care to lend me a hand?” His outstretched hand is more like a taunt than a plea but Katsuki grabs it nonetheless. Monoma’s a good fighter when he wants to be, even if he’s still an asshole most of the time.

It makes more sense that the bigger fish are going to be downstairs, but something, whatever it is, is urging Katsuki to check upstairs.

“You two, downstairs,” he tells Kirishima and Monoma. “Be careful. I’ll check upstairs and follow you. RealSteel should follow you down as well.”

“Are you sure?” Kirishima asks.

“Do I look unsure?” He barks back, already taking two steps at a time.

-

It’s like stepping into a dream.

Flakes of Ash are flowing through the air like snowflakes. Upturned tables and chairs make it hard to navigate the room, but he’s on it, moving through the Chaos.

Katsuki spots a leg first, lifts the desk you must have tried to hide under.

Your face is covered in soot, your features barely recognizable. But he knows you. Even without all those dreams, he knows you. You’re his Soulmate. Always have been, always will be.

He sinks to his knees at your side. “Wake up,” he begs you, his heart hammering in his throat. “Wake up.” 

But as he moves to cradle your head, his hands go straight through it and the illusion vanishes.

He freezes, heart in his throat.

“Katsuki?” Your voice is raspy, a little breathless. “Is that you?”

“Where are you?” He turns, tries to spot you in the chaos. 

“In the corner. Be careful.”

He moves through the mess, not sure what he’s supposed to be careful about.

But there you are, pinned to the floor by a heavy desk, your face a grimace of pain.

“Hey,” he lifts it carefully, pushes it to the side as best he can. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Harharhar,” You laugh humorlessly, pain audible in your voice. “Your mom’s going to kill me.”

“For what? Surviving a robbery?”

“I already got the jewelry she asked for but I lost it.”

“You lost-” He snorts through his nose, disbelief covering every word. “Do you really think that’s important right now?”

“Isn’t it?” You cough again. “There are four of them. Did you get them all? One of them followed me up here to get my stuff as well. I don’t know if they’re still arou-” You shriek, just in time to alert him. He whirls around, one grenadecovered arm pulled up as a shield - the bullets ricochet off it and sink into the walls around. 

The attacker is a guy with yellowed fangs and papery skin. He’s breathing harshly. 

“Knew she wasn’t dead yet,” he all but purrs, a sound so strangely wrong coming from him. “Now give me the real stuff and nobody gets hurt.”

“Drop the weapon and you’ll at least get out of here alive,” Katsuki snarls back, eyes moving through the room. The guy’s got a tail, which could mean he’s got a similar Quirk to Ojiro. But the teeth could also mean something poisonous. It’s all about the movements, too, though the guy won’t move.

In the end, that’s what brings him down. Arms of steel curl around his gangly body, lifting him up from the floor. 

“You’re coming with me!” RealSteel declares, crushing the gun in one hand. “You good, Dynamight?”

“Just peachy,” he snarls back, a little pissed that he didn’t get to fight. But he’s got better things to do anyway.

“The real stuff?” He asks, carefully lifting you off the ground. 

You smile through the pain. “I might not be your mother’s best employe, but I’m pretty good at imitation.”

He tries to snort, the sound catching halfway in his throat when his hand comes back wet from your shoulder.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It looks worse than it is,” you tell him, but he shakes his head, his heart hammering like a humming bird. 

“Let me see.”

“No, it’s- it’s right above my Soulmark.”

Katsuki stills, your body in his arms, his heart in your hands.

“Listen-” His voice sounds harsher than it should, given the occasion. “I already know you’re my Soulmate. Just let me check your shoulder before you bleed out on me… Please.” He adds, because he can be polite when he wants to.

You let out something that sounds like a sob but you lean forward, allow him access to the area.

It really is just a nasty cut, slicing off one corner of the Mark. And even though he didn’t need to check after today, the sight of it still blows him away.

It’s there. Visible, touchable proof. You’re his. If you want to, that is.

-

He’s never hated Protocol more than today.

Because he needs to stay behind for Questioning and Paperwork, unable to see you off properly. Your cut has been treated by the paramedics that arrived on the scene and if there are worse injuries he’ll only find out later, when he gets to talk to you in the privacy of his, your home.

“You okay?” Kirishima walks over to where he’s standing, teeth grinding as he waits.

“Just peachy.”

“Listen, I know you hate when other teams get all the fight but-”

“She’s my Soulmate,” he blurts out, maybe a little too loud because a few people turn their heads. He glares until they turn back around.

Kirishima grins. “I knew it,” he says, sounding just a tad bit smug. “Didn’t I? I knew it.”

“Yeah, well, don’t be so happy about it,” Katsuki argues, the old fear griping for his heart. “I think she’s into Izuku.”

“Into Izu-” Kirishima laughs. “What in the world makes you think that?”

“Well there’s that one moment when they were in the kitchen-”

Kirishima’s shaking his head. “Look, I’m not a girl. You’re not a girl. We can and will misunderstand what they mean. But if Mina tells me that your roommate is head over heels in love with you, I do believe her. After all, has Mina ever been wrong?”

“She can’t always be right.”

“It’s Mina,” Kirishima grins. “She might as well.”

- x -

“Hey!” You greet him from the Couch when he steps through the door, a cup of tea in your hand. 

“Hey,” he drops his bag right at the door, kicks his shoes off and waltzes over, completely un-Katsuki-like. “How are you? Any more injuries? Did they give you a proper check-up? Tell me you went home right after!”

“Relax,” you laugh, cringing when it hurts. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” You put the tea away, sit up a little straighter.

“I’ve got a fractured rib from the Desk falling on me and should take it easy the next few weeks. I can work but your Dad asked me to go through Trauma Counselling, just in case. I did come home right after delivering the jewelry, so I hope you’re happy.”

“This isn’t about me being happy,” he snarls.

“I know, I know. But…” You look away, suddenly feeling awkward. “You said… You said you knew I was your Soulmate. How?”

All tension leaves him with one single breath. He all but falls into the cushions.

“I… I used to get really vivid dreams. Always the same scenario, me walking into that room, the ash flying around, you pinned under that desk. I never recognized your face but that moment was pretty self-explanatory.”

“Oh.” You swallow harshly. “But you… But you had a hunch, right? That’s why you were trying to talk about it earlier. On the phone, I mean?”

“Yeah, kind off.” He’s staring into the distance now. “I just… I have feelings for you. And I wanted you to know. Because maybe you don’t. Have feelings for me, I mean. Which is fine, you know, it doesn’t have to be. I told you, my friends-”

“I do have feelings for you,” you declare boldly, putting a hand on his knee. Katsuki stiffens, his face now almost as red as a fire-engine.

“But you asked Izuku about his Soulmate…”

“Yeah, because your Mom said that he’s my Soulmate. Well, she didn’t say it, but it sounded like-”

“What the hell?” Katsuki’s brows are furrowed that way again and you fear for his head. “Why would she say that? She knows my Soulmark and nosy as she is, she probably already knows that he’s found his Soulmate.”

“Yeah, but I heard her say to your Dad ‘This is about your son!’ so I figured she was talking about Izuku!”

Katsuki looks almost catatonic now.

“Why?” He asks, teeth grinding. “Would you think that… Izuku… is my Dad’s son?”

“Because he…” You’re waving your hand’s around as if that would help you. “Well, he said… he said something that sounded like… Isn’t he your half-brother?”

“No,” his voice is deathly silent now. “You thought Izuku was your Soulmate? Why not me?”

Oh. Well. 

“I didn’t want to assume,” you whisper, ashamed of your own reasoning. “Because you’re you and I didn’t want to be greedy.”

“I thought you were into him,” Katsuki whispers back, cradling your head in his hands. “Do you know how much I worried about this?”

“That panic attack!” Your heart drops at the realization. “You felt when I tried to reject the bond!”

“Why would you even do that?” Katsuki cries. 

“Because I wanted you,” you blurt out, a little less ashamed of that truth now that all the others are out in the open. “Not some Soulmate. Not Izuku. I just… I just wanted you.”

His head sinks forward, his temple pressed against yours.

“Never do that again,” he begs, his hands shaken where they’re holding you. “Promise.”

“Promise,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him. 

-

You wake up with Katsuki’s arm slung around your shoulders, your back pressed against his chest. He runs hot and he snores a little, like a kitten.

Nonetheless your rib hurts from lying on the side and you need to pee, so you move to untangle yourself from him.

“What?!” He rasps immediately, his lips pressed against your ear.

“I need to pee.”

“Tough luck, keep it in.”

“I’m going to piss in your bed,” you threaten and he lifts his arm. 

“If you’re not back here in five minutes I’m coming to get you.”

You snort at the threat and slip out of bed, down the hallway and into the bathroom.

A part of you wants to grab your phone and text Ami. Truth be told you have quite a lot to tell her. But the rest of you just want to slip back into bed and cuddle into this human space heater that you can now call yours. After you’ve gotten a sip of water, that is.

“Five minutes are over,” Katsuki growls, leaning shirtless and heavy against the doorframe. “You’ve got five seconds.”

“Here,” you press the glass of cool water against his lips. “Don’t be grouchy.”

“‘m not grouchy,” he defends himself, pulling you in. “I just want to sleep.”

“Grouchy,” you repeat, kissing his cheek. “You’re lucky I like that.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” he responds, slipping back into bed.

“Can’t sleep on my side,” you remind him when he turns to spoon you.

“Oh,” he huffs for a moment before turning on his back. It’s hard to tell in the dark but you think he’s blushing. “You want to sleep on my chest?”

“Well, if you’re asking…” You can tell that he’s flustered the second you rest your head, the thunder of his racing heart now directly below your ear.

“I’m here,” you remind him, rubbing a hand over it. “I’m here.”

“I’m not worried,” he says and you spot the lie from a mile away.

“I know.”

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔐𝔬𝔪...

Bakugou Katsuki x GN!reader

You sucked in a breath, "Katsuki…babe…hear me out-"

"The fuck?" He gave you a confused look, before his eyes widened and disgust twisted his face. "Don't fuckin tell me…"

Inspired by a short conversation I had with my friend. You can blame him for this

"You ready?" Bakugou asked you, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. 

You two stood in front of his childhood home. While the house wasn't too big, it now seemed to tower over you and you felt like shrinking in on yourself.

"Not really." You admitted. If you were being honest, you had never expected to be invited to Bakugou's house to meet his parents, as weird as that sounded. Anytime the idea was brought up, your hard headed boyfriend immediately rejected the thought, going on about how he didn't need his old hag's approval for his relationship (his words, not yours). You felt relieved by that. You could only imagine the kind of people who raised Katsuki. It wasn't a good image. You loved him, but you weren't sure if you could handle multiple of him.

But then one night, while on a date, Bakugou had stared at the floor with his hands shoved in his pockets. He kicked at a random pebble on the floor before asking you in an annoyed tone if you wanted to go over to his house for dinner.

He made it very clear that he had only asked because his mother wouldn't let it go, and that otherwise, he wouldn't have proposed the idea.

Of course you said yes. Even if you wanted to avoid it, you had to do it eventually if you wanted to make your relationship with Katsuki long term.

So here you were, standing in front of the home your boyfriend grew up in, your hand holding onto his arm (He's weird about you holding his hands. He always insists you should hang onto him instead).

He scoffed, "There's nothin to worry about. Just don't be dumb."

"How reassuring." You raised your fist to knock on the door, but before you got the chance, Katsuki kicked the door, resulting in it slamming against the wall.

"OI, YOU HAG. WE'RE HERE." 

You stood in shock, feeling mortified at your boyfriend's entrance.. So much for a good impression.

"THAT BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN MY DOOR YOU JUST SLAMMED, KATSUKI!" A voice called from inside. 

Bakugou made an annoyed sound, before gesturing for you to walk in.

You hesitantly walked inside, your hand death-gripping Katsuki's arm.

A series of stomps became louder, before a figure came up and stood in front of you. Your jaw dropped at the sight.

She looked just like Katsuki, except taller and well…you know…feminine.

She looked young and beautiful, her skin practically glowing in the sunlight that peaked through the window curtains. She crossed her arms and you noticed that they were defined, the muscle straining against the blouse she wore.

And she had some big….assets…yeah.

You tried hard not to ogle at Bakugou's mom, looking anywhere but where she stood.

"Hag, this is my partner."

Katsuki's mother's eyes softened when she looked at you. She gave you a small smile, "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you." Her smile quickly faded and turned into a scowl when she turned to her son, "KATSUKI, THIS IS HOW YOU DECIDE TO MAKE A FIRST IMPRESSION? YOU CAME TOO EARLY, I HAVEN'T FINISHED DINNER."

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO INSISTED WE COME HERE, IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF YOU'RE SLOW AS HELL."

The two blondes continued to scream at each other. You weren't really paying attention, a little too distracted by something else, but eventually it seemed like they came to an agreement.

"Wait here while I finish dinner, dear!" Bakugou's mom walked back into the kitchen, leaving you two alone.

You felt your cheeks warm up.

"What?" Bakugou must have noticed your dazed look.

You sucked in a breath, "Katsuki…babe…hear me out-"

"The fuck?" He gave you a confused look, before his eyes widened and disgust twisted his face. "Don't fuckin tell me…"

"Your mom…she's—"

"UGH NOT YOU TOO, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

"I'm just saying-"

"STOP TALKING, I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!"

"DON'T YELL IN THE HOUSE, KATSUKI!"

[youreonyourownkid]

I WANNA KEY HIS CAR, I WANNA MAKE HIM LUNCH, I WANNA BREAK HIS HEART, THEN BE THE ONE TO STITCH IT UP, WANNA KISS HIS FACE WITH AN UPPERCUT, WANNA MEET HIS MOM JUST TO TELL HER HER SON SUCKS. OH I WANNA KEY HIS CAR, I WANNA MAKE HIM LUNCH, I WANNA BREAK HIS HEART, STITCH IT RIGHT BACK UP, I WANNA KISS HIS FACE WITH AN UPPERCUT, I WANNA MEET HIS MOM AND TELL HER HER SON SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!

[mydreamsarentrare]

“I wanna meet his mom, just to tell her HER SON SUCKS”

[miniseokminnies]

get him back! — park seonghwa

𖦹 pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader 𖦹 theme: exes to lovers-ish, nonidol!au 𖦹 word count: 2.4k 𖦹 warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, swearing, drinking, marking, toxic!seonghwa, toxic!reader, praise kink, oral (f. receiving), softdom!seonghwa, petnames (f. receiving), unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), fluff if you squint

I wanna key his car. I wanna make him lunch. I wanna break his heart, then be the one to stitch it up. Wanna kiss his face with an uppercut. I wanna meet his mom, just to tell her her son sucks

OCTOBER

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

“How long do you give ‘em this time?” Hongjoong asked casually, leaning against the counter.

“Hm, they’ll probably make it until the end of the night this time,” your best friend replied. Hongjoong chuckled and began mixing a drink for her,

“I don’t give them longer than two hours,” he smirked, spotting Seonghwa just as he realized who Hongjoong was talking to. He knew you were here now.

***

You took a seat on Hongjoong’s couch and fidgeted in the ridiculously short skirt you elected to wear to this party. This Halloween party is the event of the year every year. Seonghwa and Hongjoong throw incredible parties, and as your little friend group expanded and got older they scaled back to one big party a year.

This time last year, Seonghwa and yourself were hopelessly in love. Life happened, and you both decided you weren’t good for each other. The absolute worst version of both of you were present at the end of your relationship last month. Admittedly, the sex was great though.

Seonghwa slipped into the room, scanning over it. His eyes settled on your form on the couch, raking his eyes down your body from across the room. He choked back a groan when he saw just how much your costume covered, or did not cover, of your body. He knew what your game was, he knew this outfit was for him. Even though Seonghwa and you have been broken up for over a month now that doesn’t mean you had to stop sleeping together, does it?

Your friend plopped onto the couch next to you and handed you a red solo cup that matched her own,

“Compliments of Kim Hongjoong” she smiled at you and took a sip. You could tell by the look on her face the drink was a little strong. You raked your fingers through your hair and took a swig of your drink, not even caring what it was in your cup. The mixture of alcohol and soda burned your throat on the way down and warmly settled in your stomach. Your friend quickly got involved in a conversation on the other side of her with Yunho and Hongjoong. They both waved in your direction and you gave them a small smile and a wave.

You began to tune out their conversation and look around the party. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on you from somewhere else in the room. Quickly spotting the source of this feeling you saw Seonghwa sitting across the room from you. He was lazily holding a solo cup that matched your own, you took in his form, as he did to you just minutes ago. His blonde hair was slicked back which drew attention to his cheekbones, the red lighting in the room catching the bridge of his nose strikingly. The white shirt he was wearing was untied, the neckline plunging lower than you’ve seen him wear before.

He zeroed in on you, evidently feeling your gaze on him. You hardened your gaze, realizing this was the beginning of the end of your night, now that the two of you have seen each other. Seonghwa cocked an eyebrow and plastered a smirk to his face.

You hate him. You hate how your stomach swoops when he looks at you like that. You hate that he knows the effect he has on you. He was challenging you to come over, but you, you hadn’t had your fun yet. Muttering a “I’ll be back” to your friend you got up and walked to where a group of people were mingling. Your friend followed you with her eyes before looking over at Hongjoong, afraid she was losing the unspoken bet they had going. He smiled and shrugged in response.

Sauntering up to the group of people, you recognized a few of them, and you found the person you were looking for. You placed your hand on his arm and smiled up at him.

“Mingi!” you squealed, “how are you?”

“y/n!” he leaned down to hug you, you took this opportunity to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. He pulled back and looked at you but didn’t bother to remove himself from your embrace, “How have you been?” he asked, Mingi is sweet, but just an unfortunate pawn in your game with Seonghwa.

“I’ve been well,” you ran your hands down his muscled arms, “I’ve missed you though”. Mingi’s eyes flashed over to Seonghwa, who was watching the two of you with gritted teeth, and then back to you. You leaned into his ear, “Mingi, I don’t belong to Seonghwa. Don’t worry about him.” you drawled.

“I know you don’t belong to him,” he sputtered, “You’re your own person, feminism and shit,” just then Mingi’s eyes widened over your shoulder as you felt a strong hand wrap around your arm. Seonghwa smiled courteously at his friend and dragged you to a secluded corner of his home.

“And what are you doing?” he said in a low tone, placing his hand on the wall next to your head.

“Catching up with Mingi,” you said, sounding bored. You looked up at him from beneath your lashes. He chuckled, a wicked sound you would recognize anywhere.

“Oh, sorry to take you away from your ever important conversation with your best friend Song Mingi” he spat sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah you should be, it was going so nicely” you folded your arms over your chest. Seonghwa leaned in close to you,

“So cute that you think you could possibly be going home with anyone other than me, doll” he smirked.

“Not this time, Seonghwa” you spat, “it’s done” Seonghwa brought up his other hand to grip your jaw, making you look in his eyes.

“See you in my room in an hour” he demanded and let go of you and walked away without looking back. You took a shaky breath before walking back to your spot on the couch, smiling apologetically at Mingi on your way.

***

“Did you go for a vampire costume,” you gasped, “to make up an excuse to bite me?” Seonghwa hummed into your neck while placing open mouth kisses against it with an intensity that was sure to leave dark purple marks in his wake.

“Do you want me to bite you” he breathed, sending a shiver down your spine feeling his breath against the saliva he left behind there. He slowly began to bite down to deepen the love marks on your neck. Meanwhile, he backed you up against his closed bedroom door. The room looked the same as it has every other time you ended up here. Except, the pictures of the two of you have been taken down and put away recently. However, Seonghwa will be hanging on to them for a long time.

You moved your hand to the ties of his shirt, even though they were currently jobless as they have been all night. Seonghwa didn’t have the patience for you so he broke his contact with your neck long enough to pull the shirt off over his head. You didn’t get the time to appreciate his sculpted body before he smashed his lips to yours with bruising pressure.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and let his hands drift down to your ass, which was barely covered by your skirt.

“You are just baring everything to the world, huh?” he gripped your ass, “Such a show off, what are you even supposed to be?”

“I’m a fucking Barbie, asshole” you whined. This earned you another dark chuckle before he moved to tear the poor excuse for a skirt off you.

“Oh you expected to get fucked today” Seonghwa cooed taking in the sight of your lacy thong, “What happened to, ‘it’s done’?” He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his trim waist. He pressed a firm kiss to your lips and carried you across the room to his bed and dropped you down. He made quick work of removing your shirt and you thanked whatever power of the universe convinced you to go braless to this party.

The way Seonghwa looks at your body was a sight you never got tired of, no matter how much you say you hate him. Pure adoration for your form was the only way to describe it.

“So fucking beautiful” he said, mostly to himself, even though he knew you could hear him. He didn’t care. He began to kiss your neck again, and you could feel how excited he was against your thigh. You relished the fact that you could still turn him on just by letting him see you like this. He moved from your neck to your chest, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and tenderly squeezing the other. You let out a breathy noise, halfway between a moan and a gasp at the stimulation. He looked up at you from under his long lashes and flicked his tongue across it to gauge your reaction. You choked back a moan and Seonghwa was moving on,

“Let me hear you, it’s not like they’ll notice, Honjoong keeps the music loud, and you know that” he growled. Then his mouth was at your hip, nipping at the skin near your panties. He began to deepen his nips to full on bites, once again taking pleasure in knowing that soon a deep purple hickey will bloom over this spot. You let a moan pass your lips before you could stop it and Seonghwa broke contact with your hip to smirk for a millisecond before taking the fabric at the waistline of your panties between his teeth and demanding, “off”. You followed directions and wiggled out of them letting the fabric flutter to the floor. “That’s my girl” Seonghwa muttered to himself and you tried to ignore the pang in your stomach at his words. He sat back on his heels and you finally got to take in his physique, you shamelessly raked your eyes over his arms and his torso. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me” and once again you did as you were told.

Seonghwa began to start the process of biting and marking your inner thighs. He moved his way up until he was level with your cunt. You felt yourself tense with anticipation. “So ready and wet for me, huh? No one else works you up like I do” he commented before he began to place chaste kisses to your pussy. He attached his lips to your clit and swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. At this point, you had no idea if the party was still going, the music drowned out by the waves of pleasure crashing into you at the mercy of Seonghwa’s masterful tongue. You moaned unabashedly as he inserted two fingers and continued to give attention to your clit.

Your hand flew to his head, your fingers tangling and slightly pulling his hair. He moaned into your cunt and the vibrations of his low voice made the knot in your stomach tighten. He curls his fingers inside you, a master of the body he spent the last year memorizing like his own. You let out a hum of pleasure and he sucked on your clit for a few more seconds before removing his fingers and his mouth. You whined at the loss of contact but he came to you and caged you in with his arms. He looked beautiful like this. His hair messy from where you pulled it, a few strands of blonde hair falling over his eyes, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. He kisses you hungrily and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

You reach for his belt and began undoing it. Seonghwa evidently didn’t like the speed at which you were undressing him because he broke the kiss to sit back on his heels again and undid his belt and wiggled out of his pants and his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. He gave it a few pumps and positioned himself in front of you. He ran his cock through your folds, teasing you.

“Oh my God, Hwa, please just fuck me” you whined.

“Oh?” he smirked at you, “not so done with me now, are you?” before you had a chance to respond he was slamming into you. You moaned, relishing the familiar feeling of being filled up by Seonghwa. He rammed into you, clearly enjoying the feeling of your walls around him. “You’re always so perfect for me, doll, made for me” he grunted. You pulled him to you and kissed him in a way he only got when he was pleasuring you so nicely. That’s the thing about only sleeping with each other, you know one another’s little things. He continued to pull out and slam back into you like it was the last time he was ever going to be able to, which maybe it was, he never knew so he made each time count. You felt the knot in your stomach quickly tightening and threatening to break. Seonghwa’s thrusts were getting frantic and messy, so you knew he was close too.

You wrapped your legs around his waist again, chasing both of your highs. Pleasure washed over you as your orgasm began. “Perfect girl” Seonghwa said breathlessly as you felt the hot spurts of his orgasm paint your cunt. He kissed you again before pulling out and going to get a towel for you.

Once the two of you were clean he took you into his arms, and you let him. “I love you” he mumbled into your hair before planting a soft kiss there.

“I love you too, Hwa” you replied without hesitation. You didn’t have the capacity to think about what those words meant for the two of you right now, so you just let them hang in the air as Seonghwa began to draw circles on your back.

***

“They’ll end up together, you know” Hongjoong said matter of factly while holding a garbage bag and scooping empty cups into it.

“Yeah,” your friend sighed, “if they ever figure their shit out,” she picked up a few paper plates and brought them over to him and tossed them into the bag. She always stayed to help Hongjoong to clean up, to make sure you didn’t need a ride home, and because she’s impossibly polite. She turned to go search for more trash.

“Yeah…” Hongjoong mumbled, looking after her, “if they ever figure their shit out…”

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a/n: i know it’s a bit late for a halloween one shot but i couldn’t just leave october without one! hope you enjoy! likes and reblogs appreciated ~bennie