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♡/♛- Patience III

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➸ INTERESTS; -pro-hero!katsuki bakugo (27) x f!quirk-less reader (23)

➸ BACKGROUND; -During pro-hero 'Dynamite's term within the top 3 heroes of the country, it was made aware by his agency that he needed assistant around. He hadn't appreciated the gesture really, as he hates being followed let alone babysitting, but he wasn't ready for you to enter his life.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.6.1k, sexual tension, arguing, frustration, mentions of alcohol, drinking, drunk kissing, drunk sex, under the influence mention, partying, teasing, obsession and possesive mention, slight infidelity, mentions of cheating, masturbation, kissing, fluff, smut, etc.

➸a.i; - 🌸my main navigation, so sorry it's been like MONTHS since my last update on this story im so embarrassed. I just realized my last post to this was around christmas? bye its summer break, im working on the aizawa fic as well and posted last night. I've also made an AO3 account this week, so I'll be active on both accounts and take requests on either. thank you! (also not proof read)

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[Patience II , Patience I]

“I don’t need saving, I had it handled.” You groaned, busting open the doors to your main shared office with Katsuki before walking over to your space and placing your things down.

“A thank you’d suffice. Why do you have to be all upset over it, press was eating you alive.” He responded, beginning to remove his gauntlets before closing the doors and locking them. Your jaw tightened at his words before you turned to him.

“Thank you Dynamite. My hero.” You said through gritted teeth before rolling your eyes and going back to unpacking your belongings. You heard him scoff from behind you.

“You’re bein annoyin’. Can you stop doin that and stop treatin me like it’s all my fault?” He said in an agitated tone, tossing his gauntlets onto his desk as they cluttered together with his other items loudly, making you jump a bit. “Yea the press got too into your relationship with your stupid little boyfriend, so-“

“Respectfully sir. Whatever I do with my time and who I do it with when I leave this damn building is none of your concern. Nor is it any of your business who I bring into my apartment or my bed for the night. The press is shameful for causing a stir, but you’re even more immature and selfish for making it worse.” You spat, now turning around to face him as you pointed.

This entire situation was insufferable especially so early in the morning. Even when you both expected the situation to die down months ago after he came towards you with the news of your business nearly being outed it still managed to follow you and bite you back in the ass.

Now the pictures of you and your friend had flooded the streets, being caught at a restaurant and an apartment complex similar to yours, but it was actually his. The two of you hadn’t been officially together but you weren’t open to anyone else either, still working through the labels.

Now, this morning the press had been anchoring down on your future and your plans and if you new ‘relationship’ would pry into your work. As shoving others aside and shutting down reporters Katsuki had the nerve to repeat the question back to you, asking how serious the two of you were.

Now here you were, bickering back at one another, arguing like high schoolers. Yes you owed him the truth and clarity as he was now your superior, but after over a year of being with one another almost everyday you’d think things wouldn’t have to be so hostile.

After of what felt like hours, which were only minutes of frustration and build up lashing out at one another, you sat at your desk in silence. Your back faced to the outside world and Katsuki as you took a deep breath attempting to focus on your computer work for the day.

You started with clearing calendars and schedules, doing whatever didn’t require you to speak to Katsuki as of right now. You could hear some noises and clinking from behind you but you only ignored it, putting in one earbud as you worked.

Hours passed as you neared the end of your shift and work online. Whatever you had to confirm with him verbally or in person you made sure to write it down to ask another time if you weren’t able to email him a link of things. Police reports, hero reports and even council meetings with the agency or board.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at the time on your laptop, reading a soft glow of 8:12pm. You only exhaled softly before resting your chin in your hand before scrolling some more on tomorrow’s schedule.

The thick tension in the room was undeniably intoxicating enough to make you want to scream. Things hadn’t felt fair today and for the first time in what seemed to be a lifetime you had your first genuine fight with Katsuki.

So much could’ve been on the line at the moment, your reputation, your paycheck, your respect and even your job. You felt something twist at your gut as you sat in silence, biting at your bottom lip.

Usually when something upsets you, you’d run it by him and he’d just say alright or blow it off to not raise any issues. Now this time was different, because you had blown up at him and refused to take either of those actions as an answer, and here you were.

Even your relationship with Katsuki was on the line as of now, at least that’s what you were convinced. You had gotten so close with the man and he became everything you hadn’t expected, you were able to make him smile and even laugh, each time blooming a warmth within you that you hadn’t understood.

It certainly wasn’t one you had with your friend Ren, if you could even call him a friend. The things you’ve done or said to one another certainly weren’t friendly actions. Maybe you were at fault for the first half, taking out your frustrations and anger from unhappiness on everyone but the actual reason.

You felt your eyes begin to sting for a moment before swallowing. Hoping to flush whatever nerves and heat that rose to your face at the moment. Work might be one of the worst places to cry, and it certainly wasn’t something you’d begin to do today.

In one fellow swoop you clicked your laptop to sleep and closed it, standing up from your seat and pushing in your chair. Slowly you gathered your belongings, your mind racing as to think of what to say, or how to start it.

Soon you gathered all of your things on your side and got a hold of your coat, holding it in your hands as you made your way over to Katsuki, who was seated at his desk in different clothing on his two screened desktop.

“I wanted to apologize for today sir, it was never my intention to cause such a large issue or ruckus between us.” You said apologetically, bowing as you did so, a small frown falling upon your lips.

He only looked up at you, not responding. No reaction was plastered on his face, not one of surprise or shock, maybe even anger or sadness, nothing. He stared at you as if looking at a wall, clicking his tongue before moving off to the empty side of his desk before gesturing you to sit down.

“Do you drink?” He asked you, already grabbing two glasses and placing them down on the table as you watched him. You raised a brow at the question before answering truthfully, making him walk over to the large fridge/freezer from behind him as he opened it to reveal neat whiskey.

He sat down, pouring an ample amount of whiskey into each cup, pouring more into his before placing the cap on the bottle. He could feel your eyes on his, feeling the confusion in your gaze, but he hadn’t faltered any of his movement. He only placed the bottle to the side and slid your cup over to you before speaking.

“You have nothin to apologize for. I was wrong for buggin you with it anyways, you were stressed enough.” He started, picking up his chilled glass and taking two gulps before starting again. “Whatever you do, or whoever you do is none of my business.” He finished, taking another swig of his drink before placing his cup down, raising a brow as he watched you.

You sat there with your cup, resting in your hands but untouched. You only looked into it with an even wider frown now, brows furrowing slightly as you took in his words, eyes flicking over to him and back to the cup.

“Is that your way of an apology?” You asked, earning a soft chuckle from him, if you hadn’t been so focused on him you would’ve missed it for sure. “I was sure you’d hate me” you ended, before taking a large mouthful of your drink, nearly finishing it.

“I could never hate you” was all he said as he watched you, before finishing his own short glass. He only turned to open the bottle of whiskey again before pouring himself more and pushing the bottle closer over your now empty cup, filling it to the top as he did for his own.

His words echoed in your head, you smiled softly. Never was a strong word to use, especially given the circumstances of this morning. You only looked down into your glass again, feeling the back of your neck and ears heat up intensely as your stomach felt light.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve grown very fond of me.” You said in a joking manner, earning a hum in response from Katsuki. “You might even like me sir.” You said on edge, boring your eyes into his face to rile a reaction out of him, he only took a mouthful of whiskey before parting his lips to answer.

“Take it however you want to” he responded, watching as you enjoyed yourself as you drank. The warm in your chest from the alcohol felt so relaxing once it settled, immediately feeling the effects seep into your head and spread all over your body.

You placed your coat in your lap now, making yourself more comfortable as you let your down from the ponytail it was in. You took a sigh of relief as you did so, immediately feeling better.

Katsuki watched you, his eyes training over your face and body like a predator watching its prey before making its move. He was thankful for having alcohol here, hoping it would hide whatever blush that would appear if things came to worse.

He’d rather flush out the feeling of anxiety and jealousy in his chest with the warmth of the alcohol, wanting to forget all of this morning. He had expected you two were close, closer than he anticipated, than he hoped for. His slight subtle touches and sayings never went by you, and yet you ended up with another man.

When he found out that this morning it dug into his skin harsher than anything he had felt for years. Like the feeling when Izuku had grown a quirk at random, or when he was beaten over and over again in competition of his other classmates and superiors in challenges, exams, and even missions.

Because now he was in competition all over again, and the challenge was you, to grasp at your attention and become a priority of yours. Maybe if he had kissed you back all of those months ago before walking you to your car, things would be different.

As strong as Katsuki was, as powerful as he was and as wealthy as he was, he wasn’t anything short of a coward. All he could do was sit and watch you slip away from his fingertips no matter how hard he tried to grasp at you.

It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair to him. Whoever you were with now surely didn’t deserve you, they surely didn’t make you as happy as he could. Like how he’d watch you grin from ear to ear when you’d try new food you’d enjoy, or when someone makes a mistake you’d point out in meetings with the agency only to be rewarded of your sharp eye afterwards.

It felt like now things had started to move backwards. The time and energy that you’d built off of one another was now being flushed down a toilet right before his eyes. He wasn’t sure what idea had hurt him more, you being out of touch with him to be with another man, or the fact you just simply wanted nothing to do with him in the first place.

He only frowned at the thought before turning his gaze elsewhere, the bittersweet taste of the whiskey now seeming to get to him. He only pushed the bottle further aside before getting up and walking towards the opposite side of his desk, grabbing his phone.

“I can call you a ride to talk you home.” Was all he said, listening as you hummed to him in agreement. His eyes flickered over to your tipsy eyes, you grinned widely at him, your teeth showing. He only looked back over to his phone and shut his eyes tightly, removing the mental image he placed of you in his head.

Maybe drinking with you alone was a horrible idea. He had only wanted to rid of the bad tension of this morning, but he seemed to have made things worse. Your hooded eyes and cheeky grin, hair lowered down to the sides of your face and your glossy lips being less flush as your makeup stained the glass.

He only made his way over to you, one hand holding his phone while the other held his glass, raising a brow at you as you sat up straight. “Do you want me to call them now?” He asked, earning a small shake of the head from you, before slowing your movements and smiling again.

You stood up now, leaning over the desk to reach for the half filled bottle of whiskey before Katsuki reached over stopping your hand, all after putting his phone in his pocket. You stood up straight to look at him, rolling your eyes before taking his glass from his hands and downing the rest, maintaining eye contact with him.

He only swallowed before looking off to the side, taking the glass from your hands and placing it down onto the desk. You only looked at him, moving your head slightly to the side to lock eyes with him again.

“You should go home.”

“I want to stay here longer, I just got com-“

“Your shift ended a while ago, I’ll call a car.” He cut you off, reaching into his pocket again grabbing his phone. You stopped him before he was able to pull it out.

“Please… Katsuki.” You pleaded, brushing your hand away from his wrist as you placed it on his chest, his face hovering over yours. That same scent of his familiar, sweet like nectar mixed with cologne and it drove you mad.

You asked yourself if his lashes had always been so long, and brown as well, not blonde like the rest of his hair or eyebrows. Or how he had the smallest freckles this close to his face, you couldn’t see them before from far away even with your glasses on.

You let your fingertips dance across Katsuki’s face for a while, and surprisingly he let you. Not moving or complaining as you did so, making you smile even harder, feeling your cheeks start to strain.

“You’re very pretty for a boy.” You cooed, now tracing out his freckles of his face before kissing the side of his cheek softly, now on your tip toes before pulling back. You only felt both of his strong hands rest on each side of your waist before pulling your body closer to his.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret, you have to go home Y/n.” He stated, holding you in place and lowering his head. You only lifted his face again as you reached on your tip toes, now kissing the bridge of his nose, gasping as his fingers now dug into your skin, lifting you up onto the desk to sit beside the empty glasses.

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m not”

“Prove it.” He gasped, his face flushed as his hands never left your side, watching you as you laughed. He watched the way your throat bobbed and you tossed your head back, your hand coming towards your mouth as if to hide it.

“My name is Y/N L/N, today is Thursday and we’re in year 20XX. I can walk in a straight line too.” You said, counting off your fingers as you named every obvious detail as you looked at the calendar on the wall from afar.

“Don’t do this to me” he said in a whisper, barely loud enough for you to catch onto, but you did. You only raised a brow at him as he wore a frown on his face, letting go of you suddenly before getting his phone and sending out a message, his phone dinging within seconds.

He only grabbed your belongings without warning, taking your glasses and accessories and placing them in your bag. Lifting them off your and his desk before making his way back over to you, grabbing your coat as you stood up off his desk.

He grabbed your hand, pausing for a while as you intertwined your fingers with one another as you made your way to the elevator. He pressed the down button, waiting for it to open silently. He didn’t dare turn around to look at you, his pulse sky rocketing and mind racing in confusion.

Soon the elevator arrived and he only waltzed in with you, your hand soon slipping from his grasp as you stood inside, watching him with a satisfied hum. The tension inside seemed to buzz louder than the dying alcohol in your system had, making you more flustered than you possibly already were.

You weren’t sure how or what lead to the moment, although you were sure you made the first move, but as of right now he had you pressed against the wall of the elevator, just underneath the large camera serving as a blind spot as he kissed your lips roughly.

His tongue tasting the same as the whiskey you’d had with him upstairs earlier as your bag was dropped to the elevator floor. You moaned into his mouth as both of your hands were wrapped around the back of his neck, as his hands seemed to maneuver every way over your body.

Starting from cupping your face to hugging at your hips and waist, crawling down to squeeze at your ass and even hold you up by your thighs as you straddled him. The short, but painfully sinful moment being cut as the elevator dinged, making him practically jump off of you.

He gasped, attempting to slow his breathing as you did the same, your fingers ghosting over your lips as you did so. He was quick to pickup your bag as you fixed your ruffled skirt and wrinkled blouse. As you stood towards the entrance of the elevator as the doors opened Katsuki stopped you, fixing your hair in the way it had looked before it all started before letting you step out first.

The walk through the lobby and out into the lot was absolutely silent, you only snuck glances at one another in secrecy. From what you’d seen on Katsuki he seemed overjoyed, a large smile, genuine at that placed over his face as he walked.

As you made it outside towards his driver he held the door open for you, handing you your bag as you sat. You only nodded and thanked him as he closed the door, your window rolled down.

“Thank you… for today. I’ll let you know once I make it home.” You said cheerfully, he only nodded, his hands resting in his pockets before taking a step back, nodding his head to the driver as a signal for you to go.

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Katsuki Bakugo isn’t in love, and he certainly isn’t in love with you. It would be the only way to explain his crazy attitude and actions recently, but that couldn’t be the case.

He understood love, he had loving and caring people in his life who showed it to him, but none of those people he loved had made him to thibns like these.

He was unable to sleep, eat, bathe without fully engulfing in memories of you. Dreaming of you at night, or even imagining you eating dinner with him in his large house alone.

There have even been times you’ve been in the shower with him, your head tilted back a bit for the water to drip down your body, all for him to watch you, or masturbate as he did so. He’d watch as his imagination of you would roll your nipples underneath your pinching fingers as you teased and played with yourself, moaning his name over and over.

You’d always keep eye contact with him as you did so, and somehow always cumming at the same time. Then after things ended you’d disappear from his shower, from his thoughts, until night would come.

He was sure he was wasting his twenties away, that this was some sort of illness. He had went through all stages of ‘love’ he had deemed impossible and entirely unnecessary.

There was the stage of affection or crushing, that was how it had all started off. Catching glimpses of you longer than he should have, hanging with you longer than usual and listening to your small talk, making mental notes of what you liked.

He was sure that stage ended after the interaction with his parents for the first time, and even after mentioning your name on accident to his friends. He hadn’t seen you as anything then, just sure it was the work atmosphere and liking to let loose with you from time to time.

That’s not what coworkers or employees do, that’s what friends do. Yes, the two of you became a baseline of friends outside of work from that small time period and he was quite fond of it, but it still hadn’t entirely described all he felt.

Like the small chances of jealousy, especially more than usual recently, and lust. The lust was intoxicating beyond a point he could stand. He was honestly so surprised with himself he hadn’t just fucked you rough to have his hips snap into your pelvis repeatedly on his desk after your lips ghosted over his face over and over. You were such a tease and he hated it for himself, he hated more that you hadn’t even seemed to remember anything else you did the next day.

Don’t get him started on the concept of obsession either, seeing things in public or on social media pages and thinking if you’d like it. Than forcing a schedule that revolved around you in it daily, even if you weren’t working that day he had to see you. It wasn’t healthy in the slightest but in all honestly who was Katsuki to give a single fuck about anything he was obligated to not do.

Like how he’d pry and as more about you and your “mystery” man you still had yet to reveal his name and background to him for. Or how he’d have your log in information and password for your laptop and check on things every now and then, emails and webpage history. Taking note of what you’d do and what you had set up for yourself outside of work hours and away from the agency behind his back, smiling to himself when there was hardly anything there.

He never saw himself as those weirdos he’d tease from crime television, or stalkers he’d heard stories of. He was an admirable man, at least he tried to be, being less of a wreck and head over hells in anger issues as he grew older.

He might have not been calm as much as he’d like to be but he had managed the collected half. Now since your intimate moment in his office after having a glass or three in his office he was sure keeping his distance from you would be best.

Maybe you were lying, for your own sake and dignity about not remembering. Shame could be a reason, or fear, fear of how your relationship would continue if you had acted on those feelings before.

And it hadn’t helped that he let it happen, his pride weak and grip even weaker. He was in a mental battle with himself, telling you to leave and stop but grabbing you and pulling you closer to him. Allowing your lips to rest upon his face and your hands rest on his chest, as you spoke of your familiar boyfriend in the morning.

Katsuki wondered if he should’ve felt bad for the man. The press and public getting ahold of his relationship with you and yet you were in his office, pressing soft kisses and giggles onto his face.

But as you mentioned you didn’t remember, so there was no reason to think or act on anything. If he could go back and do things differently he would, but he’s not sure he’d be able to have the balls to do it.

He wondered for a while how your relationship was, whether you were enjoying yourself and happy with the way things worked out. A part of him agreed that couldn’t have been the case since you seemed so ready for him to take you, and even wondered if you two were truly official.

Maybe if he knew the answer to those questions the guilt that gnawed on his heart that night would have no reason to even be there. He was entirely sure he would be able to satisfy whatever need or desire your body craved, or whatever your flaunted boyfriend couldn’t provide.

No matter the reason or cause, Katsuki was sure he wasn’t one of the worst men on the planet, and certainly not the most jealous, which eased his mind. Some men in his situation would’ve either killed the woman they’re infatuated with or kill the 3rd involving party, leaving a gruesome look and record.

He was very far beyond that point and he knew he had nothing to worry about. Except for tonight of all nights that is, being out with his friends at a large bar, to which they practically begged him to invite you.

You had made your familiarities with all of them before, during Katsuki’s birthday, and yours had passed a while back to have a nice dinner with everyone. So seeing them all again and sharing laughs and drinks were evident, especially when Mina gasped at your forwardness.

“I mean, it’s like he hates me or something! Going around and hiding for months and he still has yet to call me his girlfriend! Technically we aren’t dating so I can do whatever the fuck I want!” You shouted, throwing your arms up in frustration as the others laughed, Katsuki stayed quiet, eyeing you.

He had spoke less and less throughout the night, but this had immediately caught his attention. He turned his head to face you, sitting two seats down across from him as you laughed along with Mina, taking another shot before speaking.

"I'd never date a guy like him anyways, it's just something to pass the time, he gets it." Was all you said before earning a couple laughs and 'oh's' from others, and a brow raise from Katsuki.

"Girl you're speaking like you've got another guy on your mind." Mina gasped, you only looked off to the side with a smirk, not bothering to respond. She only squealed in response as you finished your drink, humming softly.

She went on and on with the others, inquiring to know who it was that had you so captivated to the fact you were too embarrassed to share. You only ignored it, waving your arms profusely as you watched your empty cup. You looked over quickly to catch Katsuki's glaze in yours before looking back over to the others, making sure it wasn't detected.

As the night continued on, more and more empty glasses and bottles littered your large, shared table, and eventually, you bid everyone your farewells before standing up. As you turned to leave you bumped into Katsuki's chest accidentally before pausing and looking back, your apology slurring.

He only turned with you, his hand resting on your lower back as he escorted you to the car, he was speaking to you, but you only hummed in response. His words sounded too rapid for you to understand, or maybe it was just the alcohol. You only entered the car, his hands never leaving your body as you entered, you only mumbled as you put your seatbelt on.

He sat beside you, a seat separating the two of you as he leaned forward to talk to the driver. You only kept your eyes trailed on his figure, dressed in casual attire. You never took him as a man to wear jeans so often, he seemed more of a dress pants kind of guy, but it didn't seem to matter too much.

It reminded you of a photoshoot he had scheduled for an upcoming modeling agency that asked him to wear a full denim outfit. Denim jeans and a jean jacket, shirtless as the hem of his underwear hung at his waistline, poking out of his pants. Those photos are still something engraved in your mind, you bit your bottom lip to stifle a giggle that was soon to slip out.

He only sat back as he heard you, turning to face you as you smiled widely, batting your lashes at him. He looked out your window for a minute, watching as the middle window separating the backseat and the driver rolled up. You lifted your fingers up, tracing the corners of his face and cheeks, brushing his hair away from his sides.

He leaned down in front of you, faces only centimeters away from one another. You made the first move, leaning in closer to him as your lips brushed against one another, testing the waters with a large grin. Before you could even pull away he leaned down and kissed you eagerly, his hands gripping at your face and throat, angling your face upwards at him.

He hesitated a little before licking at your lips before you invited him into your mouth without a second thought. If it wasn't for the fogginess of your mind and the butterflies in your stomach gnawing at your focus you could've sworn, he was smiling into the kiss as he did so.

In the small moment of shared gasps and moans throughout your make-out with Katsuki, the vehicle comes to a short stop. You're the first to pull away, looking out your window to see your apartment complex. You gasp into a smile, immediately removing your seatbelt before turning to Katsuki and opening your door, grabbing his hand in a way to pull him out.

He's surprised, but obliges, too drunk to truly care now that you've arrived back at your place without harm. He soon comes out of the car with you and you give the driver a quick thank you and wave before dragging Katsuki along with you through your front door after unlocking it with your keycode combination.

He's drunk now, but he wishes he would somehow be able to remember the code in case of emergency in the future. You only kicked your shoes off and began to attack him with kisses, not making it past the entrance of your home.

He was quick to respond, slamming the door shut behind him as he grabbed you, lifting you up onto his waist as you wrapped your legs around him. Moans and whines were thrown around in the air as he tossed you onto the nearest piece of furniture he could find, your couch.

Kisses turned into bites, grasping turned into grabbing, removing clothing and brushing hair aside until the two of you were completely nude on the couch. You moaned into Katsuki as he continued, the night advancing as you began to sober up, him doing the same.

“Katsuki” you whined, placing your hands on his torso attempting to push him with the little to no strength you had as he thrusted into you with no remorse, grunting at your words.

He was above you, pressing against you to the point you thought you were genuinely melting into the large couch. Your legs were spread for him, as he made himself more than comfortable between them, his upper broad body caging your much smaller one.

He only grunted in your ear, uttering lines between pet names and cursing how good you felt. Honestly you weren’t sure why you were pushing him away, it felt so good, but it was too good. The feeling was making your head spin and your heart pounding through your chest and your body trembling slightly.

“Want me to stop?” He panted, his pace now begging to slow down a little bit as his strokes now became sloppy, looking into your eyes as you shook your head, now digging your nails into his shoulders as you moaned.

My god, it felt as if he was splitting you into two, and you loved every second of it, you whined like a big baby, and he loved it. You felt as if you would’ve burst and couldn’t handle it, and he would just baby you and push you through it.

His positive words would ring through your ears as you babbled, now softly sobbing into his chest as he pressed back down onto you, rutting into you like some kind of animal. You only reached your arms out over his back, hugging him now as you began to do the same with your legs, locking him in place as you felt your high approaching.

He could already tell you were close from how you held him, and your crying getting louder. His grunts and moans became louder, repeating his phrase of 'oh fuck’ over and over again into your neck as he was close as well. You began to squeeze around his length as he dug deeper into you, placing one hand on your lower stomach, repeatedly tickling your cervix with his cock.

You began to grow louder; whoever your neighbors were would’ve definitely heard the sounds of your voices mixing with one another and your skin speaking to one another. Katsuki quickly pulled you into a passionate kiss, your tongues quickly tangled with one another as he pulled his head away, now completely focused on making you cum.

As your vision was clouded in tears you could see the beads of sweat rolling down Katsuki's forehead and neck now, you wrapped your hands around his neck. You quickly began to feel a familiar tightening in your stomach as your heart fluttered softly. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol to blame for the way you felt and how much your body responded back to his, but it was nothing you'd ever felt before.

“I’m gonna- baby, I’m so close,” you babbled, now shutting your eyes tightly, letting the tears streaming down the sides of your face as you mewled. He only huffed and hummed in response, keeping the same pace as he came down to your ear. In a way, you prayed this moment wouldn't end; the blissful enjoyment of making love to one another was so suffocating.

“M'gonna fill you up, keep ya nice n’ full” He whispered, letting out a grunt afterwards as his breath hitched. You had finally reached your breaking point as you had already once tonight beforehand. Your orgasm ripping through you as you shouted out, holding onto your lover for dear life as you began to spasm, your legs shaking slightly while still being wrapped around his large back.

Your own orgasm had sent him over the edge, now coming to a complete stop and placing all of his strength into burying himself deep into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as you groaned, feeling him twitch inside of you before quickly cumming inside of you.

You both laid there for a moment, your legs still around him as he was still buried deep in you as you caught your breaths. Cursing 'fuck' in unison as you both began to come down from your high before he pulled out, groaning as he did so. The two of you just laid there, looking into one another's eyes before he leaned down to kiss you, clearly exhausted.

He only moved over to the side, grabbing a large blanket that had been folded behind him from your previous laundry before throwing it over the top of you two. He rested his head between your breasts and kissed the area softly; you only smiled at him sleepily before wrapping your arms around his head.

Without even realizing it, you fell asleep almost immediately, praying things would smooth out in the morning.

They in fact, did not.

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blueberrybeomgyu · 10 months ago

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୨⎯ "insomnia" ⎯୧ (lcy)

+*:🍓:*﹤smut w a little plot, sub!anton, roommates/friends to lovers, unprotexted sex, edging, wet dreams, palming, blowjobs, light nipples touching, petnames: baby boy, anton calls reader noona, switching povs, fem reader, clit rubbing / wc: 5k / masterlist

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anton can't sleep.

he tosses and turns just to wake up two hours later, hot, sweaty, and heaving. he writes it off as having nightmares, but that doesn’t explain the hard-ons he always has. he considers getting one off to help him relax, and that works for the first two nights. then, in the days that follow, it's like no matter how long he goes at it, getting himself all whiny and desperate, he can't cum. that realization only makes it harder to stay asleep, lucky if he dozes off for forty minutes.

it's so aggravating. during lecture, he can barely keep his eyes open, but when his head hits the pillow, it's like he can't shut his mind up.

tonight, he gives up around 1 am after going in and out of sleep for an entire hour. he's restless but exhausted, and his mood is shot when you walk in the apartment. you had a long shift, so you can’t wait to snuggle in bed and watch a couple of comfort movies. you stop by the kitchen on your way to your room, unable to ignore your roommate's quiet grumbles.

“anton?” you call out, but his back is turned toward you, and he's still mumbling to himself, fiddling with a container.

“sweetheart, is everything alright?” you ask, placing an arm on his shoulder and gently turning him toward you.

“m fine, can't get this stupid box open.” he mumbles grumpily. in his hands, a box of hot cocoa packets is bent out of shape. you look at him in question (how did he bend the box like that? they aren't hard to open), but your attention is instead drawn to his features.

to put it short, he looks terrible. his eyes are puffy and red like he's been crying, his hair is tangled like he hasn't brushed it in days, and his oversized shirt is hanging off his shoulder, wrinkled and stretched out like he’s been pulling at it.

“do you need help?” you reach for the box, but he moves out of your way, tucking the box to himself protectively as he continues struggling with it.

anton knows he looks stupid, struggling to open this goddamn box, but ever since his problem of not getting off started, he hasn't been able to look you in the eyes. every time you guys make eye contact, he feels ashamed.

what’s frustrating is that he doesn’t know why. you're beautiful, and he can't lie and say he's not attracted to you, but he's never thought about you in a sexual way, because he’s put in great effort to not do so.

so why is it hard to be around you all of a sudden? he can’t help but feel sad about the circumstances, as he was enjoying the friendship you two had been building for the past three months.

“i got it.” he mutters again, tone sharp and stern. you watch him for a couple seconds and conclude that he doesn't in fact have it.

“are you sure, toni? i can-”

“i said i've got it.” he snaps, voices suddenly raised and face scrunched up in annoyance. you slightly flinch at his outburst, a wave of your own irritation washing over you.

“excuse me?” you ask, offended by his tone. his face falls and he turns away from you again. seconds later, his shoulders begin to shake with his sobs.

he wishes you would leave him alone, because having your eyes on him makes him feel things he can’t explain. he just wants to have some hot cocoa, get off, then go the fuck to sleep.

“oh, toni.” you coo, mood softening as you begin rubbing his back. “what's the matter?”

you and anton aren’t extremely close, and not by lack of trying. you’re so attracted to him, but love being his friend and don’t want to mess it up by asking him out. despite that, you've never seen him in this state before. his usually cheerful, even charismatic personality is completely gone, turned into something snappy and miserable.

“i'm so tired.” he says, his voice shaky and so quiet you almost don’t hear him. the palms of his hands come to rub his eyes aggressively. “can't sleep, no matter what i do.”

you wonder how long he had to be in this state to be acting like this, feeling a bit guilty that you hadn't noticed the signs earlier. you think for a second about how to help.

“i was going to go watch some movies in bed.” you offer after a few moments of silence. “do you want to join me? it might be nice to have some company for a little bit.”

he lowers his hands from his eyes and thinks about your offer. you guys have huddled in bed for movies before, so it isn’t a wild suggestion, and your bed is always so warm, multiple blankets and plushies adding extra cushion. he turns around, ignoring the heavy feeling he gets from looking at you.

“here, i'll even make this for you.” you gently remove the box from his hands, ripping its cardboard flap and opening it with ease. he looks at you in surprise for a second, then nods.

“okay, why don't you go get settled and i'll be there in a minute?”

he pads softly to your room, shoulders slumped and feet dragging.

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anton is buried underneath your duvet and blankets, only his eyes up to his forehead visible when you walk into your bedroom.

“comfy, are we?” you ask with a light chuckle, reaching out to hand him his cocoa. he sits up in bed and takes the mug. after changing into pajamas in the bathroom, you settle into your own space and pull up a selection of movies on your phone.

“how's the cat returns?” you ask, watching as he downs the drink and snuggles back into the sheets.

“fine.” he mumbles, eyes droopy. you feel bad for him again, hoping he'll be able to get some sleep tonight.

you get through that and a third of coraline when you hear anton huff loudly. you glance down to see that he's snuggled up by your chest, eyes shut and breath even. he’s never slept in your bed before, but you don’t want to wake him up from some much needed rest. you take a moment to appreciate his beauty. in the glow from your bedside lamp, you can see his rosy cheeks and furrowed eyebrows, and your heart swells with fondness. maybe this will make you guys even closer. you smile in triumph and continue the movie.

ten minutes later, you hear it. you ignore it the first time, but it happens again soon after. anton lets out a faint whimper. for a second, you think he's talking to you, but he doesn't respond when you call out his name. instead, he full-on moans.

“n-noona.” he mumbles. the blankets have fallen from his chest and pooled around his pelvis, and you see his hips twitch slightly. “please…”

was he…having a wet dream?

surely not, you tell yourself. the circumstances of this happening are quite unlikely.

“y/n…need you.” he whines quietly, and your eyes jump to the size of saucers.

he was having a wet dream about you?!

your cheeks heat up, feeling flattered but scandalized. he doesn't say anything else, but his breath picks up rapidly, becoming more choked off as it progresses. seconds later, he jerks awake, gasping and panting, his fingers tangled into the blankets. you watch as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to slow down his breath. then, he opens them again and looks up from your chest.

“oh, noona, did i wake you? i'm sorry.” he asks, voice thick and words slurred.

you ignore the way hearing him call you that now makes you hot all over, arousal manifesting in your panties. he sits up with messy hair and puffy cheeks. is he just going to pretend like he wasn't dreaming about you?

“what?” you scoff, a smile tugging at your lips. you can't help but laugh at how weird this situation was.

“sorry for disturbing you, i'll head back to my room now.” you watch in disbelief as he sluggishly stands up from the bed and not-so subtly covers his boner with his large shirt.

the truth is, anton can't wait to get out of your vicinity. your scent is stuck to his clothes, and he doesn't know why he likes it so much. that shameful feeling is back, and he wants it off his skin.

“wait, anton.” you call out, dropping your phone on the sheets and just barely catching his wrist.

shit. he turns back to you, eyes falling to your mouth, and he could've sworn you were almost…smirking?

“did you get to sleep?” you ask, but your eyes lack genuine curiosity.

“oh, yeah, i guess i did.” he answers awkwardly, looking everywhere but your eyes. he’s so cute, and his nervousness makes you feel empowered.

“what did you dream about?”

“what?” he looks at you finally with a look of confusion.

“dreams? did you have any?” you slowly lead him to sit back down. he follows easily, pulled back onto your soft, comfortable blankets.

“uhm, no, not that i remember.”

“you can't remember what you dreamt about?” you ask, incredulous. he looks away for a second, thinking, then turns back to you and shakes his head.

“i think i've been having nightmares a lot recently. i keep waking up on the verge of a panic attack.” he explains. you hum in contemplation. you can’t help but wonder if any more of these “nightmares” have actually been wet dreams, and if so, how many of them have been about you.

slowly, your hand trailed along his thigh, and you delight in the sound of his breath hitching. his body is tense, eyes looking at you in question. “but that's alright, i guess i don't w-want to if they were that scary.” he stutters as your hand trails higher and higher. you’re giving him a sultry look, and he wonders if this is going where he thinks it’s going, and is surprised to realize maybe he wants it to go there, despite it being so sudden.

“that's interesting, because i think i know what you dreamt about, and why you can't get to sleep.” you say, circling your finger around a spot right on his hip. they twitch under your touch, and you almost coo again watching him try to restrain himself.

you’re not sure where you suddenly got the nerve to act like this, but you say to hell with it. you’ve been harboring a crush on him ever since you became his roommate, and he obviously shares the same desire, if his subconscious is anything to go off of. his shy demeanor only makes you more confident. you move on from his hip and slide a hand up his loose shirt.

anton’s almost relieved by your statement—he wants almost nothing more than to have a full night's rest—but he finds it hard to focus on your words as your nails lightly scrape his skin. his eyelids flutter prettily.

“when was the last time you came?” you ask abruptly, causing anton’s eyes to snap open.

“i’m sorry?”

“you likely can't go to sleep because you're so tense. when you do, you can't stay asleep because you keep having wet dreams about me that eventually wake you back up.” you’re not sure if the last part is true, but that’s your working theory. you watch as he struggles to comprehend your statement as you graze a couple of fingers over his nipple, voice catching in a gasp.

“what are you talking about? i'm not even having inappropriate thoughts about you.” he defends, because he tries so hard to not have inappropriate thoughts about you. he doesn’t want to be a pervert and take advantage of the friendship you guys have, so he pushes away any sexual thoughts that creep up in his mind. sometimes it’s so hard, but he values your company so much, and doesn’t want to upset you.

“oh, yeah? so when you moaned, ‘y/n noona, i need you’ in your sleep, you weren't having inappropriate thoughts about me?” you ask, over-exaggerating the way he moaned. his eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of you tugging on his nipple, then you trail your hand back down to lightly trace his bulge. his hips lift towards your hand, and you pull it away.

even in his aroused, half-asleep mind, your words make sense. why he feels shame looking at you, why he’s always rock solid when he wakes up. it’s not a far fetch to think he’s been having sexual dreams, nor is it to wonder if those dreams are about you, since you’re the only person he’s been attracted to lately.

you wrap your hand around his member through his pants, snatching him out of his thoughts.

“f-fuck.” he gasps quietly, surprised at your actions. “what are you doing?”

“did you think you could get off on the thought of me and i wouldn't take up the opportunity to finally fuck you?”

questions swim around in his head. have you been wanting to have sex with him? you’ve been thinking about him inappropriately this whole time? the mere idea of you finding him attractive gets him even more hot and bothered, but he has no time to dwell on these thoughts once you start palming him roughly through his sweatpants.

“oh, g-god.” he whimpers out after a few minutes, hips finally bucking into your touch. “please, ‘m close.” his breath quickens again, uneven and harsh like it was in his sleep. his cheeks are dusted with baby pink, embarrassed about how close he’s gotten so quick, but he can’t help it. you’re so beautiful and you’re touching him and he’s realizing maybe his feelings are bigger than he previously thought.

“you're gonna cum from humping my hand?” you ask, unimpressed. “we haven’t even started yet.”

your words make him feel like he’s being boiled alive. part of him can’t believe this is happening, but he’s so desperate to please you. anton gasps, pushing his hips back onto the blankets to get away from the stimulation.

“please, stop. wanna last.” he begs. he’s so cute, all weak and compliant, and you want to tease him more, see how long he holds out, but you can tell how much he wants to last, so you relent. he mumbles weak “thank you”s as he comes from the edge, and once his breathing returns to normal, you straddle him. he opens his eyes and looks at you in question, audibly gulping when he sees your dark, hungry gaze. he starts a sentence, but you cut him off as you grind your cunt against his member.

“god, y/n.” he groans, throwing his head back into the pillows.

“sorry, you were saying?” you ask, giggling meanly. you keep the movement up, building a rhythm while watching him struggle to string words together.

“i can’t– ahh– can’t believe t-this is happening.” he manages, interrupted by a particularly rough grind. for a second, his head catches on the opening of your cunt, and even through two layers of clothing, the feeling has him reeling.

“hm.” you sigh into the feeling and accept the fact that you were gonna have to throw these underwear away. “why’s that?”

“you’re so pretty a-and nice and– fuck, fuck, need you, please.” he whimpers out, echoing the words he spoke while asleep. you take in the sight of him, and he just looks so beautiful, brown hair fanning out beneath him. his lips are red from him biting them, and you can’t resist the temptation to lean down and kiss him. he tastes a little like the cocoa he had earlier.

it starts out slow, anton taking a couple of seconds to comprehend the situation, overcome his shock, and actually kiss you back. then it becomes more of him panting against your mouth, hips jerking erratically under your weight.

you still don’t want him to finish just yet, so you lift off of him and ignore the displeased whine he lets out. you pull his sweatpants off slowly while lightly scratching the skin of his thighs, reveling in the sharp gasp he takes. he’s so responsive, so fun to play with.

“oh,” you whisper, shocked to realize he’s not wearing underwear. “so what’s this? were you expecting to come in here and get your dick wet?” you ask in disbelief, eyeing his cock. it’s about average, but thick, and just thinking about having that in you has your pussy throbbing. you’re just teasing, but your words break anton into a cold sweat.

“n-no! no– these are m-my pajamas.” he explains desperately, words clipping off into a whine as you lift his hard cock with two fingers then let it flop back down. you can’t help but be mesmerized by it. it was a deep shade of pink, almost red, and a white bead of precum was forming at the tip. you subconsciously lick your lips at the sight. you professionally move on from the fact that anton doesn’t sleep with underwear on in favor of running your tongue across the slit of anton’s dick.

he let out a choked sound and his hips jerk violently, but you’re able to back up before his penis collides with your nose.

“toni, if you want me to touch you here, you have to be still.” you warn, one hand coming to rest on his hip.

“sorry, sorry, i can do that. i can-” his rambling is cut off by you taking his entire head into your mouth. “shit, shit, i– ‘m.” his hands come to tangle into your hair, but you pull off of his dick and place his arms back by his side. you don’t say anything, but you’re sure he gets the command.

“gonna cum already, baby boy?” you ask teasingly, rubbing his wrists gently. his breath hitches at the pet name, and you make a mental note to revisit that later.

“no,” he mumbles defensively. your eyebrow lifts in suspicion, but you take his word for it.

“if you get close, let me know, okay?” you hold eye contact while saying it, and he responds with a nod. “no, baby. answer with your words. can you do that for me?”

“i’ll let you know, promise.” he says, nodding quickly, so desperate to get your mouth back on his dick. you’re not sure how much you believe him, but you oblige, slowly taking his member into your mouth inch by inch. since he’s on the shorter side, it doesn’t take long for you to bottom out, his tip barely even reaching the back of your throat, but he’s hot and heavy on your tongue.

you wait and adjust for a second then begin a pace. under you, anton doesn’t say anything, the only communication being his gasps and grunts. you can tell he’s close by the way his hips stutter, desperate to buck up into the wet heat, but still, he doesn’t say anything. you pull off his dick to instead suck at the head, tongue sliding across and dipping into the slit. almost immediately, anton verbally explodes.

“stop! stop, please– too much, ahh–” he rambles, stuttering around portions of a sentence. he’s so embarrassed, but it’s not his fault you’re playing his body like a fiddle.

you love the sound of him begging, so you keep up the ministrations a bit longer until his whines are so loud that he’s practically screaming, squirming on your blankets. you pull off again and rub up and down his thighs slowly. he gasps and pants as he comes down, so tense, and his cock is even more red, twitching as a steady stream of precum leaks out of the tip. it’s so vulgar that it almost drives you insane, and you’re starting to think you’re gonna lose it if you don’t sit on his cock in the next few minutes, but you push through it.

“aw, that looks like it hurts. want me to help you, or should i just leave you like this?” you ask, rubbing lightly at the head. in anton’s sleep-deprived, sexually frustrated mind, he can’t see how much you want him, how you’re just as desperate as he is, and thinks you’re serious.

“no, please, please, don’t leave me, it hurts so bad.” his hips jump lightly, drawing your attention to his member in an effort to prove his point. “i can’t–can’t get off alone, need you.” he can’t even fathom the thought of you leaving him like this, tender and submissive and so, so hard.

you can’t help but coo at that. you slip your pajamas and underwear, as well as his shirt, off, then straddle him again. you grind your cunt against his member again, this time without the barrier of clothing. before he can beg, you crash your lips into his, swallowing any small sounds that try to escape.

you kiss him until your lips hurt, making up for all the time you spent silently pining after him, not knowing he wanted you just as bad. when you pull away, he’s struggling to catch his breath and looking at you like you hung the stars.

“you’re s-so stunning, i c-can’t believe you l-like me.” he mumbles through stuttered breaths. his hands lay awkwardly by his sides, and you lift them up to rest on your hips. his thumbs rub circles into them shyly, which causes your heart to swell up.

“how could i not like you, sweet boy? you’re so handsome and smart, so caring.” you run your hand through his tangled hair, gently undoing a couple of knots as you remember the traits and quirks that made you like him from the beginning. he practically melts into your touch and praise, but you’re not done with him just yet. you raise your hips and lean into his ear.

“you’ve been such a good boy, do you want me to fuck you now?” you barely get the question out before he’s nodding again, all eager at the idea of finally feeling your walls against his cock.

anton watches with slow, bated breath as you line your opening up with his length, but then you actually take it in, bottoming out with no hesitation, and his eyes roll into his head. he screams, but the sound is muffled due to his teeth trapping his bottom lip. you sigh in pleasure while letting yourself adjust to the feeling, then study his features as you clench around his dick.

his eyebrows furrow, and he lets out another high-pitched keen, and you’re mesmerized by his beauty. anton’s grip on your hips tightens as you lift up and slide back down, but you feel a bit annoyed that his eyes remain closed.

“look at me, toni.” you request, hands resting on his chest to support your weight. his eyes barely open, fluttering like it’s a struggle, and you can't help but think again that he’s just so cute. you want to destroy him.

“good job.” you praise and graze his nipples with your fingers. his hips jerk at the sensation, pushing himself deeper into you, and you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily as a wave of pleasure washes over you. you breathe through it in an attempt to hold on to some sanity. on the next inhale, you pick up the pace, sliding his length in and out of you rapidly.

“oh, oh god- fuck, th-that’s so good, you’re so good.” anton rambles, his voice strained and high-pitched in a way you’ve never heard before. you’re instantly obsessed with the sound and make a tsk-ing noise when he bites his bottom lip. you lift your hand off of his chest and squish his cheeks. his bottom lip juts out in a forced pout.

“none of that, baby boy. i wanna hear you.”

“-t’s embarrassing.” he mumbles weakly, which tapers off into another moan as you sink down fully and roll your hips. you throw your head back, feeling his thick size touch you in places you’ve never reached. you pick up a rhythm of sliding him in and out of you a couple of times then bottoming out and rolling your hips.

“damn, anton. you f-feel amazing.” you moan, stuttering when his hips buck into your own. you look back at him and his eyes are still open, and he’s giving you that look again, the one that makes you want to shy away under all of that adoration. before you can, he throws his head back, baring his pretty, flushed neck as another high-pitched noise rips its way out of his throat.

“f-fuck, -m so-sorry, can’t look– gonna cum, i’m–”

you still on his lap and ignore the frustrated noise he lets out. next to his ear, you whisper, “not yet, toni. don’t you want to make me feel good too?”

he nods dumbly, unaware of how good he’s already making you feel. his eyes are empty and glossed over as you guide his hand to your clit. he rubs it experimentally, and your pleased sigh has him speeding up a bit, pressing a little harder to hear more of those sounds from you.

his entire body is tense and burning hot, so close to the release he’s been chasing for a week, and watching your beautiful body react to his touch only makes it worse. he wants to get you there first, but when you roll your hips down again, he doesn’t think he can do it.

“p-please don’t move, please, please.” he begs, words slurring and eyes shining with desperation. he’s so deeply submitted to you that it’s almost unbearable, and you have the sudden need to please him, make him cum so hard he forgets his name, then kiss him to sleep. you support your weight with your shaky arms and lift your hips up.

“fuck me, baby. don’t you wanna cum?” you ask, putting on your sweetest voice for him.

“fuck yeah, yes, need it.” anton grunts out. he wraps your arms around his neck and grips your hips tightly before roughly thrusting into your cunt.

“oh, fuck, toni–” you gasp out with your face burried in his neck. his desperation shows through his lack of rhythm, his strokes uneven and harsh. he’s hitting your sweet spot so aggressively it feels like you might lose your mind, then his hand comes to rub your clit again, the grip on your waist strong enough to hold you up with one hand.

“oh, god. cum, please cum, i-i can’t hold it.” he begs, words interlaced with keens and gasps. despite your previous permission, he’s still so desperate to please you, even with wet cheeks and eyebrows furrowed in agony. the sight, the feeling of him pounding into your sweet spot, and the harsh, uneven rubbing on your clit sends you into overdrive. you cum so hard your hearing almost goes out, but you can faintly make out his muffled screams, and you feel him cream in you, hot fluids spilling back over his cock as he works himself through it.

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eventually, the air stills, and for the first time in hours, anton’s tense body fully relaxes, his bones melding into your pillows. you lift off of him to let him fully catch his breath, and slip into the bathroom. his eyes are closed when you return, and flutter open when he feels something warm and wet touch his skin.

you’re clean now, having wiped yourself down in the bathroom, and he’s silent as you clean him up as well. his blinks are slow like his eyelids are heavy, and you’re overwhelmed with the desire to leave kisses all over his puffy cheeks.

you put discarded clothing as well as any dirty blankets in your laundry basket, then climb under the duvet with him. he’s warm and cozy when you pull him to lay on your chest again.

it’s silent for a few minutes, but you know he’s not asleep, because his breath is irregular.

“...noona?” he calls out so quietly you’re surprised you hear it, alert to make sure he’s got everything he needs, so you hum in response.

“did you mean it? that you think i’m…handsome, and stuff?” he mumbles. his voice is so soft and sweet that you just wanna eat him up, but you don’t wanna disturb his comfort.

“i meant every word, anton. i’ve adored you since we met.” you confess while running your fingers through his fluffy, tangled hair.

moments of silence pass.

“i think i’ve been denying my crush on you for the past four weeks.” he whispers again, almost uncertain. his words have your heartbeat picking up, the idea of him reciprocating your romantic feelings makes you so happy you could jump on the bed, because you don’t know how you would’ve gone back to being just friends after tonight.

similar thoughts run through anton’s mind. he can’t believe he didn’t see his feelings for you sooner. it feels like after a full week, he’s finally able to relax into his skin again. you’re so comforting, and remembering how you took care of him gives him butterflies. curiously, he looks up at you, and your eyes are staring back at him, as soft and sparkly as they’ve always been. he can’t believe how deep his feelings for you actually run.

your lips curl into a big smile, then you're suddenly cupping his cheeks and pressing warm, wet kisses all over his face.

“so cute. you’re so, so cute. i can’t resist any longer.” you say through smooches. he grunts in feigned annoyance, pretending that his heart isn’t threatening to jump out of his chest. you lay him back down, but he still has one question on his mind.

“noona, w-will you…be my girlfriend?” his uncertain tone is back, despite everything.

“i better be.” you say lightly, half-joking. you continue running your fingers through his hair, and anton’s eyelids become so heavy that he can’t keep them open despite wanting to stay here in this moment with you.

you want to be sure before you drift off yourself, so you wait for a few more minutes, and then his breath evens out, and anton falls asleep.

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a/n : this story on ao3 <33 pls lmk if i missed any tags i should add! this is my first ff so it's lacking, but i tried my best to fix up any obvious plotholes!!

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