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I feel like he’s the type to just steal bonnets and not give them back!! 😭😍😭😍

Bakugou relationship headcannons

🧡💥🧡

•Whew, the way y’all met was chaotic

• So y’all were walking in the hallways minding your business when y’all accidentally bumped shoulders

• “Watch where tf you’re goin’, extra,”

• “Boy, I ain’t no extra, you got the wrong one,”

• From then on he was ✨hooked✨

• He wanted to know who you were, what your quirk was, what classes you had, and if you were seeing anybody

• So y’all were doing joint training and he happened to see you being a baddie while using your quirk and flipping around.

• Man, his friends clowned him so bad

• “Ooooh, Bakugou’s gotta a cruuuuuuush”

• “SHUT UP YA FUCKIN’ LOSERS!”

• Soon after, y’all were making conversation and he starting noticing stuff about you

• He liked that you didn’t take shit from anyone, especially him

• “Tch, you’re just an extra”

• “Ha! I wasn’t an extra when I beatcha ass in trainin’, blondie,”

• They way your skin looked in the sunlight? Wheeeeewwwww he luuuuuh dat *Nicki Minaj cackle*

• He’s not really one for PDA, but he’ll poke you in the cheek to “annoy you” but in reality, he likes the fact that your cheeks are so soft

• And when no one’s looking, he’ll be bright red as he grabs your hand, and if anyone says anything, he’ll go AWF

• When he’s jealous that someone’s getting to close to comfort, he protectively put an arm around you, or if y’all have kissed before, he’ll grip your jaw and kiss you sloppily while looking the person directly in the eye, and he’ll smack your ass when he walks away

• Speaking of first kiss, you did it first

• It was spontaneous. You were in a particularly flirty mood, and you had been flirting with him all day, calling him handsome, and poking his nose, and snuggling up to him with a sweet smile on your face

• Homie was red ALL DAYYY

• He was training looking all fine in his hero costume and you just ran, jumped on him, cupped his face and kissed him

• He was like 🧍🏼‍♂️😧

• He got you back by kissing you back harder and making ya knees weak, no SWV

• His favorite part on you, whether he wants to admit it or not: that badonkadonk

• Like when y’all are chilling in your dorm or his, he likes to lay across your ass, he likes squeezing it, rubbing it while he’s reading, and smacking it

• He think it’s cute when you get mad at him for doing that

• When you wear yellow or orange? OUUU WEEE HE IS IN LOOOOVE WITH YOU

• Like he’ll be more touchy feely, “you don’t look that bad, ya dumbass”

• And especially if you wear it in the sunlight, he is taking discreet pics of you. (He has you as his lock screen)

• His nicknames for you : dumbass, idiot, cutie, cute dumbass, sweetheart, babygirl, babe, baby, firecracker

• Whenever you reassure him that he’s doing great, and you think he’s number one, he will literally tackle you and cuddle you, refusing to let you go

• He knows JT’s entire verse in the Said Sum remix (cause of you)

• You put him on to artists like Victoria Monét, RINI, Jazmine Sullivan, etc.

• He wouldn’t tell you, but he was HOOKED

• His favorite is probably Kiss U Right Now by Duckwrth because it reminds him of you

• He likes laying across your lap and feeling you play with his hair

• He likes to watch you do protective styles of your hair, and you taught his how to Dutch braids. He used to get so frustrated, but he eventually got the hand of it

• LOVES when you have in box braids or goddess locs with blonde in them. He’s OBSESSED with touching them, and he’s pretty much the only person (besides yourself) that you let touch your hair

• When you throw ASS, HE IS LOOKING SO DISRESPECTFULLY ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY LIKE HE IS STARING A HOLE INTO AND IS THINKING UNGODLY THOUGHTS

• He likes when you trace his abs out of no where because you’re bored, and one time you brought him a stuffed animal and he secretly sleeps with it whenever he missed you

• Katsuki may not be the best at showing it, but he loves you unconditionally and would protect you with his life

Thank you for taking the time to bring this masterpiece into the world , this is immaculate

a fucking mazing because I love this I won’t be recovering from this high for a long time 😭❤️🤲🏾

kinktober 2021 day 26 - ABO

alpha! prince! bakugou x omega! princess! reader

wc: 2.5k

summary: your rut starts when you are visiting the royal castle of your best friend and bethrothed, will prince katsuki be able to figure out his feeling or will he succumb to his alpha instincts? or both?

cw: SMUT(sub!reader, fem!reader, a/b/o, knotting, marking, scenting, creampie, light voyerism, no prep, mating press, fangs, biting), royal!au

a/n: there’s a family emergency that happened a few days ago and when this posts ill probably be on a plane, but I worked really hard to get this out. I had to cut a few more kinktober days tho so sorry about that. last one comes out on the 31st!

<< back to my kinktober masterlist

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

There were 15 royal advisors assigned to this task from each of your countries, so how has this managed to happen?

Why were the halls of his castle filled with the scent of you going into rut?

He noticed your slight jasmine smell this morning, but he figured that it was just the lingering effects from you staying in the castle during your visit. But as the day went on, your scent only got heavier, clawing at his nose and making his cock rock hard.

That's when he heard the murmurings, "Did you hear, Princess Y/N has gone into her rut!" "I've heard they called in the country's royal breeders to take care of her."

That was the last straw. No way was Bakugou about to let some common mutt into your room to take care of you. If anyone was taking care of you, it would be him.

You were his childhood best friend, his betrothed. Why call in help from the outside when a perfect alpha was already in the castle?

He abandons his meetings and makes his way towards your room. The stomp of his boots echoes off the marble floors as your scent guides him through the castle.

He stops a few steps short of making it to the wing where your room is. He backs up to the wall, letting his head fall against the cool stone.

Is he really going to do this? His heart races at the implications. You’ve always been there for him, and even when everyone else thought he was loud and abrasive, you held his hand through it all.

Things will change when he goes in there. When he finally sees you. Sure, you’re his bride to be, even if the title has never really meant anything to either of you. Arranged marriages are common and alpha’s and omega’s don't always match, but he can't stand the ache in his chest at the chance that you might turn him away.

What if he goes in there and they still have to call in the breeders? Jealousy courses through his veins just from the thought. No, no, you're just his friend and his betrothed, there's no way he harbors feelings for you more than that, right? The times that he's thought about you while his hands were around his cock briefly flash behind his eyes but he shoves them away.

The hard ache in his chest is just influenced by the intoxicating smell of you, that has to be it. He's just helping you out, that's all.

He runs a hand down his face, hardening his expression. He still has to get into your room before he can figure out what any of the rest of this truly means.

He pushes off the wall and continues towards your door, rounding the corner before he spots the guards outside your room. When they see Bakugou, their stances straighten, hands swiftly going from their relaxed stature to being held behind their backs as he approaches.

"Prince Bakugou, you shouldn't—" one of them stutters as Bakugou looms over them, the look in his eyes making the guards gulp.

"Who are you to tell a prince what he should or should not be doing?" Bakugou sneers.

The guard casts his gaze down at the floor, muttering an apology while the prince pushes past them.

"I'm going inside—” he pauses with his hand on the doorknob “—and if you let anyone else enter the room I will kill you both."

"Yes, sir."

Bakugou slowly opens the door to your room and is immediately hit by a wave of heat and your tantalizing scent — it's so much stronger now that he's in the room with you. The force of it almost knocks him backwards, but he can't help the way his eyes flash as he quickly closes the door.

You're on your bed, blankets pushed to the side as your hand grinds uselessly against your sex. Your brows are furrowed; he knows that your fingers will never be able to satisfy the hunger inside you and it must be so painful. But you seem unaware of his presence in your room.

The sight of you exposed like this makes his cock twitch, and he'd be lying if he said he's never thought about claiming you, but now that you're here… it's all he can think about. Being inside you, filling you with as much cum as possible. It makes the pit of his stomach fill with longing as his mouth waters. Fuck, is his own rut starting now too?

"Princess…" his voice is impossibly small, not wanting to startle you.

You look up at him, your hand never stops moving between your legs as your eyes rake over his body, setting his skin ablaze as he watches a plethora of emotions cross your face: lust, anguish, and an insatiable hunger.

"Prince Katsuki, please.” Your voice is ethereal, calling out for him so desperately, “You have to help me, I need you so badly."

The desire pooling in his stomach starts moving through his body, constricting his throat, making it hard to speak. What is this? Is he nervous? His brain is foggy with sickening desire, but he knows that you don't really need him, as any alpha would do, but he can't help but feel like this is exactly where he is supposed to be.

"You don't need me, but—" he tries to speak before you interrupt him.

"No. No!" you pant, hands leaving your slick cunt so that you can sit up and properly look at him. "It has to be you, I've always known. You're my alpha, please. Please, you have to make it better. It hurts."

He rushes to your side at your confession, his hands cradling your face. You've always known? Why didn't you say anything? Is that why you've gone into your rut early? Being in his presence must have been enough to trigger it.

You're looking up at him with needy eyes and his body moves on its own, pressing his lips against yours softly. Your lips feel like heaven, and he can't wait to find out what they will feel like on his skin instead. Your fingers grasp his hair, pulling him deeper and deeper into the kiss until he's kissing you with an urgency that you return tenfold.

He tries his best to keep kissing you while he unbuckles the sword from his hip, the clang of metal ringing out before his fingers hastily begin undoing the buttons and clasps on his many layers of clothing. You try to help, pushing off every article after he's finished with the buttons and throwing them in heaps on the ground haphazardly.

You needily paw at him, urging him faster and faster until the final article is off of his body and he can focus solely on you. The way your soft skin feels under his palms, the heat of your bodies mingling as your tongues roll across each other, the feeling of your slick dripping onto his thigh as he spreads your legs with his.

Your nails draw across his skin as you beg for him, pulling him on top of you and rutting against him. Your hands rake through his hair as his hands burn across your skin, needing your soft flesh until he can't think straight. Until the need to sink into you is excruciating.

He adjusts your body under him, hooking your legs over his elbows. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds and he can't believe how soaked you are.

“Katsuki, please,” you mutter, staring up at him and biting your bottom lip. He can't believe you're here under him, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes; it's both too much and yet not enough. “Need you,” you mewl, bucking your hips, trying to seek any type of friction from him.

“I’m here, Princess. ’m here,” Katsuki says, memorizing how you feel under him, your gaze igniting something deep within him, and how you shudder as the tip of his cock brushes against your clit.

The fat head of his cock brushes through your folds one last time before he sinks into you. Your eyes flutter from the stretch as your body is finally filled with your alpha’s cock.

Katsuki can't believe how well your cunt takes him, your puffy, slick walls swallowing all of his girth before he's pulling out and slamming back in. Your cunt feels like heaven, and his brain starts to go foggy as he adjusts his grip on you. He pushes your ankles up as high as they will go, stretching your body into a perfect mating press before resuming a furious pace.

He feels you clench around him, your moans filling the room as your scent dulls his rational brain. Any and all thoughts of holding back are pushed away, as he focuses on your princess cunt fluttering around him.

His hips slam into yours as your hands try to grab onto something, trying to keep yourself rooted to this moment, to the way that Katsuki’s grunts and pants fill the air. It's so much, so hot, and it's hard to breathe, but who needs air when you have him? When he's plunging into you with such force you can feel him in your throat, you don't need to do anything except take it, take all of him.

Your hands find purchase in his hair, pulling at his ash-blonde locks and a growl reverberates through his chest when you pull at his roots. The sound goes straight to the building pressure inside of you and when your walls start to flutter, Katsuki can't help but push harder.

His bruising grip holds you down as he puts all of his strength behind his thrusts.

You're his, his mate, his everything. Any thoughts otherwise were stupid of him. How could he have been so stupid? So blind? All these fucking years of dancing around what was so obviously there was idiotic. He could have been there for all of your ruts, and if you always feel like this, he will never miss another one for the rest of his life.

You're his, his, his.

Your legs start to shake against him before your vision whites out, your pussy milking his cock as you orgasm, gushing around his cock. But Katsuki isn't done with you yet, he needs so, so much more from you.

Your moans of pleasure are the musical melody that he has been dreaming of his whole life, and he isn't going to let the symphony stop now.

His hips surge into yours over and over, targeting that soft spot within you as he growls in your ear, “You're gonna give me another, Princess.”

You nod your head, for how are you to refuse such a demand with his ruby gaze staring straight into your soul.

Katsuki lets your ankles go before he's wrapping your legs around his waist. Adjusting himself so that his face is buried in your neck and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

This new angle lets him feel even more of you: the way your breasts bounce against his pecks, the softness of your skin underneath his calloused hands, and your scent glands just underneath his nose, intoxicating him further as his hips slam into you.

Your soft moans fill his ears and your voice calling out his name only drives his ecstasy higher.

“Ka— Katsuki, need your cum—” you cry as your hands paw at his shoulder muscles, digging crescent moons into his skin as your back arches, “—want you, all of you.”

If the situation was any different, he would be blushing at your words, but with his cock already begging for release, he can't imagine anything else. He needs to fill you with his seed, needs you to be dripping and full of him and only him.

Your begging and fluttering cunt nudges him closer and closer to his orgasm, and he can feel his own knot start to build at the base of his cock. Each thrust inside of you makes it swell as he works himself closer and closer. Your creaming cunt lets his knot slide in and out of you easily.

Katsuki is barely holding on, his hips stuttering with each press into you.

“Mark me,” your voice calls out to him through the pleasure-fog in his brain, and with a tilt of your head you expose your neck fully to him. “I’m yours, please. Make me yours.”

Katsukis eyes slam shut as he feels his fangs elongate. Yes, yes. It all makes sense. He's your alpha, you’re his omega. After this, no one will have any doubts that the two of you belong to each other. Mind, body, and soul, you’re his and he's yours.

A feral roar rips from his throat as he buries his fangs into your glands. All of you filling his senses as he sucks and nibbles on your skin. Your moans of ecstasy fill his ears as his marking takes effect, the scents swirling and combining and he swears he can see the colors of your souls mixing and intertwining behind his eyes.

Your back arches when his knot pushes all the way into you, stilling his movements seconds before his cum is bursting inside of you. His dick twitches in ecstasy as he moans your name. More and more of his cum flows into you with each pulse of his balls and Katsuki feels like his balls are finally empty for the first time.

The two of you pant together; Katsuki leaving small kisses across your mark and you leaving them against his forehead, both savoring the feeling of being so full of each other for the first time as his knot keeps the two of you conjoined.

It takes a few minutes before either of you have the courage to speak, but Katsuki breaks the silence first.

His cheeks flush as he looks down at you, a small smirk on his face. “So... You’ve always known?”

You give him a small laugh, before you purse your lips. Only he would know how to ruin the sweet moment.

“Yeah,” you sigh, until your eyebrows furrow. “Wait! Have you not always known?!”

He looks away from you, a small pout appearing on his face, “I didn’t figure it out until I smelled you going into your rut…”

“Wow, Prince Katsuki. You sure are dense sometimes.”

“Hey!” He turns his head back to you, “I’m not the one that had their rut triggered just by being close to their alpha.”

His playful tone would annoy you any other time, but you can feel the next heated wave of your rut beginning to build in your core.

“Well, I guess it's a good thing we have a while to figure out who really is to blame for that.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.”

Katsuki leans down to kiss you, nipping at your lips before indulging you in a real heartwarming kiss. Every fiber of his being feels at home because he's exactly where he needs to be and he doesn't plan on leaving any time soon.

My mind just can’t drop thoughts of being Bakugou Katsuki’s pretty little basketball wife , chearing him on court side bouncing a little blond baby on top of her skin tight black dress.

Ya know watching his team win the championship, him rushing over embarrassing is little family showering Y/N and the chubby baby girl in kisses.

Ya know his teammates uncul Deku and uncul Kirishima stealing the baby allowing her to play with their trophy as Katsuki kisses his wife lifting her up and swinging around like in tho romantic movies.

I was about to go on but I neeeeed to goooo tooo sleep bicth 😪 but trust and believe I have more just say the word, my mind is sooo filled with Basketball ball player & girl dad Bakugou and his Mean ass adorable Wife.

I always say I’m going to write something blah blah blah and then never do but I’m abt to sit my black ass down make a playlist and write a vampire Bakugou story that will include smut and probably someone dying.

I just want to fuck a mentally unstable man who’s been alive for centuries and probably has a terrible back story.

Guys, I seriously think this might be the fic that breaks me. Because not only am I crying alone at 6am, but I'm fricken yearning for something I've never had like this is not okay for me to be feeling these things. But this is why we have art and creative writing, I guess

- so beautifully written I'm actually sobbing bye

DONT LOOK AT ME PLEASE.

Summary: A quiet night in with Jihoon is the perfect excuse to reminisce on the evolution of your relationship with him. It evolves a bit more when he wakes to find you trying on one of the paper rings he's been leaving all over the house.

Word Count: ~4000

Content Notes: this is not smut ! this is just fluff ! very happy and probably tooth-rottingly sweet !!

Warnings: lil bit of weed; mentions of drinking; mentions of eating; cramps mention (not specified as menstrual so even if u don't menstruate you should be good to go), mentions of having kids but its even smaller a blip than the drugs; he lifts reader up (lbr this man is massive and i believe that if he couldn't lift you he'd just work out till he could), i mention his body a lot bc im obsessed with it what can i say, he's asleep for like half of it sorry, a bit of crying but not as much as in bartender!seungkwan pt 2

tagging: @confusedbansheee @lenireads @junhui-recs @burningupp-replies @heeseung-lover686 @favehoshiposts @gyvswhore @jaysawake @1004luvangel @bangchanbabygirlx

“Sleepy?” Jihoon asks from bed with a soft voice, face nearly expressionless, but you can see the love in his eyes, like always. You’ve gotten good at reading Jihoon over the two years you’ve been together but the man doesn’t always offer up his emotions freely. In his music, sure, but in life? Unless he’s laughing, it can be hard to tell how exactly he’s feeling. If you ask, the answer will usually be hungry, or most often, tired.

Jihoon is always tired, working long hours in the studio as a producer and even longer hours at home as a songwriter. You can always hear him singing in the spare bedroom turned home studio, and every time one of his songs comes out, you wish it was his voice instead. He sings for you, sometimes, when you can’t sleep. Most of the time, he sings when he thinks you’re already asleep (he doesn’t need to know you're faking and you don’t need to know he knows you’re faking). 

You realize you’ve forgotten to respond to him and nod with a gentle smile, bending down for a kiss which he returns contentedly. He’s used to it, knows you drift off sometimes, especially when he sparks a thought in you. 

You’re still thinking as you crawl into bed beside him, leaning in for one more kiss before nuzzling your head into his shoulder. 

You have a lot of thoughts about him, at all times.

You didn’t last long as friends, maybe two or three months, because your traitorous brain just wouldn’t shut up about him. 

His friends had been high the night you met, bragging to you about what a star Jihoon was and trying to get you to date him. Jihoon, meanwhile, looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole, especially when the platinum blonde one (whom you now know as Soonyoung) held his hand up and curled his fingers at you, hissing, “Tiger’s gaze!” and then stared at you with narrowed eyes for approximately 45 seconds. 

It only got worse when his other friend (sweet, kind, loud Seokmin) started singing something from King Arthur at the top of his lungs; his voice would have been beautiful if it wasn’t directly in your ear and echoing off the empty streets.

Jihoon did his best to wrangle them, apologizing sincerely before dragging them away and shooting one last pinched smile over his shoulder at you.  

You’ve never told him but that night, you went home and googled the fuck out of him. You’d tried every combination of Jihoon and producer and music and songwriting you could think of, throwing in other random words just in case they worked. Nothing did and you fell asleep that night frustrated, and no more informed than you were when you started. 

Now obviously, you know you didn’t find anything because he produced under a pseudonym. 

Your eyes wander over the shelf of awards, all won by Woozi or Universe Factory. Jihoon had been reluctant to put them up, being the humble man he is, but you wanted to celebrate him. You wanted him to look at them and feel proud. And then look at you and feel supported. He may not say it but you know he does. 

You can feel Jihoon’s breath even out and look up at him to find his heavy eyelids closed and his lips open just a bit. His throat will be sore tomorrow if he sleeps with his mouth open like that, and he won’t absentmindedly hum around the house if it is, so you hold your breath and carefully push his chin up with one finger to close it. You wait, just to make sure you haven’t woken him, and thank your lucky stars he’s a heavy sleeper. 

Now that you know he’s sleeping and won’t perceive you (as he so often does), you let your mind wander. 

You think about how you’d run into him again, on that same street, with the same friends, just a few weeks after the first time. You’d pretended you didn’t remember him, or that night. 

Even then he knew you were lying. Jihoon’s always been able to see right through you, down to the insecure and messy parts you try to hide. 

He let it slide though, let you pretend, knowing somehow you needed to protect yourself just a little bit longer. Soonyoung and Seokmin (they repeated their names to you what felt like a hundred times) somewhat desperately attempted to convince you to join them on their night out.

Jihoon had tried to free you, give you an out by saying that you were probably busy and had plans of your own, his eyes boring into you to make sure you knew what he was doing. 

You only needed a few seconds to decide you didn’t want to be free. 

So you joined them, and learned you shared mutual friends, and suddenly two friend groups became one, and then you were seeing him every weekend. You always thought you could feel Jihoon’s eyes on you, but when you’d look over he’d be in a seemingly deep conversation with someone else, usually Jun. 

Jun was one of the friends you had in common, you’d met him at work and Jihoon had known him since middle school, and he was perhaps too delighted when your friend groups merged. 

You honestly couldn’t tell if Jihoon even liked you as a person until your friends insisted on swimming in Jun’s apartment complex’s pool. It was freezing out, halfway through November and mid cold-front, and the absolute last thing you wanted to do was jump in a cold ass pool.

Everyone else had gone in, everyone but you and Jihoon. Your friends had tried to goad you for a bit but eventually gave up and started trying to drown each other, as boys do. 

You’re sure Jihoon could tell that you did want to get in, but you didn’t want the teasing or punishing splashes that were sure to follow, because he came and sat next to you on the lounger, and said quietly, “what if I go in first?” 

With wide eyes, you’d turned to him, shocked that A) he was talking to you unprompted, and B) that he was offering to get in the pool at all. He’d been adamant he didn’t want to get his clothes wet, saying that he hadn’t brought anything else to wear, that he hated the way water felt in his slides. Jun had offered a shirt, but you and everyone else knew it wouldn’t fit Jihoon. He was just too big, so very big and dense and muscular and…

You shake your head, reminding yourself that he’s asleep and values his rest and wouldn’t appreciate you awakening him by feeling him up. 

Maybe he would though, he always gets the cutest blush whenever you appreciate his body in any way, shape, or form… and his form is so…

No! Jihoon needs his rest, he doesn’t sleep enough and he works too hard for you to wake him up now, even if you desperately want to trace your fingers over his pecs. 

Your mind wanders to when you’d accidentally went from friends to more than friends to lovers to partners. 

Jihoon wasn’t much of a drinker, and neither were you, so you were often paired up as designated drivers. Neither of you minded, preferring to keep a clear head and make sure your friends didn’t concuss themselves or impregnate anyone, but it meant you spent a lot of time together.

A lot of time together, late into the night, surrounded by drunk people who wouldn’t remember what you said in the morning. 

So you and Jihoon entertained yourselves by making fun of your friends’ antics. You shared secret smiles when Seokmin inevitably climbed on a table and started belting out show tunes. You giggled to each other when he launched himself onto Mingyu’s back and declared himself king of the world. You blindly slapped at each other’s arms and stifled smiles when Soonyoung started trying to make out with whoever was closest to him and subsequently got pushed away with a palm to the forehead. 

That’s usually when one of you would decide the group had had enough for the night, and worked together to corral everyone into your respective cars. One night though, after assigning seats and buckling everyone in (thank fuck you both drove SUVs), Jihoon gently caught your hand before you opened the driver’s side door and pulled you aside. 

He’d looked nervous, which was uncharacteristic of him, and you were instantly worried he was going to tell you he was tired of chaperoning.

Terrified you’d be on your own from now on, left to somehow babysit twelve grown men without Jihoon’s firm, large hand, you twisted your fingers together and stared at him apprehensively. 

“Do you think you’d maybe… some time… want to get-” Jihoon pushed out a breath, shaking his head from side to side a little, before continuing.

“Would you wanna get a drink sometime? With… just me? We could leave the kids at home for once.”

A half-smile pulled at his lips, nerves evident only in the bunching of his muscles and the way he couldn’t quite meet your eye. 

It had taken everything in you to pretend you didn’t just see a flash of the two of you dropping toddlers off at your mom’s house before running back to the car together and escaping into the sunset.

Jihoon must have taken your wide eyes and silence for a rejection though, because he started backtracking. He didn’t get far before you interrupted him.

“Actually there’s a place nearby where they wander around with various grilled meats on sticks and cut it right there onto your plate. It’s all you can eat. We could go there instead?” You offered hopefully. 

Jihoon had looked right at you then, like he was seeing all the way down to your bones and into the annoying, stupid organs they protected (a heart that beat too hard around him, and a brain that he could scramble with a single touch).

But his face was more open than ever, eyes clear and focused on you. It was scary almost, to have all of his attention, all of his concentration, on you like that. Scary until he broke out into a full grin, eyes crinkled and dimples creased in his smile lines.

And that was all it took, just one smile and he’d burrowed his way deeper into the depths of your heart and every groove of your brain, and you knew somehow you’d never be able to disentangle them from him. 

Jihoon’s been stuck there ever since, carving out his own space in you with every late night spent cooking together, every early morning spent staring at each other, every long day spent caring for one another. 

His care always shows in the little things: in the way he makes two portions when he has to leave early for work so he’s sure you eat breakfast, in the way he noticed that you hate when his toes touch you in bed and started wearing socks without you having to ask, in the way he can always tell when you have cramps and appears every four hours to give you pain meds because you’d forget they exist otherwise. 

The longer you’re with him, especially now that you live together, the more sure you are that you want this to be your life, forever.

You’ve already read all of the books on his side of the bed, even though they’re about songwriting and you don’t have a poetic bone in your body. There’s a picture of him on your nightstand, framed carefully, and he’d bemoaned the fact that it was just him and not you together. 

But how could you resist? His mouth was open wide, kabobs in each hand, and uninhibited, ravenous joy in his eyes. It’s one of your favorite pictures of him, and you know Jihoon knows it’s because it reminds you of that first date at the Brazilian steakhouse. 

You smother a giggle in his shoulder, remembering how Jihoon had invited you back to his place after. 

You’d worried things were moving too fast until he turned on a movie and immediately fell asleep, his massive shoulders tipping into you until he was practically in your lap. You hadn’t been able to move for hours, both because you didn’t want to disturb him and because he was just too heavy, and even with dead legs and a screaming bladder, you still wouldn’t change a single thing about it. 

You don’t mean to, but sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep, so you just lay on your side and watch his chest rise and fall. It’s soothing to you, the pattern of his breaths and the sound of air moving through his lungs. A reminder that he’s here with you and feels safe with you and loves you (Jihoon can sleep anywhere but he doesn’t like sharing a bed, a fact that changed with you). 

This usually happens on rainy days or Mondays or when things feel a bit more complicated than normal.

Being with Jihoon isn’t always easy; it’s not even close to his fault but it can be hard contending with his demanding schedule, and sometimes he pours so much emotion into his music he doesn’t have a whole lot to spare for you. You never doubt that Jihoon loves you, but there are days that he’s a bit closed off, a bit unavailable. 

Those are the nights that you stay awake on purpose, just so you can watch him sleep and remind yourself that he wants to be here with you, and that he’s here to stay. 

You’re still not sure if Jihoon thinks you haven’t noticed the paper rings he’s been leaving all over the house. He has to have noticed that they disappear though, snatched with delicate fingers and deposited straight into your jewelry box as soon as you find them. You’re too scared to put them on, worried you’ll tear the paper or get them wet or lose them, but you know they’re for you. 

He’d told you somewhere near the six month mark that his writing changed when he met you, got deeper, truer, his words finally tied to real experiences, and you’ve listened to every song he’s put out since then. 

Same dream, same mind, same night was basically a proposal in itself, even if it was sung by someone else. Last month, he’d led you into his studio, gently pushing you down by the shoulders to sit in his chair before starting the guide track of IF you leave me and immediately running from the room.

You’d emerged fifteen minutes later, your face wet with tears and sobs caught in your throat, walking straight into his arms and staying there for hours. 

Your mind lingers on one lyric in Same, same, same.

Promise me eternity, if you feel the same way as I do

You feel the sudden urge to look at the rings, to try one on for once, so you carefully roll out of bed, thanking yourself for not having wormed your way into his arms yet. Shuffling on quiet feet to your dresser, you open your jewelry box, holding your breath and praying it doesn’t creak. 

The paper rings are there, as expected, but you notice something new this time. 

A metal one, white gold, with a diamond wrapped in delicate golden vines, dotted with tiny gemstones. You look closer, realizing that the gems are his and your birthstones. 

Your breath catches in your throat, tears welling up immediately, and you almost curse Jihoon for making you cry so late at night, before you hear rustling behind you and his tired voice. 

“Took you long enough, that thing’s been in there for days,” you can hear the smile in his tone, hear the way it forms his words and coats them with love, “didn’t you notice I stopped leaving paper ones for you to find?” 

You can hear blankets moving through the roaring in your ears, fingers quivering around the ring until Jihoon reaches around you and takes it from your grasp. He must know you’re frozen, unable to turn around on your own, because he lays a gentle hand on your shoulder and spins you slowly himself. 

Your gaze meets his and you’re shocked to see inklings of tears in his eyes, your eyebrows raising and the fondest smile stretching your lips. Jihoon tries to kneel but you follow him, sinking down onto your knees until you’re both sitting on the floor of your bedroom, in the home you share. 

He rolls damp, playful eyes at you, and you can only shrug and let your watery smile grow.

Jihoon should know by now that you’ll always follow him. 

“I had a plan, if you didn’t find it in the next few days,” Jihoon begins, voice quiet but strong. 

“I bought you a music box programmed to play the song I wrote the night I first asked you on a date, one you’ve never heard before, and I was going to have it waiting with all the rings inside when you got home from work.”

You nod, biting your lips into your mouth to stifle the sob, forcing yourself to focus on him even through the fogginess of your tears. 

Jihoon just narrows his eyes at you lovingly, a little chuckle escaping under his breath, before shifting to sit with his knees crossed, and pulling you to sit sideways in his lap. His arms wrap around you, cradling you and letting you gather yourself enough to listen to him, and he carries on with his speech. 

“You know I like to have control over my life, over who’s in it and what happens and where it goes, but when I met you, I started wondering what could happen if I didn’t control everything. It felt like a sign when I saw you again, and then when we had friends in common, it felt like the pieces could fall into place if I would just let them.”

Jihoon disguises a sniffle in a cough and like the loving, caring person you are, you pretend to be fooled. 

“So I tried to let go. I wasn’t successful at first,” you snort, remembering the way he always pretended he hadn’t been looking at you, and he bops you gently on the head with his nose in retribution. 

“I wasn’t successful at first,” Jihoon continues pointedly, digging his chin into the top of your head a bit. 

“But I got better at it, better at letting go and letting things happen, and being around you got so easy I didn’t even have to try anymore. And then I asked you out for drinks, and I thought you were turning me down but you proposed meat instead, and that’s when I knew,” Jihoon nods with finality, seemingly finished. 

“Is that- Are you… done?” You ask, tilting your head to stare at him. 

Jihoon stares back, face flat, before he breaks out into laughter, his cackles bouncing off the walls of your bedroom and your heart. You can’t do anything but join him, resting your head on his shoulder and giggling into his neck. 

“No, I’m not done. I was pausing for dramatic effect, I thought you’d appreciate it!” He says breathlessly, pressing a kiss onto your forehead, pausing to let his lips rest there a moment. 

“That’s when I knew that I was in trouble. That if I got to be with you, got to love you, I’d never want anyone else. But I was ready, I am ready. And if you are too, then,” Jihoon pauses to pull away enough to look at you, voice soft and serious.

“Marry me?” He unwraps one arm from around you and holds out the ring, nestled in his palm and looking so so delicate compared to the size of his hand. 

You feel like your throat is closing up, clogged with joy and love and wishes fulfilled. You can only nod, reaching shaking fingers out to Jihoon, watching as he slides the ring onto your fourth finger. It fits perfectly, sparkling even in the moonlight and warm from his skin. 

Staring at it on your finger for just a second, you take a deep, steadying breath before tackling Jihoon to the floor and kissing him like your lives depend on it.

He goes willingly, you know because Jihoon’s withstood your attempts to tackle him before, and he lets you kiss all over his face with his eyes scrunched shut and the brightest grin you’ve ever seen him wear. 

You lay there together on the floor, his body cushioning yours from the hardwood and you promising him in your mind to massage away all the aches tomorrow, talking late into the night and falling asleep together, breaths in sync. 

You wake up in bed, eyes swollen from crying the night before, and jerk as your phone vibrates again on the nightstand. 

Oh, so that’s what woke you up, you think, reaching over to flick the button and silence the buzzing. 

Jihoon’s not in bed with you, but you can hear him singing in the kitchen, a song you don’t recognize. Something about being ready and wanting to run away and someone being his escape? 

You start to roll out of bed, toes tapping to the beat of his song, but stop when you see your phone light up again. Your eyes grow wide at the amount of notifications, the such a beautiful night groupchat being responsible for all of them.

Rubbing your eyes blearily with the back of your hand, you scroll through the messages, trying to catch up. 

You see apple cash being exchanged, demands for pictures, requests for the full story, and know Jihoon must have told the guys.

Some people might be upset that he’d shared the news without asking, but you just smile, because it had been them who brought you together in the first place. 

It was Soonyoung who growled at you when you were passing him in the street, forcing Jihoon to grab him by the arm and apologize profusely to you.

It was Jun who called the night you first agreed to hang out with them, who recognized your voice and shouted at Jihoon until he passed the phone to you.

It was Seungcheol who begged you both to be designated drivers, desperate to the point of offering the two of you gas money and his firstborn child.

It was Seokmin who broke out into love songs every time you and Jihoon so much as glanced in each other’s direction, and Mingyu who carried him away before either of you got too embarrassed and annoyed to even look at one another. 

Memories flicker through your brain like vintage film, your mind recalling moments you and Jihoon shared with each and every one of the guys.

Moments that led you to each other, brought you closer together, allowed this love to grow.

Facilitated it, even. 

You’re so lost in thought you don’t notice Jihoon coming in until he scoops you up into his arms bridal style and hauls you into the kitchen, setting you down on the counter and placing a plate of steaming scrambled egg mess on your lap and a fork in your hand.

You reel a bit, trying to catch up to the abrupt location change, and ask Jihoon, “what was that for?”

Jihoon smiles at you, dimples on full display and cheeks pushed up high, and says, “Practice.”

AN: so if y'all couldn't tell by my blog, woozi is my ult and i fear i may be straight up in love with him, evidenced by this fic. i made myself cry with this one and you're legally obligated to tell me if it made you cry too!

this is the pic reader has framed

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Ps do u guys know what I’m talking about when I said his exhale head shake thing bc I love when he does that and if u dont know I will find it and gif it and reblog it onto the post

Part Two