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nah tell them to leave and don't let e door hit them on their way 🙄 remember what adoptive mom said. they're not good ppl 😤

Drawn to You: Chapter 10

Summary: Clark’s attempts to find Lex is futile, but his attention shifts when you get a bad case of the allergies and a sprained arm.

All fluff this one

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Clark lands on his balcony, annoyed once again as everything was quiet. Lex just disappeared, and he had no idea where to start. Lex was doing his best to stay off Superman’s radar. He takes minor comfort in hearing you move around inside, and he lets out a calming breath before walking inside. If there’s one thing he wouldn’t do, it’s bring his frustration inside. Not after last time.

Clark walking into your back door almost gave you a heart attack as you passed by with the laundry basket. “Jesus…where have you been?” You set the basket down, more concerned with his safety than whereabouts. He never left without saying goodbye. You don’t get the chance to walk towards him as he’s walking down the short hall and past you. “Clark?” You immediately follow after him, grasping onto his cape before he could get too far. “I’ve been worried,” You manage to get in front of him, stopping him with your hands on his chest. “I’m fine,” He murmurs dismissively, swiping your hands away gently. “Obviously, but I wouldn’t know that if you hadn’t shown up after two days,” You point out, sighing as he brushes past you. “Clark. What’s going on?” You follow him into the bedroom, and you stop by the door to see him pacing. You watch him for a minute or two before moving forward.

“I just need some space, please, to think,” He says, his tone clearly indicating that he didn’t want you coming any closer. You stop where you are for the sake of his space. “Then you could’ve stayed wherever you’ve been if you want space,” You snap, miffed at his behavior. “I came to check on you, I don’t understand what the big deal is,” He responds. “The bid deal? You were gone for two days without a goodbye or ‘I’ll be back’ and you show up obviously not in a good mood. I’m just trying to understand what happened and what’s going on. I was worried about you,” You explain. He’s still pacing, and you tilt your head in confusion. “I’m indestructible, that’s pointless,” You were getting the feeling that he was upset about wherever he’s been, but still, his words stung. “Pointless? I don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re indestructible, I care about you so I’m going to worry about you. Whatever has you frustrated out there, do not bring it in here,” You say, leaving the room before you ended up starting an argument that neither of you looked ready to deal with. You assumed this was about Lex, and if you were Clark, you’d be obsessed with finding him too, but this was a relationship where you do things together, and if he’s worried about something, it makes you worry. It was also the fact that he’d been a little distant, in his own head despite him being physically present. You tried talking to him about it, about not worrying himself into a frenzy and that Lex would be found when he wanted to be found. Clark had to trust that when the time came, he’d be ready. Obviously, your words went in one ear and out the other. You went back to your laundry, softly muttering under your breath uncaring that he could hear you. You were folding your clothes, your back to the hall. After a while of silence, he’s brushing against you, his arms snaking around your waist. “I’m sorry,” He whispers in your ear. You lean your head back against his shoulder, looking up at him. “You’ll get him, but until then, don’t spiral…”

“No such luck?” You question, filtering his thoughts, and he shakes his head. “Wherever he is, he’s hiding from me,” You hum, taking your plate into the kitchen. “Can’t you just listen for his heartbeat like you do mine?” You wonder, glancing over at him as he sits on the couch heavily. “No…it doesn’t really work like that…I don’t really listen for people’s heartbeats but yours just comes easily,” He explains, closing his eyes as he leans his head back. You pause what you’re doing, heading over to where he was sitting before straddling his lap. He hums as you plop down on him, and his hands immediately gravitate towards your waist. You run your fingers through his hair, taking in his tired features. “When’s the last time you slept?” You whisper. He simply shrugs in response. Despite being tired, he accepts your small kisses against his cheek. His hold tightens on you as you start to pepper kisses down his neck. He lets out a sigh as your hand glides up his leg. You suck on his skin, leaving small, red marks in your wake. His eyes are opening as you move away, confusion evident on his features. “Come on,” You urge, pulling on his hand. He smiles as he stays put, watching you tug, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to pull him unless he let you. “Clark…” You huff, pulling on his arm harder. “Fine then, I’ll take a bath by myself…” You shrug, letting go, squealing as he’s getting up then, practically chasing you down the hall. “Too late!” You laugh as you run into the bathroom. Your laughter and smiling face was an expression he’d always enjoy as he twirls your around.

*Drawn to You*

“Ugh, this pollen is atrocious,” You murmur nasally, grabbing a few tissues off the desk. You blow, trying to be quiet as you were working. Dominque looks at you worriedly. “You sure it’s the pollen? Your eyes are all puffy. Stop itchin’ them!” She snaps quietly as you go to rub your eyes. “Yeah, I get like this every year though it wasn’t so bad last year,” You sneeze again, huffing in annoyance. She scrunches her nose up at you, spraying down your area. “Dom…” You whine, the Lysol making your eyes water. “It’s just allergies,” You defend, and she still keeps some space in between you. You roll your eyes.

At home, you were just as bad as you were at work. It didn’t help that your tree outside did nothing but blow things in the yard including the pollen in the air. You kept the backdoor shut and windows down. You groan softly, laying down on your bed, the day taking a lot out of you. Your eyes were dry and itchy, and your throat was scratchy. You were still in your work clothes as you fell asleep. When closing the door, you ended up locking Clark out. His knocking on your front door jostled you awake. At first you ignore it, thinking you were just dreaming until the knocking gets a bit louder and he’s calling your name. “Hmm? Coming…I’m coming…” You mumble, getting out of bed. The house was dark, and you stumble your way down the hall. You almost hit yourself on the corner as you open the front door. He can immediately tell you’re not your usual self. “Feeling okay?” He asks concerned, walking inside, shutting the door behind him. You give him a one armed shrug, sniffling. “Allergies…” You murmur in annoyance. He hums, wrapping his arm around you as you lean on him. He kisses the top of your head. “Must be lucky to not get sick,” You say into his sleeve. He simply chuckles, lifting you as you wrap your arms around his neck. “It has its perks. Have you eaten?” He asks, easily walking down the hall. You shake your head. “What do you want?” He asks, flicking on the lamp in the bedroom before sitting you down on the bed. “Mmm…I don’t…” You pause as you can feel yourself about to sneeze. The feeling passes, and you finish your sentence, “Know. Anything you want if you’re hungry,” He places a hand against your forehead, your temperature normal. “Don’t you do that x-Ray thingy. It’s gross,” You whisper, laying back down. He simply kisses your cheek before leaving you there.

*Drawn to you*

Clark glances at you worriedly as you sneeze again repeatedly. “Have you taken allergy medicine?” You shake your head, “It makes me drowsy,” You respond, your voice sounding muffled. “Well we won’t go out tonight. I’ll tell Dominque we’ll catch them next time,” Your pout was adorably cute as you look at him. You were both dressed, ready to go out, but with your puffy eyes and constant sneezing, Clark didn’t think it was a good idea. “But we’re dressed…” You hated that you sounded whiney, but in all honesty, Clark loved it. You were clearly feeling miserable, and it gave him a chance to hold you and take care of you. He gently holds your arms, looking down at you. “We’re not missing anything okay?” Come on,” You let him lead you to the living room, and he’s handing you a box of tissues and your allergy medicine. You sit on the couch, taking the glass of water before taking two pills. He sits alongside you, his arm laying across the back of the couch. He turns on the TV, and you lean against him. He puts on Netflix, continuing with whatever you were watching before. Since you don’t protest, he assumes you’re okay with this and leaves it on. He runs his fingers through your hair, a soothing motion that had your eyes dropping before the hour. You fall asleep before you even realize it, and Clark takes the time to relax with you. He texts Dominque to tell her the both of you would sit this one out. You felt it necessary to have her number programmed in Clark’s phone. You cared about her, and because you did, so did he. She was nice, deeper than what most people saw of her, and he knew you valued your friendship with her.

Allergies? She asks, and Clark chuckles.

Yeah. Allergies. She’s sleeping now, told her we’d catch the two of you next time. Have a good time.

We most certainly will. ;)

He shakes his head humorously at that, tossing his phone to the side. He’d been all over the place for the past week. He’s barely at home, flying in between your place and his mother’s. Lex had truly disappeared into the wind, and he hated it. However, he wasn’t going to let it drive him insane. His mother was fine, and you…would be once you got a hold of your allergies. For now, he’d keep the both of you under his radar as close as he could, and would spend the time he could with you when he was free.

He glances at the few pictures on your wall. You had one of him and his mother before you left. A picture of Trish that looked a few years old. You had quite a few with you and Dom, and you seemed to have a special place for the pictures with him in them. He smiles fondly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Your heartbeat lulled him into a false dream-like state, and he felt the calmest he’s been all week. You seemed to have that affect on him lately. You made everything better. You made all his worry cease and his thoughts quiet. He’s attributed it to the whole soulmate thing. He felt bad about keeping it from you, but he didn’t think now was the right time. He’d tell you when he felt like the time was right.

Over the weekend, the two of you stayed in and watched movies or tv shows that looked interesting. The allergy pills seemed to help for a little while even if you fell asleep early. Clark took it upon himself to make dinner, and the two of you made your own romantic weekend. By the time Monday rolled around, you felt much better than the week prior and even had some pep in your step at work. Dominque gushed to you about her weekend with Shawn, including the not so public details. You admitted to her that you and Clark had taken a step forward in your physical relationship to which she wanted to hear all about it. You kept the details light much to her chagrin, but she just looked at you with a goofy smile on her face. “Is the dick good?” You almost choke on your own spit as you glance at her wide eyed. “Dom!” You hiss, leaning over to her side. “What? I just wanna know. I bet you in sweatpants you can see his print,” You internally groan, shaking your head in embarrassment. “I am not telling you how big Clark’s dick is. It’s…It felt good alright?” You glare as she grins though you break out into a smile. “Like good good where you’re looking for it day and night or every once in a blue moon to get you off?” You shake your head at her pursing your lips. “I’ve got to go stack books on that high shelf you pervert,” You chuckle, and she pouts. “Oh come on!” She whispers, and you just shake your head with a wink. As you’re walking past your manager, she stops you. “Be careful on that ladder back there, it can be a bit rickety,” You nod to her and take the rolling tray of books to the back. This part of the library was always quiet, and you enjoyed it whenever you got the chance to be back here. You find the brown ladder at the back, and roll it to where you needed it. Pulling along the tray, you grabbed a few books before heading up carefully. It was a bit wobbly but not so bad if it was braced against something. You go about stacking the books, also rearranging the titles where they needed to be. You look down as you hear two kids giggling before they’re running past you. “Hey,” You call out, turning your head to see if there was someone with them. They disappear around the corner, and you just shake your head. You go back down the ladder, taking a few more books before going back up. As you’re stacking those, you can hear those kids laughing again, and this time one rounds the corner very sharply, their arm hitting against the ladder, causing the ladder to shake. Since it was on wheels, there was nothing much to be done to prevent it from tipping. Your shriek could be heard across the library as well as the ladder heavily clattering to the floor. The tray of books ended up going over as well. While you were grateful you didn’t bash your head on a sharp corner of a shelf, or the floor, your arm took the brunt of your fall, and you knew that it was sprained when nothing, but a numbing pain spread across your arm and shoulder. You could only sit there for a moment in silence and stare at the ceiling. One of the other librarians had come over to see what happened, instantly coming to your aid.

“You okay?” He asks, and you wince as he grabs your arm to help you sit up. You take in a pained breath, moving away from his touch. “Damn, that doesn’t look so good. Stay right here,” You nod, leaning against the bookshelf. He’s only gone for a moment before he’s back with the manager. “Oh hell…call 911,” You internally groan at the thought of the fuss, and attempt to get up, only to cradle your arm when any type of pressure was applied. “Don’t move. You might’ve hurt yourself more than you realize. What happened?” She asks, squatting down beside you. “Kids. One of them rounded the corner,” You explain, focusing on breathing in and out through your nose. She sends one of the workers to look for whichever kids you were taking about hoping to find their parents. “Paramedics are on the way,” You can only nod, letting out a quiet sneeze in the process.

*Drawn to You*

You squint your eyes as the doctor flashes a flashlight in your eyes. “Good, good. Eyes are puffy. Allergic to anything?” You shake your head. “Just allergies. How long do I have to wear this thing?” You ask, motioning to the sling. “About a month. The sprain was pretty bad. You landed on the side of your arm and hit most of your shoulder. I’m prescribing you some pain medication. You need to ice this every day, no doing any strenuous activity, it needs to stay elevated, and always take the medication after you eat,” You nod slowly, as he leans up flicking off the flashlight. “Do you have anyone that can pick you up? We don’t suggest driving,” He waits for you to respond and you nod. “My boyfriend Clark Kent works at the Daily Planet. I have his cell,” You give the number to the doctor who coaxes you to lay back down.

Clark had just returned to his desk when his cell rings. He’s pulling out the phone without looking as his attention is focused on his work. “Kent,” He responds. He pauses momentarily as he can hear an array of voices. Hi, is this Clark Kent? Clark sits down before nodding. “Yes, that’s me,”

This is Doctor Malcolm with Metropolis General. I have your girlfriend here. Before you panic, she’s fine, but there was an accident at work and she’s sprained her arm pretty badly. If you can come pick her up, she’ll be waiting for you when you get here. Clark is already standing, grabbing his keys.

*Drawn to You*

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep or exactly when Clark came to get you, but you did know that your medicine really did put you out. You awoke at home, in your bed, your bedside lamp on. You were propped up on your pillows. You sit there for a moment, trying to hear if Clark was here too. There’s nothing but silence, and you push the blankets off you before moving your feet. As you settle on the floor and stand, a wave of dizziness hits you, and you stumble forward, your hand coming out to catch your fall. “Oh bunny, getting up too fast there, you’ll make yourself dizzy,” A hand materializes out of nowhere, and you’re looking up to see Lex Luthor smiling at you as he guides you back down to sit. Your words are stuck in your throat, your eyes widening as he sits beside you. “Relax bunny…everything’s gonna be alright,” He soothes, his hand smoothing back your hair.

You wake up gasping for breath, the darkness greeting you instantly. A hand on your arm makes you yelp out in surprise, your bearings unrecognizable at this moment. The light is suddenly flicking on, and you blink rapidly, looking around the room. Clark is taking your face in his hand, talking to you, but over your heavy breathing, you weren’t really listening. As he’s pushing you to lay back down, he takes your hand and places it on his chest, instructing you to breathe with him. As you’re feeling his heartbeat, hearing his breathing, you slowly start to calm down. He sits up more, sitting next to you now so he could take a look at you. You finally look at him, your hand fisting in the fabric of his shirt to make sure he was real. “Where is he?” You ask, your head darting around to look at every visible space you could see. Clark frowns, “Who? I picked you up from the hospital a few hours ago, you’ve been asleep,” He explains quietly, placing a hand on the side of your face, thumb smoothing under your eye. You turn back to him, brows furrowing. You swore that Lex was here, beside you. “Hey…nobody’s been here. I promise,” You nod slowly, leaning your head forward. He places your head against his chest, holding you carefully. “It’s okay baby. You just had a bad dream,” He whispers, and you nod into his chest, taking in small breaths.

He rubs your back soothingly, staring at your medicine. He was reading the label as he didn’t get a chance to earlier. May cause dizziness, nausea, headaches, hallucinations. Take after eating 2-4 hours before bed. Take as needed for pain and swelling.

“You hungry?” He asks softly, and you nod, “Mhm,” You don’t protest as he carries you like a child out of the room. He keeps your arm between the both of you, your legs wrapped around his waist. He keeps a calming hand on your back while walking towards the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind pizza,” He murmurs, and you shake your head. You eye the papers over the table in the kitchen, brows furrowing. “You stayed here all day?” You ask, pulling back to look at him. “Yeah, I didn’t want to leave you so I brought some work home,” You realize this isn’t the first time he’s called your place home. He’s said it quite a few times, but this time you really notice it, and take on its meaning. “Home?” You repeat. Clark now becomes slightly concerned, turning to place you on the counter. You can see the worry on his features. Your nightmare behind now, a new emotion replaces your uneasiness. You didn’t have a name for it, but it made your chest warm. “Yes…home…” He places a hand against your forehead, then against your neck and arm. “Are you feeling okay?” He asks concerned. You’re looking at him as if you were seeing him for the first time. “You’re cute when you’re confused,” You murmur fondly, and he tilts his head. “I don’t know if confused is the right word but…” He trails off, trying to figure out your change in mood. “I’m fine, I know this is my house and my name, your name, where I work…all that jazz, but…you said home,” He shakes his head not following. “You don’t say ‘your house’ or ‘your place’. You say home,” You explain. Recognition now settles on his features. He didn’t even realize he said it. His ears turn a light shade of pink much to your amusement, but he holds your gaze anyway. “Wherever you are…that’s home to me,” He says quietly. You close your eyes as he kisses your forehead. You keep a hold on his hand as he warms you up a slice of pizza. “What were you dreaming about?” He asks suddenly, looking down at you

curiously. You hesitate for a moment. You hadn’t been worried about Lex since he showed up, your faith in Clark strong. You weren’t worried now, so there was no reason for you to even be dreaming of him. “Um…I woke up…here and I got out of bed to see if you were here, and Lex was there. It felt very real like he was really there. His hand felt very tangible…” You whisper, meeting his gaze. Your fingers fiddle with his shirt as he stares at you silently. He didn’t look upset or anything, more so perplexed. The microwave beeps, but the both of you ignore it. “You know that I will never let anything happen to you right?” He asks, and you nod vigorously, holding his intense gaze. “I know…I don’t even know why he’s in my dreams,” He smooths out your furrowed brow with his hand. “They’re dreams. I’ll find him, but in the meantime, he’ll never lay a hand on you,” He vows, opening the microwave.

“I trust you,” You whisper, kissing his knuckles.

*Drawn to You*

Since having your arm in a sling, it’s been hard to convince Clark that sexual activity isn’t prohibited. While you enjoyed his ministrations, immensely, you wanted more. He’d refused the first few times, not knowing how to safely do so without making you uncomfortable. Laying on your back was just awkward, and he wasn’t ready to test the various positions that he’d be willing to try if it were safe. Tonight was no different, but you’d been doing some research. As long as your arm stayed in the position where your shoulder wouldn’t be moving, you would be okay.

“Please,” You whisper, and you hide your smile as he groans at hearing you. “We’ll stop if it doesn’t work,” You add, and he turns his head to look at you. You grin, and sit up, his hands helping to remove your shirt. You didn’t have on a bra, not that it was easy putting one on, especially one handed, and that just made it even better. With your arm resting between you both, you hum in pleasure as he kisses you slowly. You push on his chest to get him on his back, and he complies, pulling you along with him. You straddle his hips, grinding against him. His teeth gently nip at your lip and his hands help ease your underwear off. “I’m starting to think you put on pants purposely,” You pant against his mouth. “Maybe,” He responds heatedly. “You suck,” You whisper, a deep hum leaving your throat as he runs his hands down your sides. “I thought that’s your job,” Whatever rebuttal you had dies in your throat as he’s lifting you with one hand, his other guiding his cock into your wet depths.

You lean your head back, rocking your hips forward. His hands feel heavenly on your waist as his fingers press against your skin, his legs lifting up to bounce you. This was a feeling you’d never get enough of. There was nothing like being on top of, or under him. Every time he makes love to you, it felt better than the last, the feelings inside of you growing until you were close to combusting. Many people have differentiating views of fucking and lovemaking. However, you were learning that they could be one in the same. Fucking, was all about the endgame. Lovemaking was more than just the climax. It was about making your partner feel good. From the orgasms to the way they feel. The way they look. The moment when your eyes meet, or the moments when you’re skin to skin. He could fuck your brains out and still make sure that you felt good in the process.

Though gentle of your injury, Clark had taken your plea and intended to make good on it. Your thighs slapped against his abdomen, ass hitting his thighs with every thrust of his hips and motion of his hand. Your breasts bounced lightly with every thrust, and you could feel his eyes on you. Your fingers clutched at his arm, your mouth open as slews of profanities left you. “You feel so fucking good,” He groans. Your words are unintelligible as his cock is sliding deliciously in and out of you. “Clark…I…” Your body trembles, your breathing labors as you try to speak. You let out a breath as you cum, and your eyes roll back as Clark sits up, getting on his knees. You hold onto him with your arm, though it was unnecessary as you wouldn’t be going anywhere.

The pleasure that ripples through you was almost excruciating as he held you close, continuing with his thrusts. He keeps a hand at your back, more so precautionary so that you wouldn’t move the wrong way. “Breathe,” He whispers in your ear, and you suck in a shuddering breath immediately, your head swimming as he continued to rock into you. Your second orgasm was approaching quicker than you would’ve liked, not sure how much more you could take after this.

Everything felt intense. You want to pull away and yet hold onto him for dear life. You can’t really get a word out, whimpers escaping your lips before he was swallowing them with his mouth, his lips brushing against yours with passion. At this angle, he was hitting your sweet spot which almost made you weep. You were shaking against him, your body now covered in a light sheen of sweat, and above the soft groans of your lover, you could hear just how wet you were. You moan loudly as you cum again, head dropping to his shoulder. The way he felt against you right now felt so good that you’d never want to stop. It felt perfect. Still, he jabbed and slid into you, faster now, uncontrollable grunts leaving you with every thrust. The warm feeling in your chest returns, heavily now, and as he’s biting at the skin on your neck, his hands like a safety net, your heart and mouth have a mind on their own. He was close; you were right there. “Clark…” His name sounds like a question as it spills from your lips, small moans accompanying it.

“Hmm?” He breaths breathlessly, his hands tightening on you. “I…I…oh fuck me…” You whisper out. Just a few more and you think you’d die. He does exactly what you ask then, moving you about him the way he knew you’d like. Your moans turn into cries of pleasure and as you gasp for air, the words leave your mouth breathlessly, “I love you! Fuck I love you…” Clark attacks your lips then, kissing you deeply. “You mean it?” He asks against your lips, and you can only sob, “Yes…fuck yes…” Cumming again, you have no energy to keep yourself up, and he’s finishing shortly after, whispering loving words in your ear. He leans back into the pillows, turning over so that the weight of your arm wouldn’t be on him.

Your eyes are half open, and you roll your eyes at his lopsided grin. He peppers kisses down your face, and you hum, taking in even breaths. He scoots down, laying his head on your chest, ear above your heart. Your hand finds his head of hair, and you run your fingers through his soft, silky, curls. Fits of laughter erupt from you as he nuzzles his face into your skin. “I love you too,” He whispers.

*Drawn to You*

A week after being in the sling, you hated it. You still weren’t cleared for work until the following week. Clark decided to just bring all his work home with him to stay with you until you could go back to work. “I feel so immobile,” You groan, and Clark chuckles from his spot at the table. You’re just walking past the foyer when the doorbell rings. “You want me to…” Clark is following you with his eyes as you practically scurry towards the door. “Never mind,” He chuckles. You pull open the door expecting Dom, but your brows furrow as you see an older, African American couple standing before you. “Hello…can I help you?” You ask, and they just stare at you, blinking as if in awe. “Um, are you two alright?” You ask, looking behind them to see a car parked in front of the street. “Sorry…are you…?” The man asks of your name. You nod slowly. “Yeah…how do you…?” You trail off as the woman speaks next. “Oh my baby. You’re so grown up,” She whispers, and you blink a few times. “I-I’m sorry…what?” Your ears ring as you stare at these people. These random people on your doorstep. “I know this may come as a surprise to you…but we’re your parents…” The man murmurs, his smile apprehensive yet bright nonetheless. Your heart feels like it’s about to explode, and your breathing becomes shallow.

“Are you alright dear?” The woman asks, stepping forward concerned. You stop her from coming any closer. “Um…excuse me…” You shut the door, standing there for a moment before turning around, heading back to the kitchen as if on auto-pilot. Clark looks up as you walk past, “Wasn’t Dom?” He hadn’t been listening really, but he becomes concerned as you stop at the corner. You shake your head, the motion causing you to sway. “Hey…” Clark is behind you before you can fall. You hold onto him for support, your eyes staring into space. The doorbell rings again, and Clark looks over his shoulder. He eases you onto the floor before going to the door. He stares at the couple claiming to be your parents, giving them a confused smile. “I’m sorry, but she’s not feeling very well, who are you?” Your father looks concerned, shaking his head at your mother. “I told you this was too much for her. We’re sorry…I know we’ve given her quite a shock. We’re her parents. Martin and Mae,” Clark tilts his head, understanding your current reaction right now. “Oh…um…let me speak to her and…just wait here,” Clark is closing the door and heading back to you. He squats down in front of you, and you immediately seek him out for comfort, clinging onto him. “Is this real?” You whisper, and he nods. “Yeah…what do you want to do?” He asks you, rubbing a hand down your back. You shake your head, “I don’t know…”

Index

Chapter 11

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LOVE BITE

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader • Words: 1,1 K

Tags: slice-of-life, cute, fluffy, romantic & cheesy stuff

CW: none worth mentioning. SFW.

It was a quiet night, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm ambiance across the room, the gentle light reflecting off the walls adorned with framed memories of shared experiences. The rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane only added to the comforting cocoon of the bedroom that had long turned into a sanctuary from the outside world.

Aizawa sat propped up against the headboard, engrossed in a book, his features softened by the gentle light. Beside him, you nestled comfortably against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as you idly traced patterns on his chest. The silence between you was comfortable, broken only by the occasional turn of another page or soft sighs of contentment.

"Would you like to have dinner now, love? I can go fix something for us if you're hungry." You mentioned, noticing you two have been cuddling like this for a while now, and it was getting late.

"I'd like to stay like this for a while longer, actually. I'm really comfy right now. I don't wanna move." He responded in a soft, relaxed voice, contrasting the stern one he usually wears at work.

After nodding your agreement, you moved just enough to place a gentle kiss on his jawline, and your lips inadvertently brushed against a spot on his neck, causing him to tense slightly. You paused, noticing his sudden stiffness, and looked up to meet his eyes, searching for more clues on his reaction.

"You're really affectionate tonight," Aizawa says with an even softer tone than before. While lowering his book to his lap, Shouta snakes an arm around your shoulders and pulls you back against him, moving his hand up to caress your hair.

That action makes you smile, and you lean your head on his shoulder again. "Well, I am affectionate when it comes to you… I thought you already knew that."

A quiet, breathy chuckle comes from within his chest and he says, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Oh, I'm not complaining. It's… really nice."

Your heart flutters, and you lift your head to look at him with big, loving eyes. His eyes are soft, a rare expression that he wears only in moments like this, and his cheeks turn to a light shade of pink.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him. He looks so… homely, like a breath of fresh air. All you want to do is shove him all the love and affection you can muster.

So, without thinking twice, you lean in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. The skin is warm against your lips, and his stubble causes a rough sensation to your lips, but you don't mind.

You lean back to allow yourself a moment to really look at him, and the usual sternness is replaced by an endearing warmth. It's a look that makes him appear vulnerable, open, and surprisingly captivating.

The contrast between his usual stoic demeanor and this softer side of him leaves you amazed, wondering how someone can exude such strength and yet look so irresistibly adorable at the same time.

Closing your eyes, you lean in to press your lips against his cheek again, unable to contain yourself as the temptation is too big. And what you end up doing is a little more intense than a kiss. Instead, you part your lips and press your teeth on his skin, giving his cheek a light, affectionate bite.

Aizawa jumps in surprise, and his breath catches in his throat. "W-wait, what are you doing?" His voice is slightly shaky now, and his breathing quickened a bit.

His reaction startled you too, since you weren't expecting him to jump. Pulling away, you bite your lip sheepishly, feeling embarrassed for having such bold behavior. "Sorry, Shouta. I didn't mean to startle you."

He blinks slowly, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to process what happened. Then, he shakes his head, looking away from you, his face flushed more. "It… it's okay. I wasn't prepared for… that, though…"

A wave of mixed emotions crashes over you as your heart speeds up, and you wonder if you made him uncomfortable. How stupid of you. Worried, you quickly start apologizing again, but he stops you mid-sentence.

"It's alright." He reassures you. "I was caught off guard, but it doesn't mean I didn't like it."

Oh.

So... he liked it?

You blink, processing the moment, and your own cheeks turn pink as you attempt to suppress the devilish smirk that threatens to appear on your face. "You didn't?"

Shouta shakes his head. "Yeah, I mean… the feeling of your lips on my cheek…" He pauses, furrowing as if he was searching for the right words. "It was… like I could feel your love in that one simple action." He concludes, slowly.

Your heart melts. That was exactly your intention, after all. Smiling, you tell him, "That's true, I wanted to express that. I don't usually bite people, only the ones I love most."

That's all it takes to make his eyes go wide again, and he forgets to breathe for a second. Quietly, he mutters, "you… love me? Wait… are we talking about the same person?" He tilts his head to the side, processing your words to gauge if that was, in fact, a confession.

He's not the only one surprised. Your eyes go wide too as you realize what you just said. You hadn't confessed to him yet. Well, not directly. You weren't sure if you should. "Um…" you start but are cut short by his unbelief.

"You… love me? I mean, I know you like spending time with me but did you just say it is because you love me?" His voice is soft but rushed, and you can feel the nervousness through it.

You take a deep breath to organize your thoughts and nod. "I… do. I didn't really put much thought into what I said, it just slipped out. But it's true… I was meaning to tell you that soon." You chuckle awkwardly, embarrassed that it happened in such an unplanned way. "Besides, I don't nibble people I like randomly, that would be weird. But you… I love you." You confess, blushing.

And hell, can you blame you? This man is a teeth magnet. You could nibble him all over and you'd be happy.

Aizawa moves his hand to grab yours, and he gently tugs you into a warm embrace. He kisses your forehead, his lips gentle and soft against your skin. "In that case… I'm glad that you feel the same about me." He whispers against your temple.

You sigh into him, feeling content. Of course, he does. You think he wouldn't react so strongly otherwise. He deserves some happiness, you suppose. And he loves you too, that's all you could ever ask for.

"Thank you." You mumble, tightening your grip on his shirt, and he squeezes you in return. It feels like everything is finally falling together.

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