#eleceed x reader

Imagine Jiwoo always thought his mentor was the one was seemed dominant and in charge when it comes to relationship. And not just relationships to be honest, ut was about everything. He always thought of things that way until the day, which happened to be today that he happened to see his mentor with his lover who happened to drop by in South Korea.

Imagine, Jiwoo does not even know they were his lover at first. That was until you picked him upunder his front legs and check if the cat form was a boy or a girl and and Jiwoo could already imagine you unconscious on the ground, dealt by a lightning- BUT NO- His mentor showed no reaction at all that it sink into him that there was something different. Not just that, just the was you cuddle to him like it was no one's business that it sink into him that perhaps, you were different. Different in another degree when it comes to his mentor.

"Here." Jiwoo watched as his mentor place a glass of water right in front of you before transforming back into his cat form, settling on the vacant space right beside you as you continue to do your works. "Thank you, I was just about to get up and get some water." You spoke a moment after, setting down your pen and proceeds to pet him. Jiwoo swear he could hear his mentor purr.

"Kai, can you accompany me on the mall? The thing I was looking for was there." You spoke as you emerged at the basement, the two- kayden and jiwoo was in the middle of a training while the other, pluton and kartien was watching by the side. "Focus!" Kayden shouted at jiwoo who was caught distracted by the new presence. He had thought for a moment that his mentor would agree with you but he seemed to have the training as his priority. Five minutes later his earlier thoughts were proven right. As Jiwoo slump into the ground, finished for the time being, Kayden transformed into his human form and started walking towards you who was still waiting at the end of the stairs. "Give me a moment, I'll change."

"- challenge us again when your grandson got strong-!!" SMACK "Sorry about that, He's a bit special." You utter as you drag the man by the back of his neck away from the top 10 also known as Veramonde and dump him with the rest of his gang. Jiwoo could only sweat drop as he watches Kayden rub the back of his neck with a frown on his face, mumbling something under his breath, a soft glare thrown at your direction in which you returned with a harsh one causing the other to back away. Jiwoo though he could get used to this.

"Do you ever get scared of him?" Jiwoo asked as the two- three of you were left in the house as you wait for the catastrophic event to pass. "Kai- you mean Kayden?" You asked, trying to confirm who he was talking about and then he nod. "I did, but that was a long, long time ago." You answer. "If you ask me now, rather than being scared. I think he's being pretty cute." You chuckle, and then you stood up. "I think they're here."

"I feel like even if I were to tell the whole world that with just one world I could make you kneel no one would believe me." "The world does not reserve to know about us." "I see the point." You chuckle, running your hand through his hair. "Your hair is so long." "Do you not like it?" "No, I love it." "I'll keep it as it is then."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

You belonged to a family full of renowned awakened ones, each one better than the next, with outstanding abilities and high expectations, all vying for the title of leader.

There were also expectations for you, which were shattered when you showed your weak power. It was very embarrassing for your parents and your entire family, who tried to hide you away and keep you a secret from their entire family.

"You were a stain on the legacy."

"Just keep your head down and don't cause trouble."

"You should be thankful they didn't expel you."

The contemptuous words and treatment were no surprise. Even if you tried hard to improve yourself and increase your weak power, you achieved nothing, only shame.

You were confined, in the shadows, alone.

No one appreciated you; you were ostracized, despised.

But you survived and managed to become a young woman of great beauty. All the servants whispered about it, and you even earned envious glances from your cousins and sisters, along with other women in the family.

"At least she has beauty, if not power."

"You think her beauty kept her from being powerful."

"Perhaps if she had been ugly, she would have been more promising."

The truth was, your beauty would get you out of this family and the prison they created for you. You just had to wait for the perfect moment to find a fiancé and get you away from this place.

Even if it meant going to another prison.

You walked carefully along the stone paths and nature, leaving the pavilion where you lived. You walked for several minutes and climbed long steps under the intense sun until you reached one of the temples within the family grounds.

You performed the entire ritual upon entering, with delicacy and precision, without making a mistake in your actions.

At the time of the prayers, you fell to your knees, bowed your head, and closed your eyes tightly. With your hands clasped together, you begged, you pleaded with the family's protector, the great spirit… to save you, to take you from this place, and to give you a home, no matter the cost.

"Please, please, please," you begged softly, closing your eyelids tightly.

Footsteps nearby distracted you, while also causing alarm. Perhaps it was a member of the family…

But you only saw a man, with hair as white as snow, blue eyes like crystals, and clothes so neat they glorified his image.

"You're the guardian spirit," you said with excitement. Finally, all your prayers had been answered, since you were a little girl.

"No, I'm not…"

You refused to listen to the man anymore when you heard him break your illusion.

"Well then, go away. He's interrupting my prayers," you said curtly.

"You think I care about that? I just came to take a break," the white-haired man responded angrily.

"Do it somewhere else," you frowned, before returning to your prayer position.

"I would, but this family and its members won't leave me alone."

You took a moment to process the information. His appearance was unfamiliar to family members, his strange clothing, and the fact that the man was in a desolate place, which the entire family avoided.

"Wait, you're a visitor," you looked at him, your eyes shining.

"Yes… yes, of course I am. Can't you see my magnificent appearance compared to the people in this family?" He hesitated, before happily introducing himself with his head held high.

You quickly left your prayers behind, approached the man, and took his hands with emotion. The prayers could wait now.

You left the temple and took the man by the hands, leading him to another location.

"Ahhh, really, that's amazing. Come on, tell me what it's like outside the walls of the family villa," you pleaded.

"I don't know why I should?" You saw an amused smile form on his face, and he let go of your hand. It was strange, because he didn't pull it away forcefully like your family did, due to the displeasure you caused everyone. The white-haired man did so gently, as if a single movement could hurt you.

"Oh, come on, great awakened one…??" You clasped your hands and stood in front of the man.

"Kartein," the young boy clarified.

"Oh, great awakened one, Kartein, enlighten me with your knowledge," you continued begging.

.

.

"I think I could honor you with a few minutes of my knowledge," or so he tried to tell himself. It was just killing time telling insignificant things to an overprotected young woman from a family of awakened people. Nothing happened because he felt a need to impress the young woman who looked his age.

You clapped and celebrated when the white-haired boy accepted.

And it wasn't that Kartein had been blinded by your smile and your sweet voice, or by the image of you from the first time he saw you, praying in the temple, so focused, with a calmness surrounding you, with the rays of the sun surrounding you like an angel or a blessed being. It was just the strong afternoon sun…

They settled in the gardens outside your residence, a place filled with flowers and trees, with birds flying overhead and playing in the small pool, butterflies hovering on the various colorful flowers.

"So you're here to heal my grandfather," you deduced after listening to everything the man had told you in the last few hours.

"Something like that, I'm just practicing and honoring that man by being my test subject."

"Wow, that's impressive." You ignored his self-centered words and praised his powers. You'd never met an awakened person with healing powers; they were very rare and in high demand.

"I know," Kartein tossed his hair, displaying an air of superiority.

"Even because Grandpa doesn't let just anyone who's insignificant waste his time."

That was the first of many conversations the two of you had.

The truth was, you didn't mind the many self-centered words, the long stories centered on a single person. It was something new for you in your solitary life, and you were happy to experience it.

It's not that Kartein was bad; he was actually a good person. He never treated you with indifference like your relatives did. He let you talk and ask questions, answered all your questions, and spent a lot of time with you even if he had more important things to do.

He even praised you when you told him things about yourself, even when you confessed that the garden where you spent all your time together was your creation and the sanctuary where you met was also decorated by you.

Those small, insignificant moments became great treasures for you.

He accompanied you as you worked in the garden, teaching you a few things about its power.

He took you to explore your family's lands in secret. You would walk for hours, until your feet burned, but you kept going because these moments were wonderful.

He took you to the nearest town, something you were strictly forbidden to do. He showed you lots of food. He asked you to dance in the middle of a crowded dance floor, although clearly, like you, he wasn't a master of this area.

"I didn't think I could find anything that the great Kartein sucked at."

"Just forget about it and enjoy this dance, will you?" He looked at you, offended, before feigning annoyance at the dance they were trying to follow. Deep down, he loved twirling around the dance floor with you, holding his hands tightly.

"I will." You smiled, your lips touching your cheeks, so soft to the eye, and your pearly white teeth shining.

Oh, truly, that smile was part of his downfall. You didn't know it, but you were driving him crazy. With all your kindness, your innocent and selfless actions, the attention you gave him that inflated his ego, the way you played along with his self-centered words.

You were beautiful, he knew it from the first time he met you, but your smile, your actions and your affection made him love you infinitely.

You walked around the cozy town until you reached a hill where a park was located, crowded with families. Excited, you took Kartien to some swings, where you sat on one and began to rock him with your feet, pushing off the ground.

"You look like a little girl, getting so excited about this," Kartien teased you a little as he gently pushed you off the swing's chains, eliciting a soft laugh from you. You were really driving him crazy.

"I can't help it. I loved swinging on the old swing in our family's garden." You looked down, remembering those moments.

"But…"

"Ah."

"Your face shows something bad happened."

"I think I wore it out from using it so much that it broke." You clearly remember the day you found the broken wooden swing.

"My cousins were the ones who gave me the news, and then, as punishment, they made sure I never used it again."

"…."

Momentarily after meeting you, Kartein discovered the position you held in this family. He learned the kind of monsters you lived with, and he clearly sensed that it was all a well-crafted plan by children blinded by superiority and cruelty against you, to make you unhappy.

He didn't know the reason yet, but he knew very well that it wasn't an excuse. He would make sure to make this family, to which you belong, pay before taking you too far from his reach and keeping you safe.

"Push me harder," you asked him in a soft, pleading voice.

Kartein followed your request, watching as you seemed to be carried away by the swing's movement, throwing your body back, letting your hair float freely in the breeze, the muscles in your face relaxing in the wind, and your eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

You enjoyed that little moment under the stars.

And you laughed again with amusement, you were truly happy.

You had never laughed so much in your life, not before meeting him.

"She's charmed him."

"I don't see anything wrong with that. Maybe this way we can tie him to the family."

"Don't you see it, Grandpa? How embarrassed we'd be if they found out our family gave the rising awakener Kartein a useless awakening."

"Grandpa, it'll leave us devastated and with a very low reputation."

"They'll start attacking us for being a joke."

"But what can we do to make him lose affection for her?"

"Do you think he knows about her lack of ability?"

All the voices fell silent, and grim smiles began to form.

They wouldn't let a flaw in the family legacy ruin their future.

Oh, how naive they were, thinking they were the ones in control.

"Now you can go," said the head of the family, your grandfather, a cold man with whom you almost never spoke. You thought this dance would be the same, with your presence ignored or scorned. It seems you were wrong.

"Of course, I'll go to my room."

"No, you can go now." That left you bewildered, and many of your family members as well.

"What?" you asked, bewildered.

"You've grown up now, your power hasn't, it's still insignificant, you bring no benefit to the family."

Wow, he exposed you in front of everyone: the elders of the family and the children who barely knew the truth. The adults who knew and hated it. And there was the special guest, Kartein, who was accompanied by some of your most promising cousins, as if awakened by her beauty.

It was painful, losing your only friend and your family on the same day. Now everyone knew the truth, that the whispers in the hallway about you were true. Now Kartein knew what trash you were.

"Cheer up, my girl, at least it wasn't a marriage that took you from this family," it was whispered to you, but you have no doubt that many had heard it.

What a great humiliation!

But you knew what he meant, everyone present did, like a very weak awakened woman. The only thing you could aspire to as a husband was another weak awakened woman from a family or group with little influence, or with a man much older than you.

"Thank you… thank you very much, Grandpa." You bowed, showed gratitude, with great seriousness, and left, without looking back.

You thought it would be one of the happiest moments of your life, but it felt… it felt wrong; you weren't satisfied or happy.

At some point, your eyes met blue eyes. His face was unreadable because he showed no emotion.

Part of you expected him to look at you with disgust, and the other part expected him to look at you with pity or something else, maybe compassion.

Nothing changed in the gaze of the man you loved; your eyes shifted. It was time for you to look forward, alone, as you had since childhood.

"Young Kartein, where are you going? You're going to miss your party," protested the head of the family, worried that he was leaving, as if he hadn't kicked his granddaughter out a few minutes ago.

"Come on, stay. It's an honor to celebrate your great achievement." The woman at his side took his hand with great confidence. It wasn't at all like _ used to hold hers; it had no sweetness or affection; this touch was desperate and a real nuisance.

Many pleading voices rose in the room, all expecting something from him.

But he decided not to give them that blessing and ignore them, just like they did to you.

"Come on, kid, let me thank you for your help," the chief began to insist.

"Since I've done my job healing him, I see no further need to stay here."

"But…"

"I think I'll leave too, and I advise you not to mistake my appreciation for one member of your family with appreciation for your entire family." He looked at everyone with distaste, even at the woman clinging to him. He abruptly withdrew his hand before leaving.

Kartien looked for you after leaving the great hall. He had to thank your family for making things easier. Now that you were no longer part of this family, he wouldn't have to worry about them interfering in his life.

It's not as if the idea of attacking everyone or using his new ability to weaken an Awakened was out of the question. If it was you, he might go crazy trying to keep you safe, but it was better to keep that truth hidden from you.

But no matter how much he searched for you in various places, he couldn't find you, not in your room, not in the gardens. Until he arrived at the small temple where you met.

"_" he called, almost desperate for fear of not having found you, of having lost sight of you… forever.

"You shouldn't be at your party. You're the star of the night." It was better to joke than to get sentimental, better than to say goodbye.

"…."

"You missing out on the chance to be the center of attention, that's new," you tried to continue joking, being funny so you wouldn't burst into tears, so he wouldn't see your pain.

Now everything was different. You had nothing anymore, you were truly alone. Kartein knew how useless you were. Not only were you cruelly kicked out of your home, but you'd also lost your friend.

"I only attended the party because you asked me to. Actually, I was supposed to leave a few days ago," he confessed.

"And you stayed longer than that!" You worried. Maybe you were so annoying that you made him feel obligated to stay.

"Yes, I actually realized something. I couldn't leave sooner."

You watched him expectantly, waiting to hear his next words. What did he discover and seem desperate to say?

"I can't leave without you."

"What…" you were bewildered. It was like a bucket of cold water. Those few simple words managed to upset you beyond belief.

"I need you in my life like I need to breathe."

"We only knew each other for a month." It was crazy. Even though you felt the same way, you refused to accept it for fear of everything ending badly, even if it meant denying the tingling sensation you felt in your body and your cheeks heating up.

"It felt like a lifetime to me."

"Hey, what did you do with Kartein?" You looked into his eyes as he held your hands in his, still nervous about his statement.

"No, what did you do with me?"

"Even though you love me and I feel the same way… but in a very inexperienced way… I think we shouldn't be together," you replied, breaking their connected gaze.

"Why do you think that, _?" He had to fix that thought. He couldn't take you even when you denied his feelings. Things would be difficult. He didn't want to see you broken.

"I'm only going to hold you back, to be a burden, I know that… and I think you ignore it."

"Listen to me carefully, __, I don't care about any of that as long as you're by my side," he began, squeezing your cheeks childishly, pulling you out of your denial.

"But…"

"And if anyone tries to deny this desire of mine, I won't hesitate to remove that obstacle." He placed his forehead against yours, his hands soft on your cheeks, his eyes connecting again.

"It's a promise."

With those words, he dragged you with him, far from the home where you grew up.

He took you to a new world, one you could never truly know.

He dragged you along on all his adventures, always keeping you in his good graces, teaching you new things, bringing smiles to your faces, and creating the most wonderful memories.

That was until you received the unfortunate news that your entire family was falling apart. After your departure, each member began to weaken and their power was blocked.

They were looking for you as one of the culprits.

Then Kartein took you to a new place where they created a home, away from people who might recognize them. A place you'd never left since you arrived.

It was a home.

"Don't worry, no one will hurt you here."

"We only need each other."

"That's all we need to be happy."

When he had to travel for work, he took you with him.

That's where you met Jiwoo, a bright-eyed boy with newly discovered abilities. You quickly warmed to him, perhaps because you saw yourself reflected in him. You begged your husband to let you stay in Korea for a while while he recovered.

Kartein reluctantly agreed, seeing you being so insistent. He even had to endure Kaiden's teasing about being weak in front of his wife—oh, if only he knew.

At least he got to see a version of you he didn't see much of, that maternal phase with which you cared for Jiwoo.

"Guys, just let him rest."

"Stop pampering him, he'll become softer," Kaiden teased you, mocking your actions.

"Well, I'm just trying to keep him from turning into a wild beast like a certain someone." You stroked the boy's hair, while you brought him a glass of water and a towel for his sweat.

"Thank you, that's a compliment to me."

"Yes, it is." Kartein also threw water on the fire, annoying Kaiden.

You saw the two men awakened in cat form. It was still a little strange seeing them that way, especially your husband, who played along with Kaiden's games…

"I'm feeling very attacked here," Kaiden complained.

You just wanted to make fun of him, but seeing him in his cat form with those adorable and also slightly sad actions, you couldn't help but pick him up like a normal cat and show him affection.

"Oh, don't get mad, we're just joking," you treated him affectionately.

"Hey, stay away from my wife."

"What do you want me to do? She was the one who carried me."

"Yes, but you can go."

"No way, I'm comfortable like this."

You just laughed at this pair's new fight.

Well, it was an attempt at a decent story. I hope some people like it.

Several months passed. The little girl grew, and with each passing day, her character manifested more and more clearly. At first, Kartein didn't want to admit it, but every morning he caught himself thinking that he was increasingly giving in to his little princess's whims.

She was quiet, smiling, but… with a temper. And, as soon became clear, incredibly selective. None of the family friends could hold her. Neither Kayden, nor even Jiwoo, whose calmness usually soothed anyone.

As soon as any of them approached, the daughter would begin to frown. And if they picked her up, a desperate cry would erupt, as if they were trying to carry her away from her own home.

But as soon as he appeared, she would instantly freeze, calm down, and reach out to him with outstretched arms.

Once, Kayden tried to hold her while Kartein and his beloved were distracted by conversation. The little girl immediately screamed with a voice that even the fiercest battle couldn't produce. Kartein, like a shadow, appeared behind him and silently took his daughter back.

The little girl went limp in his arms, pressed her cheek against his chest, and quietly cried, as if apologizing.

"You've spoiled her," her mother said with a soft smile, shaking her head. "You don't give others a chance at all."

"She just knows who her father is," he replied reservedly, but at the same time involuntarily held his daughter tighter. "And that… is right."

When the little girl began to babble her first words, one of them was "Papa." And Kartein, capable of refusing an entire army, couldn't refuse her even an extra minute in his arms when she looked up at him and called out.

Watching her fall asleep, his pride didn't disappear, but it became different. It was softer, deeper. And for the first time, Kartein understood what healing was that couldn't be measured by energy, or strength, or glory.

She was his healing. His daddy's princess.

The house was flooded with daylight streaming through the windows. Gentle aromas of fresh pastries and mint tea hung in the air—the work of Kayden's caring wife, the only one whose gaze could calm his fiery temper. But today, all eyes were fixed not on her, but on a small bundle curled up in a blanket in the middle of the room.

"Come on, little one, give me your hands!" Jiwoo pleaded, reaching out. The little boy looked at her curiously… and then immediately scrunched up his face.

"He's doing it again…" he began, but was words were drowned out by a protesting cry.

The little boy burst into a deafening wail, as if someone had encroached on his most precious possession. Kayden's wife, long accustomed to such scenes, approached with a gentle smile and took her son from the bewildered woman's arms.

"He's just… being fussy," she said softly, trying to soothe her son. But even her touch couldn't comfort him.

And then, the door in the room creaked open quietly. As if by magic, the crying immediately stopped. Small eyes widened, as if recognizing the sound.

"Kayden?.." his wife whispered, turning around.

Kayden stood in the doorway, as always exuding confidence. With a slight smirk and his arms crossed over his chest, he tilted his head to the side.

"Shouldn't I be greeted with joy, not tears?" he chuckled, looking at his son.

"You should have seen how he cried the moment I let him go," his wife said with a loving weariness, approaching closer.

The little boy was already wriggling in her arms, reaching out, his gaze fixed on his father as if he were the greatest treasure in the world. He squirmed with such persistence that he almost slipped out until Kayden finally reached out.

"Come to me, my pride," his voice was low, almost velvety, but it held undisguised love.

As soon as the little boy was in his father's arms, he immediately calmed down. Small hands gripped his shirt collar tightly, his head nestled against his chest, and everything was… right again. Silence enveloped the room.

"Looks like he's decided whose side he's on," his wife joked, but Kayden merely puffed out his chest proudly.

"Of course. It should be that way. He's my son. And I am the best thing that has ever happened to this world." He smirked and kissed his son on the top of his head. "And now this world will see not one, but two of us."

His wife laughed softly, shaking her head. And the little boy—that very pride of Kayden's—fell fast asleep in his arms, completely calm and safe.

The little girl grew not by the day, but by the hour. It seemed like only yesterday she was sleeping sweetly, her nose nestled in her father's t-shirt, and today she was already crawling all over, grabbing onto furniture and happily babbling her first syllables.

But there was one peculiarity that surprised everyone: the girl wouldn't go to anyone's arms except her mother's… and especially—her father's. As soon as any of her friends or acquaintances tried to hold her close, she would immediately become fussy. Once, even Jisuk carefully picked her up, but was immediately "rejected"—the little girl cried as if she had been hurt.

"What the… I just wanted to…" Jisuk muttered in confusion, trying to soothe the little one, but to no avail.

"You're not her dad," Seongha remarked with a smile, standing nearby and holding back laughter. "She has her own preferences."

And indeed, as soon as Inhyuk entered the room, a towel over his shoulder, a little tired but still as calm and confident as ever, the little girl immediately stopped crying. Her tearful eyes instantly found him, her little hands reached out, and as soon as Inhyuk picked her up, she immediately calmed down and snuggled against his chest.

"Papa's here, huh? Everything's okay now…" he said softly, rocking her gently.

"You're just a walking anti-stress," his wife chuckled, watching as their daughter, having regained her peace, yawned sweetly in his arms.

Inhyuk looked at her with that same warm, boundless pride with which he always looked at his loved ones.

"She is strong. And she senses people… I'm glad her heart is making the right choice."

"Do you think she'll become Awakened?" his wife asked with interest.

"It doesn't matter. Awakened or not, she is already the most wonderful creature in the universe. My princess," he gently held her close. "And if anyone dares to hurt her… well… they will know the wrath of her father."

Seongha, hearing this, smirked. "Remind me not to try to hold her again."

Teasing (heavily implied)

He's not the type to rush into things. No, he likes drawing it out, seeing you squirm under his intense gaze. He also LOVES watching you breathe heavy and all sweaty waiting for him, ooohh it makes him soo riled up and if you're a strong awakener, it turns him on even more due to the fact that a strong person like you is trembling under his touch. He'll ghost his fingers over your skin, leaning in just enough to make you anticipate his next move, only to pull away at the last second with a smirk.

"Look at you.. a vulnerable hot mess just for me."

Lazy Dominant

Kayden is naturally dominant, both in real scenarios and bed. He's so effortlessly confident and hypnotizing it drives you crazy. During spicy moments, he would talk slow and low, his deep, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine.

He doesn’t rush—he doesn’t need to. Everything he does is deliberate, calculated, and laced with that signature arrogance that makes your breath hitch and your back arch. His eyes stay locked onto yours, unwavering, soaking in every little reaction, and his lips would curve into a smirk every time he's satisfied with something he's done to you.

"Relax," his lips just barely ghosting over your ear. "I’ve got you."

There’s something maddening about the way he takes his time, never giving too much, never giving too little—just enough to keep you on edge, completely at his mercy. His touch is firm yet teasing.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. And he enjoys every second of it. But sometimes, he’s just too lazy to put in the extra effort. “C’mere,” he says, patting his lap. “You do the work.”

Takes your teasing as a challenge

He's the king of teasing and would tease you 24/7. And if you try to tease him back? Oh, he would love that. He’ll let you play your little games, watching with a knowing grin. But the second you let your guard down? He flips the script instantly, pinning you with an intense look. “You really think you can outplay me?” His voice drops lower, he grabs onto you chin, a finger tracing your jaw down your neck “Cute.”

His kinks

He's the most strongest awakener, enjoys fighting, and he's teasy? You'd be stupid to think he doesn't have a knack for stimulating you with his electric control. If it was your first time with him, he would test the waters first by introducing it to you. And if it wasn't the first time or you're a strong awakener, he would use a higher intensity, and if you whined and complained, he would be like:

"Come on, you're whining at this much? I'll give you something to scream at."

okay if he's really feeling freaky, he would enjoy his hair being pulled occasionally. Especially if it's when he's marking your body. His favorite places to give you marks would be your collarbone and thighs. Maybe because he can see them when you're wearing a shirt or shorts.

ANNNDD the one thing that turns him on the most is seeing you all scratched up after a fight. He doesn't mean it as in *i want to see you hurt*, he just thinks that you look so hot fighting with effort and giving it your all. And if you were sparring with him, he would get so riled up watching you try to land a hit on him that you guys wouldn't even finish the fight. He'd just stop suddenly and the bedroom you guys go LOL

Aftercare

He won’t outright say “You okay?”, but he’ll pull you close, lazily playing with your hair, and say something like, “Damn. Didn’t think you could handle all that.” (He’s fishing for a reaction, don’t fall for it.) And you would always give him a flick on his forehead, but he would take it cuz he's *rough*

He takes aftercare seriously because he prioritizes your recovery after every session, he thinks of it as him recovering after every fight.

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