she/her | 19 | I write mainly for osc and lando | I am genuinely trying to be more punctual in updating and working on my writings but I have little motivation forgive me for these flaws 😵💫
I loved you before the noise (chapters) coming soon..
LANDO & OSCAR (SEPARATED) TEXT AU ;
sugar talking ★ ☁︎ - the breakup was rough, very rough but somehow they end up texting you late at night, begging for you.
I’m here, always ★ ☁︎ - works been rough, your boyfriend notices your dryness over text and confronts you, urging you to tell him what’s wrong. The cracks being to show and now he understands why you’ve been acting the way you have.
let’s fulfil the prophecy ★ ☁︎ - you kissed your best friend and admitted your feelings towards him and now your overthinking it, comparing yourself to other women he’s been around / dated that is until he abruptly comes to your apartment to assure you he feels the same way.
sick day ☁︎ - being sick sucks but luckily your boyfriend is on his way over to surprise you!
restless ☁︎ - it’s race day tomorrow, (in five hours..) and your boyfriend keeps texting you instead of sleeping.
mha boys react ── .✦ seven minutes in heaven with you
characters included — i. midoriya, k. bakugou, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, t. iida
cw — suggestive content, nothing overly explicit
i. midoriya
the two of you stumble into the closet as someone rudely shoves you in and izuku is already nervously fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie. his cheeks burn a deep red as the door clicks shut, avoiding making eye contact like the plague. “we don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable! i mean unless you do—i’m not saying that i don’t want to but—” he abruptly cuts himself off as he hears you giggle at his absurd nervousness, smile loosening up just a bit at the sight of your face.
almost cautiously, you step towards him without a word, gently lacing your fingers between his own, and flicking your gaze back to his eyes. this time, he meets your gaze, though its painfully obvious how often it flips back and forth from your mouth. he inches forward just barely, sliding a hand around the small of your waist and settling there, a steady pressure conflicting whatever mess was swirling inside your minds. “are you…sure?” he peeps, though his face says hes already decided what he wants.
the second you give him that sure nod, izuku wastes no time in leaning to kiss you. his lips gently press against yours, initially following your rhythm, allowing you to dictate his every move. despite the cautious nature of his kiss, it’s overwhelmingly obvious how hard he’s holding back within his smaller gestures and restrained advances. it’s only when you slip your tongue past his lips that he finally decides to let got of that composure.
he doesn’t necessarily force you closer—you have plenty of opportunity to back out if you truly needed—but he doesn’t exactly stay put either. both hands are now grabbing onto your body with an underlying emergence, mapping out your every curve beneath the reverent trace of his fingertips. before you know it, you’re back hits the wall of the confined closet, izuku pressing further into your heat.
a soft moan escapes your lips with the sudden pressure, and it’s painfully obvious how much that small sound affects him. his body tenses beneath your touch, breath stuttering, fingers almost digging into your skin as though to keep himself from losing it completely. a defined hardness now presses itself against your thigh. izuku panics when he realises, pulling back from the kiss just to apolgise, “o-oh my god—y/n i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to—” you’re already sick of his needless worrying and decide, hey, what better way to shut him up than with a kiss?
with the continuation, you thread your fingers through the unkempt curls at the back of his head, grip tight and decisive. the space between you burns with something electric you can’t exactly name though the first taste of it leaves you desperate for more. izuku grinds his erection against you, forcing you slightly closer to the wall. your chest presses flush against his as you arch against his muscular frame, instantly prompting him to whimper into your mouth.
just as izuku’s movements grow more erratic, breathing rapid and almost whiny against your lips, the closet door swings open, revealing an overly excited group of your friends standing just outside the door. izuku is a blushing mess—his hair messy and unkempt from where you had been, rambling on about something you can’t quite make out, desperately trying to conceal his hardness from the overwhelming crowd. it’s obvious that he can’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the night, his gaze fixated on you for hours as he silently plans to find you again more privately.
k. bakugou
katsuki’s yelling before either of you even enter the closet, sparks popping at his palms as he fumes, “quit fuckin’ pushing me already, you damn extras!” the closet door slams shut behind you two and bakugou’s left fuming in the corner, a scowl contorting his face as he angrily mutters nonsense under his breath. you can practically see the smoke pouring out of his ears the instant he catches sight of you laughing, yelling, “tch, the hell is so funny?”
“do you always have to be so angry, bakugou?” you giggle from across the closet, shoulders shaking with laughter as he burns red hot in the corner. “keep talkin’ and see what happens,” he growls, pushing forward. with as amazing as he thinks he is at hiding what he’s really feeling, that murderous grimace on his face is doing nothing to conceal the obvious blush dusting his cheeks and tips of ears. a hand finds your waist with bruising force, practically shoving you against the wall as he inches closer. “and what are you gonna do about it, dynamight?” you tease with a smirk.
its as if that single moment rips him of all former self-respect and control, lips crashing against yours like he’s frustrated about it. he brings his other hand to your hip, holding you steady against him. one thing about bakugou is that he kisses exactly how he fights—unforgiving, far too aggressive, and absolutely unwilling to lose. he wastes no time easing you into it, instead just plunging his tongue deep into your mouth until you’re practically gasping for air without a moment’s notice.
your free hand threads through the back of his spiked hair, latching onto a tuft and tugging hard. katsuki instantly groans into you with the sudden movement, breaking the kiss off without even meaning to. his eyes squeeze shut, forehead pressed against your own as his breath grows ragged and shallow. you feel his erection directly against your thigh and almost genuinely laugh at the thought because you’ve made a groundbreaking discovery tonight: katsuki bakugou likes getting his hair pulled.
“masochist,” you whisper teasingly against his lips, quickly pulling him back in before he has a chance to complain or get angry. your back arches with the frantic pressure of his hands sliding up and down your skin, the tiniest sparks crackling beneath his palms like he can’t control himself. his fingers find the hem of your shirt after a bit, toying with the fabric between fingertips as he further explores your mouth. his groans of pleasure have now morphed into something a little closer to whimpers, so needy and desperate you almost refuse to believe that this is actually bakugou.
his hips grind relentlessly against yours, longing for something more, something deeper. dipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, katsuki’s hand presses itself firm against your warm skin, snaking up your torso until he finally reaches your chest. you can’t help the small moan that escapes your lips at the sensation. pulling away for just a moment, his lips shift to your jaw, holding you firmly in place as he litters tender kisses along your neck. he makes his way down to your collarbone not long after, playfully nipping at you before pressing his tongue to the reddened skin as if to apologise without words.
suddenly, in the midst of his almost surprising passion, the door swings open to a room full of people, showcasing the two of you like some ancient museum artifact. “close this shit!” he booms, immediately pulling it right back to where it was. never once does he let go of his bruising grip on your body against his, instantly picking up right where you left off with the click of the lock.
s. todoroki
shoto strolls into the closet with you at his side like it’s absolutely no big deal at all, stoic expression remaining unchanged even as the door clicks shut and locks you two in. he’s utterly calm, honestly maybe a little too calm for your liking. for the first minute or so, you sit in uncomfortable silence, both parties hesitant and unsure of when to make the move. shoto stands with his hands buried in his pockets across the closet from you, so still you might have mistaken him for a mannequin. i mean, you knew full well he wasn’t the most…outgoing guy, but really?
before it could any more unbearable, you took the initiative of making the first move. carefully you stepped closer to him, fingers brushing his hand with the closeness and making him shiver just slightly. his heterochromatic eyes snap up to meet yours in the dark, gaze softening instantly. as you shift closer, he doesn’t move away, just watches you with quiet interest—cheeks flushing incrementally as you close the gap between you. your hand slides gently around his own and he recipricates almost instantly, bringing a hand to rest softly at your hip. “is this…okay?” he inquires calmly as his hand guides you closer.
you nod carefully, a small smile curving at your lips. even with your confirmation there still seems to be a lingering hesitation in his movements, like hes afraid any move he makes might ruin it all. so, what better solution than to just take the lead yourself? you bring a hand to softly thread through the back of his hair, leaning in for a slow, tender kiss. not rushing or frantic just yet—only soaking in each others warmth in the best way you know how. shoto’s hand quickly find their place on your body, one staying firm at your hip as the other trails up your back. both radiate conflicting temperatures against your skin as he struggles to maintain composure, stepping forward now to press your back against the wall.
you feel the gradual shift in his demeanor as the two of you grow restless and desperate to close every last inch of space between your bodies. both hands gently slip underneath your shirt and he clings to you like you’re gonna disappear—the tingling from his hot and cold sides making you squirm with every touch. when you accidentally groan into his mouth from the overwhelming sensation of his hands caressing your skin, he slips further and further from that calm presence he always fought so hard to maintain.
his tongue slips carefully past your lips and into your mouth, rolling over every curve like he’s trying to ingrain it into his memory. though slightly clumsy and awkward, your hand eventually makes its way to grip onto his back, fingers digging into his skin with every advance he makes. your hips instinctively push forward against his, causing a muffled whimper to escape his lips and egg him on further. shoto pushes his tongue against yours, moving in slow deliberate motions as he pulls you flush against him. he tightens his grip on your back with every movement, hungry and longing for the feel of your body against his.
when he finally pulls away, you’re both out of breath and gasping for air, his eyes trailing down your trembling body. “y/n…you’re shaking. are you okay?” he asks calmly as if his tongue wasn’t literally down your throat five seconds prior. you can’t help the small giggle that escapes your mouth at his genuine concern and confusion. shoto cracks the tiniest smile and leans back in for more before the door so rudely flies open and leaves you exposed to the entire room. he walks out blushing like a teenage girl despite refusing to explain to anyone what happened in there. throughout the rest of the night, its painfully obvious to everyone that he can’t stop staring at you.
e. kirishima
kirishima practically bounces into the closet the minute the bottle lands on you two, grinning wide as denki and the others hype him up. the door clicks shut, muffling the ongoing party outside to nothing more than background static in the tiny space. despite his confident grin, eijirou looks nervous beyond belief to be alone with you like this. you watch as he fidgets with his fingers in front of him, gaze shifting everywhere but your eyes. excitement tangles with an underlying anxiety deep in your stomach, making you almost nauseous until eijirou finally decides to break the silence. “hey…we don’t have to do anything if you really don’t want to.” he smiles softly with the words, finally bringing his eyes to meet yours.
you can’t help but giggle at his gesture, because little does he know, this was the best possible outcome in your eyes. i mean, the bottle almost landed on mineta for gods sake—granted anyone would be better than him. even so, eijirou was who you were really hoping for. “i was actually kind of hoping it’d land on you,” you chuckle, advancing towards him just barely. “really? y’know i was, uh, hoping for you too,” he says almost sheepishly, bringing a hand to rub the back of his neck. you take another step forward, then another, until you’re finally close enough to grab a hold of his hand, slowly lacing your fingers between his. his cheeks pink up instantly. “yeah?” you ask with a small smirk playing at your lips.
“...yeah.” he folds instantly, one hand sliding to grab your waist as the other cups your jaw, tilting your head slightly upwards. flicking between your lips and eyes, his gaze carries a much stronger need than before, pupils blown wide. you initiate the kiss, lips interlocking slowly, like testing the waters before taking it any further. eijirou walks you backward just slightly so he can hold you against the wall as he deepens the kiss. in the process, he almost trips over his own feet three separate times, laughing against your mouth. his hand resting at your waist now slithers down to your hip, kneading at your skin like your the only thing keeping him grounded to earth right now.
eijirous movements are strong and steady despite the clear underlying anxiety, guiding your body to exactly where he needs you as he slips his tongue past your lips. the kiss turns messy fast after that small milestone, his tongue hot and wet as it smashes against yours with utter certainty. without paying much mind to his shark-like teeth, they accidentally catch on your lip for just a moment, causing a quiet, muffled whimper to escape your throat. this tiny little sound seems to be the straw that broke the camel's back, because instantly afterward, eijirou lets out a similar groan against your lips, a familiar hardness pressing firmly against your leg.
he pulls back suddenly, embarrassment flooding his face immediately. “shit—i’m sorry i, uh—i wasn’t—” he panics, stumbling over every word like it was genuinely the end of the world. you just simply laugh, “eiji, it’s fine,” before cupping his face and pulling him right back in with more passion than before. utterly relieved he didn’t scare you off or something, kirishima pulls you flush against him now, like it’s unbearable to have even the tiniest amount of space between your bodies. his hands shamelessly roam up and down your every curve, squeezing and groping your body with a greed you’d never quite seen from him before.
in response, you slide a hand to cup the back of his head, fingers threading through vermillion locks. for some reason tonight, he’d decided to finally wear his hair down and out of that usual spiky updo, and honestly you were utterly grateful for the decision. without warning, eijirou shifts his knee into the space between your thighs and presses firmly as he grinds his own hardness against you. he knows exactly what he’s doing. you tug at the back of his hair, longing for more, and ejirou groans into you, sucking at your bottom lip like he’s been holding this back for weeks.
you feel as his breath goes shallow, movements fervent and almost in tandem with your own. kirishima holds and kisses you like he genuinely needs your presence to stay alive, like you’re his oxygen. you’ve wanted this for so long, and kissing him now, you realise maybe he’s been waiting for this moment all the same. when he does finally pull away, his eyes are wild and shamelessly wandering all about your body, completely ready for more. he slowly licks the saliva from his lips and locks his gaze onto your own, eyes glassy, desperate, and needy in a way that almost throws you off.
it’s only natural that you smirk when you see just how ruined he’s become just with a simple kiss. the door swinging open unfortunately stops you before you can continue, his hair tangled and messy, your t-shirt slipping off your shoulder from where he’d manhandled you earlier. ejirou is beaming the rest of the night with a dopey grin plastered across his blushing face every time he looks at you. after the party—and hours of cruel teasing and unbearably suggestive touches—the two of you reconcile in the back of his car, far away from prying eyes and nosy whispers.
t. iida
you had to convince iida to join in on the stupid little party game for practically twenty minutes before he finally gave in, reluctant but obedient nonetheless. honestly, in the back of your mind, you knew the only reason you’d gotten him to play was you wanted the bottle to land on the two of you, forcing him to make some sort of move after months of cat and mouse. it was obvious to anyone with half a brain that something was going on between you two, yet somehow neither person was willing to put an effort into making it something official. i mean guys hadn’t done much more than hugging, let alone a full-blown kiss. maybe this was your chance to finally break that tension once and for all.
the amount of relief that washed over you when the bottle pointed at tenya is more than words could possible describe. although, tenya on the other hand looked anything but relieved, you knew you’d be able to break past that tough exterior within seconds once you finally got alone. as soon as the closet door closes, tenya adjusts his glasses and clears his throat in a very a little awkwardly, seemingly trying to ease some underlying tension before he was able to say a word. “y/n…” he starts quietly, eyes glued to the carpet. “i…can’t help but to think this was your intention all along. am i correct in my assumption?”
you chuckle softly as he steps towards you. “maybe.” his gaze steadily makes its way up to yours, face flushed and warm as he brings a hand to rest and your waist. “frankly, i was also selfishly hoping i’d get to be alone with you tonight,” his voice is low and steady as he presses you gently against the closet wall. one hand sneakily moves to cup your jaw, tilting your face towards his own. “...may i?” when you nod, a sly smirk making its way across your face, he wastes no time leaning in to kiss you, lips interlocking so quickly you might’ve thought he needed it to survive.
the kiss starts off slow, slightly uncertain, testing and teasing boundaries without crossing lines or moving too fast. his thumb traces gentle circles across your warm cheek, fingers gripping your jaw with a hunger you weren’t sure you’d ever witness from him. betraying the obvious desire bleeding through his every movement, iida doesn’t overwhelm you just yet. your comfort and safety mean far more to him than temporary pleasure. that being said, the instant you shove your tongue into his mouth with a small whimper and push your body flush against his with an unexpected fervency, all of his former self-control flies right out the window.
he reciprocates immediately, tongue curling around your own in delicate motions, as though savouring the taste of you. testing the waters, you bring a hand to cup the hand of his hand and close your fingers around a small tuft, tugging just enough to get a reaction out of him. it instantly draws a needy whimper from his throat, breaking off from the kiss as he throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut. suddenly, you feel a distinct hardness pushing against your thigh and realise just how badly he’s needed this. iida’s eyes flutter open after a moment, glassy and his pupils blown as he takes off his glasses and sets them on the nearest shelf. “do you see what you do to me, dear?”
his voice is shaky and honestly destroyed as the words leave his mouth. it’s unlike anything you’ve seen from him before, completely out of character for someone who prides themself so deeply on their composure. tenya doesn’t waste another second surveying your face before jumping right back into the kiss, somehow ten times more desperate than before. his hips grind against your own in precise, needy movements, absolutely sure of himself despite how ruined he looked just seconds ago.
carefully, yet with utter certainty, iida slides both hands just beneath your shirt, caressing your skin like you’re something meant to be worshipped. his large hands map out your every curve as though to commit it to memory, leaving you shivering with every touch. one hand slowly makes its way to your chest, toying with the skin between his fingertips and drawing soft, wanton moans from your lips against his. just as tenya breaks off from the kiss and trails his lips down your jawline, the closet door swings open to a room full of people. literally in the blink of an eye, iida steps back, grabs his glasses, and runs off to the bathroom. you don’t see him again until the end of the night where he’s waiting for you outside the house, a desperate, almost lustful expression painted across his face.
i didn't proofread this because im lazy, i hope its okay !!
Summary: just some short fluff with husband!markwebber
Word count: 0.6k
The sound of your husband's incessant alarm woke you up from your slumber. You groaned, opening your eyes groggily as the heavy weight around your waist disappeared, Mark's hand finding the alarm and turning the god awful sound off.
You felt his arm wrap around your waist again, Mark's stubble brushing against your cheek, pressing a kiss on your skin as he whispered in your ear.
"Morning," he murmured, voice gravelly.
You made a sound of complaint, closing your eyes and pressing your face into the pillow. Mark laughed, lazily stroking your bare arm with his finger.
"Come on Love," he urged quietly. "We've got to get up now."
You whined, rolling over into your husband's chest. His arms wrapped around your body on instinct, holding you close. "Five more minutes."
He laughed again, brushing your hair from your face. "I'm afraid not Darling. We've got the race today."
You groaned. "I thought you retiring meant I didn't have to wake up early for these things anymore."
Mark shook his head at your attitude, at your unwillingness to leave the comfort of your shared hotel room, the soft sheets and warmth of his embrace.
So he pulled away, removing his arms from you and leaving the bed. You whined again, pouting at him as you cracked your eyes open. Mark just grinned, moving forward to kiss you on the head before walking away, no doubt to get ready.
You closed your eyes again, savoring the short amount of rest you had left, even though knowing you'd regret it later when you were rushing to get ready on time.
What felt like seconds later but were no doubt minutes your husband was back, hands gently shaking your shoulders. "Now you really do need to get up."
You let out a huff but managed to sit upright, wincing as the bright lights assaulted your vision. Mark smiled and rewarded you with a chaste kiss, a hand going to the back of your head as he did so. His lips tasted fresh, minty, from brushing his teeth.
As he started leaning back you pulled him close, a hand going to his waist and tugging him forward until he lost his balance, falling on the mattress. You grinned and climbed on top of him before he could get back up.
"I vote we stay here," you said.
Mark sighed at your antics but he was smiling, staring at you with quiet adoration. "You know we can't. It's Oscar's home race. We have to be there for him."
At the mention of Oscar, your husbands protégé and what was a son like figure to you, your determination to stay in bed cracked slightly. Enough for Mark to slide you off him and coax you out of the sheets.
"Come on Darl, I promise I'll make it up to you."
You narrowed you eyes at Mark, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands finding your waist like they always did. "You promise?"
He smiled. "I promise."
You deliberated for a moment longer, all the while your husband's hands roamed your back, trailing up and down your spine, following your curves, kneading your flesh, touching you in any way he could, one of Mark's favourite things to do, before you sighed.
"Fine. Let me get ready."
Mark smiled and kissed you on the cheek. "Knew you had it in you."
You grumbled as you untangled yourself from him, walking into you en-suite to finally start getting ready. "I'm holding you to that promise.
Mark smirked as you disappeared from view, murmuring under his breath, "I wouldn't expect anything different.
