you had left for a work trip a few days ago, ahead of time you made sure to steal katsuki's phone to take some worthy photos for him to use for his own pleasure.
one night he finds himself with his hand running up and down his cock aggressively, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. a photo with you in black and orange lacy lingerie paints a permanent image in his retina — his whole body on autopilot.
thick glossy pre oozes from his mushroom tip, only helping lubricant his thrusts. he runs a calloused thumb over his sensitive tip with a groan — spreading the pre across to coat his tip — imagining it was you doing it instead.
he tilts his head back, his face flushed while his hips now move uncontrollably into his fist; imagining how good you'd feel, the way your tits would bounce, the way your ass would jiggle from his thrusts.
a bead of sweat runs down his forehead, he tosses his phone to focus on the feeling, to focus on the thought of you. what you'd do to him if you saw how pathetic he looked in the moment, what would you say? would you take him into your mouth how you did that one time?
the thoughts of every time you two would sex cloud his mind. he remembers how you'd arch into him, how you'd ride him like there's no tomorrow, how you'd taste on his tongue after a long patrol. his crimson eyes squeeze shut while he let's out strip of whiney moans. calling out your name even though you aren't even there, because you're all the way across the world.
a moment later with one final thrust up into his fist; ropes and ropes of his gooey, thick cum paint his abs and pelvis. his whole body twitches at the feeling; his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head at the chance to finally get the relief out.
once he cools down, he takes his phone back in his hand to snap a photo to you of the mess he made of himself.
katsuki my luv: [image attached]
katsuki my luv: "look at what you fucking did to me, little slut. can't wait for you to get home. love you."
an: lemme lick up dat cum for ya mmmmm..
banners by @/uzmacchiato
timeskip!iwaizumi x gn!reader | reader implied to have had a little alcohol
“Okay, Iwaizumi, I dare you to…” Hinata drawls, tapping the wooden floor beneath him to the beat of the song that he’s gotten stuck in everyone’s heads today. “Hmmm….”
“This is why we can’t play truth or dare with you, Shoyo,” Atsumu groans, though there’s a lopsided smile that accompanies it, before taking a sip of his drink. Condensation drips down the side and he wipes it with the sleeve of his jacket.
“As if you didn’t steal my dare idea last turn!”
“Can’t steal somethin’ that was never yours in the first place.”
“Huh? I literally said it out loud.”
“I thought it before y’said it.”
“What?!”
“Holy shit, get back to the dare,” Osamu snorts and throws a pillow at their heads. “I’m gonna have to retire by the time Hinata comes up with 3 syllables.”
You laugh softly from your spot on the couch. Hajime snickers next to you, his arm hanging loosely above you.
Not around you. Just above, on the couch back. Close enough that your head brushes it every time you lean a little too far, which is why you’ve curled into the edge instead, feet tucked under the throw blanket you had gifted Shoyo a few months earlier.
Emboldened by the conversation as distraction, you let your eyes shift to Hajime. His cheeks are flushed, and eyes crinkled as he watches his team in amusement. There’s an almost empty drink in his right hand, more clinking ice than beverage. What liquid is left sneaks through the ice as Hajime brings it to his lips and your eyes fixate on his lips meeting the edge of his glass and the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
The sound of bickering is muffled, and you should look away, really, it’d be embarrassing if he caught you, but he’s rubbing the glass with his thumb, and he looks really good, and—
“Okay, fine, Iwa.” Hinata brings your focus back to the room and stares with sudden determination. “I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”
The two stare at each other.
You blink.
You think everyone blinks, actually.
Your eyes flicker to Hajime, landing on his mouth again as it opens and closes twice, three times, like words could be lured into them. “...I—what?”
“Pfft—”
“Don’t feel like getting kissed tonight, sorry, bro. Alright, Bo, you’re up next, right?”
“Oh! Yeah—wait, we’re skipping Iwa?”
“Oh, shut up, Tsumu, like your dumbass is the most attractive person in here.”
“I am, actually. Objectively, even.”
“You have a twin, Atsumu.”
“Not seein’ your point here ’Kaashi?”
“Y’callin’ me ugly?”
“Technically jus’ less attractive, but yeah, yer ugly.”
“Guys,” you warn. Bokuto’s still confused on whose turn it is, and Osamu has set his drink down and sitting up straighter. You continue, “Drop it. Hajime, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Yeah, but you’ll have to take a shot,” Atsumu interjects.
“Thought you as the self-proclaimed ‘most attractive person’ declined already. Was he supposed t’drink a shot if he picked you?”
“No, we would’ve both taken shots.”
Hajime raises a brow. “What? As the guy with the dare, what the hell kind of logic is that? You know what—”
He lets out an exasperated sigh and moves his arm from behind you to rest on his thigh. It was never touching you, but the back of your neck still feels colder. “Fuck it.”
“Fine, you can kiss my cheek—”
“I’m not kissing you, Atsumu,” Hajime just less than growls.
Atsumu raises his hands in surrender while Hinata snickers, and you think Osamu’s building up to an “I told you so,” but you’re too busy watching the man next to you to really know.
Hajime’s posture is rigid as he places his glass on his coaster—one of two that have actually been used, the other drinks leaving rings of water in their place. It’s a wonder that Hinata has any in the first place.
Your gaze shifts from his leg that’s started to bounce, to his fingers that fiddle with the watch on his wrist, and then his mouth where he bites a lip.
And then they move up again, just a little higher, to his eyes—
Which are already set on you.
His eyes flicker down to your lips, and heat blooms in your face, your ears, your neck. Something in you thinks it must be a joke, but Hajime’s already flushed face turns more red, and your heart pounds.
Atsumu only looks between the both of you for a second before clapping his hands together. “Ohh, ohoho—”
“Ooh, Iwa!”
“Eh? Oh—”
“Can you guys be normal for 2 minutes?” Sakusa sighs and leans back into his chair, deciding to stare at the ceiling instead of his teammates if only for a moment. “And if you two are going to kiss, can you do it faster before my brain shuts down?”
“Rude.”
Hajime ignores them and clears his throat before turning to you, shifting to prop one leg on the couch beneath him. Taking it as your cue, you sit up and collect your blanket to one side. A buzz builds from the ground up your legs and into your ears, shifting in anticipation.
“Can I?” Hajime asks softly.
The room hasn’t been this quiet all evening.
You nod, your only hesitation in wondering if he’s serious.
But even a little hesitation is enough; it always is with him. Your companion’s lips purse, and a concerned crinkle appears between his brows that you ache to smooth. Hajime says your name. “Seriously, we don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.”
You’re shaking your head before he’s done his sentence. “It’s okay, Haji.”
“Ooh, Haji—”
“Shuddup, ’Tsumu.”
“Is it weird I feel awkward watching this?”
“Aw, c’mon, ’ji, they’re cute.”
The bickering dulls the previous sharp attention, tension subsiding with each snicker.
Hajime moves, shrinking the gap until your knees touch and you can count the inches between you on one hands. His cologne swims to meet you, and you wish you could pinpoint the fragrant notes, maybe write them down to look for later. (You wonder if that's a weird thing to do.)
Hajime licks his lips, and the motion drags your eyes to them for the dozenth time tonight. Subconsciously, you do the same.
Then a hand comes up, hesitant before picking a place on your cheek, and you let yourself lean into its touch. It’s odd—how you wished the arm behind you would accidentally move closer just a few minutes ago, and now your face is being held instead. You wonder if you could ever get used to it.
For a split (embarrassing) second, you even let yourself wonder what it would be like to wake up to the same touch in bed beside you.
Hajime looks at you, and you smile as your eyes lock. Maybe it’s your own drink kicking in, but you reach to lace your fingers with his free hand as you nod once more, look at his lips one more time.
His chest rises as he takes a deep breath.
“Seriously, guys, if you don’t kiss already Samu’s gonna start going bald.”
“The fuck?”
You can’t help the laugh that escapes you and hits Hajime’s skin, nor can you fully get rid of the smile on your face as Hajime murmurs what sounds like a “for fuck’s sake,” beneath one of his own and leans in.
And then he kisses you.
And you think there’s cheering, clapping and something about losing a bet on who’d kiss who first.
But it doesn’t matter—not while you’re finally finding out how soft Hajime’s lips are, while his grip on your hand tightens, while his thumb rubs your skin and fingers move to the back of your neck to pull you closer, closer.
Your free hand comes to rest on his shoulder, and he lets go of the other to wrap around your back. Somewhere in the back of your head you wonder how long (how deep?) an acceptable kiss is in front of an audience. But you can feel Hajime’s deep breath as he pulls you in until his chest presses against yours, and you think the others can look away when it’s too much—there’s someone more important.
Athletic Trainer Iwaizumi Hajime who’s too god damn good looking and buff for his own good.
Athletic trainer Iwaizumi Hajime who develops a crush on one of his new clients( you) and has to remind himself to remain professional
Athletic trainer Iwaizumi Hajime who finds himself thinking of you when he jerks off in his office post session with you.
Athletic trainer Iwaizumi Hajime who notices how badly your shitty loser boyfriend treats you and can only think of how he would worship the ground you walk on if he was your boyfriend.
Athletic trainer Iwaizumi Hajime who lets cry in his office after you find out your ex boyfriend cheated on you.
hawks need you on top ASAP, maybe he doesn’t even take his clothes all the way off after patrol
╰ 18+ MDNI. omg.. and his belt buckle and compression shirt and—
“c’mon angel, you know you can try wayyy harder than that, can’t you?”
the room is steaming with sex, skin brushing and grinding against one another with suffocating velocity, the kind that tingles your core and stings ur chest. you can almost feel it electricity your cunt, zaps of static energy numbing your widened thighs spread over keigo's waist.
tiredly gripping your hips, he’s letting you do all the work tonight, biceps bulging as his hands roll you on top of him, cock-head swiping up inside your folds and coating your insides in the prettiest sheen of clear pre the man can offer.
he practically pounced on you the moment he walked into the door, pulling you over to the bed and shoving his half-exposed shaft up into your cutely soaked cunt, belt buckle pressin’ into the insides of your thigh, leaving a faint ‘h’ shape into the delicate flesh.
simply put, keigo caught you completely off guard, forcing you to ride his rock hard cock without any prep to your poor pussy, and now you were dealing with the consequences of your sex-deprived, over-worked, hero boyfriend.
“had a long day y’know? been looking forward to this pussy, baby.” he’s sighing, curved shaft smushing into your gummy walls, feeling how you’re beginning to slow down your pace, hips rolling against his, “go a little faster for me, please?”
“can you stop talking!”
his lazy complaints make it difficult to focus on the task in front of you, struggling to ride his girth entirely swelling in your belly, pussy swallowing him down to the hilt and utterly weeping, clit scratching against his honey-shaded tuft of hair nestled on his pelvis.
he looks up at you, hand traveling behind your back to place a loud ‘slap’ against your globular ass cheek, letting the flesh ricochet in the palm of his hand. “just trying to help you out and hey—i’ve been helping people allllll damn day angel, and now it’s lookin’ like my girl needs me too.”
“im serious kei—mmpfh!” you’re blurting out, greedy fingertips grazing upon the skin tight compression shirt decorating his six-pack, tracing the yellow lines upwards to grab at his pecs. “just shut up, please!”
keigo pouts, pushing out his lower lip, “what’d i do? you’re the one who can’t keep your hands to yourself babe.”
more like can’t keep your pussy to yourself, sensitive folds planting down on his slutty cock, dripping mushroom tip the most gorgeous shade of cherry red bruising your guts as it smooches your g-spot with the wettest of kisses, legs brushing up against the material of his beige cargo pants he so graciously pulled himself out of.
you both know it’s an embarrassing last resort, the cocky man watching you ride his inches of girth sloppily and laughing—fingers going between your arms to cup your cunt. he swabs over your clit, the pads lappin’ up the abundance of slick smearing over your insides and pressing into it, sly voice snickering once you hiss at the sensation jolt your core.
squirming, keigo picks up the slack where you’re lacking it, hips thrusting into yours from the bottom, mattress squeaking in tow with your whimpering mouth. “f-fuck! stop fucking teasin’ me!”
“awh, come on,” he tuts, pausing to look you in the eyes, golden irises swallowed by blown pupils, “i know you like it.”
your mouth falls open, rebuttal sizzling on the tip of your tongue, yet he stops you with a thrust so strong you’re almost tumbling you off his hips.
“mmm, and this pussy loves it, can feel her squeezing.” he can feel you literally choking the life force out of him, cock asphyxiating on the gushing walls suffocating it. it forces him to thrust it deeper and deeper inside of you, tip knock, knock, knocking! into your tough cervix, the hard hitch begging to be filled up.
the finger working at your clit slows down, rubbing the smoothest circles into the flesh like velvet, the length of his shaft filling you so damn perfect. “stop!”
“i’m not known to do that baby—”
you don’t know what takes over you as your hands fall over his mouth, fingers covering the lower half of his face, facial hair scratching against them.
you’re clamping down hard, palms leaving no room for keigo to speak, hips eagerly regaining control and using his face as leverage to push your body upwards, ass planting down his cock so loud it boomerangs back into your eardrums.
successfully stifling his motor mouth, you ride him with all you’ve got, lifting off of him until only the rosy tip is pressing at your entrance, before slipping him back inside fully, feeling him punch your cervix each and every time.
unable to speak, keigo’s growling at you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the hand gripping you like a vice forces your hips to an abrupt stop, filling your pussy with the sappiest rivets of cum.
a flowing geyser paints your walls, so syrupy you can feel it coat every ridge inside of you, brows perking in confusion as you lean down, smushing into his chest with your own. “seriously keigo?”
he wriggles out of your grasp, chest panting, “c’mon! you know how much i like it when you’re mean.”
sometimes the best proposals are the ones you never planned. 1.8k words
you've been wandering the grounds at the summer festival with kita shinsuke for the better part of an hour, though 'wandering' was generous, he'd stopped at nearly every stall to exchange pleasantries with neighbors, and you'd fallen into an easy rhythm at his side.
"kita-san!"
the voice came from the takoyaki stand. a girl about your age - miho, you thought her name was, waved him over with a smile that showed too many teeth. you'd seen her at the last three festivals, always finding a reason to touch kita's arm when she handed him his change.
"your order's ready," she sing songed, sliding the tray across the counter. her eyes flicked to you briefly, then dismissed you just as fast. "you know, my grandmother was just saying the other day, any girl who marries you would be the luckiest woman in the whole district. running the rice shop, knowing everyone, being so..." she twirled a strand of hair, "...reliable."
kita looked at her confused, then took the takoyaki with his usual polite nod. "that's kind of her to say."
"she meant it! kita-san."
you felt your eye twitch. the paper fan in your hand snapped open with more force than necessary, stirring the humid air.
kita stepped back, joining you again as you both moved away from the stall. he was quiet for a moment, until you decided to break the silence.
"she said your wife would be the luckiest girl in the district."
"her grandmother did."
"...right."
kita hummed
"how so?" he asked.
"she was so obviously flirting with you."
"her grandmother?"
"no dummy, her."
you looked up at him. the lantern light caught the silver in his hair, the steady calm of his dark eyes. he genuinely didn't know.
"she wanted to be your wife," you said, perhaps a touch too sharply. you looked away, pretending to be very interested in the goldfish scooping game nearby. "obviously."
"did she?" he sounded surprised. then, softer, "you sound upset."
"why would i be upset?" you snapped your fan shut. open. shut. "i'm just saying. she basically called dibs on being your wife in front of everyone."
kita was quiet again. when you risked a glance at him, he was studying your profile with that unnerving focus of his, the same look he gave rice plants when deciding if they were ready for harvest.
"why would she be lucky?" he asked.
you stopped walking. turned to face him fully. the crowd parted around you, festival-goers laughing and chattering, but you were suddenly in a very small bubble with kita shinsuke. "i don't understand."
"i mean," you said, deadpan, "you are a nice guy. you run a successful business. you're... you know. responsible and mature." you gestured vaguely at him, at the whole package of him that you'd been quietly cataloging for months now. "she meant you'd be a good...husband. probably. i don't know. she definitely wanted to be your wife. that's what she was saying."
kita blinked. once. twice.
"she wanted that?" he asked.
"yes."
"someone would want to be my wife?"
"she did," you confirmed, feeling heat crawl up your neck. you were doing a terrible job of hiding your jealousy. you were practically wearing it like a banner.
well was that your fault? the whole village knows you are in love with kita shinsuke a year now, that girl does too. yet she never misses a chance to wrap herself around his arms and now she's obviously saying she wants to be his wife!
everyone on the farm respected and loved him. he'd always been the perfect example of a man, running a succesful business, taking care of his grandma and even everyone near him, always making sure everything is fine and never raising his voice at anything and you, unfortunately, also had a stupid little crush on your friend. it certainly didn't help that he insisted on carrying the heavier crates whenever you were around, flexing his beautiful arms or quietly leaving bottled tea beside your station during summer harvests, or walked you home whenever overtime stretched past sunset, all while acting as though those things were simply something a friend should do.
"oh" kita responses, he looked down at the paper plate in his hands. you definately didn't see that his ears turned pink. you hummed before turning your head away and continuing your little walk with kita beside you.
kita opened his mouth. closed it. then, in a voice that sounded almost puzzled like he was working through a math problem he hadn't expected to encounter , he asked:
"would you want to?"
the world suddenly stopped around you.
or maybe it was just your heart. your mouth went dry. kita's expression shifted from curious to horrified in slow motion, realization dawning across his face like a sunrise he desperately wanted to stop.
for the first time since you'd known him...kita shinsuke looked completely, utterly panicked.
his eyes widened, his shoulders stiffened and colour climbed all the way to the tips of his ears. "i didn't mean-" kita's ears were turning red. you'd never seen him blush before. kita shinsuke, who handled pushy wholesalers and nosy aunties and team crises with the same unflappable calm, was turning the color of the paper lanterns. "that was inappropriate. i'm sorry. i shouldn't have asked like that."
oh?
you said nothing. could say nothing. your brain had apparently decided to take a holiday.
"kita-san!" old man from the hardware store waved from across the path, saving you both from the suffocating silence. "come settle a bet for us! is it true you're planting the new hybrid rice this year?"
kita looked toward the voice as though it'd just saved his life. "...i'll be right back."
then, after only a second's hesitation-
"...sorry."
you watched him disappear into the crowd, your tea had long since gone cold in your hands, yet you couldn't bring yourself to take another sip.
would you want to... be my wife?
surely...
surely he hadn't meant it like that.
maybe he was still talking about miha from earlier.
maybe he'd simply gotten carried away.
maybe he was asking hypothetically.
except...
kita wasn't the kind of person who asked hypothetical questions. every word that left his mouth was deliberate. every sentence had already been considered before he'd spoken it. which only made the image of his bright red face moments ago all the more impossible to understand.
you found him a few stalls away helping make change for one of the neighboring vendors.
from a distance, he looked exactly the same. calm and composed, talking with the old guy about something you couldn't hear. answering customers with the same polite smile he always wore. and it made you realize that -
kita shinsuke didn't make mistakes.
not like this.
your eyes lingered on him a little longer than they probably should have. every now and then he'd glance toward your stall. the moment your eyes met he'd immediately look somewhere else.
you'd never seen him avoid eye contact before.
your knees decided they'd had enough. you sank onto a nearby bench, hands trembling as you pressed them to your burning cheeks. would you want to? the question echoed, relentless. you'd loved him for years, quietly, hopelessly, watching him from the sidelines of his own life like a fool. you knew the exact moment it had started. two years ago, when you'd twisted your ankle on the walk home and he'd carried you piggyback all the way to your door without a single complaint, just steady breathing and the smell of rice and soap. every festival since, you'd prayed for something to change and feared it in equal measure. and now he'd asked, actually asked and you'd stood there like a statue, letting him apologize and run.
your chest ached with something sharp and bright. he wants me too, you thought, testing the words in your mind like they might dissolve. he wants me too. all those years of convincing yourself you were content with friendship, with being the person he asked to help at the shop, he wants me too , with standing beside him at festivals just to feel his shoulder brush yours, they hadn't been one sided. the hope you'd buried so deep it had fossilized was suddenly, terrifyingly alive. you stared at your hands, still shaking, and realized you were grinning like an idiot at absolutely nothing. somewhere across the festival grounds, shinsuke kita was probably having his own crisis. the thought made you laugh, breathless and giddy.
the festival continued around you. you decided to get up and drift through it, buying dango you didn't taste, watching fireworks you didn't really see. eventually the crowds thinned. the stalls began to close, lanterns dimming one by one as the night deepened.
you found yourself at the edge of the festival grounds, where the paved street gave way to a small hill overlooking the village.
you heard footsteps behind you. kita settled beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. neither of you spoke for a long moment.
"it's beautiful," you said finally, looking out at the view. "i never get tired of it."
"neither do i," kita said. but when you glanced at him, he wasn't looking at the village. he was looking at you.
you turned back to the view, heart hammering. the silence between you wasn't uncomfortable anymore, but it was heavy with everything unsaid.
"y'know" you said softly, watching the distant lights of his rice shop, their rice shop, you realized, because you'd helped there enough weekends that it felt like yours too. "i think i wouldn't mind being mrs. kita either."
you didn't look at him. couldn't. but you heard his breath catch, heard the small, wondering sound he made in the back of his throat.
"[name]," he said, and his voice was different now, still shy, still uncertain, but hopeful. hopeful in a way you'd never heard from him before.
you finally turned. he was red again, that lovely flush spreading down his neck, but he was smiling. small and real and a little bit terrified in a way that made your chest ache. "was that-" he started. "are you-"
"someone had to say it," you said, bumping your shoulder against his. "since you ran away before i could answer."
"I panicked," he admitted, sounding scandalized by his own behavior. "I've never panicked before."
"kita shin, panicking." you smiled. "i'd like to see that again sometime."
"you'll marry me, then?" the words came out rushed, half-disbelieving. "i mean- i haven't- i don't have a ring, i didn't plan this, this isn't how i would have-"
"shinsuke."
he stopped. breathed.
"yes," you said. "you ridiculous man. yes."
the festival lights flickered and dimmed behind you, but kita's smile - shy and red and utterly unlike his usual composed expression, burned brighter than all of them combined.
you were going to marry him. you are going to marry him, and you would never, ever let him forget that he'd been the one to panic first.
Has our lovely reader ever made izuku sleep on the couch after an argument?
A/N: the perfect ask for Izuku's birthday.. Thank you!!
Sleeping on the couch
Midoriya Family Shenanigans
You and Izuku rarely fought, you just never found it conductive and your husband often was too much of a sweetheart and a good man to ever leave the both of you upset or grumpy for long. Midoriya Izuku was always willing to meet you half way and love on you, even when you were unreasonable, and often if you were being reasonable was willing to stand by you or impliment whatever you had that was bothering you.
But once every blue moon...
Once in a few millennia
Izuku would do something that would genuinely piss you off.
"I don't see what the problem is Y/N." He said as you packed away the dishes. His mother had come over for dinner and as much as you loved Inko with all your heart, you were also very much aware that Izuku was her only child. And sometimes she could be a bit of a boy mom.
And you were saying something as a mother of boys.
You sighed as you closed the last glass container and looked up at Izuku. "What don't you understand Izuku? I'm just saying that I think your mother needs to start backing off a bit again. I have everything handled when it comes to Koda and the kids. I don't need the extra help and we have everything under control."
Izuku's eyebrows furrowed at your words. "But my mom always stays over for a few months after you give birth. She's been doing it since Toshinori, what's the problem now?"
You put your hands on your hips as you stared up at him. "She had told me in front of the boys that I'm not cooking food rich enough to help their growing bodies. I don't want the boys thinking thats okay to say in front of them."
Your husband stared at you, his beautiful eyes unable to connect the brain cells necessary for this conversation. "Is that it?" The look you shot him was enough to curdle milk. Izuku leaned back with a grimace as he put a hand to the back of his neck with a sigh. "I'll talk to her, my love, but you know she means it out of the goodness of her heart. She loves you. Besides the boys are rather on the slender side, it doesn't help that they have my genes, so I think she might have a point."
You blinked. "What?"
Izuku opened his mouth but out of the corner of his eye he saw a group of green heads of hair. Three of his sons were peaking into the kitchen, their eyes wide. Toshinori's mouth was in a purse as he shook his head side to side, trying to communicate to his father not to think about answering that. Asahi followed his brother's lead and shook his head as well, while Hero had a hand covering his mouth to stop himself from giggling.
Izuku knew he was taking a gamble and a risk, but you always told him to speak his mind. "She just has some opinions, and everyone's allowed to have them. Like how you can sometimes be hard to work with when it comes to Koda and his medicine schedule."
You scoffed and raised an eyebrow. "Really? Is that what she and you think?"
Izuku's eyes widened. "Wait- Hold on, I never said-"
"Well!" You wiped your hands and slapped the cloth down on the table. "Midoriya Izuku, how about you can agree with your mother on breakfast tomorrow and sleep next to her instead, because clearly my own opinions in my own home don't matter as much as your mother." With that you turned and walked out of the kitchen with your head high.
Your husband had just realised he had messed up. Big time. He followed after you quickly with anxiety building in his chest. "My love-"
"Do NOT 'my love' me!" You kept walking heading up the stairs. "You aren't sleeping in my room tonight, Midoriya until you figure out why what you just said is wrong."
Izuku stayed standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up as you disappeared and two seconds later the door to your bedroom closing and locking behind you. Izuku grimaced as he sighed, dropping his head.
He really messed that one up.
He dragged a hand down his face before turning to his boys who stared at him. "Toshinori..."
"NOPE!" Your eldest put his hands up and shook his head not wanting to be part of the two sides. "I'm not getting on mom's bad side too."
Asahi kept his head down as he followed after his elder brother.
Hero just laughed and walked up to Izuku as well. He patted his dad on the back with a diabolical smile for a 10 year old. "You really did it this time."
Izuku sighed with his shoulders slumping. "You don't have to tell me Hero."
"It's okay dad. I can burrow you a pillow and blanket." Hero suggested with a grin that was missing one of his incisors (Soccer ball to the face resulted in that). "I can even get you an extra pillow to use as mom."
Despite having to make himself comfortable on the couch, a very low substitute for your bed, Izuku did feel in the middle of the night, close to 1am, the sound of your footsteps coming down with an extra blanket big enough to cover his entire body. And a kiss to his forehead followed by a "Stupid tree" before hearing you go back upstairs.
He had to stop himself from smiling too widely.
He would make it up to you tomorrow and talk to his mom.
And maybe add in some begging. But he'd do anything for you.
tw: rewrite/repost, daddy kink, breeding, dad bod daichi, established relationship, implied that you have kids with daichi, pussy eating, pussy fingering, spit as lube, cum swapping, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, soft dom daichi, selfship coded (as always with daichi) wc: 2.1k
Fifteen years is a long time. For some it can feel like a frightening stretch, yet for others it passes in the blink of an eye.
Your relationship with Daichi had been a dream, not without moments of tension, but was any couple worth their salt, without the occasional friction? No, because sometimes life was a lot.
In those fifteen years you had packed in rather a lot; falling in love, travelling, getting married, becoming homeowners and having children, but through it all the love and spark of adolescent yearning had never diminished.
There were moments you would catch Daichi from the corner of your eye and your stomach would flutter, that unmistakable bottomless feeling of hanging suspended from a rollercoaster, and it never failed to make you smile.
To others those moments might seem mundane; the clap and hustle yell when he was taking the kids to school, or when he would clear the dishes from the table after dinner, but they felt special to you and they always would.
Whilst he wasn’t as built as he had been in his youth, he had aged remarkably well. There was a liberal sprinkle of salt and pepper in his thick black hair and his stomach was no longer defined with prominent muscle, but he was still strong. He could still lift your weight if you wrapped around one of his biceps, and his thighs... hoo boy those thighs... were as well muscled as you remembered them in those first days of dating.
Your husband never failed to make you bite your lip between your teeth, thighs pressing together and an insatiable hunger rising in your belly. He knew you better than you knew yourself. Long ago he had memorised every placement of his fingers to have you putty in his palm, every place to kiss, inch to lick and exactly what pace to set to have you a mess beneath him.
This evening was no different; you entered the kitchen after putting the kids to bed and found Daichi making the lunches for tomorrow. His broad back stretched his dark grey t-shirt, the muscles shifting as he packed the boxed lunches and reached for snack packs. You admired his tight behind for a moment longer before you made your presence known, the black knee-length shorts curved to his peach so perfectly.
“What did I do to deserve you, hm?”
Your arms wound around his waist, hugging him from behind and kissing his shoulder whilst he chuckled and patted your hand indulgently.
“That’s my line, surely,” he quipped back smoothly, his laughter intensifying as he felt your fingers trace over his stomach to linger along his waistband.
Daichi put down the knife in his hand, head cocked to the side and a low whistle pushed through his lips. “What’re you doing little lady?”
“Mm, showing you my appreciation… daddy.”
The title tripped off your tongue at the exact moment your hand slipped into his shorts and grasped his already-growing cock. His answering groan made your head spin, Daichi’s neck tensed and you stroked your small fingers down his thick veiny shaft.
Even when not at full mast, it was a tight fit. Your husband was more than blessed with his equipment, a heavy cock that slapped against his stomach when aroused and filled you to absolute capacity. The thought alone of the stretch was increasing the slick between your thighs and you’d soon stain through your thin sweats if they weren’t removed within the next few moments.
“Oh, is that so and what does daddy’s favourite girl want this evening? Long and slow,” he inquired, turning to face you with a dark expression that scattered your wits, “or hard and fast?”
You contemplated for a brief second as if you didn’t already know the answer screaming in your head. The thought which had consumed you the entire evening until this first moment of being alone. “Both, I think I want to be greedy tonight.”
Daichi rarely told you no and tonight was not going to be an exception. The granite counter was icy cool against your stomach, tits pressed into the surface and each thrust of his fingers made them scratch on the slightly roughened surface.
Your knees trembled as you felt the heat of his tongue prod at your sticky pussy, licking around the two fingers pumping into you at a rapid pace and you almost moved out of position. A sharp smack hit the inside of your thigh followed by a tsk of annoyance.
“Keep yourself open for me princess, daddy wants to keep his hands free.”
The weight in your stomach dropped to your toes, moaning audibly as you repositioned your hands to each ass cheek and spread yourself wide for him as asked. You loved the natural authority in his tone, he didn’t have to raise his voice to have you buckle under his influence and he knew that well.
“That’s it. Come for me pretty girl, think you’re nice and stretched for me now just gotta taste that cream on my tongue before I get my cock wet.”
How could this man speak such utter filth to you? Your husband, who everyone called the sweetest person when they met him, protective and assertive but gentle. They didn’t know that he fed you the lewdest words when you were alone, sometimes even when you weren’t…
Daichi had barely worked you over for five minutes before you were dripping on his digits, slick covering his palm and down his wrist. So much for long and slow when you were this needy for him. He groaned against your hot cunt, gathering up your spend on his tongue and holding it in his mouth.
Before you could fully float back down from your release, you found yourself spun around and his hungry, glazed mouth upon yours. His tongue thrust between your parted lips, swallowing your heady moans and feeding you the essence he’d gathered. Savouring it together as your tongues flirted and licked against sharp teeth. He was heaven wrapped in a godly dad bod, and you needed him desperately.
Once more your hand found its way to his thick cock, the beat of his thumping heart could be felt through the prominent veins that lined the underside and you squeezed roughly, eliciting a hiss from Daichi. He helped you stroke him, your nimble finger swiping through the mess of precum that oozed from the slit until your fingers were sticky and wet.
He lifted you onto the counter, palms smoothing over your hips and wrapping your plush thighs around his waist. You could only watch as he took over the languid pumping of his cock, the tug and twist that only deepened the almost purple colour of his tip. His musk enveloped you, forehead dropping to Daichi’s shoulder whilst he smacked his cockhead against your sensitive little nub.
“Dai… please, just fuck me already!”
Your whimpered plea was met with a dark chuckle, his rich chocolate eyes taking in your features with a heated curiosity. A finger and thumb pinched into your cheeks, your lips popping wide and he angled your head down.
“Spit,” he commanded, and you didn’t need telling twice. A glob of spit dripping from your tongue and landing on his dick. Daichi rubbed it against your folds, catching your fluttering hole repeatedly until he finally took pity on you.
“There’s my good girl,” he cooed.
The first inch was always a stretch. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken him over the years or that you had birthed two of his children, he was a girthy boy and the tip was especially prominent. Even with Daichi opening you up, you still gripped his shoulders as his hips eased forward.
He fucked you slow on the first few inches, warming you up until you were putty in his hand. Your achingly tight cunt trying to hold on to him for dear life, gummy walls grazed in the exact way that made your toes curl and your nails imprint crescent moons into the muscles of his shoulders.
“More, need more.” You hiccuped, features painted in pure pleasure and Daichi lost the air from his lungs as he looked you over. He loved you like this, in the moments where he was your everything, your constant. And yet, you hadn’t asked nicely and he couldn’t have that.
“Ask nice princess, use those manners I taught you.”
His grin was wicked, the curve of his lip making you lick your own suddenly parched ones. There were faint lines of strain around his eyes but he continued to only rut less than half of his length into your needy pussy and it was maddening.
“Please. Please daddy, need all of your cock. Wanna cream on it. Wanna be filled by you,” you cried with fresh tears filling your lash line from the frustration bubbling in your chest.
Daichi’s eyes rolled over at your words, one palm braced beside you on the counter and the other bruising into your hip. He gave a feral-sounding grunt and on one slam of his hips, he impaled you fully. The air soundly knocked from your chest, chants of his name and every variation and title fell from your lips as his pace became frantic.
Your hips pulled closer to the edge, the leverage just perfect to torment your spongy sweet spot and you were creaming in no time. The vice-like grip of your walls dragged him deeper with every primal thrust delivered. To an observer Daichi might seem uncontrolled and reckless, lost to the animalistic rhythm but that wasn’t quite the truth.
His hips snapped with precise movements, thighs slapping against you and the black thatch of dark curls rubbed delicious friction against your clit. Each pound of his cock was aimed to perfection; Daichi was brutalising your sweet spot without a hint of mercy.
“I know what my girl wants, what she needs… you wanna feel me come inside, don’t you? Paint you with my seed and see if it takes, hmm?” His voice was almost hoarse with desire, and you gasped at the implication. Another baby, did you dare to dream?
“F-fuck. Mhm… I’m gonna—gonna come again. Do it! Fill me up.”
The last word pitched as Daichi gave a particularly hard slam, knocking against your cervix and that flash of white pain translated into pleasure. Enough to make white spots appear in your vision and you clawed like a wild animal seeking release.
“Jesus fucking Christ—baby! SqueezIng me so tight.”
His thrusts turned sloppy, the rhythm faltering as he emptied his heavy balls into your heat. Warmth trickled from his spine and evaporated the pressure in his abdomen as you milked Daichi for every last drop. His scalp prickled, lactic acid burning in his thighs and the dopamine hit was euphoric.
The intimacy of the afterglow made your heart flutter in your chest. The absent designs he traced on your thighs whilst continuing to twitch and soften inside you, refusing to pull out in order to keep his cum as deep as possible. You giggled each time he twitched, something you had done since the very first time you had been intimate and Daichi chuckled at your giddiness.
“You still laugh after all this time?”
You smoothed over his jaw with care, admiring every slight sign of ageing, the signs of your life together and the future still ahead. No matter how time changed his appearance you still loved the man in front of you with the entirety of your heart.
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 . Daichi who has a crush on oblivious reader who also likes him back.
Synopsis: The title says it all…
Notes: uhm, pretty sure this is gender nuetral reader and we balling on the proof reading…idk what i wrote..I also don’t put reader or y/n i use , ….
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Daichi Sawamura likes you.
No—he really, deeply loves you.
It was not some fleeting crush that had blossomed overnight, nor was it a phase.
He had harbored these feelings since the two of you were merely twelve years old in junior high.
In fact, it happened when he spotted you during the welcoming ceremony.
And both of your eyes locked, to one another and when you smiled back at him, the image became permanently etched in his mind. Especially when your face lit up with a smile or a laugh.
He tried countless ways to approach you to catch your attention, dropping subtle hints and signs along the way.
Faking accidental bumps with you or coughing out loud when you’re near, it was obvious he was trying to get your attention.
He was too shy to confess his feelings so he kept his adoration feeling a secret and instead, he would simply steal glances at you.
Your sitting on your desk while talking to your friends?
He is staring at you, while his friends deadpans at the sight.
You walked past him during the hallways?
He was already staring at you, and almost tripped.
Of course you noticed, at first you found it awkward since you didn’t know what to do, but when you finally initiated a conversation with him, he was so startled that he slapped his own face.
The sudden action left you worried and concerned, but when he immediately snapped back into a serious expression, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.
And that’s how the two of you became friends.
Now the both of you are in your senior year, but to daichi, he was still the same the moment you smiled at him.
If your fingers accidentally brushed his while passing a notebook or a drink, he would freeze for a second before quickly composing himself and pretending nothing had happened.
Sometimes, he even had to excuse himself afterwards just to catch his breath and calm his racing pulse.
He was hopelessly in love with you.
He desperately wanted you to know, but the number one enemy of having a crush, “rejection” terrified him.
He settled for what he believed was enough: being your dependable "friend."
He’ll walk you home, wait for you after class, and carried your school bag anytime, anywhere.
He’ll buy your favorite beverage from the vending machine, get you that sweet bread you wanted at the cafeteria, will listen to every story you wanted to share, no matter how long it took.
If you asked him to accompany you anywhere, the answer was always an immediate yes.
You want him to do something for you?
He’ll immediately do it.
You want to go to his games?
He’ll immediately say “yes” and let you watch them fail or win.
(Remember that before the story line, Karasuno sucked…at their games..)
You want someone to talk to and your crying?
Don’t worry he’ll be there for you on the phone or immediately listen to you and reassure you.
To simply put it, if he can do it, he’ll do it and even he couldn’t he’ll make an effort
He convinced himself that if he could not be the person you loved, he would at least be the person you could always rely on.
However, Daichi failed to realize was that you had also fallen in love with him just as long ago.
Unfortunately, both of you were completely oblivious airheads, while everyone around you saw right through it.
The Karasuno volleyball team had abandoned all attempts at subtlety months ago.
The entire gym knew that Daichi always anticipated your presence at practices and games.
Even Takeda-sensei and Coach Ukai noticed, with Ukai frequently grumbling and offering him unsolicited romantic advice on how to win a girl over.
“ you see, Daichi to get a girl you must—”
“HAHAHA, what are you saying coach ukai?”
Which makes coach ukai sigh and deadpan, he’s just trying to help Daichi get that and not fumble.
And it was incredibly common for the team to overhear your mutual inquiries throughout the day,
“Asahi-san, have you seen Daichi? We promised to walk home together.”
“Suga, did you happen to see where, …. , went?”
“Kiyoko-san, do you still have that picture of Daichi from the summer festival?”
“Kiyoko-san, do you have a photo of , ….. , from the festival? Could I please have a copy?”
“Sugawara-san, could you give this to Daichi? Let me know if he's skipping lunch again.”
“Hinata? Kageyama? Do you see, …. , are they already waiting for me?”
“Hi Coach Ukai, are you guys done with practice?”
It was painfully obvious. It kinda ifruriated them since they already ship you both and cannot deal with this anymore.
Before, tanaka nishinoya and sugawara would drop subtle hints and teasing daichi but now they all up their game and making it obvious
“Daichi, you know, …. , likes you right ?” Tanaka said,
“What are you talking about tanaka?”
And in response tanaka will just silently close his eyes and breath in and out to calm him down irritated at this because he knows Daichi is loosing so many chances and keeps playing these games.
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Practice had just finished and You stood patiently outside the gymnasium, clutching your bag.
“Waiting for our captain again?”
Sugawara said while he showed up beside you, wearing a mischievous grin. While Asahi was right next to him both walking towards you.
"You know," Suga continued playfully, "you're the only person capable of making Daichi wrap up cleanup duty early. Usually, he spends an extra twenty minutes lecturing Hinata and Kageyama."
You offered a soft laugh,"I really don't mind the wait."
Asahi offered a gentle, warm smile. “It's truly nice that the two of you always walk home together.” He paused, hesitating slightly. “...Though, I think Daichi worries about you more than anyone else. He practically panics if he thinks you're walking home alone.”
Sugawara burst into a fit of laughter. "Remember that one time they left the school grounds without letting him know?"
You nodded, vividly recalling the amount of missed calls that had lit up your phone screen.
Asahi nodded in confirmation. “He called them...”
“…ten times,” Suga chimed in, laughing hysterically. “In the span of five minutes!”
Before Asahi could offer an apology for Sugawara's blunt amusement, the heavy gym doors slid open.
Daichi stepped over, zipping up his black Karasuno jacket. And then his eyes landed on you, The disciplined expression he maintained during practice softened when he looked at you.
"Oh. There you are,” he murmured. He jogged over with an apologetic smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Without a second thought, he reached out and seamlessly tookyour school bag before you could even utter a word.
“The first-years were being...energetic today,”he explained.
“They always are,” you laughed softly. You looked behind him and saw Hinata and Kageyama going at it again.
Sugawara casually draped an arm over Daichi's broad shoulders, "You know... the weather is really turning cold these days…."
Daichi narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "...And?"
Suga's grin widened. “It's just the perfect weather for holding hands. ...Or, you know, finally asking someone a very important question.”
Daichi’s ears flushed a violent shade of pink.
“Hey, I'm just saying,” Suga chuckled, turning his gaze toward Asahi. “But some people are incredibly blind, right?”
Asahi instantly panicked, waving his hands frantically. "U-Uh... yes! I mean—no! I mean—!" Sensing how Daichi might get mad , he grabbed Sugawara tightly by the sleeve and began dragging him away. "We're leaving! Have a safe walk home!"
Asahi waved over his shoulder as he hauled his teammate away, while Suga effortlessly brushed off the tension, waving goodbye and silently mouthing the word “Confess!”to Daichi.
The two third-years vanished down the hill, with sugawara laughter echoing.
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A comfortable silence settled between the two of you.
Making Daichi cough,"Shall we?" Daichi asked, offering a gentle smile. You nodded, and your familiar walk to go home began.
Just as he had done for the past five years, Daichi automatically took the side of the path closest to the street. Whenever a bicycle sped past, he instinctively guided you further from the curb without a moment's hesitation.
“Careful,” he warned softly, pointing ahead. “There's a loose rock right there.”
He offered his forearm and You looped your arm through his, neither of you acknowledging how entirely natural the gesture felt.
Occasionally, your hands would brush against one another, or your fingers would intertwine before both of you awkwardly pulled away in silence.
“Don't mind Suga," Daichi muttered quietly, breaking the stillness. "He just says whatever pops into his head, these days…”
“Its okay,”you replied, smiling softly as the chilly evening air turned your breaths into small plumes of white mist.
After a long pause, Daichi spoke again, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. “...I just really like making sure you get home safely.”
“It gets dark so early now. It's the least I can do...”He swallowed hard. “...as a friend.”
As a friend.
The phrase carried a heavy, aching weight that made your chest to tighten. You looked down at your shoes.
You cherished how dependable he was, how safe you always felt walking by his side, and how he’ll always talk to you and make sure you are comfortable.
Yeah just friends….
But lately, being "just friends" felt completely outgrown.
"Daichi?”
“Hm?” He immediately looked down at you, his attention entirely yours.
“I’ve been wondering….do you... only walk me home because we're friends?”
Daichi froze in his tracks. While the wind breeze blew over the both of you.
"I...” he stammered. He tried to clear his throat. “I... well..”
He began rubbing the back of his neck "...No," he finally whispered. He swallowed roughly, his voice dropping so low it was nearly swallowed by the wind.
"It's not because we're just friends. I've... liked you... since junior high."
He let out a nervous, self-deprecating laugh. "I actually spent years trying to force myself not to. It didn't really work out."
Your eyes widened in pure astonishment. "...You like me?"
Daichi nodded genuinely. “ A lot. More than I think I know how to put into words.”
“I’m sorry for—"
You interrupted him with , a laugh that escaped your lips—because of the sheer wave of relief. “Gosh, we both are dumbasses” you thought to yourself.
You reached out, sliding your fingers directly into his open palm, letting your fingers lock with his while reaching out to hug him.
"You're an absolute idiot, Daichi Sawamura."
He blinked in confusion.
"I like you for a very long time too," you confessed.
Daichi stared down at your joined hands and embraced you back.
He didn’t believe that this was real.
When he finally looked back up to meet your gaze, relief washed over his face then he gave a breathless, genuinely happy laugh escaping him. "Sugawara is absolutely never going to let me live this down."
You giggled softly, squeezing his hand. "We don't have to tell them just yet."
"No?" His smile beamed so brightly it made your pulse flutter.
"No," you agreed. "Whenever you are ready we can tell them."
With your fingers firmly intertwined, walking down the street hand and had.
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One Week Later…
It had been exactly one week since Daichi had finally confessed.
One week since the two of you started dating.
Yeah when you said you don’t have “we don’t have to tell them” the both of you are practically outing yourself by how obvious it has been….
Practice had barely started when Hinata squinted at his captain from across the court. “…Is it just me,” he whispered loudly, “or has Daichi- senpai been acting super weird all week?”
Kageyama glanced over. Daichi was quietly gathering volleyballs, softly humming to himself. “…He’s smilingand glowing…,” Kageyama noted, his brow furrowing in deep confusion.
Tanaka shuddered dramatically, rubbing his arms. “It’s freaking me out, man!”
“Did he win the lottery or something?”Nishinoya squinted looking at him,
Asahi smiled knowingly, but staying quiet. Across the court, Sugawara had both hands clamped over his mouth, trying—and failing—not to laugh out loud.
Daichi turned sharply after hearing his name. “What are you guys gossiping about over there?”
“Oh….Nothing!” Suga replied, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. “You just seem… exceptionally happier lately.”
“No way,” Tanaka countered immediately. “Dude, you are literally glowing.”
“Oh…have I?.” Daichi questioned himself.
“You totally are,” Ennoshita agreed, nodding firmly. “You’ve smiled more this week than you usually do and haven’t given a scolding at all, Sawamura-san.”
Tsukishima sighed, lazily adjusting his glasses. “It's honestly nauseating…to see…”
“don't be rude..tsukishima-san” Yamaguchi whispered, nudging his friend before turning to Daichi with a shy smile. “But really, it's great to see you looking so relaxed!”
Daichi coughed loudly into his fist, unsuccessfully trying to hide the faint pink creeping onto the tips of his ears. “…Just focus on practice.…”
“HE’S BLUSHING! THE CAPTAIN IS DEFLECTING!” Nishinoya shouted, pointing a finger in accusation.
Before Daichi could yell at them to stop slacking, the heavy gym doors slid open. You stepped inside the gym, holding a neatly packed, multi-tiered lunchbox.
“Hey, Daichi... I accidentally made way too much food this morning,” you said, offering a soft smile. “I thought I’d bring some by for you to eat after practice.”
Every single head in the gym slowly snapped toward the entrance.
Daichi's expression softened instantly. And a warm smile that he’d been trying so hard to suppress broke through completely.
He quickly walked over, accepting the lunchbox with both hands
“Thank you,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours. “You really didn't have to.”
“Oh..ti’s nothing,” you replied, feeling your own cheeks heat up.
The chaotic gym suddenly fell into absolute, dead silence.
Over at the manager's bench, Yachi gasped, her hands flying to her burning cheeks. “Oh my gosh, it's happening right in front of us!”
Kiyoko gently adjusted her glasses, and smiled at the scene infront of her, “it's about time,” she murmured softly.
Sugawara slowly looked around the room, raised his hands, and dramatically clapped once.
Asahi smiled warmly, joining in with a gentle, proud clap of his own.
“Congratulations, buddy,” Asahi said, patting his back, tearing up a little.
Tanaka blinked, processing the scene in slow motion. “…Wait. …WAIT.” His eyes grew impossibly wide as the gears finally turned in his head. “CAPTAIN ACTUALLY GOT THEM?! THEY'RE A COUPLE?!”
Nishinoya let out the loudest, most ear-screeching cheer, “I KNEW IT! I TOTALY CALLED IT! YOU OWE ME ONE, TANAKA!”
Hinata and Kageyama stared blankly between the two of you, entirely out of the loop.
“…Wait, they weren’t already together?” Hinata asked, tilting his head.
“I thought they had been dating since last year...”Kageyama admitted, looking genuinely bewildered.
Sugawara laughed so hard he lost his footing, having to lean heavily against Asahi for support. “I’ve been waiting FOR YEARS, for this day!“
By the back table, Coach Ukai crossed his arms, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well, would you look at that.
Daichi buried his face entirely in his free hand, his ears burning bright red. “…Can everyone please just go back to practice?”
“DAICHI WILL BUY US FOOD AT THE CONVENIENCE STORE AFTER THIS!” Nishinoya roared.
Standing right beside you, Daichi could only let out a a sigh Defeated by his team's chaotic nature then , he looked down, gently sliding his fingers between yours to hold your hand tightly.
Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by hand, thank you for stopping by and reading!
ahh hi i love ur seven mins in heaven series! i would love a sugawara version as a drabble 🤤 i love the guy and i would love to see this scenario in your writing style!
we don’t talk abt the dm…
the dm was all good (and honestly nice to receive); this just makes it easier for you to see when i answered your ask ;) thank you so much for your request <33
i love suga and 7 minutes in heaven with him is so tender and sweet — here is my take on it (drabble style). i hope i did him justice!! general note: tiny tiny tiny bit suggestive <3
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sugawara koushi knew there was something wrong the second daichi started passing out little slips of paper. tonight was one of the group parties, something that started off as a one-time thing and eventually turned into a tradition. the music hummed lowly in the background while daichi came around with the little slips (poorly cut), and the shitty free pens that people collected and never threw out.
"write your names," he said, holding up his own slip, "and then put them in this box. we're going to be drawing pairs for seven minutes."
"seven minutes of what exactly?" you asked, "seven minutes could be a lot of things. seven minutes of fighting. seven minutes of debate. seven minutes of chit chatting..."
sugawara looked over to you, mentally agreeing with every word that came out of your mouth. you were so reasonable. always. it's part of why he hoped in some selfish part of his brain that he'd end up stuck with you.
"depends on what you do in the closet." daichi smirked, looking between the two of you. "anyways. first round. let's see who it is?"
it wasn't the two of you.
the third round was where the two of your names were pulled out together. with all the grand ceremony in the world, daichi led you two to the small closet, opening it wide enough to push you in and locked it from the outside.
"i'm setting the timer," daichi said. "have fun."
it was dark. dark and quiet. you could hear the gentle rise and fall of sugawara's breath beside you, the scent of his shampoo hitting your nose. you reckoned that if you moved your hand just a bit farther, you'd touch him.
your cheeks heated at the thought.
the two of you sat there for a few moments, neither of you saying anything before he finally spoke.
"hi," he said simply, sliding his hand enough to meet yours. you inhaled sharply, your head swimming.
he was....did he just....?
almost on cue, he moved to gently place his hand on top of yours. the warmth flooded your senses instantly.
"hi," you managed to get out, gently positioning your hand so it was more comfortable. "so. the closet."
he chuckled quietly, the sound rushing to your head. it was unfair. unfair of him to laugh when the two of you were so close and could barely see. every sense was heightened...almost impossibly so. if he ever kissed you......you couldn't get ahead of yourself.
"you knew where this was going, didn't you?" he asked. you could almost hear the smile in his voice.
without thinking, you brought your free hand to his face, tracing the outline of his cheek.
"you don't seem like you're smiling," you mumbled to yourself. "i was checking for the smile. but your cheek is hot. are you alright?"
"i'm....fine." sugawara choked out.
the truth of the matter was that sugawara knew what this arrangement was before slips had even been drawn. weeks back, he'd accidentally blurted out his feelings in front of daichi, and then doubled down by refusing to do anything about it.
you were his truest friend. the sweetest soul. the kindest one. he'd follow you anywhere and couldn't bear the thought of scaring you off with his feelings, especially if you didn't return them. he'd tried in the past to try and show you what he felt, but every interaction only deepened his feelings and reduced his clarity.
sensing the thoughts, you succumbed to instinct alone. it was a dark closet and questionable circumstances. you could blame it on the circumstances if it didn't work out, but goodness if it did.
in a swift movement you tugged him towards you, your hands finding his shoulders. he moved in tandem with you, his hands clutching your waist to stay upright. his hand curved gently to your lower back, his grip firm.
you could feel the gentle warmth of his breath hitting your cheek, the faint wisps of his gray hair visible in the little light that penetrated the space.
"that was on purpose," he chuckled lowly.
"who said that?" you teased, reaching up to rake your fingers through his hair. soft soft soft. "in all honestly, it was...too....quiet. i thought it would be nice and safe if you were where i could see you."
"that so?" he smiled, brushing his lips across your forehead. every limb in your body probably short circuited, the thoughts in your head spinning to a sharp stop.
he. kissed you. kissed your forehead.
"you know," he sighed, "i probably won't have another chance to say this."
your heart thudded in anticipation, your breath hitching at his words.
"i......." he began, exhaling his nerves out. "i like you."
"you like me?" you whispered, "i like you too. but what kind of like?"
he smiled, his lips pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. "the kind of like where i'd like to kiss you and take you out on dates and do all the things that a couple does."
"i'd like that," you grinned, the happiness seeping into your voice. "i'd like that very—"
before you could finish your sentence, suga leaned down to brush his lips over yours. it was just a peck, but it was enough to steal your breath.
"i'm so sorry," he whispered, "you seemed so happy. i just couldn't wait. can i kiss you properly?"
"please," you whispered.
he leaned in again, his lips finally capturing yours. you sighed into it, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair again.
sugawara kissed like a dream. or like clouds. or whatever the word was to mean soft and so so tender it stole your breath away. his hand moved up your waist to pull you closer, his lips pulling away for a brief moment to smile before meeting yours again.
your hands bunched into his jacket, a gasp escaping your lips when his lips dipped down to your neck.
just as he was about to return to your lips, the closet door burst open.
light flooded the small space, the two of you yelping in surprise as daichi, noya, and tanaka all walked in.
"well well well," tanaka smirked, "look what we have here."
suga tugged you in protectively, looking up at daichi expectantly. "you have something to say....just say it."
daichi smiled, holding out the phone timer. "we actually kept you in here for fifteen minutes."
you and suga looked at each other in horror before looking back at the rest of the group.
"HUHHHHH??"
bonus: sugawara asked you out immediately as soon as you got out of the closet. you said yes (obviously). your first date was at an ice cream place. you got some ice cream on your face and he wiped it off and licked the cream. he is sweet, but also, occasionally a menace. if you ask him why, it's cause he wants to see you blush ;)
roommate!iwaizumi hajime pretends to be unaffected by the scent of your shampoo in the morning when you’re leaving for work
roommate!iwaizumi hajime makes sure he’s always home on the nights that you are so that the two of you can do roommate bonding activities like watching movies and sharing gossip about the volleyball team members while doing domestic things like cleaning the kitchen
roommate!iwaizumi hajime who stopped going on dates after you started living together because he just…doesn’t feel the need. he isn’t lacking good company because the best company in the world lives with him
roommate!iwaizumi hajime who can’t really name the feeling in his chest when you’re scrolling the dating apps and are complaining about nobody being up to your standards. unexpectedly he feels…relieved
roommate!iwaizumi hajime who realizes he might have a very inconvenient crush on you when you come out of the shower in a towel and he wants to unwrap it instead of look away
iwaizumi hajime is never tipsy. but when he is tipsy he’s a giggly man who smiles a little too much and doesn’t stop looking at you like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.
he’ll gesture for you to take a seat beside him while trying to pretend he’s sober (he’s not) and accidentally divulging how much he thinks of you.
his hand stays on your thigh, hot and steady as you drive home.
when he sees you share a bed, wedding rings, and marriage photos in your room, his tipsy brain thinks that he could die a happy man
to the anon who had sent in an ask but then it went: here u go <3
nsfw mdni
Just showing Miya Osamu how you get off because he asked — ever so nicely too with about three dozen kisses to your neck and jaw. You’re both a little drunk but pay no mind to the tilting of the room, too preoccupied with the body in front of yourselves. After tugging your panties off, you end up on your back with a leg hooked over his firm shoulder and with the other leg by his thighs. He’s sat exactly in the middle of your spread legs like he’s at a meeting at the head of the table, eyes serious and fixed on how your fingers brush against yourself. You don’t miss the way his deep grey eyes dart to your tits as you play with them.
You feel your face heat, one part mortified at the fact you’re so exposed and two parts so turned on you can feel yourself start to drip even more for your best friend who wants to watch you rub one out.
Osamu rests an encompassing hand on the knee by his ear. He smooths his warm palm against your skin, down to your mid thigh then back up again and again, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Faintly, you wonder if you should hook both legs around his shoulders and guide his smug face down and—
“Well?” His voice sends shivers down the length of your spine, “You going to give me a show with that pretty pussy, or are you getting stage fright?”
You roll your eyes, “Patience ‘Samu.”
His gaze has never been so searing. It intensifies the hum of pleasure the second your middle finger swipes along your slit to wet it. Using your other hand, you spread your cunt apart so your clit is exposed to the air. A clear view. Just for him. You say so and he hums appreciatively, thanking you sincerely, and you have to stop physically stop yourself from taking his hands and shoving his digits into you.
You can barely control your breathing when you start, giving your throbbing nub attention first. Little presses turn into rougher flicks as you begin to lose yourself to the sensation. Osamu is quiet as he watches. There’s nothing but the soft clicks of your fingers and trembling breaths from the two of you.
Suddenly, you become conscious of the situation, your eyes fly open, your fingers falter. Just what are you doing? You squirm but fail to move an inch due to his hold. He catches on quickly, and rubs his palms on your thighs again, comforting.
“Just do what feels good, baby,” Osamu kisses the skin of your thigh, “gorgeous, you’re so good to me.”
“I— ‘Samu,” you linger on the last syllable of his name, “what about you?”
You watch him bite his lip in a muffled groan as he snakes a hand down to feel himself through his boxers — slowly and in time with your own ministrations.
“This is perfect for me, baby,” he pants, “I just want to watch you. I- I- please?”
He’s just so Osamu you can’t take it. You need him to engulf you.
Sinking two fingers into your hole, you finally give him a moan of his name. There’s no resistance. It’s so hot and wet inside you feel like bursting, muscle flutters around your appendages. He makes a strangled sound as if it’s his own fingers plunging into you.
Your stomach flexes and back bows as you thrust into your cunt, desperately trying to find that spot inside. Everything spins and builds up but it’s not enough. You want to fall apart for him, you really do. You want to give him the show that he’s asked for, but you can’t help but need more to push yourself over the edge. Not even the third finger you add is enough when there’s Osamu right there between your legs, his heavy bulge coming across as a promise that can stuff you satisfyingly.
Slick drips down your skin. You see his stare each time your fingers disappear into your heat. You wonder if he’s imagining his own fingers in their place, knuckle deep and stretching your cunt in ways you can’t. You clench at the thought, you want him to feel it too.
“O-Osamu,” you breathe. There’s a blush that graces his cheeks as makes contact with your eyes. Fuck— you want to kiss him.
“What’s up baby?”
“Help me, please? I need more. Could you— 'Samu, please, your fingers?” A part of you wishes you could’ve asked him for it nicer, in fuller sentences, but the haze over the two of you is too strong.
His grip on your leg tightens as he pulls your body closer. “You want me to help you cum?” His voice is steady and low.
“I'm sorry—”
“None of that,” he says your name softly, as if he would do anything for you, “yes, I'll help you.”
You move to take your hand out from between your legs. However, Osamu stops you, his hand on top of your own.
“You said help, right?”
You nod. He smiles sweetly and then he wets his lips. It’s not dissimilar to the smile he gave you that began this whole ordeal.
“So I'll help you. Keep fingering yourself with two fingers, just like that, and I'll join you.”
His thumb presses against your bundle of nerves, successfully sending heat all the way to the tips of your toes.
“So wet.” He mutters as he flicks your swollen clit just like how you did before, “Go on, baby, you can do it.”
You whine out his name as your fingers start to move again, as deep as you can. The lewd squelch makes your ears burn. Then, Osamu eases two of his thick digits inside. A breathy moan is forced out of your lungs. you barely register the praise that leaves his mouth. The stretch sings for him instead. You can feel his fingers under yours, skin brushing. It’s all you can focus on. He feels so deep, nothing like your own hands.
“You’re doing well, so fucking good at taking my fingers and your own. C’mon, you’re soaking, so full aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes, please ‘Samu,” you whimper.
He kisses the skin by your knee messily, reaching your lower thighs. Each tandem thrust of his fingers and yours deliver pleasure that makes you shudder.
“Fuck, you’re clenching so hard,” he nuzzles into the leg he’s holding on his shoulder, “take another for me, yeah?”
His eyes are lidded with a dark fire blazing in them. You beg for more and he obliges. Ecstasy hits you like a freight train the second a third finger of his is added to the four in your cunt. The pressure has you crying out his name. He’s true to his words and he helps you further. You ride out your orgasm to the languid thrust of his fingers and yours, though your own have stilled guided only by the movement of Osamu’s hand.
synopsis: long distance relationship with hinata angst
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Long-distance relationships never seemed to work, or at least that was what most people told you whenever they found out your boyfriend was in Brazil while you were in Osaka. They warned you that the time difference, the distance, and the lack of physical contact would eventually drive a wedge between the two of you, slowly turning the relationship into something neither of you could maintain.
“Hey,” you said softly as Shoyo’s face appeared on your computer screen, his familiar features filling the small window. FaceTime had become the only way the two of you could really communicate these days, with the distance between you making spontaneous visits and late-night conversations nearly impossible.
“Hey.”
His response lacked the usual warmth you had grown accustomed to, and lately, it seemed like the excitement that once filled your conversations had slowly begun to disappear. Still, you tried not to read too much into it, reminding yourself that Shoyo spent most of his days outside under the scorching sun playing beach volleyball, which had to leave him completely exhausted by the time you were able to talk.
You watched quietly as he ran a hand through his messy hair, his tired eyes and the dark circles beneath them making it obvious that he had barely gotten any rest. After a moment, he glanced toward the clock before looking back at you through the screen.
“What time is it over there?” he asked, his voice quiet and heavy with exhaustion.
“It’s 1:38.”
Your eyes drifted toward the time displayed on your computer, and you immediately realized what that meant for him. It was already 1:38 in the morning in Brazil, which explained the tired look on his face and made you wonder if he should even still be awake.
“I’m exhausted, (Y/N). My whole body hurts.” Shoyo leaned back against the headboard of his bed, letting his head fall against the wall as he closed his eyes, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment.
“I can let you go,” you said gently, giving him a small smile as you realized just how late it was. “I completely forgot what time it is over there.”
Shoyo let out a tired sigh before opening his eyes and glancing back at you through the screen. “Yeah, I have training in four hours.”
“We can talk at seven, then. Hopefully that fits your schedule a little better.”
Shoyo sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Hopefully.”
Your brows furrowed slightly as you studied his face, unable to shake the feeling that something about him seemed different tonight. He was tired, sure, but there was something else behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, and the longer you looked at him, the harder it became to ignore.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you being so weird?” you joked, trying to lighten the mood even though, deep down, you were genuinely worried that something was bothering him.
He shook his head and glanced away from the camera. “Nothing. We’ll chat later.”
This time, he returned your smile, but there was something strangely empty about it, as though he had forced himself to smile just to keep you from asking any more questions.
“Shoyo, talk to me,” you said, your smile fading as you leaned closer to the screen. “Something is bothering you, and I know you well enough to know when you’re not being honest with me.”
He hesitated, his eyes shifting away from the camera as he struggled to find the right words, and you could almost feel the atmosphere between you change. The tension had been there for weeks, slowly building between you in a way that made your stomach twist every time you noticed it, but you had convinced yourself that it was nothing more than exhaustion, stress, or simply the strain of being apart for so long.
“I don’t know how to say this.”
“Then just say it,” you whispered, your voice barely steady as you felt the back of your throat begin to burn.
Shoyo exhaled heavily, dragging a hand over his face before letting it fall into his lap. “The long distance is taking a toll on me, (Y/N). I feel like our connection is fading, and I don’t know how to stop it. Everything between us feels so calculated now, like we have to schedule every conversation and force ourselves to make time for each other. Nothing feels genuine anymore.”
You swallowed hard, desperately trying to force the tears gathering in your eyes back down before he could see them.
“Okay,” you managed to say, your voice trembling despite your attempt to keep it together. “Then how do we fix it? Maybe we could start doing virtual dates or something, just so it feels like we’re actually spending time together again.”
“With what time?” Shoyo asked, his voice softer now as he looked back at you. “Between your college and my training, we barely have any time left for each other as it is. I know we’ve both been trying, and I know you’ve been making an effort, but it feels like we’re fighting for something that neither of us has the time to hold onto anymore.”
Your chest tightened at his words, and for a moment, you could only stare at him through the screen, wishing there was something you could say that would make him take them back.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, but if we’re being realistic, love isn’t enough to keep this relationship going,” Shoyo admitted, his voice quiet as he struggled to maintain eye contact with the camera. “We need more than that, (Y/N). I haven’t seen you in a year and a half, and no matter how much we try to make this work, I can’t keep pretending that the distance isn’t affecting us.”
You nodded slowly, forcing yourself to take in every word he was saying even though each one seemed to cut deeper than the last. Your chest ached with an almost unbearable pressure, the stabbing sensation in your heart making it difficult to catch your breath as the tears finally spilled down your cheeks. There was no point in trying to hold them back anymore, not when the person you loved was sitting on the other side of the screen, telling you that the relationship you had spent so long fighting for might no longer be enough.
Love isn’t enough to keep this relationship going.
The words repeated themselves in your head, over and over again, until they were almost all you could hear.
“Don’t cry, (Y/N),” Shoyo said softly, his expression falling when he saw the tears streaming down your face. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
You shook your head, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand even though more tears immediately replaced the ones you had managed to clear away.
“So what do you suppose we do?” you asked, your voice breaking slightly as you looked at him through the screen.
Shoyo was silent for a moment, his eyes dropping toward his lap before he finally looked back at you. “I think we should take a step back for now and see how things go.”
Your heart sank at the words, and you stared at him for a moment as you tried to understand what he was actually asking of you.
“As in... we see other people?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don't know. I'm not interested in anyone else, and I don't want you to think that's what this is about. I just need some time to focus on volleyball and figure out what I want without constantly feeling like I'm failing you or this relationship.”
“No.” You quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady. “I get it.”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N).”
You forced a small smile onto your face, even though your chest felt like it was caving in. “Don’t be. You should get some sleep anyway. It’s almost two in the morning over there.”
Shoyo studied your face through the screen, his expression filled with concern. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
“Yes,” you answered, though you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Your eyes dropped toward your lap as you picked at your fingers. “It’ll just be weird not being able to call you my boyfriend anymore.”
“I know,” he said quietly, his voice breaking slightly. “I wish there was more I could do.”
“Me too.”
The two of you fell silent, neither willing to be the one to end the call. You simply stared at each other through the screen, both waiting for the other to say something that might somehow change what had already been decided, but neither of you could find the words.
Eventually, you took a shaky breath and gave him one last smile.
“Goodnight, Shoyo.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N).”
He smiled softly, the same familiar smile you had fallen in love with years ago, before reaching toward his computer and ending the call.
The second his face disappeared from the screen, your hand instinctively flew over your mouth as the sobs you had been holding back finally escaped. You curled into yourself, tears streaming freely down your cheeks as the reality of what had just happened finally settled in.
Shoyo had been by your side since middle school. He had been there through the awkward teenage years, the highs and lows of high school, your first real dates, your first heartbreaks, and every little moment in between. Somewhere along the way, you had stopped imagining a future without him because, in the back of your mind, you had always assumed that one day the two of you would get married.
It had never felt like a question of if, but rather a matter of when.
Now, as you sat alone in your room with the silence of the night surrounding you, that future seemed to disappear right in front of you, leaving you wondering how something you had always believed was certain could suddenly feel like it had never been yours to begin with.
when the #2 hero falls for the #1 hero’s assistant.
incl ; pro hero!keigo takami x gn!reader, you’re endeavor’s assistant (sorry), all smau, fluff
a/n: imagine the look on my face when i was in the middle of writing the parts where the relationship is already established and then i realized i forgot to change his contact name… texting your boyfriend with no special contact name or picture or anything…
izuku loves that you’re a crybaby, brought to tears over everything and anything. it gives him excuses to curl you up in his arms and hold you a tight while peppering kisses across your hairline.
he loves that you turn to him when you need something to ground you. holding onto his hands, playing in his curls, burying yourself in his neck and letting your hot tears trickle onto his skin.
if it gets particularly bad and you just need him so so close you beg for him to cockwarm, just needing the feeling of him stretching and filling you while you calm down. he’s happy to keep you perched on his cock, brushing your hair back and cooing to you so softly.
sometimes if he’s grading papers and he can’t have you in his lap, he lets you nestle between his thighs and suck on his cock. you’re so soft and sweet with it, humming at the heavy feeling on your tongue and his sweet but salty taste that spreads throughout your mouth.
after you always cry because you’re so thankful for him and you hiccup and sniffle, telling him how much you love him and how he’s your hero.
content izuku x reader, afab!reader, established relationship, p in v, consensual filming!!!!, sex tape, dirty talk, you egg him on really, possessive izu, rough sex. word count: 1.1k
this idea was spurred on thanks to love & money by luvcat!! this is absolutely not proofread so please ignore any mistakes teehee
thank u everyone for all the love on my previous izuku fic!! izu lovers unite!!! and reminder my asks are open if u ever want to share your thoughts/request something (> 𐃷 <)
the first time you suggest it, izuku nearly chokes on his water. in his defense, it does come pretty out of nowhere, with the two of you relaxing in the privacy of your apartment after a stressful day.
at least in the beginning stages of your relationship, izuku is very careful when it comes to you. not just in the sense of protecting you, though that is a large factor, but mostly in the duty he feels to ensure none of his messes include you. it's not like you're a secret—dating the number 4 hero and not being at least a rumor would be an impossible feat. but izuku is private, and anytime someone has even tried to ask for details about who this “mysterious person” he's often found with is, he shuts it down in his typical polite speech.
he's seen enough horrors to want to keep his personal and professional life as separated as possible, with the added benefit that it keeps you safe.
so imagine his surprise when you tell him you should film a sex tape.
"absolutely not,” is his immediate response after he composes himself, voice hoarse. he's already thinking of the absolute worst-case scenarios, anxiety clinging at his throat for events that haven't even happened. what if someone hacked his phone? or if he fell asleep and his fingers somehow managed to post the video, and then you, vulnerable and his, would be revealed to the world in your most intimate state?
he shuts the door to it so quickly you're left feeling guilty for even suggesting it. a mumbled comment and a kiss to your temple let you know he's not upset, just… a little freaked out.
which is why you try again not even a few days later. your lazy bout of morning cuddles gets a bit more heated (like usual), izuku pressed behind you with his hand down your panties. he's groaning pretty nonsense against your neck, distracted in keeping you as close as possible.
not distracted enough, however, since the second your hand reaches out for his phone in the nightstand, he's gripping your wrist hard enough to hurt. "i said no, pretty,” he says against your neck, and the disappointed tick in his voice is enough for you to give up.
and the idea is forgotten for the next few months, and with a partner as attentive and yielding as izuku, it's easy to let the conversation drop.
when it's brought up much later, it's not at all planned.
it's late at night, the moon the only source of light in your room, and izuku has your thighs in his hands, keeping them separated. he's as sweet as always, groaning low and deep as he fucks into your pussy, eyes locked to where you're connected.
"you're gorgeous,” he's grunting, barely sparing you a glance. maybe subconsciously, he's licking his lips, pupils blown out as he watches how he disappears inside you, thumb rubbing eager circles against your clit.
the look on his face is enough to have your hips canting, trying to match his movements, chasing after him any time he pulls out. "yeah?" you're muttering, much more confident than the whine in your voice suggests.
izuku can only nod dumbly in response, his head lolling forward when you squeeze purposefully. it has his hips snapping once, just a little harsher than intended, and he's smoothing down your thigh as an apology. his eyes never leave your pussy, though, and enamored is the only word you can use to describe it.
"you should just take a picture if you're gonna keep staring.”
you mainly say it as a joke, calling him out for his shamelessness. it's a throwaway comment, meant to tease, and yet it has izuku shuddering, his thrusts jerking and losing their rhythm, a quiet "fuck" slipping past him.
and oh, isn't that a reaction you weren't expecting.
you can tell from the way his eyes flicker to yours that he knows he's given you an entry, and you're taking it before he can say much else, momentarily happy to forget how good he feels inside you. "would you want that?" you start, sitting up slightly on your elbows, "you can look at it whenever you miss me."
izuku, quite wisely, stays silent, not feeding into what he knows is something you want. but if there's one thing you both have in common, it's your stubbornness. "or would you rather film it?"
the sound of his inhale is loaded, frustrated in a way he tells you he's struggling to keep it together. you're grinding up against him, your hands snaking up his stomach to his chest. "it's better that way, isn't it? a picture couldn't capture how good you're making me feel."
his tongue pokes against his cheek, jaw clenched tightly as his gaze lowers. guilty. his breathing has grown deeper, and you can feel his chest expand beneath your fingers. why you're so insistent, even you don't know. but you'll never pass on an opportunity to make him lose it.
"i can even moan real pretty for the camera," you offer innocently, trying to meet his eyes as he turns away from you. with a giggle, you throw an exaggerated whine of his name into the air.
he doesn't even give you a second before he's pulling out, your confidence depleting as he turns you around, one arm pressing your hips to the bed as the other reaches for his phone. "is that what you want?" he hisses, his voice shaking under what is probably his distaste for giving in.
it doesn't feel much like a win when he's pushing past your folds roughly, ignoring your startled yelp as he immediately sets a harsher pace. the next whine of his name is real, high-pitched, and needy as he starts rutting into you.
through the growing haze of your brain, you can still make out the quiet ding as he starts recording. his arm moves to press his fingers into your lower back, keeping you in place. he groans again at the way your walls tremble violently around him, trying to suck him deeper as if it were possible.
"that's it," he's panting, his eyes moving away from your figure to watch you from the screen of his phone, angling in such a way that only your back is visible, his hand splayed out on your skin. the soft staccato of your moans mixes deliciously with the smack of his hips against yours.
"show the camera how pretty you are," he mumbles, moving his phone closer to show the way you're stretched around his cock. a flare of protectiveness rushes through his chest when you moan louder, as if eager to show off how good he's fucking you.
the video will sit in his phone, never to be seen by eyes that aren't his.
I wanna trace Izuku’s freckles, both the ones in his cheeks and shoulders/back to pretend they’re like stars 🫶🏻
-🍀
ME TOO GIRL ME TOO
like he probably had all these cute little moles. And you trace them after a hard day at work, watching his face as he whimpers softly.
It doesn't take long before you realize spots like this make Izuku nothing more than a puddle of mush. Being the best you are, he keep teasing him.
As you keep scratching his back with your pastel acrylics, Izuku can't do anything but arch his back all prettily for you.
I mean seriously?! He knew the hero of Japan with all his scars and muscles to account for his battles could be reduced to this from just scratching around his freckles?
"p-please baby...just...a little lower-" you followed his command, gently tracing lower onto his constellation of chocolate brown stars on the large plane if his back. The moan he let out was musical and ethereal.
You smirked to yourself, "you like that? Wow...i didn't know some scratches had this much effect on you." He nodded into the pillow gripping it under his large biceps as he laid faced down on your bed.
"can you...scratch harder? Like...leave marks? Please- I-I'll be so good" he whined out. And what monster would deny that face? His red face and desperate eyes. His white button up all wrinkled as the sleeves were folded up his beefy forearms; his green tie was long forgotten on the edge of the bed...well...that was until you saw it and had an amazing idea.
"arms up baby... you said you'd be good for me yeah?" You smirked with a sly tilt to your neck
