Ran wouldn’t be phased if you have a high body count. He’d just smile a little too sweetly and say, “So you have some experience? That’s great, Baby.” Little does he know that every man you slept with has not made you cum.
You had to get off on your own. Imagine his surprise when he makes you cum within five pumps of his fingers, and because it’s your first time cumming by someone else, the sensations are a bit more extreme. Your sensitivity is heightened.
He just stares at you wide-eyed while you’re shaking beneath him, pussy fluttering around three fingers. That look of shock quickly turns into something cocky and arrogant, and pleased. And you feel like you’re in for it now.
He hums, “Thought you’ve fucked before?” And when you had to embarrassingly tell him that none of them made you cum, well, that sets something off in him.
He smiles a little sharper and purrs, “Is that so? So what, I’m like the first guy to make you cum?” And he jabs his fingers into your sweet spot again, and your eyes roll a bit as he nearly groans, “That’s hot. The first-timers always cum so hard.” And you cum a second time within minutes. Not like you could’ve avoided it with the way Ran so precisely fingered you.
But he doesn’t stop there because he’s aligning the head of his cock with your slit. “You’ll look so pretty creamin’ on my cock.”
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— MITSUYA, RINDOU, RAN & HANMA + fluff, just really soft ‘n sweet , and kinda best friends to lovers. likes and reblogs are appreciated!
MITSUYA
your best friend really does believe that you’re an angel with the way your starry eyes resemble the twinkling stars in the universe. the stretch of your lips into a perfect smile as you lean on the balcony railing has him blushing. and maybe he doesn’t realize it when his warm fingers come to caress your cheeks lovingly. “‘suya,” you gasp softly, finding yourself lost in that lilac gaze of his. “your cheeks are warm,” he says, almost whispering.
the uneven beating of your heart is what makes you nervous as your eyelashes flutter against your cheekbones. you know you’re not just friends, friends don’t look at each other like you do. and the way you feel safe in your best friend’s arms confirms it. “i love you,” he says, and looks at you as if all the breath has been knocked out of him. he’s so pretty like this, with nothing but the bright shine of the moonlight accentuating his face, and for a moment, you wish to stop the time, just to feel the butterflies again.
“say that again,” your words are soft and the smile on his face is wide, because he’ll whisper it as many times as it takes if it’s going to make you look at him like you are right now, with so much love and yearning. “i love you so, so much.” you’re not sure what it is about him that makes your heart flutter like it is now. as his lips fall on yours, it is as light as a cherry blossom petal, and just as precious as the stars above.
“how about we spend the rest of the night here? just the two of us?” he asks, eyes too hopeful. you giggle, finding this side of him too adorable. “i’d love that.”
RINDOU
the city was far away, and the gentle breeze of the wind that caressed the ground was all there to be seen in this little mountain that your best friend took you to. fireflies fly around you and everything feels so nice. “imagine if it could always be like this, even in the city,” you say, sitting down on the green grass beside rindou. the stars are mesmerizing, shining with no care in the world.
he hums, catching a glimpse of your pretty smile. “wait— is that a— oh, it’s just an airplane,” you pout. you’re excited and filled in bliss and it tugs all the strings in his heart. “you’re fuckin’ cute, you know that?” he chuckles as his fingers tucked a few hair strands behind your ear. and the momentary touch of his warm fingertips against your cold ear, felt so thrilling that you gasp. your cheeks are warm but so are his, and rindou wonders if this is the right time to confess the swelling love he carries for you in his heart.
“i’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now,” he starts, his hands holding yours as his thumb draws gentle circles on your wrist. “i’m in love with you, have been for a while now.” it’s everything you’ve ever wanted, so you grin wide, leaning in to the kiss you’ve been waiting all night. “i love you too, rin.” the stars are beautiful, but both your eyes are on each other. love spills from your smiles, so much that even stars are envious of you two.
RAN
“isn’t it cold?” ran asks, draping his coat over your shoulders. “it’s alright,” you smile before turning to face the night sky. the rain had stopped a few hours ago, the smell of the damp soil still lingers in the air and the sky is much more clear with twinkling stars. he hums, his hair swaying in the cold wind and his gaze lingers on your face for a while.
maybe the whole reason he invited you to stargaze with him was because he loves you so much that he’s willing to do anything to spend some time with you. “aren’t they beautiful?” you ask, gazing at the stars that glitter the night sky. “yeah, they are,” he sighs, but as ran looks over to you, he swears that the stars in your eyes are much more pretty and there’s nothing he wants to do than stare at you forever.
it’s cute, he thinks. a sky full of stars and yet, he’s staring at you. “do you know what’s much more beautiful?” he starts with a smile. as you turn to face him, your heart skips a few beats, too enchanted by the gentle features on his face. “what?” you gasp softly as he takes your hand in his. his touch feels electric and you unconsciously lean closer to his warmth. “you. you’re beautiful, angel.”
if you were in love with him before, you have no escape now. especially with how you’re leaning to close the gap between your bodies, just to press your lips against his. it’s so sweet as his large calloused hand comes to cup your face. “gosh, i love you so much,” he gasps, heart swelling in love as he finally lets you know how much he’s been yearning for you.
HANMA
“is this why you brought me here?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at your best friend who also happens to be your crush. hanma just chuckles, leaning back on his bike. “this is the perfect place to stargaze, baby.” he is such a tease and a smirk stretches his lips as warmth rushes to your cheeks. the night is quiet, so beautiful and the ocean of stars look mesmerising but even then, your thoughts occupy the devilishly hot hanma shuji.
he feels your gaze and maybe that’s why his slender fingers come to hold your waist so gently, giving you a light squeeze, just to make you look up at him. “something on your mind, angel?” he asks and you’re lost in those golden eyes of his. “i love you, shuji,” you say, your hands gripping his leather jacket. “yeah?” his hands still rest against your waist, now slowly pulling you closer to him. he wears a playful smirk but you know that look in his golden pupils all too well, he’s infatuated and foolishly in love with you.
“how much, princess?” he presses his forehead against yours and you wish to savour this moment forever. “i love you like how the stars love the moon,” you say, giggling as a soft smile spreads on his thin lips. it’s just a stupid lover’s conversation, your words don’t particularly make much sense but it tugs the sweet strings in hanma’s heart, and at that moment, he really do believe that you’re the one he’ll do anything for.
“you make me believe that love really does exist,” he whispers before taking your lips in his. even if he’s broken, living for nothing but the adrenaline rush, nothing but for what’s fun, he holds you close, so close to his heart and hopes to keep your love with him forever. and for you, he lets himself fall in love — in love with you.
✰ content warnings — 1.7 k wc, nsfw (mdni!), established relationship, ran is very teasing, fingering, cunnilingus, one (1) clit kiss, mention of creampie
if you were in your old apartment, one of your neighbors would have been banging on your door with a noise complaint by now. it's one of the many perks of living with bonten's haitani ran; his penthouse allows you to live without the concern of angry neighbors berating you for attempting to find joy in your daily tasks. you would make a list of all the other benefits if you weren't too busy sliding around the kitchen in your socks and using the spatula as a makeshift microphone.
the bluetooth speaker sitting on the edge of the counter farthest from the food you're cooking blares a song from the random playlist you had put on some time ago when to began to prepare dinner. as much as you love your new home, you have to admit; the silence that blankets the apartment while ran is away can be suffocating. you'd much rather have him home with you but your musical performances could tide you over until he finished things up at work.
a lyric you can never resist singing approaches, gluing your feet to the spot in front of the stove as you ready to belt it out. you're in the middle of hitting a note when a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you back so that you're flush with his chest. you don't have to turn your head to tell it's ran. "you, my dear, have the voice of an angel."
"someone's out for brownie points," you joke through a giggle. even though you haven't faced any complaints regarding your loud music, maybe you should consider lowering the volume just a bit. you didn't hear the automated ring of the lock signaling ran's arrival. hell, you couldn't even hear him coming towards you.
"me? never." he shakes his head but a knowing smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. his chin comes to rest on your shoulder and you can see the two tones of his short, styled hair. it was neatly gelled this morning but now, a few strands strayed from the coiffed majority. he must have been running his hands through it all day. a deep, thoughtful hum vibrates the junction between your neck and shoulder, effectively gaining your attention. "what's with all the clothes under this apron?"
you snort. what he's getting at is clear but you feel to need to kid with him first. "that's kind of the point of an apron—to protect the clothes you're wearing beneath it."
"i suppose," he sighs, the breath of air wafting past your ear and sending a chill down your spine. "although, i do think you'd look a lot better without these." he tugs on the hem of your cropped top and waistband of your thin lounge shorts. they slap against your skin with a resounding snap, pulling a surprised squeak up from your throat.
you'd be lying if you said ran's ministrations and sugared words didn't turn you on, but he could wait until after dinner was ready if his plan was to get you all hot and bothered. "you're so shameless."
"don't worry, though," he continues, ignoring your statement. you feel the neat bow tied behind your back significantly loosen. the strings of your apron brush against the bare skin of your legs as heavy hands find a home on your hips to spin you around. ran smiles and the corners of his violet eyes crinkle. "we can fix that easily."
he pulls the apron over your head, discarding it on the island behind him. in one fluid movement, his hands grip your thighs to lift you onto the counter. the surface is cool beneath your skin and you hold back gasp at the contact. your parted lips give him the perfect opportunity to lean forward and capture them in a kiss. it's a hungry clash of teeth and mingling of tongues that sends heat directly down to your core. even when ran pulls away, a string of saliva keeps the two of you connected. "mm, i've been thinking about kissing those pretty lips all day."
you grin at the thought of being on his mind when you're apart from each other. a sense of pride swells in your heart knowing that you mean so much to him. you’re not able to appreciate it for long before his mouth is on yours again. wandering hands make their way up to grope at your breasts. nimble fingers sneak their way under the hem of your top, pinching and tugging at your hardened peaks. the rough sensation draws a whimper up from your throat. ran's chuckle rumbles against your lips.
"alright, alright, i'll stop teasing." his voice is breathy as he pulls away from you. heavy hands fall from your tits but he makes no move to pull your shirt back into place—he'd rather leave them out on display. instead, his hands bunch up the smooth fabric of your shorts. ran's thumb taps at your thigh. "lift your hips up for me, yeah?"
you follow his command, steadying yourself on the counter before raising your pelvis. he smiles at your quick obedience, dragging both your satin shorts and panties down the length of your legs and casting them away to a pile on the floor. he, too, lowers to the floor, propping himself up on his knees.
from this position, he's got the perfect view of your pussy. he licks his lips and whispers, “gorgeous.” his lips curl up in a smirk, eyes still trained on your cunt. “and so wet. you must have been thinking about me, too, huh?”
you nod, exhaling a heavy breath as deft fingers run up and down the slit of your puffy folds. his movements are deliberate, slow and calculated. it's only when he's ready that you feel one finger prodding at your entrance, ever so slowly sinking deeper and deeper into you until you can feel the cold metal of his ring against your heat. he doesn't give you time to adjust to the chill before he's dragging his finger out of your gummy walls just as leisurely as it entered. the lazy pumping continues and you're sure he's enjoying himself; if the smile tugging at his lips is any evidence. you, however, are frustrated. you try your best not to squirm as you speak. "more."
"hm? more what?" he finally looks up to meet your eyes. there's a teasing sparkle in his lilac irises, one that urges you to elaborate. and you know you should, otherwise, you'll never get what you want.
"another finger," you whine. "'n faster, please."
he huffs out a laugh through his nose. "as you wish."
ran's a man of his word, plunging another lithe finger into the warmth of your cunt. you suck in a shaky gasp at the uncharacteristically fast intrusion—although, it satisfies you, fills you up like you had hoped it would. and, just as he promised, ran picks up the pace. the relaxed speed becomes one that's more erratic, desperate even. with the curl of his fingers, he reaches the spot he was just short of hitting earlier, the one he knows works you up.
"f-fuck!" you choke out. your exclamation brings a grin to ran's face. you never fail to give him the exact reaction he's looking for. but—and he's not afraid to admit this—he's greedy. he wants, no, needs more. he's sure you're willing to give and he's more than happy to take.
still knuckles-deep in your cunt, ran dips his head down to leave a soft kiss on the bud of nerves settled at your apex. you twitch beneath his lips and the man takes it as a sign to continue. his tongue pokes out, wet and pointed, to circle the sensitive pearl. your thighs tense tighter and tighter with each swirl and the knot in your tummy grows taut, threatening to snap at any moment.
ran easily takes notice of your impending orgasm. one final push is all it will take to send you over the edge and he knows exactly what will do the trick. you've done so well for him, of course he'll reward you for being good. he bites back a laugh before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit to suck at it—once, twice, thrice, until your back is arching and your eyes are rolling into your skull.
a wave of pure bliss washes over you but your cries of pleasure are overpowered by the jolting blare of the fire alarm. you don't have a single second to wind down from your orgasm before ran pulls away from you, drags his fingers out of you, to deal with the situation on the stove. you're left a shaking, sweaty mess perched atop the granite counters.
with his clean hand, ran easily turns off the burner and removes the pan of ruined food from the heat. the fingers covered in your essence make their way up to his mouth while he examines what was meant to be tonight's meal. you watch as he casually cleans the indication of your arousal off of his hand. "well," he pulls his fingers out with a exaggerated pop, "that's beyond help."
his show sends yet another wave of excitement straight to your core. the bulge pressing against the front of his tailored pants is no help either, creating an outline that's practically screaming 'look at me!'. all you can think about is ran between your legs, his cock buried in you, and the warmth of his release painting your walls. you tilt your head back and let out a breathy sigh. "shit."
"no need to fret," ran assures you with a knowing smile. "i'm sure that restaurant you like can fit me in for a last-minute reservation."
the veiled innuendo is cause for a pout. you and him both know that dinner is the last thing on your mind.
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💌; synopsis - your boyfriend finds you wearing a piece of old high school memorabilia, his number nine kurasuno jersey, and it drives him absolutely insane.
↳ length: 2.07K
↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader, characters aged up to 20s, post-time skip!au, unprotected sex, clothed sex, pussy jobs, soft/mean!kageyama, praise!kink, reader is wearing kageyama’s clothes.
↳ notes: a very self indulgent piece because i finished hq s4 and cant stop thinking about kageyama ?? it’s giving obsessed with him i think <3! not beta’d ! enjoy my loves hehe - m.list ♡
“are you gonna tell me where you found it? or do i have to fuck it out of you, baby?” kageyama’s voice is tender as he asks, speaking to you like you’re a timid creature or somewhat of a street cat that might scurry away from him at any given moment. but the way he treats you is mean, his hands that are both large enough to cover the globes of your ass grip at your soft flesh— easily pull you back and forth, back and forth on his cock while you’re seated in his lap, your dainty fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves on his cold kurasuno jersey, gripping into his shoulder blades to somewhat ground yourself. “‘m talkin’ to you sweetheart,”
you know that he is, god, you know.
but words are hard to come by when you’re seated on your boyfriend’s cock, letting him bounce you up and down mercilessly until you can practically feel him in your throat. you know kageyama’s talking to you, his pretty girl, angel dressed in nostalgic shades of burnt orange and obsidian black— he loves how you can’t respond, blubbering and babbling incoherent sentences while you hide your swollen lips under the collar of his sweatshirt and drip so sweetly down his shaft from your heavenly little hole.
“uh—oh, mhm…mhm!” is all you can manage, swallowed by fabric that smells like your olympic athlete boyfriend, drowning in the strong waves of lust as he pounds up into your pretty puffy pussy until there are tears in your eyes.
tobio let’s a hand leave your ass to tap at your baby fat cheeks, his dark blue eyes lit up with hunger as he mocks your pout. “words please baby, i know you know them.” it’s almost a joke to him, how weak and needy you get as soon as his milky top pushes past your selfish entrance, and brushes up against your velvety inner walls. he reads it in your eyes, how much you crave him and feels it in your cunt when you spasm and clench down on him, your juices rolling down his lengthy shaft and coating his balls.
he taps your cheek again, and you whimper like a lost little lamb— the traces of a smile spreading across kageyama’s lips. “f-found it in the, fuck, the back of the closet… h’i missed you.” you cry out, gently circling your hips down on your boyfriend’s, droplets in the form of angel tears clumping in your lashes. kageyama’s smile widens, the hand in your cheek wrapping around the back of your neck, tilting your head up to kiss him.
you let the fabric of the kurasuno jersey fall down to your chin, head angled perfectly to meet his lips and let your tongue slide wetly over the seam— begging your boyfriend to let you in. and he does, he lets you take charge of the searing and sloppy, spit slicked kiss. he lets you lick into his mouth and squeak against his tongue while he dominates the rest of your body buried beneath his old clothes. tobio feels you lean into him, free falling into his love and his desire while his hands slip under the sweatshirt to draw circles into your tummy, tease you by thumbing just under the swell of your breasts where they meet your rib cage before tweaking your nipples with tender love and care.
his cock aches inside you, just knowing that all your beauty, your curves, your pebbled nipples and the marks you have are hidden— no, protected from the hungry gaze of others by his old uniform. it drives kageyama insane, activates animalistic instincts in the back of his brain as he forces his cock as deep as it can go, rubbing his tip against your gummy walls and marking your insides with opaque wads of his messy precum until you’re squelching every time he ploughs into you.
you probably have no idea how fucking good you look right now, like a five course meal served up to the volleyball player on a silver platter. his baby, tobio kageyama’s innocent little baby had no idea of what she was getting herself into when you put on that number 9 kurasuno jersey. no idea that you would be fucked within an inch of your life, perfect pussy stretched over his painfully hot dick— his forked veins brushing up against pleasure spits only kageyama could reach. “h’baby, you could have just, fuck…” the athlete curses, having been pounding into you so hard that his cock slips out of your eager hole, sliding right up against your clit which shines, soaked underneath the you yellow lighting in your bedroom. kageyama shivers when your tiny hand, peeking out from sweater paws to jerk him off. you thumb at his blistering red and seedy tip, you even drool over it too— right before guiding him back inside of your fluttering fat pussy. “there we go…you shoulda called me,”
“y-you were at practice! oh fuck—tobi!” you whine, bristling with desire when kageyama wastes no time fucking your cunt into the shape of him. the bed creeks under the weight of his thrusts up into you, balls slapping heavy against your ass only serving to fill the room with their sensual song. you feel like you might cry, that’s how deep in your guts kageyama is, ruining your body for anyone else, claiming you as the mixture of your arousals froths and gathers at the swelling base of his shaft. whatever your precious cunt drools, quickly gets fucked back into your gushing insides and painted against your spongey g-spot the more your boyfriend throws his hips up to fuck you.
tobio grabs at your hips, holding you up so the only thing you can hump is his mushroomed cockhead, bright red and burning for you. he just wants to see, even though you whine for him put it back in, he just wants to see how raw and swollen your folds are from underneath his clothes— wants to know how much he turns you on. “you think i wouldn’t have left practice to come make my baby feel good?” he asks, pressing his face into your neck and tilting his head up to lick the tears that stream down your face. “volleyball ain’t got shit on this fuckin’ pussy,” he breathes against your skin,
filling you up all over again with one sharp thrust until he’s buried into you right up to the hilt.
and it’s true, not even the satisfaction of smacking a ball straight into the opposite court, not even lining up the perfect set or the smell of rubber sneakers burning against the floor during a tournament could compare to the sweet bliss of your warm, tight cunt wrapped around kageyama’s dick. you’re his favourite thing dressed in the jersey of his first love, humping away at his lap like a bitch in heat.
and kageyama thinks would be the best place in the world to die if it were to happen right now.
“‘m close tobi, i’m gonna cum,” you heave into his ear like it’s a promise, arms looped around his neck where the softness of his jersey rubs against his sweaty skin. “fuck you’re gonna make me cum, o-oh. oh!” your head tilts back when his fingers meet your puffy clit, writing his signature against it while you drool from your mouth and your slit. “tobio.” there’s a warning lilt to the edge of your tone, telling your boyfriend that you can’t hold back and there’s a new feverishness to the way you roll your hips back down to meet his.
so he pushes you onto your back, covering you with his slender body, his lips on yours while your ankles lock at his waist. the angle of kageyama’s hips shift, bullying his tip against your g-spot over and over, smearing precum along your velvety walls and bullying his way into you until you can see stars. he knows the way he fucks you is just right, he can tell by the way your lips form a gentle ‘o’ and the way your nails ( that he paid for ) dig into his toned shoulders and form crescent moons.
“oh right there?” kageyama coos, lips messily finding yours while he pins your waist down to the sex soaked sheets bellow. your face changes, shining with sweat but so blissed out it makes your boyfriend’s hips stutter, losing the rough tempo they set. “ah, here…that feel good baby? yeah? oh fuck i know it’s good.” his words are breathy and shoot straight to your core, making your hole flutter around him— sucking his pulsing cock in selfishly. with his free hand, tobio roughly pushes up his kurasuno jersey that pools over your body right up to your tits— stormy blue eyes laser focused on the way they bounce under the weight of his thrusts.
kageyama is way taller than he was back in high school, but the length of the fabric still has you swimming in it— the volleyball player bunches it up, smiling down at you and uses the material to tug you back onto his dick, barely letting you off it as your clit grinds up against his washboard abs. “oh baby don’t cry, you’ll get to cum. i know you wanna fucking cum. can you do that?” he asks you, and again your words escape you as you’re left a teary eyed mess underneath the dark haired man. “yeahh, yeah you can. there you go.”
“tobi—!” you gasp, orgasm tearing though you as he pressed his entire weight onto you, fucking you hard and fast right through your high. you can’t help it, cunt squeezing down on him hard— juices splashing against kageyama’s stomach, making him almost grateful that he pushed his sweat shirt up to expose your pretty chest. “holy shit— tobio, i can’t, god—i can’t!,” pushing at his shoulders, your heave and hiccup as he picks up the pace and rams into your creamy sex again and again and again, forcing another orgasm out of you.
you fucking squirt, a clear stream pouring from your abused little cunt— eyes rolling back into your skull as a silent scream rattles around in your throat. your hands dart up to grab at midnight black hair, tugging tobio closer, close enough for him to feel you tremble as you cream hard around his dick, practically forcing him out of your hole.
“shit, baby…fuuck there you go, that’s it,” kageyama sighs against your wet lips, one arm outstretched over your head to grip the head board— the other between your bodies so he can tap his sensitive cockhead against your glistening and gushing pussy, running it up and down through the length of your slit. “mmhm, fuck you did so good, my good girl.” he stutters, lashes fluttering against your shoulder as he listens to the sticky sounds your puffy folds make while he glides through them. he kisses the tears that sit on the apples of your cheeks, using your shaky body to get himself off until he finds himself cumming against your cute little clit. a layer of thick white coats your hot mound and as he takes hold of his dick, tobio pushes the mix of your arousals back into you, shallowly fucking your hole as you twitch with the after shocks of your orgasm before he eventually settles inside you so you cockwarm him.
kageyama rolls off of you, pulling your leg high over his hip while you snuggle into him. “‘m sticky,” you complain, forming tiny fists against his chest. through the sleeves of your boyfriend’s kurasuno jersey.
“you’re sticky ‘n so pretty baby,” kageyama’s cheeks are pink tinted from exertion, a soft smile on his lips while feeling you up from under the kurasuno colours. “want you to wear this more often…you look really good in it.”
twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers. “i’ll wear whatever it takes to get you to fuck me like that again, tobi.” you purr into the shell of his ear, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “you’ll want to get spares of your japan team uniform as well.”
“oh yeah?” tobio hums, eyes on yours, cock twitching softly inside of you. “how come?”
“‘cause when you bring home a medal f’me, i can’t guarantee i won’t make a mess on you.”
— .fluff, comfort fic, gn!reader, just showering mikey in love when he's not feeling his best because that's what he deserves :( reblogs are appreciated <3
the night is bright with brimming city lights, pretty smiles and laughter reaching mikey’s pale cold ears through the open car window. the wind is harsh on his skin, and it’s just one of those nights where manjiro feels his heart clench, eyes dimmed with thoughts occupying his mind. sanzu is in the driver’s seat, his eyes following his boss’s frail movements. but he remains quiet till he drops manjiro off at his house.
he thinks he has sinned, sins too disturbing to ask for forgiveness. and yet he still wonders why you always wait for him in that white leather couch, with a book in your hand — just like always.
a delicate smile from you was all that took to touch his heart. “you’re back.” you’re excited, filled with glee as you let him sink his tired body right next to you. he doesn’t talk, he can’t, not without breaking down in front of you.
but you know that look in his dark eyes, it yearns for your touch, for the warmth that’s spilling from your heart. “baby,” his throat is hoarse, chest heavy and he thinks of what has happened in his life, everything that’s made him the person he’s become. “i’ve hurt so many lives. i’m a terrible person.”
and it breaks your heart to see him like this. manjiro yet again wonders why your touch feels so soft against his face, such gentleness that he’s never got to experience in his life.
“don’t say that,” you say, eyebrows furrowed as your gaze falls on the crystalline tears that fall from his eyes. “you’re not. terrible people aren’t capable of loving someone like you do, manjiro,” you soothe, whispering the words as you let him sink his head on your shoulders. your voice is so soft, and his hands grip the oversized shirt that you’re wearing.
even though he won’t say it out loud, he feels safe in your presence, he feels belonged — something he hasn’t felt in a long time. “why do you stay?” he asks, voice low as his lips quiver on your shoulders. his tears wet your skin but you hold him close, your fingers weaving through his white bleached hair so tenderly.
“i want to, because i love you,” you say. it’s not much, but it hits a certain string in his heart and he wonders how an angel like you is able to love a broken puzzle like him.
“when i fell in love with you, i fell in love with every part of you. even the parts that make you think you’re hard to love,” you reassure him, words dripping like honey on his ears. he looks up to meet your gaze, and in them, he finds nothing but sweet love and care.
your eyes are just as wet as his, and there’s something so beautiful in comforting your lover, someone whom you can trust with all your heart. “oh angel,” he gasps, cupping your face to smear a kiss on your lips. you’ve always thought of manjiro like a moon, it shines in the glory of the stars, but there’s always a part that’s hidden by darkness.
it’s night like these that you’re able to touch the hidden parts of manjiro sano. “i love you,” he says and there’s relief in his voice, his fingertips cold on your cheeks and you realize that you are what he craves in these rough nights.
love feels like an ocean wave when you’re with him. it washes over you and leaves you vulnerable, so vulnerable, only for manjiro to love you with all the adoration he has in his heart. as he sleeps in your arms with dried stains of tears on his cheekbones, he lets himself feel your warmth.
and once again, he realizes that love is beautiful, especially when it’s from you.
an — filler post bc I’m still working on some stuff and am having a brainrot
tattoo artist!hanma who’s so flirty and touchier than your average artist. If he’s tattooing your stomach, he’d for sure position himself towards your pelvis, speaking while having his palm pressed down against it as familiar tingles formed towards the area, “you doing good?” he’d occasionally ask, looking back up at you through his glasses he wore to perfect his lines and shadowing. “y-yeah..” you’d speak through winces of pain and nervousness. “mm we can always take a break, sweetheart.” he’d sit upward, lifting the needle from your skin, still resting his hand on top of your pelvis, watching your expressions carefully. “that’d be nice..” the relief you’d feel would be unimaginable as he smiled, pushing his glasses back up, “such a good girl while getting work done on you heh.”
tattoo artist!hanma who flirts his way into having you pick him to do your detailed stuff. ‘oh c’mon those guys have no personality.’ he’d point towards his coworkers while rolling his eyes. he’d want you for the kinda stuff that’d have him sitting with you for at least twelve hours, making small talk, getting to know each other, taking those long cigarette breaks together that were just full of conversations with heavy sexual undertones. he’d definitely be the type to talk you into coming again or going out with him a week after to see your ‘healing process’ which was just another sorry excuse to get in your pants. he’d shoot smirks and snarky remarks toward the other men who worked there that walked by his room often, asking how the work was going. but of course he’d shoo them away— he never wanted anybody seeing his favorite client in pain, that was for his eyes only after all
Synopsis: Falling in love can sneak up on anyone, even the hard hearted Bakugou Katsuki
Warnings : manga spoilers but not sad
AN & WC : Might stay a one shot, might be a series, it's in gods hands now, wc is I dunno cause I wrote this in drafts in fifteen mins.
He hadn't meant to fall in love with you, hell he didn't even know you existed at all until he ran into you face first on the hottest day of the year.
Or it was more like your face to his chest.
He growls, looking down at the cherry slush spilled all over himself and you, in a white blouse.
"Haha damn." It's a humorless laugh, the kind you make when it's really your last straw, "Like fuck. Lemme..."
You don't explain further, just pull him by his sleeve towards the bathrooms. It takes him a moment to realize you're yanking him into the Ladies restroom as he tries to protest with a growling stammer.
"Oi I-!" You cut him off before he can finish fussing at you.
"I mean do you want a sticky hero costume all day? You can't just wipe this shit off and worry about it later. Trust me." You grab paper towels from the dispenser as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Wetting them and adding a bit of soap before leaning against the counter and pulling the hulking figure closer, gently dabbing at the stain.
He looks down at you with a scowl, studying as his mind often does. Long lashes, the scrunch of your nose as you concentrate and lips tinted red from the fated cherry slush. He wonders if they will taste fruity and sweet.
The tips of his ears suddenly burn.
Bakugou is thankful the bathrooms are empty and the one woman who walks in and sees THE Dynamight scowling and towering over you promptly leaves.
"How long is this gonna take?" He hisses and you don't answer, too busy reaching for another paper towel to dab with. Noticeably neglecting your own shirt. Your eyes rove over him and for the first time in his life he feels nervous under someone else's gaze, he quickly looks away.
"Shit." You hiss spying the red staining the skin of his throat. Reaching up to dab, the cool paper towel is inches from his skin when a hot palm wraps around your wrist tightly.
Probably too tightly from how you snarl up at him before quickly softening once you meet his glare.
"Oh." You blink and it's as if you finally see who's standing in front of you. One vermillion eye glazed over in a milky haze, scars tracking from the apex of his cheek down his jaw littered in soft stubble and covering the entirety of his throat.
He thinks he sees pity in your eyes, like everyone else has for the past fifteen years of his life. He was sick of it, sick of people thinking poor Bakugou as if being blind in one eye and having a prosthetic really turned his life to shit.
But don't let that pride be confused with dismissal. It did hinder him and some days it slowed him to a snails pace forcing him to rest.
Although his number two spot would beg to differ.
Just as he's about to snarl out 'to save fuckin the pity party" your lips twitch.
"You probably don't like your throat touched a lot huh?" His grip on you loosens but he doesn't let go, "Bothers me too, like when a collar is too tight. Makes me fuckin gag."
Your laugh echoes around the bathroom but it didn't sound like that sad one before. No this one was full and loud. Vibrant in the way you erupted into it as if you hadn't just admitted a dark secret.
Admitted to vulnerability.
With your free hand you grab another damp paper towel and press it into the palm of cool metal. Bakugou looks down and swallows thickly. No one ever handed anything to his prosthetic despite that once being his dominate hand.
That sinking feeling churns in his gut, pulling rapid emotions into it. This is one of those times he wishes he hadn't had his glove on his soft hand. Wishes his other arm wasn't made of metal so that he could feel your skin. Feel what your delicate fingers felt like against the plane of his palm.
Gently he takes the paper towel and when you allow his metal fingers to brush yours he bites the inside of his cheek.
"But I do need this hand back." You giggle, waving around your arm in his grip, "'Nless you think you're an expert in cherry slushie removal."
"Tsk." He sucks his teeth, playfully shoving your arm back towards you, "Wouldn't need to be iffin ya paid attention in the first fuckin place."
You roll your eyes as you get back to work, thankful he changed his hero uniform to all black ages ago in case it did stain.
"We can't all be perfect like you, Dynamight."
He hadn't meant to fall in love.
"It's Katsuki." He corrects and your gaze flickers up to him as you rapidly blink.
"Your given name? You don't want me to try out Bakugou first?" He rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth, looks like you were stubborn too and then you let out a hum when he doesn't agree.
"Katsuki." You hold his gaze as you try out the sound, genuine smile flirting on your lips, "I like that."
But the way you said his name as if it were a sacred thing, something to be savored and treasured he couldn't help how hard and how fast he had fallen.
Summary: Your boyfriend is very drunk, doesn’t recognize you and tells you he has a girlfriend.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: this is literally just 1k of fluff. There is a tiny bit of angst about the upside down, but not really. A lot of mentions of Eddie being drunk
Author’s note: Canon divergence, it’s not really ST4 Vol. 2 compliant. Also, established relationship! :))
Disclaimer: GIF isn’t mine ;))
Eddie Munson, the notorious drug dealer of Hawkins High and more importantly your loving boyfriend, never drank very much. Sure, he’d have the occasional beer during Corroded Coffin band rehearsals or after their performances in the Hide Out, but he almost never got hammered. He much preferred the high of a – or several – joints, relishing in the fact that the hangovers weren’t nearly as bad.
Which is why you’re very surprised to see your leather clad boyfriend quite drunk during Steve’s party at Harrington Manor, as you liked to call it. It is the first time you’ve ever seen him like this.
hey so your husband bakugou does buzzfeeds thirst tweet interview and uncovers something hilarious from your old fan account. kinda crack? mostly fluff and a little suggestive !! hence MDNI 18+.
like say he’s on some promotional tour abroad, he’s bee invited to some fashion week or something and they decide to invite him on since fans have been hounding for katsuki do it it for years— so he finally agrees to do it.
it’s early morning when they film, the earliest they could get him in to shoot the video before whatever other promos he has to do on his schedule so katsuki is only half awake and dressed as comfortably as can be. his hair sticks to his forehead, grey hoodie pulled over his head and a coffee in one hand even though he hates the taste but he wants some fucking energy for hell his fans want him to endure.
“let’s get this fuckin’ thing over with shall we?” bakugou grunts as the camera starts rolling, taking a long exaggerated sip of his drink as if to mentally prepare. “the name’s katsuki bakugou ‘n i’m reading your thirst tweets. whores— do i get fuckin’ therapy after this?”
the tweets mostly start off tame, a few comments about how cute bakugou is when he laughs, how his admirers would give up their whole lives for him. the typical stuff in which the pro hero only responds with. “lame. where’s the good shit, i wanna see how nasty you lot can be.” he laughs, ruby eyes drifting over more of the screenshots production had lined him up with. “pro heroes don’t deserve to be sexualised but i want you all to know i’d let pro hero dynamight with a mullet tear my shit up.” he reads the next one with a smirk, pulling back his hood to toy with his growing blonde locks. “should i be growin’ my shit back?”
from here, things start to get progressively worse— bakugou putting the phone down from time to time so he can through his head back in deep laughter, mumbling things like ‘this is so fucked up!’ ‘nah, these guys are fuckin’ nasty.’ ‘can somebody get this on a t-shirt?’ and he’s absolutely having the time of his life filming and reading out his fans’ dirty tweets.
“i’d like to thank whatever god let me be alive at the same time as katsuki bakugou,” he repeats the next tweet out loud, spreading his thighs to sit back in his seat. “i’m your god. ya should be thankin’ me.” the next tweet makes his brows furrow. “i would plaster my bussy on the sidewalk for dynamight— what’s a bussy?”
a few more roll by and the video is almost over but katsuki bakugou damn near loses his mind at the grande finale. “‘if i ever get the chance, i’m gonna make sure that katsuki bakugou, pro hero, aged twenty three, gets the most toe curling, life threatening heart stopping head and then I’ll let him sit on my face with that fat ass of his until i can no longer breathe.” bakugou’s face turns bright red, a snort tearing though his throat as he reads the handle ‘bakugouscumdumpster01’ and then the name of the handler too. “holy fuckin’ shit…where did you guys find this? do you know who this is? this is my wife’s account.”
he would recognise your name anywhere, the way you type and text is still the same as it was five years ago before he met you and gave you the bakugou name. the tweets on the rest of your account are funny, lusting after other pro heroes but most are dedicated to your husband katsuki. the blonde knows the editors will have to cut all of this footage out later but he can’t help but scroll through your tweets and replies under his old tweets from earlier on in his hero career— mentions of how proud you are of him, how much you love him.
and five years later nothing has really changed. you still adore him all the same.
“‘m gonna call her, just you wait. this’ll make good fuckin’ television.” katsuki wonders how much of his cursing they’ll have to censor out when it comes down to editing as he taps your number, smiling when your face flashes up during the dial tone until you pick up.
“hi baby, aren’t you shooting right now?”
your voice fills his heart with joy, beating loud in his chest he’s afraid the cameras might pick up the sound. “i am baby, missed ya though.” there’s a smile on that heart, big and proud when you giggle through the phone and tell him you missed him too— asking him what he needs, if he’s okay, caring about him tenderly in your special way. he hates to ruin it— by reading out the most dirty, disgusting thing you’ve ever said. katsuki repeats your tweet word for word, listening to how you go silent the more he talks. “so does this coupon expire…or?”
you whine, and bakugou knows if you were you would be slapping his chest right now even though you both know he can’t feel it through his big tits (you’ve also tweeted this). “kats! t-that was before i met you!” you squeal, voice trembling with embarrassment— sending his heart into overdrive. you’re so sweet you could give him a toothache. “ohmygod, it’s gonna be in the video. i’m gonna scream, i’m gonna—“
“you sure you’ll be able to do that while yer givin’ me life threatenin’ head, baby?” dynamight rasps, angling the phone at the camera. they might have to cut this too, but he doesn’t care, still being able to fluster his wife is his favourite thing. “c’mon sweets, for the camera?”
you’re quiet for a moment, probably still sulking that your old thirsts for your husband are being uncovered for his amusement. “i’ll give you more than just life-threatening head, kats. just wait until you get home.” you purr through the speaker, voice dropping an octave and katsuki can practically see the way you would look up at him, through your lashes, lips between your teeth. god, he could die. “love you honey.”
and with that, you end the call— the tone ringing out through the set, leaving a flustered bakugou in your wake in front of bright lights and rolling cameras. “i think that’s a wrap?” one of the producers says, snapping dynamight from his thirsty, thirsty thoughts.
“uh…yeah, ‘m katsuki bakugou ‘n this has been reading your thirst tweets.” bakugou grunts bashfully, with a soft smirk on his face, only imagining what nasty acts you’re going to do when he’s done with promotions.
♱ — contents: ( sweet and soft pillow talk scenarios ) fluff, a dose of softness and sleepy lovesick talks, established relationship, also a little suggestive (?)
♱ — notes: my first post for jjk !! interactions are very much appreciated <3
GOJO SATORU
satoru is so gentle with you, holding your body so carefully against his chest as he lets you hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. it calms you down, grounding you as you press your ear on his skin, listening to the way each breath leaves his lips. "you're so warm," you voice, looking up from his arms to catch a glimpse of his sapphire eyes.
"yeah? are you cold, angel?" his voice is deep yet so calm. a soft smile lifts his face as his large hand comes to rub your thighs in a soothing motion. "a little." a sweet giggle escapes your lips as he pulls you closer, wrapping a blanket around your cold body. it's raining outside, and you're able to see the drizzling raindrops on the window of your room. even in this cold, you feel the warmth of his love filling your heart.
it feels so sweet to be loved by him, to feel him against you, and to be able to see his wide grin as you giggle with the chaste kisses he plants on your cheeks. "i wish to stay like this forever," he whispers against your lips and you almost gasp. it's rare to catch him being this honest but tonight, as he feels the softness of your skin against his, there's nothing he wants but to whisper sweet nothings to you.
his white hair tickles your skin as he leans closer. "i wanna kiss you so bad," his voice is soft and you notice the way his eyes move from your eyes to your lips and you give in, letting him sink his soft lips on yours.
he's addictive and so is his love, and that's why your starry eyes gaze at him with so much feelings as he keeps telling you how much he loves you. "i love you too, 'toru." it's just three words but it means the whole world to him, especially when it's from you.
ITADORI YUUJI
it's quiet, but when you're with yuuji, even the silence and the dark depths of your room feels comforting. he's not asleep yet, he holds so close. yuuji's sturdy arms are wrapped carefully around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as his warm breath fans against your cheeks.
"yuuji," your voice comes a little more softer than you expected it to and your boyfriend hums behind you, his voice reverberating from his chest. "your hands are really big, it's cute," you sigh, placing your hand atop his that rested around your stomach.
"yeah?" he giggles, finding you so adorable. but as you turn around to face him, you find the softest smile on his face. "you know," he starts, his thumb caressing your cheek, "you have really beautiful eyes, and every time i look at them, i feel like i'm falling in love all over again."
his words leave you agape, your heart skipping each beat as your eyes fill with love again. "they're not special," you giggle, nuzzling in the warmth of the thick blanket that's draped over your figures. "they are pretty and if i manage to make you flustered enough, i can see myself in them," his chuckle comes a little louder and you grin wide.
"i love you," you whisper before letting him sink his lips on yours sweetly, and the moment feels so soft that he couldn't help but smile through the kiss.
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
there's something so soothing, so calming about waking up next to megumi as soft breaths leave his slightly parted lips. he looks so peaceful while sleeping and you're not sure if it's his long eyelashes that rests against his cheekbones, or his raven hair strands that fall so gracefully on his neck and shoulders. it's early mornings like this that you adore the most.
so beautiful, you gasp, almost whispering against his face. but you're woken up from your daze when you feel his arms pull your body closer, his eyes lifting just enough to see your beautiful bambi eyes. "you're awake early," he sighs, breath so warm against your jawline. "yeah, i slept early last night," you soothe, fingers weaving through his hair.
"don't go yet, i wanna stay with you more," his voice is raspy, so hoarse and it makes butterflies flutter around in your stomach. and when you don't answer, he pulls you even closer, so close until your body curves against his. the warmth emitting from your body puts his mind to comfort and a graceful smile adorns his face.
"i love you so much, let's just stay like this for the rest of the day," he says, pressing a kiss on your cheeks. and you don't have it in you to say no to him, not when he showers you in so much love. you hum, head nuzzling against his chest as your fingers drew soft patterns on his bare chest. "i love you too, gumi."
SUGURU GETO
the softness of your lips is what he feels the first thing when he wakes up. it feels so sweet when your hands cup his face so tenderly, your bambi eyes gazing at the soft smile on his face. "good morning, precious," he says, voice coming a bit hoarse and it doesn't fail in leaving your heart fluttering.
"you look so cute, sugu," you giggle as you slightly squeeze his cheeks together. his face is puffy, hair messy as a gentle ray of sunshine enters from the open window and falls on his face. he hums, brushing a stray strand of hair and tucking it behind your cold ear. "seeing your face the first thing in the morning feels like a blessing," he coos, pressing his forehead against yours.
you smile, because being loved by suguru is everything you've ever wanted, everything you could ever hope for. "your hands are warm," you say, eyelashes fluttering on your cheekbones as you look up at him. "my hands aren't the only thing that's warm," he chuckles, pointing to his lips. he's cheeky like this in the dawn, when the sun is only rising from the horizon, the canvas of the sky blurring into a blue shade.
"then kiss me." you feel his breath on your lips as he leans in, his hand holding your jaw and you gasp, feeling the touch of his lips on yours that fit together so perfectly. "let's stay like this for the rest of the day," he says, black eyes softening when you nod, snuggling closer to lay your head on his chest.
"i love you, sugu," you whisper to his skin, feeling the way his arms wrap around your waist and as you lay there so comfortably, you're sure that there's nothing that could compare to the love suguru has for you.
INUMAKI TOGE
the air feels cold as it enters your room and brushes your skin so tenderly. as your gaze falls on inumaki, you realize that he's staring at you, he always is. and love is what you feel as he shares a smile with you. so, you press a kiss on the corner of his lips, the action feeling so sweet that his hands come to softly cradle your face immediately.
"i love you so much. sleeping with you makes me feel safe," you say, voice coming breathily and his eyes widens, love spilling from his gaze and he falls in love with you all over again. he stays quiet, pressing kisses on your forehead from time to time as you snuggle against his chest.
he doesn't need words to express how he's feeling, how deeply he adores you, and how every night he yearns for you. because you feel his love with his gentle touch, with how he holds you so close like you're fragile. "you're so pretty, toge. i'm really happy to have you in my life."
the words manage to hit a certain string in his heart and a silent sob escapes his mouth. his eyes are glassy as small beads of tears spill from the corners of his eyes and he swears he's fallen in love with you all over again. your fingertips gently soothes his cheekbones, your lips feel so soft as it presses on his lips.
"i love you so, so much," you say, almost whispering against his lips before you settle your head on his chest again. he nods, eyes closing as he finds peace, and feels glee fill in his mind as you sleep with the softest smile. as he looks at you again, in his mind, he whispers it to you too — 'i love you.
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