“This is new” with Kirishima or “I swear I’m going to fuck the next person that comes through that door.” With Bakugou. Which ever one you feel more inspired to write!!! Congratulations bby!😭 - lady-bakuhoe💕
Thank you, @lady-bakuhoe!! The inspiration hit me hard and I got carried away with some Big Daddy Riot. I hope you like it!
NSFW 2 - Kirishima: “This is new.”
mentions: daddy/babygirl, a touch of butt stuff.
You’d waited the entire fucking day for your husband to come home, already stark naked and in a mood to ravish him, top to toe. He was late, and you were getting antsy. So, you paced around your small living room, around the sofa, your thoughts drifting to all the salacious things you wanted to do with him.
Your sudden horniness exploded right before he went off to work. He’d run out the door in those grey sweatpants that he knew hugged the muscular curve of his ass just right, and a loose gym shirt, arm hole cut out low enough for you to see the spectacular shape he kept himself in for his hero work. He had woken you up with a gentle kiss, with lips that lingered against your forehead until you opened your eyes to stare right into that strong neck.
Eurgh! You’re frustrated, hands flying to your face as you remember his throat and the ghost of the purple love bite you’d left there a few days prior, and, oh, how you itched to darken it again.
You paced to the far corner of the apartment when you heard the door click, unlocking, his heavy footsteps trudged past the hearth.
“Honey, I’m home!” Kiri called out. You chuckled under your breath as you saw his large frame round the corner in the mirror at the end of the hallway you stood in, already dwarfing you. “There you ar-- oh.”
He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw your naked body in the dim light, the soft curves of your lower back, ass, hamstrings, before his eyes darted up to catch your gaze in the mirror’s reflection.
“I missed you, Big Daddy,” you practically purred at him, lips tugging up into a sly smirk.
The bag in your husband’s hand fell to the floor with a thud! as he bounded over to you, his shirt already pulled from his body, over his red hair that was pulled back in an unravelling pony-tail. Your tongue darted out to press against your bottom lip before you tugged it between your teeth in anticipation. Finally.
His arms caged you in, pressed against the mirror, chest flat against your back. The glass was cold against your flushed skin, nipples going pert. His hot breath was against your ear, leaving small kisses, wrapping himself down to your height as he moved down your neck. He surrounded you completely, exactly the way you wanted to be. You could feel the rumble in his broad pecs as he inhaled, a soft moan escaped his lips. A large palm came to your waist, feeling around to the front to pull you tight against him, creating a gap between your reflections. You saw the lust-filled look in his eyes as he peered at you, before they disappeared behind your neck to kiss down it.
“Hmm, baby, you couldn’t wait for me to get back, could you?” you could hear the smirk on his lips, and you moaned as sharp teeth bit into the flesh of your shoulder. You shook your head in response, leaning into him as his palms continued their exploration of your body, calloused palms cupping both your breasts, lifting them, feeling their weight before pinching the nipples. You could feel the growing tent under his sweats, and you ground your ass against his thigh, his height making it so that his cock was pressing into your lower back.
“Nuh-uh, I wanted to get myself off,” you breathed, head turning so that you could see him in person, and not through the mirror. His red eyes were a laser; it pierced into your soul and set your loins ablaze, your already slick cunt beginning to clench up. You needed him inside you. “But, I didn’t.”
“Good girl.”
Kiri hummed in approval as a hand left your breast to travel down, lower. With a feather-light touch, he brushed the hood of your clit before spreading your folds open. He dragged you back slightly, so that your full body was in view as he touched you. You felt so small in his arms, like a doll completely at his mercy, and you wriggled to get comfortable, hands reaching past your head to run your fingers through the loose stragglers of his hair. He teased a middle finger at your entrance, dipping, pulsing it in your juices, spreading the fluid around. He always loved to turn you into a complete mess before fucking you, to see what exactly he could do to make you come undone.
He pressed the heel of his hand into your clit, grinding it down as his palm and fingers, too large to lay flat between your legs, reached underneath you to feel the rim of your small puckered hole. But he couldn’t. His eyebrows shot up, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. You giggled, feeling heat crawl up your chest and flushing your cheeks.
“Baby,” he said incredulously as he pushed you forward so that your face pressed into the mirror, back arching. His one palm kept your shoulder pinned, the other gripped an asscheek, spreading it open to see the jewelled princess plug stuffing your hole, a ruby red. His finger circled it’s edge, nudging it around. You whimpered at the movement, eyes rolling back as you felt that delicious tug in your rear. “This is new.”
“Mhmm,” you moan as he gave an experimental tug, seeing how the red reflected the soft light of the living room so far away, “arrived today, the colour’s ‘Riot Red’.”
Kiri practically growled at your words.
“Hands on the mirror, babygirl, legs open. Don’t you dare move.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He’s pleased when you follow his words immediately, murmuring a quick, ‘good girl’, before he dropped to the floor, broad shoulders widening your stance even more as he settled between your legs on his knees. An arm pressed the arch in your lower back deeper so that your ass postures, pussy on full display for him, the sparkling jewel twitching as you clench in the anticipation. He uses his other hand to pinch at your inner thigh, pulling it away to give his chiseled jaw some room. You can feel his breath tickle your folds.
“What do we say, baby?” you glance down at his hulking figure, catching his grin in the reflection as he licked his lips.
“Thank you for the food,” and he devours your clit like it’s his last meal.
Y’all read my fucking mind.
Okay, I got a bit carried away with this one, it’s about 2.5k. I’m so sorry.
@froppysgirl I hope you like it
NSFW 3 - Tanaka Ryunosuke: “I swear im going to fuck the next person that comes through that door.”
Warnings: public sex, swearing, unprotected sex
“Dude, it’s been about four months since I’ve gotten laid.”
Tanaka’s confession comes out of nowhere, catching Nishinoya off-guard, making him choke on a sip of beer. The two old friends are in the college dorm lounge area, playing video games and drinking. Noya sputters out the liquid, coughing and beating on his chest as he looks at Tanaka with wide eyes.
“Dude, no,” he gasps, the words laced with disbelief.
“Oh, ya, believe it.”
Tanaka raises his hands above his head, stretching out his spine, cracking the entire length before leaning back on the sofa, downing the final sips of his beer. The empty bottle is placed precariously close to the edge of the coffee table, right next to his feet; an accident waiting to happen. He rubs a hand over his buzzcut, feeling the way the hairs bend against his palm and prickle at his scalp, he lets out a frustrated groan. Noya pauses the game, grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl set between them, turning, a teasing smirk on his lips.
“Damn, you must be really lame in bed, Ryu,” he laughs, crunching on more chips, washing it down with beer. “What if word got around and that’s why no one wants to sleep with you?”
With flames dancing in his eyes, Tanaka throws a couch cushion at Noya’s face, which the spunky man easily dodges, ducking before pulling back up with an even wider grin than before. He’s cackling at the expression on his sexually frustrated friend.
“Bro, it’s not funny.” Tanaka groans, bringing a closed beer between his teeth to open it.
“It is a little.” Noya counters, going back to the game, folding his legs underneath his body.
Most of the dorm residents are out for the night, off to a frat party which meant the building was quiet and they’re left to their own mischief.
“What are you going to do about it?” Noya pipes up after a few minutes, alluding to Tanaka’s dry spell. The shaved-haired man furrows his brows in thought.
“You know what? I swear, I’m going to fuck the next person that comes through that door.” Ryu points over his shoulder at the entrance of the dorms. Both men turn, half expecting fate to work and for someone, anyone, to stumble in, but it remains closed. Noya barks out a laugh and Ryu sulks, grumbling under his breath at his luck.
“Even if it’s a dude?” he’s howling now, tears pricking at the edges of his eyes, clutching at his gut.
“Whatever, man, I’d fuck anyone right about now.”
That makes Noya shut up, head snapping up, eyes wide as he wipes at his tears.
“Even--”
“Yeah, even her.”
“Dude.”
Tanaka just nods, feeling his chest tighten at the thought of you. God, everything about you drives him wild, sets him on edge. You had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it. He was usually so forward about his feelings, however, with one look from you and his heart drops to his stomach and all words fly out of his mind.
“Nah, you’re too chicken.” Noya teases, shaking his head, his blonde fringe swaying like a metronome. Tanaka has half the mind to smack his bestie on the back of his head but just takes another swig instead.
“I really wo--”
And just like that, fate decides to jump in and the door slams open, laughter and noise from outside trickling in. Both men whip their heads around to stare at the incoming party. Noya stifles a laugh when he realises who just walked in.
“Ryu, there’s your chance,” he whispers, nudging his friend's knee with a foot, face giddy with glee.
“Shut up.” Ryu seethes back, shoving the foot away, but his breath hitches as he glances at the door again.
You stride into the room, smile bright and dress short, giggling with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You turn to the boys that had walked you back to the dorms, seeing their fallen faces as you wish them goodnight and close the door. Tanaka and Nishinoya peer over the back of the couch to watch you bend over to take your heels off, rolling and flexing your ankles and toes, the hem of the thin material riding up a little higher. Noya can’t help but snicker at Tanaka’s starstruck face, kicking him once again to pull his friend out of the stupor, a little too late.
As you stand up, heels in one hand, you catch Ryu’s stare, your smile faltering as you feel warmth bloom on your cheeks. Fuck, you had no idea he would be in tonight. He looks so good, dangerous even. You see the glint of a gold chain underneath his black t-shirt, making you want to tug on it, pull him closer, feel those lips on your neck. You bite your lip, you should not be having these thoughts now, but the way he’s staring makes your heart slow. You see Tanaka’s friend in your peripheral, and you want to turn away to let them hang out, but your body moves before you realise what’s happening. It must be the liquid courage in your veins, egging you on.
With your free hand, your ghost your fingers up your thigh, lifting the hem of your dress slightly on the side, inching it higher until it shows off the side of your hip, the lace of your thong, before you drop it with a smirk and a wink. Tanaka licks his lips, glancing from you to Noya, who had somehow missed it, eyes back on the TV. Your movement makes his eyes snap back and he catches the end of it, seeing the thong drop to the floor around your ankles, and you step out of it, nudging it forwards just a little before turning to leave, swaying your hips as you walk to your room.
Tanaka claps his hands together, a smile wide on his face, shocking Noya with the sudden energetic action. Noya raises an eyebrow, looks over his shoulder at the small black article of clothing on the floor and rolls his eyes. Ryu looks at him, a pleading look that says, ‘I know it’s bro’s before hoe’s, but please’. Noya nods.
“Alright! See ya later, bro.”
Tanaka practically leaps over the back of the sofa, running to pick up your thong, stuffing it into his pants pocket as he turns the corner of the room. He jogs lightly to catch up with your retreating back right as you reach the elevator, the same mischievous grin on your face.
You’re leaning against the wall, arms crossed underneath your breasts, peering up at him.
“Hi there,” you breathe, and you see the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. You know he likes you, and you can’t help yourself as you tease him. You want him too, after all.
“Hey yourself,” Tanaka greets, hand pulling out of his pocket to dangle the thong between your bodies, “you dropped these.” The smile on his face is lascivious, and you can’t help but clench your core in response, feeling a growing wetness pool between your legs.
“Thanks,” you reply, taking them as the door to the elevator opens and you push past to get in. Tanaka is glued to the spot, head following your body, thoughts running through his mind.
Are you serious? Do you want this? Is he too tipsy? Are you tipsy? The elevator doors start to close but grind to a halt, your hand slamming between them as they reopen.
“Ryunosuke, are you coming?”
The way his name rolls off your tongue sets his heart ablaze and he jumps into the elevator as though it was a life raft, pressing you up against the cold mirror. You let out a little squeal as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close to him and your arms hang past his neck, your shoes still in one hand, and your underwear in the other. You can feel the strength in his grip as your body is pressed against his muscular chest, breasts tight to his body, lips mere inches apart. He’s hesitant, and you shut your eyes, leaning that distance to capture his lips in a kiss, using your forearms to deepen it. He groans at your touch, hands instantly moving lower to tap your legs and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist as your back is flat against the elevator. Your heads twist, lips melding, breathing heavily, and you open your eyes to find your reflection on the opposite side. It makes you moan, and you feel the stiffness of his cock between your legs, aware at how there’s nothing covering your sex. Your inner thighs squeeze in response, your hips grinding down as his thrust slightly, creating a delicious friction to your clit, but you’re so empty, and all of a sudden, very, very horny.
You drop the things in your hands, ignoring the dull thud against the floor, bringing your palm to cup the back of his neck, turning your cheek to kiss along his jaw and up to his ear. Tanaka imitates you, lips leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck, you stare at your reflection again, your reflection within the reflection; you can see his face, how his eyes are squeezed shut in concentration, how he moans into your skin, the vibrations making your spine tingle. It’s almost too much. You want him now, and from the way he’s devouring your taste, you can tell he wants you just as badly. You pull away, back of your head resting against the wall and stare into his eyes, which are dark, lidded, ready to eat.
“I want you inside me.” You say, ignoring the fact that you’re still in the elevator, in public.
“What if someone sees?” Tanaka asks, voice hoarse, but he’s already shifting you to awkwardly pull down the waistband of his athletic shorts and boxers. You reach over, pressing the emergency stop button, realising at the same time that you’d never actually pressed your floor button, you were still on ground. The anticipation that anyone could’ve walked in makes your cunt clench.
“There. Now please Ryu, I need you inside me.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispers, “condom?” he asks, ever a gentleman. It makes you smile, and your heart decides to flutter at the words, realising just how sweet he is underneath his loud actions. You shake your head, resting your forehead against his.
“I’m on the pill,” you say.
It’s all he needs, restraint breaking as he teases the silken head of his cock against your folds. You suppress a moan between clamped lips, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, and he slowly starts to inch into you. Your eyes fling open, feeling how he’s stretching you.
Fuck, he’s bigger than you thought, and your eyes roll back in your head. The tip of his cock is inside you, and he gives you a moment to adjust, peppering kisses and bites to your cheeks and nose and lips, before starting to thrust slowly, shallow. You feel how you’re leaking down his cock, your juices gliding between your sexes and soon each thrust becomes deeper, harder, faster, until the fingers holding up your legs are bruising and Tanaka pants with each inhale, knocking broken whines from your throat.
“Yes, Ryu, you’re so god damn big,” you praise, feeling some drool slip from the corner of your lips. His tongue is there, licking it up and you clench around another thrust. He’s secretly filthy underneath, and it makes you grin. He grunts in response, your words spurring him on even faster.
It’s been way too long since he’d fucked anything, and you feel even more delicious around his dick than he ever imagined. The way your walls clench around him, pulling him in deeper. He wants you to come undone around his cock so badly. He drops one of your legs down, bending his knees slightly to accommodate your height, keeping the other leg up, stretching you open. The new angle makes you cry out and you bite your tongue, remembering you’re still in public, and his friend is in the living room. Oh, that’s so fucking fantastic.
A finger taps your lips and you eagerly open to suck on them, before they’re pulled out and are on your clit, rolling and rubbing circles that wind you up closer to orgasm. You can’t stop saying his name, the word tumbling from your lips like a broken record, a prayer, and Tanaka can’t stop his movements, eternally entranced from hearing your voice. He never wants it to disappear. He feels his release piling up, and he clenches his teeth.
“I’m close,” he breathes into your ear, and you can only moan, feeling how he starts to rub your clit harder, flipping a switch in your brain, letting you come undone around his cock, seeing white and black and stars, your heart pounding in your ears as your thighs tremble between his body. With a grunt, your clenching walls pull his release from him, painting you with the same white that you saw behind your eyelids.
Your legs are shaky as you stand and he pulls out, bringing your body close to his in a hug. Your forehead rests on his shoulder, breathing heavily as you twitch from the aftereffect of your orgasm.
“Shit,” you hear Ryu curse, and you roll your face to look at him, the slight panic on his features, “I’m sorry, I came inside, I didn’t even ask you.”
“It’s fine,” you laugh, placing a small kiss on his shirt, feeling the collarbone beneath, “really, it’s okay, I liked it.”
His grip on you relaxes and he pulls away slowly, suddenly bashful and avoiding your gaze. He tucks himself back into his pants and turns to pick up your things. You take them with a smile, kissing his cheek quickly, before putting the lace thong into his pocket.
“Huh? What-” he starts, but you put a finger to his lips before trailing it down his chin, grabbing that gold chain you noticed earlier, tugging it so that his lips connect with your own once more. They’re so warm, moist, inviting, and you sigh into him.
“Keep them, Ryunosuke. You can give them back when we go on a date.”
The grin that erupts onto his lips is in no way equal to the elation he feels inside, pulling you tight into a hug. Some banging on the elevator door pulls you both away, blushes creeping up your necks at the sudden intrusion.
“You guys finally done fucking?” Nishinoya calls out, incredibly turned on from the lewd noises he had to endure from the other side.
Congrats on your milestone!! Can I request fluff 4 with Iida?
Hi Anony! Thank you for your wishes and your request <3 I made him so soft in this lmao. First time writing Tenya, so I hope I did him justice.
FLUFF 3 - Tenya Iida: “I’m going to marry you one day.”
Tenya was never the type to be overly affectionate. When you first started dating, it was a mission to get him to hold your hand, for him to get used to the way you loved to kiss his knuckles, and the way you enjoyed sneaking pecks wherever you could reach, whether it be lightly on his chest while watching movies, sloppily on his neck during intimate moments or deeply against his lips, which was your favorite.
Regardless of this, he never let you feel like you were unloved. He showed it in the way he would let you kiss him good morning without brushing your teeth first, or when he learnt you added your milk before the boiling water to your coffee.
But, water always goes first! He would try to convince you, only for you to giggle at him, hugging his muscular waist as you peppered chaste kisses along his bare back in the early morning.
Hmm, maybe but I want it to be milk, handsome. So, he found out the amount of milk you liked and prepared it that way for you.
It was a calm evening, intimate, a Sunday, with both of you curled up against each other on the couch. His broad chest rippled with each movement as you fidgeted during the movie, unable to truly sit still for too long. He had been on patrol all day, and his legs were tired, mind exhausted, but he endured your endless movements. He felt your hands trace lazy circles against his rib cage, as if you had no idea the effect your touches had on him.
You did, and that's why you were so compatible.
Your love was shown with your hands and your smile, and as the lovers resolution came to fruition in the film, you squeezed Tenya tightly, breathing in his scent; he smelled like fresh air, the mountains and waterfalls, a freedom that imitated your emotions with him. His heart thumped harder, and he cleared his throat, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks, still not used to your touch after a year together. Your very being made his engines stall and stomach come alive with butterflies.
“What’s up, handsome?” You’d ask, a coy smile on your lips as you tried, and failed, to give him an innocent look through your lashes.
“Nothing, beautiful, are you enjoying the movie?” He’d reply back, aiming for an air of cool indifference but you heard the strain in his voice. You moved your palm so that they ran up the thick cords of muscles that were his quads.
“Yes,” you breathed against his ear, “I’m enjoying it very much.”
He hummed in response, ignoring your tactile touches but giving in moments later to bring you to a straddle over one of his thighs. It was your favorite way to stare into his eyes. They were kind beneath his glasses, reflecting the kiss of the actors in the glare, so you leaned in to capture your own lips with his. As usual, with every kiss, his hard palms pressed against the small of your back and his knee rose to roll you forward, to fall into him.
I love you so much, he’d usually whisper; it’s what you were expecting. But he remained silent, and when you pulled back to survey his face, the slight pinch in his eyebrows, closed eyes, and the smallest of smiles on his lips, you wondered what was going through his mind.
“Tenya?” you enquired, one hand cupping his chiseled jaw with the other pushing his hair away from his forehead, the colour of the twilight sky outside. There was nothing but adoration when his eyes snapped open, navy and endless, swallowing your breath from your lungs. Tenya was a predictable man, solid and sturdy, someone you could rely on wholeheartedly, which is why you did not expect the following words as they left his mouth to kiss your ears.
“I’m going to marry you one day.”
You could tell it was a promise he meant to keep, not one that was drunkenly made from the taste of your lips or the lingering sweetness of the movie. The smile that widened your lips was incomparable to anything he’d seen before, brighter than the sun, more beautiful than a field of flowers. He lived for your smile.
Tenya was never the type to be overly affectionate, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved you, you him, and it was enough. You kissed him again, binding your hearts together to say you accepted his proposal, echoing it in the night later with verbal ‘yes, yes, yes’s’ as you celebrated your love together.
Hi!! Thank you love! It was so fun, and not at all my usual thing to write. Fluff does not come naturally to me so it was a challenge.
Happy birthday, Shinso Hitoshi.
FLUFF 3 - Shinso Hitoshi: “I think I’m in love with you, and I don’t know what to do.”
It was your favourite kind of morning. The rain pattered down against the window pane, fat, heavy droplets slinking down the glass, distorting the world outside. In the distance, you could see darker clouds, bringing lightning and thunder, and you reveled in the thought of curling up against the window for the rest of the day to spectate the sheer force of nature at work.
The cup of tea warmed your fingers, the heat trailed up your arms, steam curling in the air and you blew, seeing the way it wafted away, disappearing, before resurfacing again. It was impossibly early in the morning, close to 6 am. Like clockwork, your phone screen lit up, it read 5:59am, and in the split second it took to change to 6:00am, the text came through. You felt the heat from the tea burn in your chest, heart pounding as you read who it was from.
Hitoshi: Good morning, did you sleep last night?
You: Morning
You: Nope
You: Did you?
Hitoshi: You already know the answer to that.
Hitoshi: Weather’s nice today, want to go take a walk?
You: Please!
As soon as the message delivered, the doorbell rang, and that small smile on your lips grew into a full blown grin. You practically leapt off your comfy nook, your tea balancing precariously on the ledge of the window, cooling off by the second, completely forgotten. You were still in your pyjama shorts and tank top, but that didn’t stop you from almost ripping the door from its hinges to welcome your best friend.
Shinso had a lazy smile on his lips, a cup of take away coffee in his hand, and eyes that were heavily lidded. Most people would say he looked bored, lazy, however you saw them for what they were: calm, calculating, genuine. They crinkled up slightly at the sight of you, your bare shoulders and legs, not worrying about the passerby’s on the street as they hurried from one destination to the next, not that there were many at this hour. He stood under an umbrella, a midnight blue complementing his lavender hair beautifully, it almost took your breath away. He sometimes did that to you.
“Sup, ‘Toshi? One sec,” you mumbled, slipping on your raincoat from the coat hooks by the door, buttoning it up and slipping your feet into some black combat boots, not unlike his own.
“Hey, not going to get dressed first?” he asked with a quipped eyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee, adam’s apple bobbing. You could see his shoulders drop down as the liquid caffeine soothed his mind and body.
“You didn’t give me any time, besides, we should walk before the lightning comes in.”
He grunted in agreement, making room for you under his umbrella as you both stepped out into the rain. The patter of the drops echoed, and it seemed as though all the noise slipped away and it was just the both of you. Shinso’s smell clouded underneath the nylon, coffee and expensive cologne. It was salty, spicy, musky, like Eros kissing your nose. You breathed in deeply, hoping to pass it off as love for the rain, and not for him, your best friend, the man you shouldn’t be enamoured with, and yet, you completely and utterly were.
You both took a turn and entered a park, the green of the grass and leaves darker than usual, alive and shaking against the onslaught. You felt droplets of water kiss your hands and the cheek closest to the edge of the umbrella, so you shuffled tighter into Hitoshi’s side, arms pressed against each other as you strolled, boots crunching against the gravel and dirt, brown mud splattering against the black leather.
When you came to a bridge, you both stood under the arch and turned to admire the empty park, the way the water brought it to life, shimmying the leaves. You felt a cool breeze tease up your mostly bare legs, and you shivered. Shinso chuckled, closing the umbrella and pulling you into a hug, the warm of his body permeated through his sweater and into your skin.
“You should’ve put some proper clothes on,” he whispered, chin resting on the top of your head as he gazed out at the park, your face pressed into the crook of his neck.
“Whatever,” and it was. You wouldn’t trade being in proper clothes for your current position. Your heart pounded in your chest, you wondered if he could hear it, if he could feel it.
“Fuck, I really love the rain,” you mumbled into his body, eye closed as you listened to the sound of drops on the wood above you. Shinso took a deep breath, and your hand came up to his chest. This was an oddly sensual position to be in, like lovers more than friends, and it made your head spin as you wondered what he could be going on in that mind of his.
“‘Toshi?”
“Hm?”
“What’re you thinking about?” you ask, feeling his steady heart beat. It quickened. A ghost of a sigh flew past the top of your head and you could hear the gears turning in his brain
“Honestly?” he asked, and you nodded, “you.”
You pull back, looking up at him, heat erupting in your guts as you regarded his averted gaze, still staring out at the rain. A flash of lightning in the distance lit up the lilac in his eyes, he sparked with the electricity.
“Me? What about me?”
The arm around your back tensed, his inhale frozen and hair seemingly alive, flames bristling.
“You can tell me, Hitoshi,” you coaxed, feeling your fingertips tingle in anticipation, pressed against his muscular chest to put some distance between your bodies. It was getting a little too warm, a furious blush creeping up your neck.
“I… Don’t freak out,” he started, letting go of you to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. “And, it’s, uh, it’s okay if you’re not… if you don’t feel the same way.”
The static in your fingers shifted to your guts, butterflies fluttering in your intestines, up your lungs and threatening to spill from your throat. His eyes were completely focused, drifting down to your face, searching yours for any hint of hesitation, but he found none.
“Okay, here goes nothing. I think I’m in love with you,” the confession came quickly, tumbling out of his mouth in a hurry, so unlike his usually slow drawl, “and I don’t know what to do.”
Your mouth dropped open, the butterflies swarming around, flying out into the air. He glanced away, up, to the side, anywhere but you.
“I knew it, just forget I said anythi--”
“‘Toshi,” you interrupted him, and he froze, snapping back to watch as a grin bloomed on your lips, “I love you too.”
It was a simple confession, not one you had planned on making this morning in your pajamas, but it was perfect. The rain poured hard and fast around the both of you, as though a dam had burst free, and you found yourself wrapped in his arms; his soft lips connecting with yours in a tender kiss.
The toilet flushes yet again; you’re cradling your head in your hands and a groan echoes in the tiled bathroom. You’re unsure how to feel. You’re happy, confused, worried, completely calm and yet totally in a panic. It’s four in the morning, your husband is asleep in the bedroom, legs and arms tangled in white sheets, snoring gently, hopefully. This is the fourth time this week where you’ve woken up in a slight nausea, only for it to multiple tenfold the second you made it into the bathroom.
A knock on the bathroom door pulls you out of your stupor, and you mumble a weak, ‘come in,’. Damn, Kuroo must’ve woken up at some point between the third and fourth flush.
“Hey, sweetcheeks, you okay?” he asks as you slide away from hugging the toilet bowl and lean back against the wall, the white tiles cooling down your overheated shoulder blades. You smile weakly, cheeks flushing, spittle on the corner of your mouth that you wipe away with the back of your hand.
“Yeah, handsome, I’m fine.”
You swear the only time you’ve looked more wrecked was probably three months ago, when your naked bodies were writhing together, lips locked in a passionate kiss and moans of love imprinted into your souls in the form of bruises on your hips and neck. Kuroo’s black hair stuck up everywhere, static and electric in the early morning, as he stumbled over to you and sat down, pulling you tightly underneath his arm and against his chest. His large hands rub soothingly down your arm, thumbs circling your skin. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and you sigh into him. It’s not often that he’s quiet, observant, and you relish in these rare moments before you know he’s back to his regular teasing.
“Y’know, if ya wanted me up in the middle, all you had to do was ask,” he murmurs against your hair. You snort, marking him with a playful bite to his bare chest, right above his nipple. He chuckles, pulling you tighter against his body before shifting, gently tugging you so that you sit on his long, muscular legs, wrapped in warmth and strength.
“Pfft, like you would’ve woken up.”
“Well, sweetcheeks, if it was a blowjob, then maybe I would.” Kuroo wiggles his eyebrows, a lopsided smirk curling on his mouth as he stares down at you over his nose. The electricity between you two crackles with the same potency as your first date many years ago, you feel the rise and fall of his chest, the twitch in his thighs and you shift so that your arms wrap around his neck, burying your forehead into the crook as his hands press into your back.
You groan, your stomach clenching again and you rip away from him, scrambling to the ceramic toilet, dry heaving, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. Within seconds, he’s behind you, stroking your back, lips connecting with the skin next to the strap of your tank top.
“Baby, what’s wrong? It’s been a few days now. Stomach bug?” he asks, worry lacing in his voice. You bang your forehead against the rim of the toilet seat, stressed with the news you were about to break to him.
Fuck, it’s now or never. You crook a smile at your husband, peering at him over your shoulder.
“Nah, morning sickness, handsome.”
His mouth drops open, eyes wide in shock, before he shakes his head, eyes squinting suspiciously.
“You’re fucking with me,” his voice is hoarse, barely over a whisper, but his hands on your spine tremble with nerves and excitement. Your smirk turns into a grin.
“I’m not,” you start, twisting around to capture his face in your hands, your thumb stroking his jaw, “we’re going to have a baby.”
You see the journey of emotions in his eyes, none of them the worry and panic you felt. His are full of adoration, excitement, anticipation, love. He pulls you in, knocking the breath out of you with his crushing grip. A small sob escapes from your chest, you didn’t know what you were hesitant about, and the relief washed over you.
“We’re going to be parents,” he whispers into your ear, you nod, smiling against the skin of his shoulder.
“We are.”
“You’re going to be a mommy,” you can see the grin in his voice, the suggestive tone. Once again, you chuckle.
“That’s right, daddy.”
When you finally settle, and you move to the bed, you spend the rest of the night in his arms, cuddling, until the sun rises and the new day begins, content and thankful.
Congratulations on your followers, babe, can't wait to watch it grow more 😘 What about "you've never been loved before, I can tell" with an nsfw twist with our sexy, filthy coach Ukai?
Oh wow, damn, thank you so much! x Here’s some sad smut!
ANGST 1 - UKAI: “You’ve never been loved before, I can tell.”
Contains: Break-up angst, alcohol, 18+
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So, that’s what it feels like. The thought dances in your mind as you take another drag of a cigarette, menthol, not yours. You remember how sweet his kisses were on your skin, between your legs, lips sucking and teeth nipping. You exhale smoke as you think of his thick yet nimble fingers curling over and over inside you, winding a coil, making you clench until it snapped and sprung loose. You can still picture the fireworks that had exploded behind your closed eyes, the colours dazzling. You’ve never seen those before.
The handsome stranger taps your elbow where it’s bent, his head on your stomach while you lay together in the aftermath. Your free hand plays with his blond hair, already spiked but now even more toussled with sex. The piercings in his ears glint in the dim glow of the bedroom. You remember how you ran your fingers along his scalp, tugging harshly at his locks as his cock sunk into you: solid, weighted and grounding. You bring the shared cigarette to his lips and watch his golden eyes shut as he inhales, and with his exhale, you remember his moans, and your bliss, when he painted your silken walls white, a new start.
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You met him in a speakeasy, the kind that had red lights and a crooner bubbling out old school blues. You sat on one end of the bar, drinking a gin-grapefruit surprise; he sat on the other, sipping whiskey, neat, holding a cigarette between fingers so long you were mesmerised, instantly thinking of how they’d feel against your skin.
Don’t think about that. It’s too soon.
He caught you staring. You looked away. He introduced himself and you accepted his offer to whisk you out of the bar and back to his place.
Ukai comes to a halt and you smack into his broad back, getting a whiff of his spicy cologne. It takes over your mind, invading your senses, heightening your intoxicated state considerably. You’re about to take a step back when he drags you closer with a light hearted chuckle, arm around the curve of your waist, squeezing tight before releasing to open the door.
“This is me,” he says, flicking on the lights as he steps inside, holding the door open for you. You take an off balance step past his threshold, to which he steadies you, fingers warm against your forearm. “Here, let me help you take these off.”
He’s already kneeling at your feet before you can protest. I’m not that drunk, you want to say, but the feeling of his calloused palm on your calf sucks all the words down your throat and into your core. You distract yourself by looking around the room, eyes catching a few medals, a golden trophy with a ball on it, team photographs. You step out of one high-heel. He is in a few of them as a player, but the most prominent are the ones where he seems to be standing with a few high schoolers, smiling, eyes closed. He’s a teacher, you realise, but then he kisses the side of your leg and you are all too aware of the proximity of his body, heat rising in your chest, both feet now flat on the floor.
Not yet, postpone it.
“So… you’re a coach?” you ask, gesturing at the memorabilia against his wall. He smiles against your leg, peering up at you with eyes that seem to melt, humming as he kisses the skin.
“Yeah, volleyball. I coach at Karasuno high,” he stands, height dwarfing yours, the smallest of smirks on his lips. “I used to play too.”
“What position?” You don’t know a thing about volleyball, but you’re anxious, making small talk, trying to delay falling into his arms. You want to, God, you did, so you’re unsure why.
It’s because you’re broken. That voice in your head sneers. You swallow.
“Setter,” he shrugs, a finger touching under your chin to tilt it up. There was a jolt of electricity behind that touch, it made you squirm, ache, need.
“What does that mean?” you breath out, drunk on his whiskey eyes and beginning to drip with his honeyed touch.
“It means,” he leans in close, and you smell temptation on his breath, “I’m good with my hands.”
No.
Yes.
You close the distance, arms wrapping around his neck as you place a solid kiss to his lips. They’re soft, pillows inviting you to stay and rest, and you quickly make it your home. His hands are on your body, tugging your waist against his chest, tightly so that you’re absorbing his body heat, his passion. Something clatters to the floor, a headband, as your fingers dance through the wild locks of his straw hair.
Pull away, he’ll hurt you too.
So you do, inhaling large gulps of air as you’ve forgotten to breath, almost suffocating with your thoughts. Ukai misreads it as an invitation to unzip your dress, his mouth moving down your jaw, neck, collarbones. This is new, fast, too soon, but the straps on your shoulders are pushed down your arms and you help him to shimmy out of your clothing, kicking it to the side.
You tug the bottom of his t-shirt, and he yanks it over his head in a fluid motion, freezing as he regards your face.
“Uh, sweetheart?” Your heart thumps at the sudden nickname. It’s kind, addictive, like candy or cigarettes, “you’re crying.”
As if to prove his point, he uses his white shirt to dab at your cheeks, uncaring at the black makeup stains left behind. You bring a hand up to check and he’s right.
“God, I’m sorry, we can stop. Let’s stop.” The stranger rambles, taking a step back from you. You don’t want to, not with him. It’s an odd feeling.
What about your ex?
“Ukai?” His name flies out of your lips like a prayer, and his body tenses, not expecting you to remember it from the brief meeting at the bar. “Touch me, please.”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, his dark eyebrows pinching together as he assesses the situation, hesitant. You decide for him, stepping close to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest. He seems to understand, to take it slow, those nimble fingers trailing up your spine, along your bare skin at an agonising pace. He’s being careful. You sigh into his chest, leaving kisses along his pecs, each one a little more urgent than the last. He doesn’t take the bait, strong hands caressing the sides of your waist, anchoring you to reality. They move up to press your upper back close, forearms and palms steering your chest against his.
His thumbs rubs circles into your flesh, inching upwards, making you moan into him, calm, soothed, blissful. When Ukai reaches the base of your neck, he pulls you away to see your face, shifting so that his thumbs wipe at the remainder of the makeup under your eyes.
“You’ve never been loved, I can tell.”
It’s a punch to the gut, sun on a snowy day, was it that obvious? He swallows your question with a kiss that’s tender, compassionate, all encompassing and focused. He pulls away and you’re dizzy, falling with his words.
So, this is insane. I hit 500 followers this morning, which is crazy. I have surpassed my follower count on a blog I had for about 10 years before I made this one. I had started thisisthehardestthing to reblog the content of the amazing writers/artists for BNHA here on tumblr, without the thought of posting my own stuff. Actually, before starting this blog, I hadn’t written anything since my final year of high school, which was about 6-7 years ago. It has been the most amazing thing to make new friends here, talk with people about bnha (and now Haikyuu) and remember just how much I loved to write. I had forgotten about the feeling. So, honestly, thank all of you.
So, I would like to thank everyone and say hello to all of you by doing a Follower Prompt Request Event!
Blacklist this tag if you don’t want to see it: claudia500
Okay, without further ado, because I tend to ramble, here are the prompts!
FLUFF
“I’m so lucky.” x KAGEYAMA TOBIO
“I know you’re working, but can I come over because I miss seeing your face?” x USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.” x SHINSO HITOSHI
“I’m going to marry you one day.” x IIDA TENYA
“Stomach bug?” “No, morning sickness.” x TETSURO KUROO
ANGST
“You’ve never been loved, I can tell.” x UKAI KEISHIN (nsfw)
“Break my heart once more, I dare you.” x AIZAWA SHOTA (nsfw)
“I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.” x MIDORIYA IZUKU
“I hope you’re happy.” x TSUKISHIMA KEI
“What made you think I cared for you?” x ERWIN SMITH (AOT/SNK)
NSFW
“You look so beautiful, I want to see you cry.” x DABI (noncon, sensory deprivation, anal)
“This is new.” x KIRISHIMA EIJIRO (size kink, dd/lg)
“I swear I’m going to fuck the next person that comes through that door.” x TANAKA RYUNOSUKE (public+unprotected sex)
“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.” x SUGAWARA KOUSHI (d/s, overstim, restraints)
“I’m not materialistic. I like being happy and having lots of sex.” x BAKUGO KATSUKI (edging)
congrats on hitting the milestone claudia!!! 🥳🥳 can i req for bakugou with the nsfw prompt #5 please!
BEAN! THANK YOU!! Here’s a lil sumthin, sumthin. I really had to think with this one. I wanted Katsuki to be the one to say it, but had to figure out when the hell he would ever say he likes being happy.
NSFW #5: Bakugo: “I’m not materialistic. I like being happy and having lots of sex.”
Crisp, white, ironed, Bakugo Katsuki’s bed was always perfectly made, as though a sheet of paper, a blank slate. It’s your favorite thing to mess up. Your clothes were strewn around the room, your wetness leaking from between your legs and onto the covers, mixing with his spit as he devours you. Your fingers fist the fabric. It wrinkles beneath your grasp as you let a moan, breathing life into his near empty bedroom. Katsuki’s tongue swirls teasingly against your clit as two thick fingers pump slowly between your clenching walls, in a rhythm, and when you get too close, he pulls them out, effectively stopping your build to orgasm for the third time that evening.
“Fuck, Katsuki, please, just let me cum,” you breathe, chest heaving as you stare at the ceiling. He chuckles, lips vibrating against your clit, the pressure tenfold with your overstimulation.
“Don’t be a greedy slut. You wanted me to show you how I became the best,” he turns his head, dragging his teeth against the soft flesh of your leg before biting your inner thigh and sucking a bruise in its place, one of the many he’d given you throughout your edging. “And I’m the best because I’m not materialistic. I don’t beg to cum like a princess.”
His fingers come back to your slit, lips puffy, stroking right at the edge of your entrance. You whimper and tilt your hips, willing them to slip in deeper. You want that release, crave it inside your bones. Your fingers ache to touch him, to run through his blonde hair, to guide his mouth back to your cunt, but if you did, you know he’d stop everything and leave you pining for more. You’ve only ever disobeyed him once.
“What do I need to do, Katsuki, please?” you buck as he slips his fingers up to his first knuckle, the other arm wrapping under your thighs to grip your hip down, restraining your movement. He hums as if in thought, vermillion eyes analysing every feature on your desperate face
“Make me happy. I like being happy,” he states, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, his tongue pressing flat against your folds, coaxing a low moan from your chest. You could feel him grin against your skin, his lips curling sadistically. Katsuki loved to see you come undone without using his cock, seeing you take back every word about how his hands were only good for his quirk, and his mouth was only suited for foul words, “and I like having lots of sex. So, lay there and take it like a whore.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he wraps his lips solidly around your clit, thrusting his fingers as deep as they’ll go while he sucks. Nodding and moaning, you give in to his demand, feeling that coil begin to wind for a fourth time, faster than before, tighter than ever. You might not hold out one more time. You’re teetering right on the edge of the cliff, eyes closed and about to fall over.
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