Babu50t

Hey, hey, hey~! I'm a woman in her 30s, who loves to write. I usually love dark fantasy, romance and supernatural genres but for fanfics I tend to go out of my comfort zones and try some romance or comedy. Not entirely sure how they come out. These days, my work are uploaded on both wattpad and AO3, but none of them are here. I'm thinking of using tumblr as a place to post my fics that might not see the light otherwise. English isn't my Native language, it's my second.

The color coding:

Green - currently working on

Red - works I'm not working on, right now

Blue - possibly dropped/likely not finished.

The series I'm working on: the mentioned characters aren't all I write for, it all depends on my mood honestly. Tokyo Revengers - there are a few stories I'm working on (Mitsuya, Izana, Wakasa, Hanma). Characters I use are random, depending on who I'm in the mood for. Wind Breaker - Suo, Kiryu, Tsuge-chan, Umemiya, Sugishita, Sakura, Kaji etc. Again, I am not really that selective with WB boys. Bungou Stray Dogs - (Dazai, Chuuya) I have some ideas, some are posted, some are in mind... I need to get back into them. Haikyuu - a few in planning stages (Kenma, Daichi, Suga, Miya twins, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Kuroo). I generally tend to write smut pieces or fluff//angst... depending on the mood and whatever comes out. Just because Haikyuu cast member isn't on the list doesn't mean I won't write for them. Boku no Hero Academia - some ideas I want to test but waiting for the ending (Sir Nighteye, Todoroki Shoto, Bakugo etc) Bleach - (Kensei, Ishida, Kisuke, Shinji, Hitsugaya and Ichimaru) Honestly, same as above - depends on whom I want to write for. Kuroko no Basket - some are in the planning stages (Midorima, Aomine, Kiyoshi). I've got too many ideas for some of them, seriously too many.. Ouran High School Host Club - Kyouya, Mori, the Hitachiin twins...I actually have some more ideas in the works, so who knows. Ao no Exorcist - There's an idea I'm throwing around, writing occasionally and having fun. (Yukio, Shima Renzo...Rin..etc) Such potential there...

Naruto - reincarnated and some with OC inserted stories (Kakashi, Yamato, Sai etc)

Crows Zero - one I really should finish (published on wattpad - "Fallen Crow" with smut. Serizawa X OC X Izaki) but likely won't finish. One Piece - One work maybe dropped (Not Strong Enough, uploaded in my wattpad. Luffy X OC X Aze). (Sanji, Usopp story in planning) Likely won't finish.

My writing style differs from each story, depending on the plot and what fandom I'm writing. I only do female OC stories paired with cannon male character as it's what I feel comfortable with.

The ratings vary from T to R/18+.

Update schedule is ... open, whenever I have an idea or finished the chapter/work.

My deviantart - ergelina.

My AO3 - same username as here.

My wattpad - same username as here.

Sometimes, I just write to get it off of my chest or mind...

Most of the times, characters end up changing SOMETHING in the story...or even a one-shot.

This is a Mizuiro x OC fem x Shinji fanfic.

The OC is Ichigo's younger twin sister, who is added to the series - I'm focusing on some slow building, trying not to push them together and make some sense of romance part. There'll be eventual smut but not in this chapter. I want to focus on family dynamics, OCs connections with characters and everything else.

It's also on AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/71511331/chapters/186149971 Updates are semi regular.

Words - 2510.

Rating - Mature but this one anyone can read, contains some underage activities (smoking+drinking mentioned) and cursing.

Warnings - check the rating.blea

Chapter 1:

She likes to do things at her pace.

It was how people knew Kurosaki Konoka to be - lazy and unmotivated. She’d only do or react to the things that mattered to her, if someone she liked was hurt or in danger. That’s when you would catch a glimpse of Konoka’s ice-like fury. Giving her a sort of strange reputation in the Karakura town, one that normally sends more sensible delinquents running after they recognise her.

Karin called her a danger magnet, after one too many close incidents and nearly ending up in a hospital only to refuse to be looked after by anyone but their dad. Or Ishida Ryuken, a family friend Konoka was rather fond of. Her siblings knew of her fear of hospitals, having been in one for a tad too long after they lost their mother and Konoka was hospitalised for weeks. She’d been miserable, grieving the death of mother and trying to process how close to death she herself had been, according to the doctors, and since then, she avoided hospitals like a plague. Their own home, however, she couldn’t avoid. Just as how she couldn’t avoid not seeing the dead walking amongst them, nor the occasional monsters. 

Unless she opted to copy what Kojima Mizuiro was doing and spend as much time outside and away from home like he was. She’d tried that, already did it by pushing all the household jobs on Yuzu - by acting like she wasn’t one of the two oldest kids in the family, like she shouldn’t be the one doing it all. It had caused a drift between Konoka and their dad, Isshin, endless arguments about her questionable whereabouts and him catching her smoking or drinking one too many times in her room or on the rooftop when she thought he wasn’t at home. Her throwing back that he was the only one not seeing ghosts, even as a blurry figure like Yuzu could. In the terms of accepting that ghosts existed, Konoka was a lot like Karin - she preferred to act like they didn’t exist until it was a chance to throw it up on their dad’s face. 

If something wasn’t useful, Konoka didn’t care.

She wouldn’t even remember that something existed.

The hours spent on the rooftop was what allowed her to realise that Ichigo, her older twin brother by almost two minutes, had changed more than he let on after, apparently, a truck had crashed into their living room at night although no one was injured nor woke up. Konoka had spent the night at Mizuiro’s, before coming home and staring at the scene, eyebrow twitching and listening to her family’s bizarre explanation. Ichigo was unaware of the exact nature of her relationship with Mizuiro, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Their dad was already annoyed that she spent time away from home, knowing that she was most likely out with a guy. Kurosaki Isshin could be strangely protective of his kids when it came to the opposite sex, especially of his girls. The first time he’d acted like a fool, crying to their mother’s poster in the living room about his little girls growing up too fast. She’d let Karin beat him up, watching it with an amused expression as she drank coffee Yuzu prepared. It didn’t escape her notice that both of their cheeks had reddened, even Karin’s as she kept stomping on their protesting dad. Ichigo, luckily, hadn’t been around that time. He did learn about it later…it hadn’t gone well for either of them.

A few days after the wall incident, as she called it, Konoka started to catch glimpses of a familiar blue dress in the house. She’d hear her brother seemingly arguing with someone more in his room, her first thought had been ghosts, but the presence hadn’t quite felt like one…it felt…different. She recalled a certain face, and frowned, glancing at the wall separating her room from Ichigo’s. 

“Ah, onee-chan,” Yuzu suddenly walked into Konoka’s room, making the older girl blink. Her short orange hair was accessorised with a hair clip, today it was cherry. She wore her usual bright one piece dress, being the only girly girl in their household. Neither Karin and Konoka would touch dresses if they could help it, both opting for more comfortable clothing much to their dad’s dismay. 

Konoka’s been sitting on her bed, legs crossed, lazily leaning against the wall as she listened to the noises around her. Completely ignoring the ghost peeking at her from the window, tapping and trying to catch her attention. Or well, she did show a single middle finger at the male ghost’s direction, wordlessly telling him to fuck off. His eyes widened behind his spectacles before he sulked away, most likely to her brother’s room, sputtering something incoherent under his breath.

“What happened to knocking?” Konoka tilted her head, watching Yuzu entering her room, eyeing the slightly messy area with narrowed eyes and a shake of her head. Konoka wasn’t necessarily dirty or messy, she just liked things her way - the saving grace was that she listened to Yuzu’s demand for them all to clean up their rooms when it was the cleaning day. 

A few pieces of clothing laid here and there, scattered on the floor amongst pieces of discarded paper and thrown books. The desk held Konoka’s latest art piece, the supplies taking up most of the furniture as they buried her school books and textbooks without a shame. The radio had been switched on, a foreign piece playing which Yuzu couldn’t recognise. Her sister had strange hobbies, likes and preferences. They ranged from liking anything locally to wanting to devour things from abroad. Be they books, music or culture. An English language fantasy book sat on Konoka’s bedside desk, with a bookmark sticking out. 

Posters of anime and different bands and celebrities illustrated the white walls, and Yuzu noticed a corner with what looked like dirty clothes and an empty beer bottle on top of them. There was a scent she couldn’t decipher, nor was she sure she wanted. A pack of cigarettes lay next to Konoka’s legs, opened and nearly empty. Inwardly, Yuzu winced - she wasn’t looking forward to another fight between Konoka and dad. The last one had ended up with her storming out of the house, not coming back for a few days until Ichigo somehow managed to get her to return. 

“I did, you didn’t hear it - anyway, have you seen my blue dress?” It’s not like Yuzu expected her sister to know the answer, but never quite knew these things with her. 

Konoka blinked, blue dress? Now where — 

“My yellow pyjamas are missing too.”

“You sure you didn’t misplace them?” 

A nod, “I’ve searched all over it, thought maybe you’ve seen them. Karin-chan hasn’t, I’m gonna ask Ichi-nii next.” 

Konoka shrugged, letting her body fall on the bed. She bounced a bit, wincing as she accidentally bit her tongue. “Nop. Haven’ seen them, I’m afraid.” Her words were slightly muffled against the blanket, parts of Konoka’s black hair were trapped under her cheeks, some nearly being swallowed by her as she spoke. She sputtered, pushing them out of her mouth. Yuzu stared at her, too used to her sister’s antics to be surprised. Bothered, maybe. 

“Strange, I guess I’ll do another sweep of the house…” Yuzu muttered with a sigh, turning around to leave. “Ah, do you want something specific for dinner today?” 

Konoka blinked, “Anything you make is fine, as long as not with leeks and natto.” 

Yuzu chuckled, “I’ll try to keep it in mind, onee-chan.” 

The door fell closed with a soft click, making Konoka stare at it. It’s not like she didn’t try to cook once the initial shock of losing their mother was over. She did. However…

She’d nearly burned down the kitchen in the process, house almost with it. No matter how many times Konoka tried, she’d always end up almost destroying the kitchen resulting in her being banned from cooking by the decree of everyone in Kurosaki family. She still remembered their dad’s horrified face as he stared at the chaos and nearly burning stove…at Karin and Yuzu exchanging looks before they scrambled to help her clean it up and Ichigo went to get a fire extinguisher. 

Konoka simply wasn’t meant to be a chef. 

Which was one of the reasons why the task had fallen on Yuzu, Karin helped out in her way but she too wasn’t as good at it as the youngest girl was. Ichigo never let Konoka live it down, teasing her about it even in their home economy class, the teacher too declared that Konoka was not to touch a stove or oven after she almost caused a fire. To be fair, that one hadn’t quite been Konoka’s fault but that of a ghost who’d sat on the wrong button but not like they could tell that to a stunned teacher. Ichigo was already dealing with delinquents coming after him for his orange hair and Konoka had her own issues with some of the girls that they had made a deal to avoid becoming known for seeing and talking to ghosts on top of it all as well. 

“Might as well,” Konoka muttered, rolling herself out of the bed like a hot-dog on the roller, cursing at the dead leg. She eyed it before moving it in circles and kicked it slightly against the bed, only to instantly regret it. “Fuckkkkkkkkk,” she jumped around, holding her now pain throbbing toes in hand, blinking back the tears. 

Hobbling her way to the door, Konoka tested her leg, sighing in relief when the pain was minimal and she could walk. But before she could leave the room, Konoka noticed something in her underwear drawer. Or near it. Her dark eyes narrowed, instantly forgetting about her leg and marched over to it. There it was, that damn lion plushie she kept finding in her room. 

On the surface, the lion didn’t look anything different from other toys. 

It was just its ability to appear in places it shouldn’t — Konoka knew it originated from Ichigo’s room, because if it was Yuzu’s then the poor animal would be wearing excessive dresses and makeup and more. She grabbed the plushie by its throat, squeezing it extra tight just in case and spun around, her brother’s room as destination. She thought she heard it squeak, eyeing it with even more distrust.

With curses and death threats muttered, Konoka kicked her brother’s door open, “Ichigo!” She snapped, eyebrow twitching before she froze at the sight of her brother standing before his wardrobe like a starfish. His arms and legs covering the doors, like preventing it from popping open or someone opening it. Her brother stared at her, looking slightly peeved.

“The fuck?” 

“I told you to knock, Konoka!” Ichigo snapped, ensuring the doors wouldn’t open before he pushed himself off of it. He eyed the lion in her hand, blinking as he took in the sight of Kon sweating and looking at him with pleading eyes. Something Konoka seemed to miss. “Where’d you find him?” 

“Oh this?” Konoka raised her hand, grip tightening. Her smile almost frozen, staring at her twin with a suspicious look. “Never mind this, whatcha hidin’ there, nii-chan?” She tilted her head, eyeing his closet with a calculating look.

“N-nothing! I was just cleaning,” Ichigo sputtered, not liking the way his sister sounded - amused and teasing. Such a combination was never a good thing on Konoka. She’d teased him enough about Tatsuki and a few other girls he had come across. 

As expected, she gave him a doubtful nod. 

“Porn stash then?” 

“What? How’d you draw that conclusion?!?” Ichigo shouted, his cheeks turned red, glancing at the closet and at the doll in Konoka’s hand. 

“We’re both sixteen, Ichigo,” she dead-panned him. “You’re a teenage boy, wouldn’t be shocking if you had porn lying around.” 

“Don’t lump me together with perverts like you!” 

She smirked, “Aw, if you’re bored - I can share my collection, all ya need to do is ask me.” 

Konoka enjoyed seeing her brother stammering, his inexperience with females showing…compared to his ability to kick ass and see the ghosts, her brother had barely any idea how romance works. She recalled how he red he’d been when he asked her if she’d actually had a boyfriend that first time around, and his surprise when she said ‘not a boyfriend, just a friend’.

She wondered how he’d react upon discovering she was occasionally sleeping with Mizuiro, a good friend of theirs.

A muffled-like laughter came from the closet, making Konoka raise an eyebrow at it and Ichigo quickly said, “I don’t!” He damned Rukia for not staying quiet. Hoping his sister wouldn’t investigate it closer. Knowing her, he could never be certain. Luckily, Konoka seemed to either ignore it or choose teasing him more today.

She chuckled, before remembering, “Ah, did Yuzu ask you about her missing clothes?” 

Ichigo blinked but nodded, still red in face. “Yeah, no idea - you?” 

She nodded, before she threw the lion at him which Ichigo unfortunately caught. A strange squeak left it.

“Where’d ya find it?” 

“Near my underwear drawer,” Konoka answered with a glare, directed at the creature. She could feel something was off, but what? She wasn’t certain. “The next time I find it in my room, I’ll burn it. No questions asked. Understood?” 

Ichigo nodded, and the lion almost shit himself at the threat. Inside the closet, Kuchiki Rukia blinked at the promised threat. Rukia had observed the Kurosaki family during her time with them, not that they knew about her presence. Although, she thought that Ichigo’s younger twin may have sensed something was off or seen her a few times she sneaked in. Rukia noticed that Konoka and Karin seemed to share some resemblance to each other more than to their respective twins, even sometimes behaving and acting similarly. 

But that was whenever Konoka wasn’t unmotivated to do anything.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure he stays out of your room — wait, what’s that smell?” 

“What smell?” Konoka blinked, acting innocent as though she didn’t know what he meant. She grinned as he eyed her suspiciously, trying to read her or something like that. 

“Were you smoking, again?” 

“Ah, I think Yuzu’s calling — try not to forget about food while you play with yourself!” Konoka chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows at her gaping brother. If there was anyone who could usually make her spill things, then it was Ichigo.

Maybe not everything, but he was one of the few who could keep her in check and get some sense in her. He was also the only one who could calm her down after her fights with their dad. Although, she never specified what they were actually about.

Suna Rintarou, from Haikyuu, smut.

I wasn't planning for that ending but .... XD

Not beta-read.

Smut/ MDNI/ 18+

Chapter 1: 

You gasped, grasping tighter onto the sheets beneath you, attempting to ignore the chuckle from the man between your thighs. His tongue was lapping, greedily drinking the wet juice while his finger was thrusting in and out. Your body trembled, legs cramped. 

“R-Ri~n!” You mewled, briefly closing your eyes.

“Mhmh, I know,” you glanced at him, finding Suna Rintarou looking up at you with that annoying smirk you hated so much. “A little bit more, don’t wanna hurt you.” 

“M-More?!” You startled. You’ve long lost count of how long he’s been eating you out, probably more than ten minutes. Maybe twenty? You weren’t sure, but knew it was long. And by the looks of it, Rintarou didn’t look like he was anywhere near done. 

A finger popped back inside, you moaned. “If I put it in now, I won’t last long.” 

You pouted, “T-That ma-maybe so - ahhhh!” Your body trembled, feeling his finger hitting that sweet, sweet spot. He teased the bud, playing with it as he stared at you in what seemed amazed. 

“Rinnnnn!” You don’t know what you were asking anymore, not when your entire body felt euphoric - when his tongue joined his finger on your bud. On your sweet spot, when he pulled you to another release. 

Your heels dug deeper into his body, one hand on his dark brown hair. One that sometimes looked black. His free hand cupped your naked breast, pulling and playing with the nipple. Then, all of sudden, all the movements ceased. 

“You look magnificent,” Rintarou’s voice slightly shaky as he moved up towards your lips, whispering before his glossy lips devoured yours. Your hand went to his neck, pulling on the tips of his hair. 

As he kissed you, you felt him moving, positioning his hardened cock on your very, very wet folds. He moved your legs around him, making sure you were comfortable. Tongues clashed for dominance, you knew he would win but you still couldn’t help but try. 

“Rin!” You gasped as you felt just the tip of his cock inside you. His throbbing, pre-cum leaking cock slowly slid in, earning groans and moans from both of you. 

His one hand rested on your butt, the other held your captured hand, fingers entwined. Then, he started to slowly move. In an agonisingly slow pace, as if he was testing out your body when he already knew you so well that it was a wonder he didn’t come the second he was inside you. His mouth moved to your breast, biting and sucking as he thrust in and out. 

Moans filled Atsumu’s room, the owner himself had popped out to get more drinks with a darkly muttering Osamu. Rintarou hadn’t wasted time in trapping you on the bed, his mouth on yours and fingers roaming your body. You both knew it would be hell if caught but he couldn’t help it. To Rintarou, the last time had been a bit too long ago. In your mind, two days ago wasn’t long. But when you’d said that, he’d pouted and you could never say no if he gave you the look.

So, here you two were on Atsumu’s bed - Rintarou fucking you senseless. 

Your body felt warmer, back arched upwards as your legs trembled around him - your moans were becoming raspier. He kissed you, picking up the space as he too seemed to have remembered where you two were. 

“Rin, please, please,” you begged, looking at him with pleading eyes. His hand released yours, moving to cup your chin before he kissed you, hungrily and greedily.

He came without a warning, mid-thrusting, in the middle of kissing you. You followed him shortly, your scream muffled by his lips as his tongue dominated in your mouth. Once, Rin had completely emptied himself in you, he rested his forehead on yours, gasping for breath. You laid there, eyes closed as you tried to regain your breathing. You just hoped the twins wouldn’t be back before you had a chance to hop by the shower. 

But of course, you never had such a good luck -

“WE’RE BACK!” The front door downstairs was thrown open, Atsumu’s voice hollering with a scolding Osamu telling him to treat the house better. And not to be such a loudmouth.

You and Rintarou froze, staring at each other with sudden fear. 

“Shit,” he cursed as you two could hear Atsumu stomping towards the kitchen and Osamu doing something in the hallway. Rintarou’s eyes searched for a towel, for anything to give you to clean yourself up before he settled on Atsumu’s shirt on the ground…

You smacked his forehead when you realised whose shirt he gave you, but grabbed it anyway. 

“Oi, ya two - let’s go downstair-,” Osamu stood on the doorway, having opened the door when you two were scrambling for your clothes, the ones that had been pulled off. He stopped, staring at you two with a frozen expression. Rintarou moved to cover you as you hastily secured your blouse and he was pulling up his trousers. 

“Please tell me it was on Tsumu’s bed.” 

You nodded, ignoring the satisfaction on Rintarou’s face.

“And that his shirt?” 

You nodded, red in the face and unable to speak. You wished the ground could swallow you to escape this…Rintarou turned towards you, glancing up and down, making sure you were presentable.

“Tsumu’s,” Rintarou answered, eyeing the bed with a chuckle. 

Osamu shook his head, before pointing at a spare towel hanging on his chair, “Feel free to use that and throw it into the hamper before you come downstairs.” He didn’t stay around to hear your response, almost fleeing from his own bedroom. 

Your head hit against Rin’s chest, muttering something as you felt your whole body on fire. 

“He’s never gonna let us live it down, is he?” 

“Nop,” Rintarou chuckled, his hands moving around you in a comforting manner. 

“He gonna tell Tsumu?” 

“You think he’d pass up on such an opportunity?” 

Welp, this was gonna be full blown angst.

Became... 3295 words... rollercoaster?

I need to write more about Oikawa, honestly.

Not beta read.

No spice/smut.

CHAPTER: HAIKYU - OIKAWA

One would think that watching the person you love being with someone else would eventually de-sanitize you to numbness. Not being noticed, not being acknowledged in that manner. The years of being in that position had done that, enabling you to keep smiling and acting like usual. 

Without him noticing a single thing.

“You’re a fool,” Iwaizumi Hajime told you one evening, when the two of you walked home after Oikawa Tohru ditched you guys for a date. Again. You all knew it was a relationship that wouldn’t last, cause he’d put volleyball over the needs of his girlfriend, but you couldn’t help but wince inwardly as you listened to Oikawa bragging about his girlfriend. 

The way he looked and sparkled, it was like he was talking about volleyball. It didn’t help that the girl hated you with a passion, you’d seen the glare sent your way when Oikawa wasn’t watching, You knew she orchestrated the bullying in methods that weren't noticeable to Oikawa. 

You endured it, fought back when necessary. Sometimes, you reminded to those girls who stayed when they left. But you knew that if you were one of them, you’d probably also walk away because it’s painful to know a sport is more important than a relationship with you. Than you. 

Ironically, you weren’t in a position to even experience what they could.

You glanced at Iwa-chan, a tiniest smile on your lips. Not reaching your eyes, not quite. “Can’t help it,” you replied to your childhood friend. 

The three of you - Oikawa, Iwaizumi and You - had grown up together, living in close quarters had ensured of that. And over the years, You’d fallen helplessly in love with Oikawa Tohru. 

Only to be seen by him as a little sister, not as an opposite sex. 

The nights you’d spent crying, the unsent letters of confessing your love sat hidden in your secret compartment within the wardrobe. At the very bottom of it, somewhere the boys would never look at. The hours spent with Iwaizumi, talking about it - him trying to make you give up, trying to make you see sense and you being unable to do it. 

It all made Iwaizumi very protective of you, being painfully aware of the complexity of the situation, pitying you even. Encouraging you to accept the occasional confessions from other boys, watching your dates crumbling apart faster than a season of volleyball game. Sometimes, Iwaizumi thought they’d been too mean to ask you to be their team’s manager, as it meant being in close proximity and in constant reminder of Oikawa, but every time You surprised him by being able to keep your cool and calm despite everything. 

Despite being another of Oikawa’s fangirls. Despite being in love with him in a painfully obvious way that even the Coaches had noticed it. 

And yet, you kept it professional as a team’s manager.

You went along with whenever Yahaba flirted with you, watching you being all bashful and batting your eyes, before Oikawa managed to easily steal your attention. Leaving Yahaba scowling, muttering something incoherent. You kept Kindaichi and Kunimi on toes, in check - scolded them for what happened with Kageyama, before telling them such behaviour was not allowed here. You talked with Watari, talking about classes and casual chat. You butted heads with Kyotani, showing your fiery and feisty side that only Iwaizumi and Oikawa were aware of the most. 

You chilled with Matsukawa and Hanamaki, often walking with them whenever Oikawa was busy with girls. Whenever you wanted peace from the glares sent your way. You dragged Iwaizumi with you, refusing to let him suffer the girls’ wrath as well. You shared ideas with the Coaches, listened to them and what they wanted you to do as a manager. 

You were protective of the boys, like a hawk - watching over them. Even if you weren’t passionate about volleyball like some of the members were, you only joined cause Oikawa wanted you to see him play. 

Your feelings towards Oikawa wasn’t a secret to the boys, they’d figured it out pretty quickly and out of respect for you, they kept it quiet. They’d guide you out of sketchy situations, step in if needed. 

“Can’t or won’t?” Iwaizumi scoffed, looking you square in the eyes. You knew why he brought this up, you’d seen Oikawa kissing his girlfriend before Iwaizumi covered your eyes and pulled you away, whispering not to watch. 

You’d seen that very girl confessing to Oikawa too, having been on the way to refill the bottles for the boys. You’d done your job, barely able to keep your emotions in check as Oikawa accepted it with a smile. You’d thought that he’d focus on the Nationals but no, he’d chosen to try and do both. He hadn’t even told you, you’d seen it and it had been Matsukawa and Hanamaki who told you later. 

Both of them wearing expressions of concern, before they dragged you out for a night to get away from Oikawa and his new girlfriend. Matsukawa had stolen your phone, refusing to let you answer Oikawa’s calls, typing only responses to Iwaizumi (who later joined your trio) while Hanamaki kept you distracted and busy. You’d dealt with a pouting Oikawa the next day, on your way to school. Saying some bullshite lie that appeared to satisfy Oikawa. 

“Liking someone isn’t rational,” You said with a sigh, skipping on the stones as you two walked, passing the Ramen spot the team liked to frequent. It was packed with people and for a moment you thought you heard a familiar laughter before opting to ignore it. 

Iwaizumi snorted, “I’m well aware of that,” he didn’t like to see you like this. He treasured you, maybe a bit more than he should but watching someone he cared about being hurt twisted something in his heart. 

You both knew that realistically Oikawa Tohru would never love anyone more than he loved volleyball. He wouldn’t be satisfied with a life without volleyball in it. Whoever ended up with him, would have to know that and accept this part of their friend. Which was why, Iwaizumi hoped you’d find someone better. 

Someone who’d be able to focus on You, give You the love he thought you deserved after everything. It just wouldn’t be Oikawa. 

“It’s not easy, Iwa-chan,” you said, letting Iwaizumi take your bag as you walked on the edge of the street barrier, holding up your hands like a child. He glanced behind you, no cars in sight. 

“Tell me about it,” he grumbled, recalling every night you’d laid on his bed whenever Oikawa managed to break your heart even more. He recalled the conversation between him, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, the one where they told him that they preferred You to fall for him - Iwaizumi instead. Because he wouldn’t hurt you. 

Iwaizumi preferred that too, even though he knew it would never happen. 

You refused to use him to get over that Shittykawa, even when they offered you that option. You refused to use anyone. Even Matsukawa or Hanamaki, thanking them with a grateful smile. They’d even offered her to date Yahaba, which you refused before launching your pillow at them. You loved them, they were your pipeline and rock.

“You don’t think I haven’t tried it?” You jumped to Iwaizumi’s side, taking back your schoolbag and clasped your hands together. Your skirt twirled around you, your long hair dancing without its usual ponytail restriction. “The past few dates and relationships…in the end, I think that as long as we’re in close proximity…getting over Oikawa Tohru will be impossible.” 

Iwaizumi scratched the back of his head, looking displeased and annoyed. He wanted you both to be happy, heck he hated seeing you in such a state. Crying over a volleyball loving idiot like that. It might be a reason why his punches were a tad stronger than usual, because you’ve cried the night before. He wasn’t sure if Oikawa had an inkling of your feelings towards him, if he knew then he was good at hiding it.

And shittier for not addressing it, for flaunting his relationships around you. 

“You’ll understand it, the day you fall for someone like this,” you giggled at the face Iwaizumi made at your words. “You’ll realise that girls and volleyball aren’t the same.”

“OI! DON’T FUCKING LUMP ME TOGETHER WITH THAT SHITTYKAWA!” You burst into a laughter at Iwaizumi’s outburst, seeing the vein popping on his forehead as he went red in his face and tried to smack you for even suggesting such a thing. 

As you, rather playfully, kept running and dodging from the Ace of Seijoh’s volleyball boy’s team, you could hear him sputtering some nonsense about not needing TWO Shittykawa. About how he knew the differences and then some incoherent words muttered under his breath. 

He waved you off at your house’s gates, telling you to text him if you needed something and stalked off towards his home. Two houses down the street. Oikawa’s was next to his. 

You knew what was awaiting you in your room, in the darkness when you tried to fall asleep - you’d be thinking about the years spent in an unrequited love towards Oikawa Tohru. The twisting pain whenever he introduced you as his sister, not by blood. Maybe Iwa-chan was right - you were a fool. A hopeless fool who should know better. 

Know your place. 

He’d introduced you to the Karasuno team members as “my amazing sister and our manager” as well, making Kageyama blink. Hinata had actually believed you two to be siblings before you corrected it, saying it’s a nonsense Shittykawa likes to say. You’d smacked him after he taunted the crows, bowing in an apology and said you’re looking forward to an official match before walking back to the rest of the team. With Oikawa trailing after you, whining about cruel and evil treatment. You’d waved and winked at Kageyama, who’d blushed in confusion. 

You knew there were some amazing volleyball players, but you’d never seen a quick attack similar to what Kageyama and Hinata had shown them during the practice match. You stood there rooted, watching them with shock and awe, completely ignoring any attempts from Oikawa to catch your attention. You ignored how his spikes were a tad stronger, keeping your eyes on Kageyama and Hinata instead. 

You couldn’t help but be proud of your kouhai, seeing Kageyama growing up and learning to work in and with a team that accepted him. It made you recall seeing his previous team abandoning him, and when you later accidentally happened to overhear Kindaichi and Kunimi talking with Kageyama, was that an apology there? It made your heart swell with pride for the boys. 

The quick attack also made you look forward to seeing it more. 

Little by little, your attention started to move from Oikawa’s spikes to the weird attack combo from the duo. You wanted to understand it, be ready and possibly help your boys destroy it. You’d speculated about it with the Coaches, with Iwaizumi, not noticing their looks of surprise as you sparkled. 

Your hurt had clouded you in ways you hadn’t quite realised. 

You didn’t notice Oikawa’s expression change, you didn’t hear him and Iwaizumi arguing about it. Something about it made you re-think your future career, it made you think if there was something else you might want to do instead. The chance to be surprised by another similar move. The chance to see more amazing attacks and combinations from different players.

Before it all, You’d planned to leave the volleyball world, possibly to try and avoid Oikawa as much as possible, without being forced to give an explanation that would eventually lead you revealing your unrequited feelings. Iwaizumi knew about it, so did Matsukawa and Hanamaki. 

However, three single matches against the Karasuno team had changed it all.

“...I don’t like this!” Oikawa grumbled, when he noticed your reading about the possible attacks it could be, narrowing his eyes when he saw Kageyama’s name scribbled on the page. He ignored Hinata’s. 

You looked up at him, blinking. Not missing the bitter tone, they’d just lost a chance to get to the Nationals for one last time - a chance to possibly defeat Ushiwaka. You, Iwaizumi and Oikawa had settled in Iwa’s room, with your notes sprawled around and mumbling about Kageyama and Hinata. 

Iwaizumi had popped out for a quick shower, having let you two go first. Your hair was still slightly dripping on Iwaizumi’s blanket. 

“Eh?” 

“You being so focused on Tobio-chan!” Oikawa snapped, pointing a finger at your notebook. There it was, the familiar face whenever someone even so much as mentioned either Ushijima or Kageyama. You knew his insecurities when it came to those two but failed to properly understand it. 

The door cracked open, and something flew at Oikawa’s head. It landed with a loud thud and yelp from the boy, you glanced at annoyed Iwaizumi. 

“She’s trying to help us by figuring that weird combo out, you dumbass!” 

“You didn’t have to throw a shampoo bottle at me, Iwa-chan!” 

“It’s not like she’s being taken away by Kageyama, so keep that shit to yourself!” 

“She didn’t look at me during the match!” 

“Huh? She did!” 

You sighed, opting to ignore their bickering, writing down one final remark and pulling them back into your bag. Oikawa was now running around the room, trying to avoid being kicked by Iwaizumi, the sight of it made you pull out your phone and record it. You snorted at the stupid insults and throwbacks, dodging whenever Oikawa tried to use you as a shield. 

The evening ended with you on the bed, and boys sprawled on the floor on the futons. You fell asleep, listening to Oikawa talking about volleyball, a smile on your lips. 

It hadn’t been long since the loss, since seeing Karasuno win against Shiratorizawa - against Ushijima Wakatoshi. You knew Oikawa wasn’t happy, knew he was sulking. Even more when his girlfriend ended up dumping him before the games. It hadn’t prevented him from being at the top of his games, but you did see him somewhat less energetic. 

Iwaizumi had suggested a sleep over, knowing things like that would be scarce in the coming months, especially once you guys graduated. He and Oikawa had already left the volleyball team, you decided to stay but not full time. You’d go, interact with the remaining members and help them when needed. You knew Oikawa kept practising, playing whenever he could. Spending more time now that he was single, once again. 

When you guys talked about the future, you knew nothing would be the same, again. Iwaizumi wanted to visit the US, maybe study there. Oikawa would be going to Brazil. And you’d stay behind. 

Oikawa watched you sleeping quietly, ignoring Iwa-chan’s slight snore. A part of him detested Kageyama even more, knowing what had caught your attention so much, why you weren’t trailing after him anymore instead focusing on something else. He was almost going to ask you to come with him to Brazil, not wanting you to stay behind and maybe, potentially, be in a situation where he’d one day hear news of you and Kageyama dating. 

No matter how ridiculous that thought was. 

Kageyama had already taken a lot from him, he wouldn’t let him take You too. 

Not a chance in hell. 

“Shittykawa,” Iwa-chan mumbled, barely audible as he kept his voice to minimum to avoid waking you up. Oikawa’s eyes snapped to his best-friend, who could somehow tell what he was thinking. 

“...When are you gonna stop calling me that?” He grumbled, pouting. 

“When you stop being one,” Iwaizumi responded. 

Oikawa grumbled something.

“Let her do what she wants,” Iwaizumi added before he could say anything. His eyes snapped at the sleeping You, looking so serene and peaceful. He could feel Iwa-chan narrowing his eyes at him. There was a warning in his friend’s voice. 

“Not letting Tobio-chan take her,” Oikawa mumbled as if that explained everything, remembering the way You had cheered, probably the loudest, after Karasuno won against Shiratorizawa. The looks the crows had sent your way upon hearing your voice. 

His words earned him a glare. “She’s not yours.”

“I’m aware!” 

“Then act like it.” 

“I’ll never accept it if she ends up with either Tobio-chan or Ushiwaka.” 

“Even if it’s her choice?” 

“Never,” Oikawa glared at Iwa-chan, wanting his best-friend to understand why he’d never let one of them take You as well. 

Iwa-chan sighed, “You’ll rue the day she walks away if you keep acting like that.” 

“I’d rather see her with you, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa admitted, running a hand through his brown hair. Iwaizumi blinked at him. “I want to see her happy, with someone who can give her what she needs.” 

You never heard the conversation nor were you ever told about it, even when you watched Oikawa and Iwaizumi leaving the country. One by one, when you hugged them and promised to keep in touch. You didn’t know about the promise Oikawa had forced on both Matsukawa and Hanamaki, to keep an eye on you and not to let you get too friendly with Kageyama and Ushijima. 

You passed your entrance exams better than expected, landing yourself a spot in the university. The one that was your last minute change, taking a step closer to becoming someone involved in the volleyball world. You kept watching Oikawa play whenever you could, kept an eye out for Kageyama and Ushijima and heard from the gossip mill that Hinata had left for Brazil after his own graduation two years later. 

Over the years, your unrequited love towards Oikawa Tohru diminished, the distance allowing you not to see him as much - not to be in his vicinity, hearing and smelling and touching him. It helped you to move on, something Iwaizumi had treated you to lunch for, once he got back from the States. He told you about his travels, about meeting with Ushijima and how the man, he’d been looking for, turned out to be Ushijima’s father. 

Your friendships with Hanamaki, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi were still as strong as ever, even if you guys couldn’t see each other as often as you did at school. It hadn’t broken. It hadn’t crumbled. You’d eventually stopped crying over Oikawa, having spent too long crying after he left the country. After you’d turned down his offer for you to go with him, knowing it would never end in a way you desired. 

It took you almost four years when you finally realised you could look at Oikawa Tohru and not feel a twinge in your heart, knowing you’d grown up and gotten over of that foolish crush on him.

You could finally accept being called his sister, not by blood but chosen one, without feeling as though someone was crushing your heart. 

You could finally start looking at someone else…in ways he deserved. 

It wouldn’t be Kageyama nor Ushijima, you knew that much. Despite Oikawa’s fears, despite him telling you not to get taken away by one of them. The first time you’d heard such an accusation, you’d straight up laughed. Laughed until your stomach hurt and you cried. He hadn’t been pleased, had pouted. 

This time, your smiles would be directed at this person instead of Oikawa. The attention and swelling of your heart, that flutter in your stomach whenever he was with you. This time, you knew it wouldn’t be an unrequited love, not when you caught him looking at you with longing. 

This time, you wouldn’t be spending nights crying over him. 

I almost forgot about this, but when I started this...I considered making it into Kuroko Tetsuya smut but picked Kagami instead with how it was going.

I do love this Bakagami.

18+/ MDNI

Not beta-read

CHAPTER: Kuroko no Basuke - Kagami

If there’s something you knew to be true about your fellow club members, then it was they didn’t know when to give up. 

Especially Kagami Taiga and Kuroko Tetsuya. 

The most resilient duo, a combination that often reminded you of the good old days before the Teiko team fell apart, when Aomine and Tetsuya were still an amazing combo - a fearsome Light and a Shadow. The happier times where they all just loved basketball, and not thinking about how they’d humiliate their opponents.

You especially loved to mess with Kagami, often standing in the Seirin gym while holding Nigou in your arms or he was nestled up on your head, and worked on the notes for Riko. The pup happily tagged its tail, occasionally barking if he wanted to remind his presence and seemingly to tease the red-hair. 

You heard Kagami’s theories that Nigou had figured out how easy it was to rile him up, how the dog would just appear out of nowhere to simply mess with him, but what Kagami didn’t know was that you somewhat taught the dog to do so. It was funny to see him squirm. Especially, when he acted all so tough and mighty.

You and Riko cooed at the Tetsuya Nigou, briefly forgetting about it the boys stuck in a hellish training schedule Riko herself put them through.

“Seriously, Kuroko, can’t you leave that dog at home?!?” Kagami huffed, glaring at the expert of Misdirection. At the former member of Generation of Miracles and your current best-friend. 

Blue eyes widened in a practiced manner, looking a tad too innocent for him to be a high schooler, a look that always pulled the heart strings of those unsuspecting. “You wound me, Kagami-kun.” There was a hint of something in Tetsuya’s voice, which you caught. Kagami didn’t, or he did but didn’t want to admit noticing it. “The Coach and Manager look happy with Nigou here and you want to rob them of that?” 

The latter part was said a bit louder, earning annoyed looks from both girls. You, however, quickly smirked upon seeing Kagami’s flinch. It was a special treat for you to see him like this, however evil it was of you.

“You…that was said on purpose! You know I’m not good with dogs around!” 

“And yet, you’re perfectly capable of talking,” you joined the chat, scratching the pup’s chin, who seemed to be smirking at Kagami as he fully enjoyed the act.

Kagami let out a series of inaudible protests, coming to a stop upon reaching the goal. The slackers behind him had long lost the will to argue with him about this topic. 

Hyuga gratefully took the towel you have him, eyeing the dog with a look. Teppei merely smacked Kagami’s back, telling him it's more fun this way.

Koganei and Tsuchida were sprawled on the floor, covered in sweat and towels dropped on their faces by a smiling Mitobe. Izuki was devouring a water bottle, while listening to Hyuga and Teppei arguing about who ran faster. The other first years, Furihata, Fukuda and Kawahara were pretending to be dead, pools of sweat covering their asses. You snickered at the sight, not feeling the least bit sorry for them.

“Whose side are you on?” Kagami demanded from You, making you simply shrug and point at the fluffy pup in your arms. Kagami eyed your hands around the pup, the way you held the creature as though you had no care for anything else. 

He recalled the last night…where he held you as you two fell asleep. 

A blush appeared on his cheeks, and your smirk widened. 

You knew exactly what he was thinking of. 

“Nigou’s, of course,” you cooed at the happy pup, who let out a bark. “Never even a question.” 

Kagami let out several curses, before he turned around and walked off. You chuckled, high-fiving Riko as she barked orders for the boys to take a break before they’ll resume training.

Hours later, you walked into Kagami’s apartment. The invitation to come sat in your emails, in the phone that was pocketed in your jacket. A part of you wondered how pissed off the red-haired would be - would he even entertain anything or…did you push your luck with him a bit too much? 

You knocked, and after a minute of waiting, you heard sounds of movement and the door was barely pushed open before you were tugged inside. 

Your hands were pushed above your head, held together by his hand, and his red eyes glared down at you. The door fell closed with a click, lock clicking shut. 

“You,” Kagami Taiga growled, so close to your face that you could feel his breath on you. That you could read his eyelashes, almost. That you could see the emotions swirling in his red eyes. “Having fun messing with me?” His lips hovered over yours, so close that if you leaned forward you could kiss him. 

He didn’t let you, though. You swallowed.

“Mmhmh,” you admitted, eyes on his lips before trailing down to his body. 

He’d just come from the shower, drops of water still dripping on his body. The towel was wrapped around his torso, upper body part barely covered by his tank shirt. You shifted, feeling the heat in your lower body part. It was unfair by how much of a turn on Kagami was for you. A simple sight like this was enough to make you want to get him on top of you - you wanted to wreck him, ruin his innocence and all of that. 

His hand pushed your chin up, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes.

“What should I do with this little vixen, mh?” He said, voice husky as his lips pretended to touch your skin. Teasing you by almost kissing you, but not fully.

You whimpered, feeling his hand moving up and down on your body. His fingers groped your butt, squeezing it and moving himself to you. You felt the heat on his body, the fresh scent of shower and body wash. You gulped.

“Ruin me?” You could barely hear your voice, barely able to recognise it. 

You could feel your panties soaking, feel it dripping on your tights. Your breathing got heavier, moan after moan with every touch from Kagami. 

“Remember, you asked for this,” Kagami said, before his lips were on yours and as your hands were released, they wrapped around his neck. Pulling him closer to you, needing him to break the barriers between you two. Your leg wrapped around his waist, the wetness of your juices tainted his towel that was slipping. 

You whispered his name, nibbling with his earlobe. Sucking on his neck as he fingered you, not pulling down your panties just yet. Your back was still against the wall, still in the hallway. Your skirt had lifted up just enough to reveal your skin, making him lose himself even more. 

Kagami knew what you were up to, both here and back at school. He knew you loved to mess with him by bringing in Nigou. But he also knew you loved the pup. It was just a bonus for you to see him squirm. So, he purposefully made you squirm instead. He loved to play with you, tease you and bring you to the edge. 

Your leg trembled, wrapped around him, and all you could focus on was Kagami Taiga and his touch on you. He sucked on your skin, teeth tugged on your breasts after he got rid of your shirt and bra. His fingers brushed past the ruined panties, smirking when he felt how wet you were for him. 

Your hands grasped on his red hair, tugging him and wordlessly telling him you needed more. Even as his fingers started to thrust in and out, moving precisely and as someone who knew your body well. Your relationship had started sometime after the team beat Midorima’s, it wasn’t a complete defeat but a tie - and yet, Midorima acted like it was. 

No one in the team knew, ah, but Tetsuya knew. He’d figured it out the next day, seeing Kagami’s blush and his awkward reaction to you the next day. 

You cummed with a moan, “Taigaaaaaa,” you begged, watching him stare at his finger covered in your juices. He licked it clean, moaning before his lips crashed against yours, tongues clashing as you heard towel falling on the ground and your panties being torn off. He wasted no time in positioning his cock and pushing in you with one shift move.

“Fuck, so tight,” Kagami said, hoarsely. His eyes widened from lust, from need and desire. You knew yours were the same. He pulled your other leg up, holding you up by grasping tightly onto your butt. 

“Please, please, please, please, please, please - Taigaaaaa,” you weren’t sure what you were asking for but you wanted everything he’d give you. 

He thrusted in and out of you in that hallway, barely a foot away from the front door. Not bothering to be quiet as he fucked you, as he kissed you, as he unravelled you. Not bothering to be quiet when he took you to his bedroom later and you rode him. Or when he took you from behind. You wondered if there was a place in the apartment left where you two hadn’t done it on, maybe the kitchen counter. 

That was for the sake of keeping something clean.

You moaned as he ate you, lying you down on his living room’s floor. He didn’t seem to care for the juices from both you and him, enjoying the way your body squirmed and trembled. The way you’d lost your ability to say anything besides his name, besides please. 

Kagami kept to his word, he followed your pleading to ruin you as he fucked you, as he ate you and then fucked you, again. Until you both collapsed in his bed. Until, a few hours later, he carried you, half-asleep, to the showers to clean you up. Until you two fell asleep, cuddling and holding each other. Your body sore and tired. 

On some days, you and Kagami would have morning sex before you went to school, you had to go by your home to pick up your uniform and bag (sometimes you brought them along with you). Sometimes, you’d watch him sleep as he slept next to you, smiling as your hands trailed on his muscled body. 

This is the Aizawa smut I wanted to write, instead of the threesome.

Wrote it before sleep on the phone.

Chapter:

As Shirakumo Oboro's older sister, you had met both Shota and Hizashi back during the U.A days. You were two years older, but that didn't stop your brother from seeking you out. 

He'd often ask you for ideas, ask you to talk about your hero internships. Anything to get both Shota and Hizashi more interested and accept his suggestion to make an agency together.  

His death has crushed you to the point where you stopped using your father's name and went by your mother's. To the point where it became difficult to see his two best-friends he left behind. 

And yet, despite all that pain - something kept pulling you back to them. Or maybe it was the fact that the boys refused to leave you alone, they appeared to have promised to keep you safe, at the very least.

Over the years, your relationship with the two became different and interesting. Iida Tensei, your long time boyfriend had somewhat reluctantly accepted their presence in your life, perhaps not as reluctantly as you thought him.

By all means, Tensei was a perfect boyfriend. A perfect Hero.

But something was missing for you.

Maybe it was the dry eyes, long dark hair…maybe…you didn't know what. 

You did know that while your relationship with Hizashi was purely platonic, almost like siblings - that had never been the case between you and Shota. 

There was always underlying tension, attraction. An unspoken appeal.

One that was never acted on, not by words. Maybe, when you laid next to the Eraserhead in his bed, watching sleeping, words weren't always needed. Your relationship with Tensei was rocky.

It had ended a few months before his younger brother joined the U.A as Shoto's student. You weren't a full time teacher there, rather a part-time one. 

Most of your time was focused on working with the police, a public section dealing with dangerous tasks. Topics and dealings that were more common for an underground Hero to take on, rather than someone else in top 30 like you.

You shifted, blanket falling from your bare body. 

Sleep wasn't easy to come, with Tensei you'd often pretend or take sleeping pills to get through the night. With Shota, sometimes you'd fall asleep on his couch. 

Sometimes, all you needed was his scent. 

Hizashi often pestered you about it, trying to understand why neither of you tried to act on your more than obvious feelings towards each other.

He'd threaten to lock you both up in a small room if nothing happened or moved forward. Or he'd simply shout your ears dead.

Your name was mumbled, making you look from the window to back at your sleeping lover.

“Can't sleep?” Aizawa Shota mumbled, not even opening his eyes as his hand moved to grasp mine.

You nodded, even though he couldn't see it. “Yeah, I was thinking.”

“About?’

“Hizashi’s threat of locking us up, Oboro's wish to see us all become Heroes…the matter with Tensei,” you listed, holding up three fingers.

He opened his dark eyes, almost black, and stared at you. Your brother was a sore topic, but he knew what your nightmare contained. 

Them all dying.

Oboro was crushed by a collapsed building, you hadn't been there so you only heard and saw the body later. It was horrible. 

“Come here,” he said, yanking you by your hand causing you to collapse against his equally naked body. 

Shota's hands wrapped around you, lips grazing your forehead as he mumbled promises of not going anywhere. All while you could feel his erection against your bare body. 

He rubbed his eyes, and you used it as a chance to kiss him. His lips were still the same soft, tasty and familiar as hours ago. He grunted, letting you position yourself so that you were now straddling him.

You could feel his cock against your vagina, moving purposefully slowly as you grinded on him. Drawing you moans and low curses from the man underneath you.

His hands gripped on your hips, keeping you in place and not letting you change your mind. 

Your lips had moved to his neck, sucking and pulling on it, sure to leave a mark or two. Not that anyone would see it with all the bandages he had around his neck, acting as a type of a weapon. 

He groaned as your hands positioned his throbbing, hardened cock before you pushed yourself all the way down. A satisfied moan escaped your lips, cheeks flushed with lust. 

Your breasts bounced as you started to move, Shota’s hand moved to grope it. Playing with it, pulling and pinching your hardened nipples.

Skin against skin, moans, groans and curses filled the room. 

The tip of his cock hitting you just in the right place, the inside of your vagina still wet from his previous touch. Even if it was a few hours ago, and he'd been asleep after it.

You tried, but the feeling of finally having Shota between your tights, in your arms and his mouth sucking your vagina…had kept you awake.

It had left you wanting more and more, the years old pent up tension and desire had bottled up.

You bounced on his cock, keeping a steady rhythm. Tensei hadn't liked you riding him, he didn't like anything that wasn't normal. Or ordinary in sex, by his words.

On the other hand, Shota appeared to understand your needs and he had some as well. He allowed you to explore, you'd responded in kind to this.

Your body trembled as his finger slid into your ass, making in circles as you rode his cock. 

“Shota!”

His name was the only thing you could think about, the only word you could say. 

Even when he pulled you down for a hungry kiss. Fingers grasping tightly to your light blue hair like your brother's had been.

He pulled on them, he bit your lip lightly as his finger in your butt started to thrust in and out. All you could focus on was Aizawa Shota fucking you.

Or you riding him.

His lips and touch were making your body tremble with need and excitement. You didn't know how you'd managed not to jump him before.

Suddenly, he flipped you both around with your back hitting the bed and Shota was on top. His hair was wildly falling, his hands gripping tightly to you. 

Movements became erratic, unsteady and less controlled. You could feel the heat, the need for a release, muttering so. 

He merely kissed you, thrusting in and out with a stronger force until you both came with a cry. A cry and hungry kiss. His cock was still inside of you, releasing his seed into you.

Your legs trembled, wrapped around his torso.

“Sleep,” he ordered, leaning down for one more kiss before he laid down, again. Wrapping his arms around you and nestled to sleep.

This is something that I didn't originally planned for.... but here it is, a threesome with Yamada Hizashi "Present Mic" X reader X Aizawa Shota "Eraserhead.

Not beta-read.

MDNI, 18+

Chapter:

As Shirakumo Oboro's older sister, you had met both Shota and Hizashi back during the U.A days. You were two years older, but that didn't stop your brother from seeking you out. 

He'd often ask you for ideas, ask to talk about your hero internships and anything related to what you’ve seen as a third year recently graduated older sibling. Your specialty lies in working closely with the police, as that’s what you desired more than being an independent Pro-Hero. Anything to get both Shota and Hizashi more interested and accept his suggestion to make an agency together. He’d asked you to join them, but you’d ruffled his hair and refused with a headshake and smile. You were known for talking a lot about your sibling, adoring him and often making time to spend time with him.   

His death has crushed you to the point where you stopped using your father's name and went by your mother's. To the point where you couldn’t look in the mirror and see yourself with the same shade of hair colour as his, dying it a bit darker, you did keep the origins of the same color. You often wondered about the what-ifs. 

Another thing you couldn’t stand for a while was seeing Oboro’s two best-friends he left behind. Yamada Hizashi and Aizawa Shota. You liked the two, enjoyed their friendship and company. But after your brother's death, something kept you away from them until they graduated and became Pro-Heroes themselves. 

Until a run-in with them during a job, and things started to get back to as normal as they were, without the presence of your brother. You told them to call you by your given name because it was easier than anything else. No matter how often you tried to pull away, neither allowed that to happen - they were stubborn.

Over the years, your relationship with Hizashi and Shota changed, shifting to something that was unique to your trio. They’d become your beings, and you theirs. It was as simple as that. 

At first, Iida Tensei, your long time boyfriend, had some hesitance in accepting this manner of friendship, knowing you’d always choose them over anyone else in a heartbeat. Knowing the loss you suffered, and yet it still brought a strain to your relationship with Tensei. Tensei, who by all means a perfect Hero, a perfect boyfriend…

But it wasn’t enough for you, and so you ended things for real. 

You weren’t planning on going back to Tensei, instead you chose to free him from this rollercoaster of a relationship that was on and off. 

You’d told that much to Hizashi and Shota, drinking with them on your couch, after the breakup. Listening to their own concerns about you and Tensei, and them comforting you. Later that night, one thing led to another and before you knew it - the three of you were in the bed. 

Shota’s arms grasped on your body as Hizashi’s tongue thrust in and out of your very wet vagina, playing with the clitoris as your body quivered. Shota’s fingers pinched and pulled on your nipples as his lips devoured yours. Tongues clashing, moans and grunts and groans filling the room. Your hand grasped onto Hizahi’s long blond hair, keeping him steady between your tights, legs wrapped around him in a need for more. 

You felt Shota’s cock against your lower back, rubbing yourself against him in desire. Sweet words were encouraged, promises of taking better care of you and how good of a girl you were were whispered. Muttered into your ear, muttered as Hizashi tongue fucked you. 

You came with your head resting on Shota’s chest, Hizahi’s moaning in delight. 

His eyes gleamed, and you gave him a pleading look - begging him to give you more, begging them for more. You wanted them both, at the same time - you wanted them to wreck you, ruin you for any other man. 

And they gave you that, clothes were thrown on the floor - fingers thrusting in and out of your body, before cocks entered your body. You screamed, hearing the calming whispers. They worshipped your body, kissing everywhere they could reach as they pounded in and out of you. Slick juices filled you, you could hear the skin hitting the skin. 

Hizashi’s at the front, and Shota from the back. 

Your hands around Hizahi’s neck, lips going from one to another. Hizashi, Shota, Hizashi, Shota. You held tightly on to them both, orgasming before you realised it. Shota picked up the speed, with Hizashi slowing down to allow his friend to come first. He did with a loud curse and resting his forehead on yours.

Then, Hizashi picked up the speed - pounding into you with a tireless stamina, need and kissing both you and Shota. Shota hadn’t pulled out of you, no. He kept going, holding you steady in place and letting you ride it out. 

You’d mentioned the boredom you felt with Tensei, the safe ways he always had with sex. How you rarely cummed, and the boys felt the need to show you exactly what having real orgasm was. It was how you ended up having a threesome with Yamada Hizashi and Aizawa Shota, how they rode you until you could no longer cum. 

I wrote this ....when I should've been asleep.

Not beta-read.

Doesn't contain smut, has some hints.

This takes place after the final chapter, with the time skip. Past instances are mentioned. Might contain spoilers if you're not up to speed with manga.

Chapter:

You weren't certain what exactly it was about Bakugo Katsuki that called your undivided attention. 

From the very moment you saw him, he'd captured your attention and at some point later your heart. It wasn't something you were willing to admit. No matter the amount of teasing you got for constantly talking about him, or staring at him and the lame excuses of saying ‘someone gotta look after him never know what trouble he's gonna land himself in’. An excuse that made Ashido giggle even more.

You had little to no doubt that Bakugo barely remembered your name. It was a surprise if he knew you existed. 

A fact you'd come to accept.

It wasn't until after Midoriya Izuku left U.A that the two of you unwittingly grew closer. The events leading up to it had been the trigger but without Deku there, you'd become someone for Bakugo to lean on. You wouldn't say he did that with Midoriya.

Definitely not.

But since then, he’d seemed to grow more acceptable, or perhaps he’d been fearful of someone else walking out on them like Midoriya did? You didn’t know what exactly it was but Bakugo had grown protective of the people he deemed worthy of it, especially of you. You’d fit well into the Bakugo-squad dynamics, having fun with Kirishima and Ashido, teasing Kaminari and calling Bakugo out on his shit. 

You hadn’t been in the know about the One for All quirk, nor the fact that Midoriya Izuku had inherited it. You did learn from Bakugo, on the same day when Deku left, that he was aware of it all - the reason why he’d gone after him in the first place during the first part of the war. You’d listened, patiently and attentively listening, wanting to understand their dynamics without secrets. 

To you, Midoriya was the first one to make you accept your own Quirk and your classmates as friends. Your parents had been pro-heroes, but not in the top 20 or anywhere close to it. You knew their desires to be acknowledged, for the family name to be known and accepted. It was all you’d been sent to do in the U.A. But everything changed the moment Midoriya Izuku aka Deku figured out your pain and saved you from that loneliness. 

In all fairness, falling for the green-haired Hero would’ve been a better choice than Bakugo Katsuki but your heart wants what it wants. Plus you knew he liked Uraraka Ochako, even if he tried not to show it. You never regretted falling for the angry pomeranian boy, not then and not now.

You let out a sigh, fingers tapping against your thighs as you waited for Bakugo to finish up the meeting with his sidekicks. They were having a meeting, a wrap-up in his office and you sat right outside the office, sitting on the comfy chair. Reminiscing about the past wasn't something you'd thought to find yourself doing today. 

Maybe it was because you visited Midoriya at U.A, chatting with him, Aizawa and your other former teachers. Everyone in your class had become heroes besides Midoriya, who lost his Quirk after the War.

Instead, he became a teacher. 

You had to admit it oddly suited him, for a man who was a prominent figure in stopping the villains eight years ago. Even though you could tell he seemed to be somewhat restless in his position.

A golden gleam glinted back on your finger, making you look up and towards Bakugo’s office. A lot of things had changed within the years.

Bakugo almost dying had made you finally admit everything to him, refusing to go through that moment of heartbreaking fear, ever again. The fear of not knowing what was going to happen to Bakugo had compelled you to act, to confess no matter the result. 

You knew the war had left a heavy toll on everyone involved, you yourself would occasionally wake up from a nightmare, screaming only to find yourself wrapped in Bakugo’s protective arms as he whispered ‘you’re safe, it's just a dream.’ He’d rock you back to sleep, holding you gently.

Nearby, on a TV screen in the hallway showed Todoroki Shoto, number two hero, talking about his recent achievement and fight against a villain. You watched it with a smile, recalling the celebration party and how later Ochako had excitedly given you the news of finally dating Midoriya. You’d congratulated with a teary eyes, happy to see your friends together and moving on to being romantically involved. 

You chuckled at the memory, remembering the blush on your friend and the tongue-tied stutter when she re-told the confession. 

“What are you chuckling at?” Bakugo's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you blink as you turned to him. 

Your husband stood there, scars littering on his body, and yet, he was still as handsome as he'd been as a teenager. Perhaps, a bit more. And he was all yours, you thought with a smile. He was dressed in his Hero costume, years had been kind on him, making him still look as brilliant and young as he did in high school. You were proud to call him yours. 

You stood up, waiting for him to approach you. “Ochako and Izuku,” you said, gently. Noticing the new sidekicks peeking at the two of you, blinking and staring and whispering at the sight of the two of you - at you, with them being new and not having met you before. His old sidekicks hadn’t lasted long enough, nor had you felt the need to ease their minds about your husband’s known attitude.

Bakugo snorted, “Ah, took them long enough.” His reddish eyes looked you up and down, seemingly to be searching for any injuries or something wrong. Smiling only when he found none, grabbing your hand and started to lead you out of the building. It was a habit Bakugo had taken up since you two got married, having the need to know where you were and if you were safe. In a non-suffocating manner.

“Izuku was barely able to tell me about it on the phone,” he added, blatantly ignoring people around us.

To the public, your marriage was both shocking and unexpected. To them, your personalities couldn’t have been more different - including your Quirks. Like on the opposite ends, one was explosive and the other calming. But to the people in the U.A it was something they'd nearly placed bets on. Had that been legal. You did know that Kaminari, Kirishima and Mineta had a weird bet going on who was going to confess first and such.

It'd been fun watching the three almost barbequed by a pissed off Bakugo once he discovered that you had refused to stop it despite Midoriya's request. You still had the video you’d taken, occasionally reminding Mineta about it whenever he crossed the limits.

“And it took us exactly what to get together?” You asked, giggling when he probed your side.

“That's different,” Bakugo grunted, a small blush on his cheeks.

You giggled.

“Out of our entire class, we’re the first to live together, date each other and having married from our class,” you looked down at your matching golden wedding bands, ones Bakugo was pointing at. With your names and wedding date engraved in them. 

That was true, you had to admit the surprise that Jiro and Kaminari still hadn't gotten together, despite the suspicious amount of closeness and the looks exchanged when they thought no one was watching. Or their agencies being next door to each other. Or having almost run into Kaminari leaving Jiro’s place the next day, having suspiciously stayed over. 

“Why wait when you know what you want?” Bakugo said, navigating you towards the car he’d parked in the underground parking lot. A black SUV.

“True, but we've made it work,” you said, adjusting the safety seatbelt, waiting for your husband to get in the driver's seat. 

Two years into your marriage, you'd quit your Hero work, opting to become a full time housewife. Occasionally, you did accept helping Aizawa and Midoriya at U.A. You found it to be easier to focus on your marriage, having seen the previous strain your former work brought with it. 

The constant concern on your husband's face. For both of your sake, it was better this way. You had no regrets. 

“Dunce face needs to get his fucking shit together as well,” Bakugo muttered, igniting the car. You snorted, something's never changed.

And for that you found yourself being grateful.

“Want to get something before we go home or do you have any plans today?” You asked as the car joined the traffic in the streets.

His hand found yours, clutching it briefly. “Straight home,” Bakugo's voice sounded rougher than he meant. “I fucking missed you, need you before we decide to do anything else.”

You blushed, noticing the way his reddish eyes glanced at your body. The way he wet his lips, the way his hand would occasionally itch too close to your vagina. You swallowed, shifting in the seat a bit.

It had been a long, busy week. 

Having barely seen your husband, spending it listening to Ochako gushing about Midoriya instead. Or Jiro talking about Kaminari, but denying everything. Ashido and Kirishima were subtly dating, trying not to bring themselves attention but everyone knew it nonetheless. Bakugo has barely parked the car, upon reaching your home garage when you were in his lap - lips attached to his. Yes, the younger you wouldn’t have thought you’d end up as Mrs. Bakugo Katsuki.

The drawings I've put on tumblr, my deviantart - ergelina - where I put most of them.

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/761044484726423552?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/761044612441866240/some-more-of-my-drawings-there-are-bot-pencil-and?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/761044755637485568?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/783960491038031872?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/788717602587459584?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/784013580290932736?source=share

A full list of my writings by fandom. Most of them contain smut, but I'll add a note if it's not.

Tokyo Revengers

Mitsuya Takashi

I https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/750395596896141312?source=share

II https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/750432444611788800?source=share

III https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/750437742386774016?source=share

IV last https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/750445136170909696?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/791146230159900672/mitsuya-takashi-x-oc-smut?source=share 18+

Kurokawa Izana

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751662313555247104/tok-rev-fanfic-izana?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751662564823433216/2nd-chapter-for-marionette-from-what-is-published?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751662728914010112/tok-rev-izana-fanfic-ch-3?source=share

Hanma Shuji

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/784060324312645632/hanma-finished?source=share 18+

Sano Shinichiro

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/752469903768010752/tok-rev-shinichiro-smut?source=share 18+

Inui "Inupi" Seishu

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/754393372212527104/tok-rev-inui-inupi-seishu-smut?source=share 18+

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/780659247644033024/inupi-x-reader-tok-rev?source=share 18+

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/784059142745767936/tokyo-revengers-one-shot?source=share no smut

Matsuno Chifuyu & Hanemiya Kazutora triangle

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/784070535547158528/tokyo-revengers-x-readerfem-oc?source=share no smut

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/787524608498827264/tok-rev-shot?source=share a piece of "Marionette" but with Mikey, no smut

Kokonoi "Koko" Hajime

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751824222082449408?source=share 18+

HAIKYUU

Miya Osamu

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/776010663431700480/pairing-miya-osamu-x-reader-fandom?source=share fluff with angsty feelings

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/784613337079185408/miya-osamu-smut-fem-reader?source=share 18+

Sawamura Daichi

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/778366322016944128/daichi-x-reader-smut?source=share 18+

Sugawara Koushi/Koshi

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/778390142066081792/sugaxreader?source=share - fluff

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/791250923220582400/suga-x-reader-smut?source=share 18+

Bokuto Koutarou/Koutaro

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/780902158381072384/haikyuu-bokuto-x-you?source=share

Kuroo Tetsurou

I https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/783447943293304832/kuroo-x-fem-oc?source=share fluff

II https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/783535135553454080/kuroo-xreader-next-part?source=share fluff

Kozume Kenma

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/784081456143171584/kenma-smut?source=share 18+

Hanamaki & Matsukawa

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/785922932349272064/haikyu-hanamaki-x-reader?source=share hinted smut

Oikawa Tohru/Tooru

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/795062864107945984/unrequited-crush-oikawa-tohru?source=share angst

Suna Rintarou/Rintaro

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/795390458176126976/hq-suna-x-youreader-smut-18?source=share 18+ smut

Crows Zero https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751257864927117312/fallen-crows-fic?source=share 18+ (full on my wattpad, same username)

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai vs Chuya

I https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751216362390700033/my-old-bungou-stray-dogs-fanfiction-im-thinking?source=share no smut

II https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751216679781072896/another-part-of-the-chapter-for-my-bungou-stray?source=share no smut

Boku no Hero Academia

Todoroki Shoto

I https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751257217883422720/beyond-the-limits-bnha-fic?source=share no smut

II https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/778357030532562944/todoroki-shoto-x-reader?source=share no smut

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/791131808909639680/shoto-x-reader-smut?source=share 18+

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/778357030532562944/todoroki-shoto-x-reader?source=share fluff

"Hawks" Takagami Keigo

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/784627938568044544/hawks-x-fem-oc?source=share 18+

Bakugo Katsuki

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/787459741633986560/bakugo-smut?source=share 18+

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/791076288283705344/bakugo-x-reader?source=share sorta angst/fluff

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/791080317925703680/bakugo-x-you?source=share fluff

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/788155573474557952?source=share 18+ https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/794432941265747968/bakugo-x-you?source=share x you, no smut

Eraserhead/Aizawa Shota

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/794477135832186880/aizawa-shota-x-reader-smut?source=share 18+

Eraserhead/Present Mic threesome

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/794476999789953024/aizawa-shota-x-reader?source=share 18+

Wind Breaker

Kiryu Mitsuki

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/778393913066242048/kiryu-mitsuki-x-reader?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/788166678352707584/wind-breaker-kiryu-smut?source=share 18+

Hiragi Toma

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/784085901436420096/hiragi-smut?source=share 18+

Umemiya Hajime

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/780885966564032512/umemiya-x-readeroc?source=share 18+

Hunter X Hunter

Kurapika

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/791140320825999360/kurapika-x-fem-oc-smut?source=share 18+

Kuroko no Basuke/Kuroko's Basketball

Midorima Shintaro

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751258524950118400/louder-than-words?source=share part I

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/784077776590389248/midorima-shintaro-writing-continued?source=share part II

Kagami Taiga

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/794481954130214912/kagami-taiga-x-youreader-smut?source=share 18+

One Piece

Ace VS Luffy

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/751262937821446144/not-strong-enough-one-piece-fic?source=share

Bleach

Mizuiro x OC X Shinji

https://www.tumblr.com/babu50t/795979037432479744/bleach-shinji-x-oc-x-mizuiro?source=share - Mature rating, eventually

Some of the more recent drawings I have yet to put up on deviantart.