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Your entire body felt hot as he stared at you. It had been months that you’d lived together and the tension had been building since the first day when he moved in after answering your ad in the university paper. Simple touches of his hand against your lower back as he walked by you in the kitchen that left you on fire. Tasting your latest baking creation off your finger, eye contact held as he sucked the flavorful concoction off your skin and caused the heat to pool between your legs. Your friends had noticed and Sasha had even embarrassingly commented to both of you recently, “Why don’t the two of you just fuck already?” 

Of course the reason you hadn’t acted on your attraction was simple: Eren had a girlfriend. He’d been faithful to her, even as his cock hardened for you, watching you walk around your shared apartment in only a big t-shirt. He wanted you but he just couldn’t betray her, even as he found himself falling out of love with her and in love with you over movie nights and cooking together. Recently, the tension had been too much and he found himself stroking his cock to the thought of you nearly every night, on the other side of the wall from your room. So close but so far. You hadn’t been any better, sneaking into his room when he goes out, spread out on his bed and fucking yourself on whatever toy you imagined to be him or your fingers, wishing they were his. Surrounded by the smell of his cologne, you always came much harder than when you were alone in your room. Which is where you found yourself now. Spread out atop Eren’s comforter, sweatpants and panties around your ankles, shirt pushed up above your tits, and a rose gold colored vibrator shoved in your dripping cunt. 

“Keep going,” Eren stated, voice deep with desire. He leaned his shoulder against the frame of the door, reaching down with his other hand and palming his growing erection through his jeans. They had become uncomfortably tight the moment he opened the door to his room and saw you. 

Whining, you tried to cover yourself from his intense gaze with the messy blankets on his bed, stuttering as you reminded him, “Eren you have a girlfriend.”

He simply smirked harder as his fingers flipped open the button of his jeans and retorted, “Had.” 

Your heart skipped and you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. “Had?” your voice was nothing more than a whisper, easing the tight grip on his blankets that were covering you.

He pushed himself off the door frame, walking over to the bed and towering over you. He leaned down, reaching a hand to your cheek to caress it sweetly, the look in his eyes almost loving. “Had a girlfriend.” His voice was firm, no hesitance or wavering to indicate a lie. His smirk returned as he reported, “Turns out she wasn’t that fond of all the times I called her by your name. Said I had to pick between her and you. And the answer was obvious to me. I pick you.” He leaned down, pressing a long-awaited kiss upon your lips before pulling away just as fast, the smirk on his face growing into a devious, shit eating grin. “As much as I want to continue this, I’d like for you to first continue what you were doing when I walked in.” He turned on his heel, moving to sit in the chair across his room, pulling his cock from his jeans and stroking lazily as his eyes trained on your blanket covered body. Your eyes locked on his cock and you licked your lips. It was long and thick, already hard as he stroked, with a prominent vein on the left side of the shaft and a delicious slight curve upwards that had you clenching around your toy at the thought of the spot it would likely hit inside you. “Don’t be shy on my account babe. Take those blankets off and show me exactly what you were doing when I walked in. I want to see everything, the way you touch yourself, the way you fall apart. I want to learn just how you like to be touched. I want to hear every fucking noise right in front of me instead of through my wall.” You removed the blanket from your body, kicking off your pants and underwear from around your ankles, only left in a pushed up tshirt. His voice dropped even more as his thumb rubbed across the head of his cock, groaning when you turned the vibrator on and shuddered slightly at the feeling, “Make yourself cum for me baby and then I’ll spend the whole night making you mine. And for the record, you are mine now.”

It had been a long day. A small band of villains had organized to rob a bank and resulted in a nearly all day hostage situation that required both pro heroes and law enforcement to resolve. In the end, all the hostages had been saved with only minor injuries. Though spending a full day collaborating with others had driven Amajiki nearly insane, the introverted man simply wanted to be home with you where he could finally take a breath. When he walked through the front door of the house you both shared, he stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of soft music and the smell of food wafting toward him.

He shuffled into the kitchen to see you in a pastel pink lacy negligee with the apron he’d gotten you for your last birthday wrapped around you. A soft smile settled on his lips as you bounced around the kitchen completely at ease. He let out a small cough so as to not scare you and you turned around quickly, positively beaming at him. He held open his arms and laughed quietly as you bounded across the room to jump into his outstretched arms. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, running a hand through his hair as he held you a little tighter than normal. He nodded, his face tucked into the crook of your neck and inhaling the comforting scent of you as he let the stress of the day finally melt away. Your voice was quiet as you played with a loose string on his hero costume, “I made us dinner and set up the studio to film, but we can do it another day Tama.”

He immediately pulled back and pressed a kiss to your lips in reassurance, slowly backing you into the nearest wall as he looked you up and down. His gaze was lecherous and made your skin feel hot. “No, we can do it tonight. I’ll change and we can eat, and then I think I’d like for you to be my dessert. We can film a little tonight and then I’d like to enjoy some off camera time with you too.” His lips curled in a mischievous grin and you clenched your thighs together at the look, knowing that was the look he always gave you before he devoured you. 

He changed and the two of you ate dinner, the devilish look on his face worsened by the food spread out on the table. He could always tell which kinks you’d like to indulge in that evening based on what you cooked for him. Grilled swordfish. It gave him a sharp blade in place of one of his hands that you always enjoyed to play out your knife kink with. Octopus takoyaki, his favorite because he loved the taste but also you were both fond of the tentacles and their many uses. And the last one was roasted boar. A specific breed of boar which was known for having the largest amount of ejaculate relative to body size. He knew exactly why you had picked that one and it made him harden in his sweatpants as soon as he saw that you’d made it. The breeding kink. He could hardly finish dinner quickly enough and as soon as the last bite was in his mouth, he was standing and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you to the film studio in your basement as his body began to change. It was going to be a long night of losing himself in your body and he needed to get started now.

Three Hours Later

“Right there! Oh fuck,” you moaned on the recording as Tamaki played back the video for the two of you to watch. You were laying on his chest in your bedroom, freshly showered, sore, and fucked out of your mind, as the two of you watched the playback. On the small screen of the camcorder, you were on all fours with him behind you, aiming the camera down at you beneath him. The masks had slipped off both of you during this session and neither of you bothered to care or fix them, so this video would be one for the private collection. Personally, those were always his favorite anyway. On the screen, he had a tentacle wrapped around your body with a little suction cup strategically placed over your clit and one of your nipples, his cock driving into you roughly as he started to come undone. He came with a primal cry as his cock began emptying into you, an almost ridiculous amount of cum leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting and fucking it back into you, as deep as he could go with slow, hard thrusts. He watched as your body shook, spasming as your sixth orgasm of the evening overtook you. 

He looked down at you on his chest, intending to tell you how fucking good you looked cumming on his cock, but instead, he found you sleeping soundly. His cute little sleepyhead. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and turned off the video, wrapping his arms tighter around you. Sleep found him quickly and his last thought was how lucky he was to have you for a wife.

A/N: My google search history looks so weird after researching animals Tamaki could eat to make sex fun 🤣 Fun fact: a certain type of rats have the longest sperm. Happy birthday part 3 Ry lol @seraphofthesimps​

He’s remarkably good at going down on you. When you’d first gotten together, he’d been relatively inexperienced with only a few prior partners. But dammit if he wasn’t a fast learner. They key though is that he always listened. If you cried out, “Don’t stop!”, he would continue exactly what he was doing and make a mental note that you liked this. If you squirmed against his face and he had to place his hand on your pelvis to keep you still, he knew you were close. And the time he made you squirt on his face? He committed every single thing he did to memory that night so he could replicate it. Over and over. He knew your every quirk, every sound, every movement and interpreted them like he was translating a language effortlessly.

Take now for example. Lying on his back under you, he hadn’t even asked you to sit on his face. He knew that’s how you always came the hardest though. He’d been between your legs, his tongue swirling around your opening and nose nudging your clit as you teetered on the edge of an orgasm, when all of a sudden you found yourself swiftly maneuvered and sat atop his face. His arms were wrapped around your thighs to keep them spread and his mouth was alternating between sucking at your clit or lapping at your pulsating, sweet pussy with his tongue. His strong arms moved your body back and forth across his face, riding his tongue faster and faster until you were gripping the headboard and cumming with a cry of his name. His face was drenched but he wasn’t done. He knew he could pull another one from you.

His arms tightened and he continued moving your overstimulated core across his face. His fingers migrated between your legs and spread puffy lips apart so he could better reach your clit, sucking the hard bud roughly as you twitched and tried to squirm away from the sensation. One word from you would’ve stopped him, but you had always loved this as much as he did. His fingers migrated once more, arm changing positions so he could better reach you. Two thick, long fingers pressed easily into your dripping cunt and stretched your pretty little hole open as his tongue lapped at your clit, circling with expert precision. He set a steady pace, tongue swirling, mouth sucking, and fingers fucking into you in the perfect combination that quickly had you chasing another orgasm, moving yourself against him until you once again came with a cry of his name and a rush of liquid.

He smirked against your inner thigh, pressing kisses to either side as your body slumped and he carefully maneuvered you off his face and onto your back next to him. He looked at you, the biggest smile on his face and you couldn’t help but giggle at how you’d managed to even get his hair wet. He curled up beside you, tucking you under his arm as your body twitched, coming down from your high. A kiss to your forehead, his hand caressed your cheek lovingly. He chuckled as he realized he’d just spread your own juices across your cheek and leaned down to lick them off, delighting in your squeal and light laughter.

After a sweet kiss to your lips, he stood and pulled you up into his arms, carrying you to the shower where he could clean you up before he pressed your back to the shower wall and began sinking his hard cock into you. After all, he didn’t say he was done.

Bokuto had a long, rough day at practice and when you arrived at home, you knew. The tone he used when he spoke to you, the way he barely touched dinner, you knew he was upset. You had reached across the table and caressed his cheek, asking what you could do to help. The gears turned within his head and the feral smirk that stretched across his lips told you everything you needed to know: that all the frustrations of his day were about to be taken out on you.

Bokuto had moved the large, floor length mirror from your closet into your bedroom and positioned it opposite a plush armchair. Bokuto had made you sit on his lap, naked and bare for him, your back to his chest and legs spread wide across his own so you could both see how you dripped for him in the reflection. He teased, dipping his fingers down between your thighs and spreading you open. He gave a low whistle and pressed his lips to your neck as a finger slid up and down your slit, coating it with your slick before removing it and bringing it to your lips. Bokuto’s face was right next to your own, staring directly into your eyes in the mirror.

“Open your mouth and taste,” he commanded, voice soft but firm. “You’re so wet for me, you should have a taste.” Your lips part and close obediently around his finger, sucking the wetness from his flesh. Bokuto groans loudly in your ear, “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking filthy.” He removed the finger from your mouth and dragged it down your body, stopping to pinch your nipples, groping at your breasts as his hand continued traveling south. When he reached your slit once more, he wasted no time and pushed a single finger into your leaking cunt.

You whined and your body tried to squirm against him, but he simply brought his other arm around you and held you tight to his chest, groping your breast once more in the process. His finger began to thrust slowly, lazily into your cunt while his thumb rubbed gentle circles upon your clit, his eyes shifting between locking with yours and watching your cunt swallow his finger in the mirror. You shifted your gaze to his face and watched as his eyes stayed glued to your pussy, his tongue peaking out of his lips to swipe across his lips.

“Look at you baby,” he crooned, curling his finger to rub against your inner wall. The action made you shiver in his grasp. He added another finger and smirked against your skin when you threw your head back to rest on his shoulder. “Such a dirty little one for me, watching as I prep you to take my cock. Are you going to be a good little one and take my whole cock this time? Can you do it?” He chuckles darkly and gives a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, his cock that was pressed into your back giving a little twitch. “Of course you can fucking do it, you’re always so good and take every fucking thing I give you.”

Bokuto keeps his slow pace, making sure to drag his fingers along your walls as he moves them, tapping against a spot inside you that has you gasping for air and attempting to buck against his hand. His thumb begins to rub a little harder against your clit, circling a little faster as the coil low in your abdomen begins to tighten. He could feel the clenching, the spasming of your walls as you got closer and closer to the edge. Bokuto placed hot, wet open mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder, leaving behind a trail of marks that would definitely be visible tomorrow. His lips settled below your ear and he pressed a gentle kiss just beneath it before whispering as he once again picked up the pace with his circles. “You going to cum for me baby? I know you need to. Cum for me, okay? Right now. Make a mess all over my fucking hand little one. You can clean it up but right now I need you to make a goddamn mess and cum on my fingers.”

The motion of his fingers, combined with the lewd words, the way you could see every single thing he did and the wet noise of his fingers sliding in and out of you had you toppling over the cliff, surrendering to the pleasure that threatened to consume you. He moved his fingers slowly as you rode out your orgasm, his eyes locked on the image of your cunt in the mirror. It was trying to suck his fingers deeper and simultaneously gushing around him, a white ring of cream around the base of his fingers beginning to drip onto the chair beneath you.

You weren’t watching, overwhelmed with the feeling of your orgasm, head resting back on his shoulder and eyes closed as the pleasure coursed through you like a tidal wave, powerful and raging through your body with no abandon. You clenched around him erratically as each wave of pleasure racked over you, grabbing onto his thighs on either side of you and digging your fingers into him, trying to find something, anything, to ground you. As the orgasm subsided, you could feel his fingers still thrusting, his thumb circling, and you grabbed at his hand and tried to pull him away, the painful tingles of overstimulation beginning.

“Kou,” you whimpered, “S’too much right now. Need a break.”

Bokuto laughed coldly and withdrew his fingers, patting your pussy as though he was telling it ‘good job’. You both watched as his hand pulled away and strings of your slick kept him connected to your cunt. He brought his messy hand up to your mouth and this time, he didn’t tell you, he simply shoved his fingers into your mouth and watched as you sucked him clean. His cock twitched against your back again and you felt the ache between your thighs as you throbbed, wanting him inside you even when you felt fucked out for the moment.

“Oh fuck, you’re so good,” he groaned as he pulled his fingers from your mouth with a pop. His voice darkened and he grabbed your jaw, making eye contact in the reflection of the mirror. “That’s the only break you’re going to get because it’s my turn. You’re going to ride my cock, just like this facing the mirror, so we can both watch and see everything. I want you to see how good you look getting split open on my cock like you do. I want you to watch as your body nearly splits in two, as your tight little pussy spreads so fucking wide and takes in my fat fucking cock. Doesn’t that sound nice?” He releases his arm that’s still wrapped around your waist and fully leans back in the chair, smacking your ass that is right in front of him. “Ride my cock. Be a good little one too and do it without help. Show me how good you can be.”

You try to calm yourself enough to focus, to bring enough of your mind back so that you can follow his instructions, even though you’re only half coherent at the moment. You raise up on shaky legs, standing before him, and he gives your ass a harsh smack, laughing when you startle. You sit down once more across him and reposition yourself, hovering over his lap and reaching between your legs to grasp his cock and line it up with your entrance. Bokuto let out a quiet groan as you gripped his cock and rubbed it up and down your slit, the precum on his cock mixing with your own cum as he slid through the silky folds. You lined yourself up once more and the thick head of his cock started to push slowly into your tight pussy as you lowered yourself onto him. Slowly, you sank down, your first attempt trying to take as much of him as possible.

“Look how fucking good you look sitting on my cock baby,” Bokuto cooed in your ear.

Bokuto watched intently in the mirror as you focused, your face scrunched with the pain of his cock stretching your cunt wide open around him. No matter how many times he fucked you, it was always a struggle with his size, much less when he was making you do all the work. Once you got about halfway down his cock, you stopped, whining at the stretch, and raising back up. Your feet were planted on either side of his thigh within the chair, hands on the arm rests to help with the leverage and allow you to rise and fall on his cock as you pleased. You let out a shaky breath as you rose up enough that only his tip remained inside you, before steeling yourself and lowering back down, allowing gravity to help push your body onto him and take him a little deeper. You continued this, rising and falling, breathing shallowly as you took more and more of him each time.

Bokuto watched as you bounced slowly and meticulously on his cock, the look of concentration on your face so cute to him as you tried to take all of him. Finally, after a few minutes, your legs seemed to weaken and falter and you came down harder than intended on Bokuto’s lap. He let out a loud, primitive cry as he was sheathed completely inside you, his cock tapped against your cervix and your body pressing down on him. He was thanking every power in the universe for the nirvana that was being buried in your cunt.

You took a moment to allow your body to adjust and admired the view in the mirror. You had been too focused trying to take him all to pay attention to the reflection but now you allowed yourself a pause to take in every image that was cast back upon the glass. Bokuto’s face was flushed, a red spread from his cheeks to his ears and a thin sheen of sweat on his face and chest made him glisten. His chest was heaving, breath nearly as shallow as your own, which caused your breasts to shift with each breath. Moving your eyes down, you saw where the two of you were connected, his thick cock sheathed to the hilt inside you and your own pussy stretched wide around it. There was already a ring of white spilling from your cunt and gathering around the base of his cock, which dripped onto his full and heavy balls. You felt your walls clench around him as you thought about cleaning his cock with your tongue, tasting your own arousal on his cock as opposed to his fingers. Finally, you could see Bokuto’s thick thighs, corded with ropes of muscle, and covered in a layer of light colored hair. His thighs (and ass) had always kept you in awe of his body and on more than one occasion had been the subject of your worshipping his body.

Bokuto noticed the way you took it all in, scanning the mirror with intention, and he couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. You were enjoying yourself. However, you were also taking too long admiring the beautiful image reflected on the mirror and he needed you to just fucking move already. Without a word, Bokuto smacked your ass roughly to get your attention. Your eyes snapped up to meet his in the mirror and he gave you a look, the nonverbal command, ‘I’m waiting’ clear upon his face. You wasted no time in raising yourself back up and dropping down onto his cock, the both of you moaning deliciously at the same time, the sound intermingling in the room and echoing off the walls like a symphony. You bounced on his cock and set a slow pace, both of you watching each time you would sink down on him and take him fully.

“Fuck baby,” Bokuto groaned, his hands moving to rest on your hips and help guide your motions, “Look at you. What a good fucking little one you are for me. So fucking good, taking this big cock in that tight little cunt.” Bokuto smacked your ass a third time, delighting in the way you clenched around his cock. “Fuck, you like that? Like when I smack that sexy ass?” He did it a fourth, fifth, sixth time, groaning loudly each time as you would tighten around him, squeezing his cock unintentionally. “You do like when I smack your ass. I bet you’d like it if I bruised your ass with my hand, huh? Want me to spike your ass like a fucking volleyball so any time you sit tomorrow, you’re reminded of just how good I fuck you?”

Bokuto’s words were getting to you, as was the show in the mirror. It was strange, watching so intently as you rode his cock, but it wasn’t unwelcome. On the contrary, it was turning you on more than you ever could have anticipated, as evidenced by the now thick layer of cream coating Bokuto’s cock and covering his balls as it dripped out of you. Bokuto decided to help you along, reaching a hand around you, fingers finding your clit. He rubbed the swollen bud, smirking once again as you bucked into his hand.

“That feel good, baby? You going to cum on my cock?” His fingers sped up their motions and you could see as he did so, watching as the pads of two of his fingers deftly rubbed firm, tight circles against your clit. “Cum for me again little one, come on my cock baby. Please, cum for me, need to feel that sexy little cunt squeezing me.” His movements became more erratic, trying to pull another orgasm from you while you attempted to maintain your pace riding his cock.

With a loud scream, you came again, clenching around his cock so hard that he let out his own deep, guttural moan. You toppled over the edge as wave after wave of your orgasm washed over you and flooded your every sense with pleasure, Bokuto talking you through your high and spewing nothing but filth from his lips. Once again, you didn’t watch, head tossed back with pleasure and eyes closed as you saw white explode behind your eyelids. Your body shook, thighs weakening until all you could do was sink completely down onto Bokuto and collapse with your back on his chest. He waited a moment to allow your orgasm to subside, but it was a short moment.

Bokuto wanted to cum. He’d already made you cum twice and he wanted it now, wanted to feel the sweet release that would make him forget about the bad day he had. He wanted to lose himself, be drunk on your pussy, and fill you up so full that you were overflowing with his cum. His arms reached beneath you, wrapping around your thighs from underneath and raising you up. He gave no warning as he started doing all the work for you, your body slack after the last orgasm, Bokuto’s strong arms raising you up until only his tip remained inside you and then slamming you down, sheathing you roughly on his cock.

He set a fast pace, chasing his own high with little regard for your overstimulated and tender cunt. Your mouth let out little whimpers and sobs as the feeling of being overstimulated overwhelmed you and threatened to send you toppling over the edge yet again. His tip tapped at your cervix every few thrusts and your eyes prickled with tears from the slight pain, though the pleasure still coursing through you kept it at bay. Even the pain felt good and had you clenching on him.

He growled near your ear with his chin resting on your shoulder, eyes trained on the mirror where your cunt was enveloping him as he moved you. “Fuck you feel so fucking good baby. So fucking wet and warm and tight, fuck. This pussy’s gonna make me cum. Yeah, gonna cum inside and fill you so fucking full, breed that pretty little cunt.” Bokuto groaned and his pace became more erratic, fucking up into you as he slammed you back down on his cock. He moved one hand higher up your thigh and began to aggressively rub your clit. You squirmed against him, trying to get away from his fingers as you felt a tightness in your core start to build.

“Bokuto,” you whimpered, “Gonna make a mess, s’too much.”

He smirked at you and pressed a hot kiss to your neck again, biting down softly to leave a bruise. “Yeah? Gonna make my pretty baby squirt all over my fucking lap? Do it. You know you don’t want me to stop. Make a fucking mess for me.”

Bokuto came with a primal cry, groaning loudly as he sheathed himself fully inside you and his cock began to twitch, ropes of cum painting your walls and filling your cunt. You watched in the mirror as his body shuddered, felt him shiver against your back, his teeth pressed to your shoulder and his pupils blown wide with pleasure, the usual golden of his eyes nearly black. His face was red, skin hot and feverish against you. Even as his orgasm took over his body, he didn’t let up on your clit, determined to make you lose complete control, to have you cum with no abandon and make a mess, squirting for him.

“See yourself, little one?” he groaned, his cock still hilted and twitching inside you. “Oh fuck, see that? I came so much it’s leaking out. Even my cock isn’t enough to plug you and keep it all in.” He chuckled as you jolted in his arms, his fingers still roughly working your clit and causing you to thrash. He tightened his grip on you and refocused his movements as his head cleared, rubbing at the throbbing bud with more purpose. “I want you to watch yourself this time. I want you to watch as I make you squirt all over me and I want you to fucking watch as you do it. Keep those pretty eyes open, all right? You better fucking be listening. Cum for me baby.”

Bokuto rubbed harshly a few more times and that was it. Already overstimulated, it didn’t take much more for you to catapult over the edge, your whole body writhing against him as a gush of liquid came from between your legs, soaking his thighs and the chair under you. You watched in the mirror, taking in the way your back arched, the way your mouth opened in a silent scream as the breath caught in your throat, the way Bokuto’s fingers didn’t slow down at all. You watched his face, his eyes trained on your body, trying to memorize every image reflected upon the mirror, memorize every sound leaving your mouth as you catch your breath and dissolve into a sea of whines and whimpers. You watched your own body, limbs shaking from being in position for so long and the expression on your face positively fucked out.

His fingers slowed down as your high subsided and he removed them, chuckling at the small puddle that was on the chair and seeping into the floor. He’d told you to make a fucking mess and you sure as hell listened. He carefully released your legs and set you down on his lap, his cock beginning to soften inside you and the combined cum coating his balls as it dripped out of you. His hands ran up and down your aching thighs and you turned your head to look back at him, which allowed him to capture your lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

He rested his forehead against yours, “Good job pretty baby. You did so fucking good for me. Fuck, you’re amazing.” He pressed more kisses to your lips, smiling when he pulled away and gazed into your eyes. His hands on your thighs gave a gentle squeeze. “Come on, stand up, don’t give me that look, you can stand!” He laughed playfully as you gave him a questioning look and wondered whether you’d be able to stand without help right now. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll carry you. I’m going to clean us both up and then we can maybe have a nice bath-”

“Or go to bed,” you cut him off, nuzzling your face into his neck. He laughed and a loving kiss was pressed to your forehead.

“Or we can go to bed. You took such good care of me just now, let me return the favor baby. Get us both all cleaned up and then we can go to bed and cuddle. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect Kou. I love you.”

“I love you too, precious.”

Note: Bokuto gets the first day of my Kinktober because I’m a shitty soulmate for him and forgot his birthday. Hopefully this makes it up to him (and also Ryder) 💙Also, mirror sex with him would be GOD TIER.

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He made his way back to the bedroom where you lay sleeping, soft snores coming from your mouth as you clutched onto the pillow he’d put between your arms when he’d had to get up. You were adorable to him, curled up in that big bed, and he wanted nothing more than to climb back in there and hold you for the rest of the day. He finally gave up, pulling on a thermal long sleeve shirt and another long sleeve shirt, hoping it would be enough to keep himself warm on his jog in the cold winter air.

He sat down next to you before he left, leaning over your body to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. You stirred, rolling over enough to see him. Your eyes were half shut, but you could make out his form sitting there and you smiled sleepily, causing his heart to flutter. A single smile from you lit up his world and he was melting from his seat next to you. 

“G’morning Toshi,” you said, words soft and laced with sleep. “Run?” You were too tired to form full sentences and Ushijima chuckled quietly as he leaned down to kiss you again, this time on your lips. You smiled lazily into the kiss and your eyes opened a bit more. A frown replaced your smile as you took in his attire. You sat up a little in bed, leaning higher up on the pillows. “Take a sweatshirt, it’s cold out.”

Ushijima smiled at you and poked you in the stomach, causing you to squeal and let out a string of giggles. “Somebody has worn my sweatshirts all week and all the ones I wear running are dirty.” He gave you a pointed look and you had the decency to look sheepish, though he simply continued to smile softly. 

“I meant to wash them yesterday but I forgot,” you explained, wanting to hide under the blankets. “I’m sorry Toshi.”

“Don’t worry about it angel,” he spoke, words gentle. “We can wash them today, I’ll be fine. They look better on you anyway my love.”

You frowned thinking about him going out in this weather without a sweatshirt and looked down at yourself. You had worn his last clean sweatshirt to bed last night, sleeping peacefully and cozy all wrapped in his clothes and his arms. An idea sprung to your head and before he could blink, you had pulled the sweatshirt over your head and tugged the warm blankets up to cover your body from the chill in the air. Ushijima balked as you shoved his sweatshirt at him.

“Here you go!” you declared with a smile. “This one is clean enough, I only slept in it last night. It’ll at least get you through your run so I don’t worry about you freezing out there.”

Ushijima’s mind was still blank as he stared at you, knowing that you were wearing only your underwear now, the blanket slipping down and exposing a wide expanse of your breasts. Suddenly, his mind was not on the run at all and rather on the beautiful angel in his bed that clearly required his attention. He leaned down, his lips catching yours and moving against them lovingly, sucking your bottom lips between his and groaning when your hands moved to tangle in his hair and tug softly. He kissed you until you both needed breath and pulled away, resting his forehead sweetly against yours. 

“Do I have to go on my run?” he whispered, breath against your lips. 

You giggled, loving the way he was distracted by you but knowing he needed the run to loosen up his muscles for training and practice today. You pressed a sweet peck to his lips and dropped fully onto the pillows behind you, curling up and pulling the soft blankets up higher. “Yes darling, you have to go on your run.”

Ushijima’s face was expressionless as he stared down at you, a mischievous little angel acting all innocent now while his joggers were suddenly tighter than they were a few minutes ago. He made up his mind and one corner of his upturned into a smirk. He stood, discarding the long sleeve shirt and pulling on his sweatshirt over the thermal shirt. Looking down at you, peeking your eyes over the top of the blanket that was now above your nose, his smirk morphed into a soft smile. A large hand came down and rested atop your head, patting gently.

“You stay right here in this bed until I get back. I think I’ll cut my run a little shorter than usual. I have a different cardio in mind this morning.” He pushed the blanket down enough to caress your cheek and your bottom lip with his thumb. “Understood my little angel?”

“Yes Toshi,” you whispered, thighs clenching together under the covers at the tone in his voice, all deep and sinful with the slight rasp it obtained any time he was aroused. 

“I love you,” he stated as he left to go on his morning run.

You watched Ushijima walk out the bedroom door, listening as the front door shut a few moments later. Smiling, you cuddled up to the pillow he’d thoughtfully put in your arms to replace him. The pillow was the one he slept on during the night and always smelled like him, the cedarwood and bergamot body wash mixed with the citrus of his shampoo. That pillow was your favorite. 

As Ushijima ran, you fell back into a dreamlike state, sleeping peacefully as you waited for him to return home. Ushijima meanwhile was rather distracted on his run. His cock was half hard and smacking against his thigh the first quarter mile. More than that, his sweatshirt smelled like you. Having slept in it, even clean the previous evening, the sweatshirt smelled like your perfume and the shampoo you used. The scent was surrounding him, every breath he took in on his run was filled with the aroma of you, and he found it very distracting. He pushed harder, running faster than usual as he wanted to finish and get home to the love of his life.

When he finally arrived home a half hour later, he made a beeline for the bedroom to find you sleeping. You were lying on your stomach, body wrapped around his pillow, and the blankets having fallen lower so that your back and beautiful bare skin was exposed to him. He kicked off his shoes and then stripped to his boxers before climbing into bed once more. He hovered next to your sleeping form and grinned, a wide smile most people never saw, one he reserved only for you. 

You looked beautiful in your sleep. Though you wouldn’t be sleeping much longer now that he was home. After all, how could you sleep through the caresses and touches of Ushijima’s fingers to your delicate skin? Better yet, how could you sleep through the rough pads of his fingers slipping between your thighs to part the warm, velvety folds? You couldn’t, and you awoke with a moan of his name as Ushijima pushed a finger inside you while sucking a mark onto your shoulder. When you rolled onto your back, looking up at him with longing and need, he was more than happy to oblige and give you everything you both wanted. It was going to be a good morning for the pair of you and suddenly Ushijima was very thankful you always stole his sweatshirts.

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Now, at 3 years old, his daughter needs her Dad to kiss every bruise, cut, and scrape she gets. As a hyperactive little one with her dad’s energy level, there’s a lot of them. Playing outside one day, she falls and scrapes up her knees but her dad isn’t home. He’s still at practice luckily and will be home in the evening, the team not leaving for their away game for another few days. However, that’s not good enough for her. You bandage up your daughter, promising that Daddy will be home at dinner time, but she’s inconsolable. To her young mind, if her Dad doesn’t kiss it right now, she won’t heal and it will never stop hurting. Despite reassurances, offers for you to kiss it instead, she is still crying for her Dad nearly an hour later. You sigh and grab your phone and keys, loading her up in the car to head to the gym.

A 15 minute drive to the gym, your daughter has quieted to small sobs but is still crying for her Dad until you reach it. Every few minutes she asks how much longer until you get there. As you pull up to the training facility and park, you smile a little looking in the rear view mirror. As annoying as it is to have to drive your daughter to her Dad just for him to kiss her scraped knees, their bond makes you swoon. He was such a good dad.

As you walk into the gym, toddler sobbing quietly into your neck and holding on as you balance her on your hip, several pair of eyes lock on you. Your eyes scan the room for your husband but you’re interrupted by the Captain walking over to greet you.

“Hey, good to see you guys! What brings you out here?” Meian tries to get his usual high five from your daughter but she just sobs out another cry and hides her face in your neck. Meian frowns and looks to you for an explanation.

“It’s good to see you as well Shugo. We had a little accident and she scraped up her knees. She needs Daddy’s special healing kisses to make it all better.” You speak loud enough for both Meian and your daughter to hear. You drop your voice to a mock whisper so only Meian can hear, “She’s been crying over an hour for him.”

Meian smiles knowingly and nods, resting a hand on your shoulder. He’d been there for similar instances with his son and he knew the helplessness you felt when your child wanted the other parent and couldn’t be consoled. “He just ran to the locker room to grab something but he’ll be back in a minute.” He walked to your back, bending down and making eye contact with your daughter who was peeking her eyes up over your shoulder. “Hey little one, want to come with Uncle Shu and we can go see the guys? You know your Uncles Sho and Tsumu and Omi Omi would love to see you. I bet they can even make you forget about your hurt little knees. What do you say kiddo?” Meian reaches his arms out and to your surprise, your daughter reaches for him and climbs in his arms. Meian cradles her to his chest and smiles, nuzzling his face into her neck before smiling up at you. “Why don’t you go sit down for a few and rest? I’ll give the guys a break and we’ll watch her.” As you start to object, Meian silences you with a look. “Come on, let us have a break and spoil our favorite niece.” You smile, dropping down onto a chair. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until you sat down, so you silently thanked the man for knowing what you needed. You’d have to bake the team something for their away game trip.

As Meian walks over to the guys, your daughter cuddled against his chest, he announces a fifteen minute break and your daughter is immediately swarmed by the team. Shoyo immediately starts talking to her, making her sobs stop as she giggles quietly at his antics. She reaches for him and he tosses her in the air before cuddling her close. She smiles and kisses his cheek, taking his face in her tiny hands. The grin on his face afterwards was adorable, nearly glowing. Omi never wanted to hold her, but he reached his fist out for his usual fist bump. Her much smaller fist bumped against his and as they pulled away, they each said, “Ba la la la la,” something Omi and she had started doing after he had been at the house one time she was watching Big Hero Six. The small smile on Omi’s face was always cute, loving how sweet he was with your daughter. Atsumu was the opposite. He barely had his arms out before your daughter was leaping into his arms and he was spinning her around. Her sobs had ended entirely by now and she was giggling loudly as he spun faster. Once Atsumu stopped spinning, she grabbed his face in her tiny hands and kissed both his cheeks. Hinata gasped in mock anger for only getting a kiss on one cheek and she giggled louder still. Atsumu raised her up to sit on his shoulders. She gives Barnes and Tomas each a high five as she sits on her new, high vantage point and can see them better.

You smile happily, glad she’s no longer crying and you have the opportunity to sit for a few minutes. Your eyes close as you tilt your head back, relaxing, before two hands rest on your shoulders and a gentle kiss is pressed to your lips. Opening your eyes, you look up at your husband, towering over you and massaging your shoulders. The smile on his face could light a whole room and you’re immediately more at ease in his presence, smiling softly up at him. As long as he’s by your side, you’re equipped to handle anything. You stand up from the chair and wrap your arms around his middle, holding him tighter then usual and nuzzling your face against him, breathing in his scent. Even sweaty and gross from practice, you were comforted. From the tight hug, he knew something was wrong. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing up and down your back and offering you the comfort that only someone who loved you unconditionally could.

“What happened baby?” His voice is softer, whispered into your hair as he rubs your back and holds you. He doesn’t care that the whole team can see, all he cares about is making sure you’re okay.

You sigh and tilt your head up to looks at him, still holding on to one another. “She fell and scraped both of her knees when we were outside playing. She cried for over an hour because she needed Daddy to kiss her scrapes. Said they would hurt until Daddy kissed them. She didn’t want me, just Daddy. I brought her over because I don’t think she would’ve stopped crying until she saw you. ”

Bokuto frowned down at you. It was cute that his daughter wanted him, but he could see the frustration and hurt etched on your face. You had been home, been the one to take care of her and bandage her, but yet, she still wanted him more. He pulled back and unwrapped one of his arms from your waist, moving his hand under your chin to cup your jaw. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss that he gets a little carried away with before he pulls back, remembering where you both are. He just wants to ease your mind, remind you that you’re an amazing parent and that your daughter loves you so much too.

“Baby you know she loves you as much as she loves me. Who does she want at night to read her bedtime stories? Remember that time you went out with your friends? She wouldn’t go to sleep until you got home because it had to be you reading her bedtime story. Or how she’ll never eat for me because if you don’t make it, she doesn’t want it.” He cups your cheek and presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling away and looking into your eyes again. “It’s just her routine babe. You read the bedtime stories, Daddy kisses the boo boo’s. You know how she is with routines and hating changes to it.”

You sigh and curl into his touch, his large hand on your cheek nearly as comforting as his bulky arm easily caging your body against his. “Yeah but what if this happens when you’re gone for an away game? Will she cry for days? I could barely handle her crying for an hour. It breaks my heart not to be able to comfort and console her.” Your voice breaks and you bury your face into his chest. His other arm resumes its place around your waist and he tightens his grip again.

“I can bring you both with me on all our away games. Get you guys a room in the same hotel and I’ll sneak out of my room with Sho and come stay with my babies.” He smiles and chuckles like it’s the best idea he’s ever had. “You know I never want to leave you anyway. But I’ll talk to her baby. Tell her your kisses are as magical as Daddy’s and that when Daddy isn’t home, you have the power to make it stop hurting too.”

You smile gratefully, thinking about how lucky you are to have him as a husband. He was an amazing father, a perfect husband, and your best friend. You pull your face back and pout up at him, knowing he’ll always kiss the pout off your lips. It works. He smirks, knowing all your tricks by now, and he drops his head down and presses his lips to yours again. As he pulls away, you start to respond, to thank him for being himself, but you both hear a shrill scream.

“DADDY!!” Your daughter screams and starts smacking Atsumu’s chest. “Uncle Tsumu! Over there!” She keeps hitting him until he starts carrying her over to the two of you, the rest of the team following. Once she is closer, you and Bokuto disentangle and he reaches his arms out for her, scooping her up and peppering her face in kisses. She giggles and wraps her tiny arms around his neck. “Daddy! I missed Daddy.”

He smiles sweetly down at her in his arms. “I missed my tiny princess too. I heard my little princess got all scraped up today.”

Her demeanor instantly switches from the excited smile to a pout and he smiles at how she looks exactly like you when you pout. She nods sadly and points to her knees. “Kiss it better Daddy.”

He smiles and repositions her in one arm, carefully cradling her knee with his other hand as he kisses on top of the bright pink bandaid. He does the same with the other knee and then looks up at her smiling face. “Did that help princess? Does it hurt any more?”

She shakes her head no and reachers her little arms around his neck to hug him. His heart melts as she mumbles out, “Thank you Daddy. I love you.”

He kisses the top of her head and responds, “I love you too.” He reaches his other arm out for you and pulls you into a hug. “I think you should thank someone else for driving you all the way to Daddy and taking such good care of you.”

She turns her head and reaches an arm out for you. One tiny arm wrapped around each of your necks, she mumbles out more ‘thank you’s’ and ‘I love you’s’ to you both. When she pulls back, she turns back toward Atsumu. “Can we set the ball now Uncle Tsum Tsum? I want to be a setter like you!” She reaches out for Atsumu and Bokuto hands her over, grumbling about how she should want to be the Ace like him. As the team walks away to give the two of you some privacy again, entertaining your daughter as several of them return to practice, you fall back into Bokuto’s arms happily. You arrived upset and on edge, but now, you’re much more content. Bokuto knows you’re likely still stressed and he starts mentally making his own plans to help you de-stress tonight, but he’s glad he could at least calm both you and your daughter down.

“I’ll talk to her tonight okay? Make sure this doesn’t happen again.” He whispers into your hair and kisses the top of your head. “Then I’ll spend the rest of the night after story time making sure you’re taken care of.” His voice drops and he ducks his head down to speak directly into your ear. “I’ll make you forget about today, how’s that sound gorgeous?” You shiver at the tone of his voice and know you’re in for a long, enjoyable night. He pulls away and smiles cheekily at your expression, knowing if he touched your cheek, it would be warm. Even after years of marriage, he still made you all flustered. “You can take her home and just relax. Watch some movies, read some books. I’ll call and order takeout and pick it up on my way home, okay? I don’t want you worrying about dinner tonight.”

You smiled at him lovingly, nearly swooning with how he always knew exactly what to do, exactly what to say. Nodding, you finally pull away from him. “That sounds wonderful Kou. Thank you my love, you’re absolutely amazing. I love you.”

He preens under the praise and smiles brightly. “Of course baby.” His voice drops again to a whisper. “After all, Daddy has to take care of this baby too.” He brushes a finger over your cheek, smirking as he does indeed feel the heat from it. “I love you too. So much.”

Gathering your laughing daughter from her unofficial uncles, they all groan as Meian calls them back to practice. Your daughter gets a kiss on her cheek from everyone on the team, and a fist bump from Omi. She cutely kisses her fist first and Sakusa seems to melt at the sweet gesture as he does the same.

Bokuto walks you out of the gym to your car. He holds your daughter in one arm and holds your hand with his other. Once outside, he buckles your daughter into the carseat and presses a kiss to her forehead, promising her that he’d be home soon and making her promise to be good for you. As he shuts the door, he pulls you into his side and walks to the back of the car. He pulls you in for a heated kiss, causing a small moan to escape your throat as his tongue expertly moves against yours. This is how he’d wanted to kiss you back in the gym, but he also knew all his teammates were watching and he didn’t put on free shows. When he finally pulls away, a smirk present on his now slightly swollen lips, he helps you into the car. Reaching across to buckle your seat belt for you, he brushes his hand across your body with a mischievous smile as he does so. He pulls away with one last kiss, mutters another ‘I love you’, then shuts your door and steps back.

As you finally drive home, your daughter snoring softly in the back seat before you even exit the parking lot, you smile. You really were lucky to have such an amazing husband. 

A/N: This started as a single sentence HC (Bokuto’s kid cries until he kisses their scrapes when they fall) and then I started writing and now it’s a fic 😅 My niece scraped her knee up tonight and I hyperfixated and typed this entire thing on my phone. It’s not edited, sorry!

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Currently, you were in the middle of a dinner party at his teammates house. Thankfully, you had walked into the kitchen to refill your drink and he followed, so there was no one around to witness his offense, groping your breasts as he pressed firmly into you from behind, but it didn’t stop you from turning in his arms and smacking his shoulder lightly. Despite the little smack to his shoulder, your face was bright, a happy smile plastered across your lips.

“Daiki!” you whisper-yelled. “You can’t just do that where anyone could have seen!” 

He smirked, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist before he pulled you in abruptly, your chest crashing into his. “Oh yeah?” he whispered, tone mocking but voice deep and smooth. “I can’t touch my little princess anytime I want?”

You felt the heat course through you at his words and your body melted against his. You gave in instantly, you always did when it came to Aomine. “Of course you can Dai, but what if someone had seen?” 

His hands on your back dropped to your ass and gave a quick squeeze, making you jump in his arms. “Then they would see my hot as fuck baby girl in my arms and know why it’s so hard for me to keep my hands off you.” He leaned down and his breath fanned across your ear. “You think I’m the only one thinking about feeling your pretty tits or this nice ass? I bet half my team would fuck you if they could.” His lips trailed below your ear and left kisses as they worked down your neck. He started to nibble at a spot on the side of your neck and you unconsciously tilted to allow him better access. “Of course I’d never let that happen.” He bit down on your neck, not hard but enough that you let out a soft moan. “You’re fucking mine.”

He pulled away completely, smirking devilishly at you before turning and walking away, making his way back to the rest of the guests. You gasped incredulously as he disappeared into the next room, leaving you with a racing heart and a wetness between your thighs. You take deep breaths and rejoin the party, finding Aomine and tucking yourself under his arm, your glass and refill completely forgotten in the kitchen.

When Aomine wants kisses, he likes to pull you to his chest by your hand, the back of your neck, or your waist. He'll lean down and hover his lips just above yours, cheekily smirking and waiting for you to lean up and close the gap. Every time, he smiles against your lips before kissing you back, deepening it almost immediately. He loves how you melt against him when you kiss, the little pants you make, trying to pull in oxygen, when he pulls back from your lips always brings a smile to his lips.

Of course, much like his hugs, he doesn’t care where he is or who is around when he kisses you. It’s an hour or so later at the party and you haven’t been next to him for nearly half an hour now. He had been sitting in the dining room, listening to Kagami and Kuroko talk about something basketball related, droning on and on while Aomine simply stood thinking of what positions he would fold you into when he got you home. He left the two without a word and walked from one room to another to find you. Finally, he found you standing in the middle of a crowded living room, talking to Momoi.

You found yourself spun around, a large hand engulfing yours and pulling you harshly to a firm chest, before you could process what was happening. You looked up into Aomine’s face and your expression morphed from one of surprise to one of love, a soft smile playing on your lips as you relaxed in his grip. Aomine’s lips were curled in a cheeky grin, so mischievous as he leaned in, his lips barely hovering over yours as he waited for you to close the gap. You did, completely helpless to his whims, wanting to feel his lips against yours almost as much as he did. 

You vaguely heard Momoi chastising the two of you for being so affectionate in a public place. Aomine flipped off Kise when the blonde shouted at you both to “Get a room!”, his tongue snaking past your lips to rub against your own. His arms wrapped around you and the room melted away for you both as you lost yourselves in the kiss. Everyone in the room just ignored the two of you, this being a regular occurrence. Aomine did as he pleased and if he wanted to make out with you in the middle of a room, surrounded by his friends, he would.

He released you when he felt your body starting to slacken in his arms, reminding him you both needed a breath. He pulled back from the kiss, arms still holding you in place, his lips slightly swollen and a smear of lipstick on the corners of his mouth. He looked happy and you loved that you could be the one to make him so happy. He pressed another peck to your lips, then another, before dropping his arms from your form and walking across the room to sit on a couch next to Akashi. He watched you for the rest of the night, never letting you out of his sight and just waiting for you to give him the signal that you too were ready to go home. The little taste of you just left him wanting more.

Aomine never stopped touching you, he didn’t want to and didn’t see any reason too considering you were his. He loved you, had since the minute you called him out on his shit not long after meeting him. He loved hugging you, kissing you, fucking you. He really couldn’t help himself when it was like you were made for him. You fit so perfectly into his arms and every sound you made, from the way you said his name when you were pouting to the way you cried out in pleasure, had him thanking every higher power that you were his. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve you, but he tried really hard every day not to screw it up.

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