he had been hyping himself up for weeks, had been thinking about it for months, and had been feeling this way for years.
it was a miracle he didn’t slip and eat shit with how wet the pavement was. it had been raining all day long, clouds dark and stormy and honestly a great representation of how okuyasu’s heart was feeling.
his long strides carried him across the pavement, feet barely touching the ground as he sprinted to the train station. it was less than ten minutes away, but a quick glance at his watch told him that the train would be leaving within the next five.
trains are so unpredictable too. sometimes they come early, sometimes they leave late.
with his luck, the train would already be gone when he walked through the tall doors.
that thought put fear into his heart, so he sprinted even harder.
this would be his last chance.
if he missed the train right now, he wouldn’t see josuke again for another six month, but it would feel like a lifetime.
six months of being apart.
six months of josuke away at university, chasing girls and guys, partying on tuesdays, and living his best life.
all while okuyasu stayed in morioh, not knowing what he would be doing but knowing for sure he would be full of regret.
he’s been in love with josuke for much too long. every time he thought to say something, something unexpected happened and the moment was ruined.
by an oblivious koichi joining the conversation, by a vindictive rohan throwing shade, by some random stand user causing trouble.
most times, okuyasu ruined it himself by stumbling over his words or just pussying out.
he likes to ignore that fact. it’s much easier to blame rohan.
but today was the day. mostly because he had no other option. having his best friend leave was hard enough, but letting him go halfway across the country without ever telling him how he truly felt ??
that would be fucking heartbreaking.
okuyasu burst through the station doors, ignoring the frightened cries of travelers and booking it towards the large departure board.
he didn’t stop moving, hopping up and down while his eyes scanned the board for josuke’s train, heart actually sinking down to his knees when he saw the status change before his eyes.
//departing now.//
those two words were all the motivation he needed to continue his breakneck sprint through the halls, down the stairs and onto the platform.
there were still a few stragglers left, carrying their luggage onto the train, saying final goodbyes, etc.
okuyasu would never forgive himself if he didn’t get a chance to do the same.
his eyes scanned the people left on the platform, heart moving from his knees into his throat when he saw the familiar pompadour carrying a large bag onto the train. but by the time he reached the car josuke was gone, probably already seated and thinking about anything but him.
he couldn’t help the dejection that flowed through his entire body, falling to his knees in a large puddle that had accumulated on the platform.
his hair was a mess and his clothes were soaked through, but he could barely feel any of it over the pain in his chest.
“okuyasu?”
a kind and familiar voice brought him back from the pits of despair, a whimper of relief escaping as he looked up and saw josuke looking quite concerned in front of him.
“what are you doing here?? and why are you soaking wet?”
everything came out in a rush.
everything he had been thinking and feeling for the last three years, everything he had convinced himself out of saying, everything he had felt and lived and breathed: all of it. all in five small words.
and then some more, because okuyasu was never one to be concise.
“i’m in love with you.”
the blush that spread accross josuke’s cheeks was visible, even from okuyasu’s position and though the pouring rain.
“i have been for years, josuke. you know i’m not smart so i’ve never known how to say it. but i’m in love with just every single +
part of you. your smile, your laugh, the way you carry yourself and the dedication you put into your hair —and everything else you do— each time you wake up and every moment after that. i would worship the ground you walked on if you’d let me, josuke. just let me show you.”
okuyasu doesn’t remember standing up, but he finds himself face to face w josuke who’s skin was a vibrant shade of pink.
okuyasu can feel the heat rising from his own cheeks and is sure the color is similar, if not worse.
he doesn’t know what else to say, because if josuke felt the same he would’ve said something already. it was a mistake to come here, a mistake to spill his feelings, a mistake to have even fallen for his best friend in the first place. maybe if he left now, he could save the fri—
all thoughts stop as their lips collide. it’s a kiss that’s soft and sweet, a million words communicated in one simple action. josuke tastes of fresh rain with a hint of cherry, which okuyasu knew was his favorite flavor of lip balm. he nearly fell to his knees again,
only kept up by josuke’s strong hands that had somehow wrapped around his waist without even knowing it. he leaned into the touch, wanting more but too afraid to ask for it.
for all his anxiety and fears, every negative thing he had thought for the last three years, all of it +
just dissipated from his being like the rain against their skin. for a long —but also not long enough— moment, everything felt right.
josuke was the first one to pull away, obviously hearing the yells from the conductor even as okuyasu was still reeling.
“i’ve been waiting for you to say something. and i’ve always felt the same.”
his smile was soft, eyes saying more than his mouth needed to in that moment. josuke took one hand and caressed okuyasu’s face, thumb trailing down the scars.
okuyasu didn’t trust himself to speak, because whatever came out would probably be incoherent and would certainly be very stupid. he just wanted to stay in the moment, with josuke’s arms wrapped around him, eyes connected and hearts open, all their feelings finally out.
it was the cold sting of the rain that finally brought him back to the present.
“i have to go now, okuyasu, but don’t think this is it for us. we’ll talk every day, and if you ever need to get away from morioh you always have a place to stay with me. though i hope you won’t mind if it’s in the same bed.”
okuyasu could feel the blush creep up his cheeks at again, nodding slightly and smiling wide.
okay imagine: hanta goes into sho’s tired as shit and just wants to sleep but shoto the little whore wants to fuck so hanta just flops on the bed and says “don’t touch my dick but you can use my hands however you want”
cut to 20 min later and sho has four of hanta’s fingers stuffed inside him and is bouncing up and down on his wrist like it’s a fucking dildo and hanta couldn’t sleep even tho he wants to sooo bad
as payback tho the next time sho lifts up he tucks his thumb 😵💫😵💫😵💫
sho doesn’t realize it until he’s going back down and feels it get so much thicker and wider and moans like the WHORE HE IS as hanta’s entire fucking fist is sucked into his pussy 🥵🥵🥵
he has to stop because fuck fuck fuck but once he’s used to it he starts bouncing away +
|| tags: corruption, degradation and praise kinks, public sex, cuntboy!shoto, asshole!sero, big dick!iida, double penetration, anal fingering, vouyerism, exhibitionism, pussy fingering,
iida always trains late into the night after particularly hard days. it’s honestly a stress reliever, knowing that the gym is empty and everyone is back in the dorms and that he has no one to impress or worry about.
katsuki had been told that they were going to put up christmas lights tonight. it meant no more decorating, so it worked out.
what he didn’t know was the the lights would be used in…other ways.
|| tags: nsfw, object insertion, improper use of christmas lights, rimming, festive and flavored lube, coming untouched ||
it started off so innocent. katsuki came in from patrol, saw that izuku had already gotten the lights out and ready, so they quickly went to work.
they started in the main room of the apartment, izuku gathering all of the strings and handing the bundles over to katsuki as he used Float to get to the highest points and wrap the lights around. honestly it was easy work, with more than 3/4 of the lights done after 1.5hrs.
tags: lingerie, boys in dresses, feminization, afab terms used, praise kink, established relationship, massages, pro heroes, mommy kink, hand jobs, blow jobs, anal sex, all that good stuff 😘
the front door opened and shut quite loud, with enough force to let kirishima know that his boyfriend had had a /really/ rough day. he had called halfway through the shift to complain about something stupid the agency had done, but that call ended with a loud “fuck” and a click.
the radio silence during the remaining five hours of his shift gave kiri the impression that he had either been ridiculously busy or was too angry to talk.
kiri had a feeling it was a little of both.
it seemed like his patrols were getting more and more difficult over +
blood. that’s the first thing he saw. well, technically, he smelled it long before he had even opened the door.
the sharp metallic scent travelled under the room, cut through the calming lavender that rose from the bath where atsumu was submerged. initially he ignored it, assuming it came from the last traces of his bloody nose.
but as he soaked in the bath, the smell just got stronger.
for a long moment, he was tempted to just ignore it all together, staying in the bath and nursing the growing splotches of red and purple all over his body, gifts from his boyfriend after their most recent argument.