#please enjoy this self-indulgent piece
❁pitter patter -> bnha drabble.
ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ × ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ꜰᴏʀ:@kirakirasaku’s 300 event 「雨の愛」
ᴛᴀɢꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:18+, smut + fluff/smuff, cute soft sex, I tried to make the smut just a little more realistic, a dash of comfort because deep down we’re all a little depressed, semi-clothed sex, raw sex babyyy, creampie, pet names, he calls you kitty, rain themes, rainy date inside, 雨の愛/Rainy Love collab event entry, drabble
ᴀ/ɴ:cats don’t like the rain
18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ! ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ: ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ!
Sheets of rain lash against the windows of the apartment as you stare, bare-foot and pyjama-clad, at the gloomy haze beyond the glass, rubbing your eyes. Your plans for a day out are clearly ruined.
“Well, that’s just brilliant,” you mumble through a yawn as Aizawa sidles up to you carrying two steaming cups of coffee and hands you one. You both settle in and watch the soothing pitter-patter of the rain and wind battering the windows. You grin over the curling steam of the cup. “That settles it, then. We’re having a rainy date.”
“A what?” asks Aizawa, sucking in the corners of his smile. The bags under his eyes are making him look particularly hot this morning.
“A rainy date,” you reiterate. “You know, staying inside, watching movies, snuggling up in blankets and making pillow forts. All very mature activities befitting our advanced years.”
“I see,” he muses, placing down his coffee cup and wrapping his arms around your waist as you walk past. “What do you want to do first, then?”
You lean back into his chest, stroking your fingers through his hair as he dips his head into the crook of your neck. “How about the pillow fort?”
His lips peck and your collarbone making you giggle. “I’ll get the pillows.”
“Blankets?”
“Check.”
“Pillows?”
“Check.”
“Cushions?”
“What’s the difference?”
“Pillows are from the bed, cushions are from the sofa!” you say, picking up a pillow crawling your way across the mess of things on the floor just to smack him over the head with it. He falls back onto the pillows with a whump!
“Oh, so it’s a pillow fight you want, is it?” Aizawa grins, picking up an arsenal of weapons as you squeak and try to crawl away, only to be knocked to the ground by a squishy missile hitting the small of your back.
He scampers over the pillows to you, pinning your hands above your head as you try to reach for something in order to defend yourself. With him staring down at you, your laughter and giggles fade, until you’re panting together on the bed of pillows, listening to the sound of the rain as the tension rises.
His eyes search your body, something darker behind them as he grips your wrists a little tighter. You arch your back and bite your lip, inviting his knee to nestle between your legs. A hum progresses into a growl in this throat as you arch your hips, grinding the apex of your thighs against him.
“Hmm, an eager little kitty today, aren’t we?” he whispers, your lips grazing each other’s. You nod and his mouth presses against yours, stealing your breath.
As you kiss and suck against each other, you feel his hands wandering down you body, pulling at the waistband of your pyjamas. You break the kiss, nipping his lip. “What about the pillow fort?” you ask.
A devilish grin slides across his lips as his thumbs drag at the fabric of your pants. “It can wait.”
His pyjama bottoms are bunched around his thighs as he pins you to the ground, flattening his hips against yours.
“Mm-fuck.You’re so wet for me already, huh, kitty?” His arms hook under your thighs, sliding your legs over his shoulders as he eases forwards, finally bottoming out inside you with a groan. He wastes no time, slow-thrusting deep into your pussy and pressing you down into the pillows littering the floor.
“Shou-Shouta,fuck. Don’t slow down,” you mewl, arching your back. He tugs at your top, exposing your chest and lowers his hungry mouth to them. His breath his hot on your skin as he sucks and licks at your breasts while his cock drags against the tightness of your walls.
“You close already?” he rasps. He grins at you whines beneath him, until you rake your fingers through his hair.
“Shut up,” you whisper, forcing his lips against yours.
His moans are muffled into your mouth and softened by the delicate patter of the rain as his hand slides down your body. His finger slips between your folds, stroking and encircling your clit.
“A-Ah! Mm!” You break the kiss and nip at his lower lip, and he chuckles, only becoming more relentless in his stroking of your swollen nub.
“Haa, that’s it, kitty,” he groans, as you tighten and flutter around him, squeezing his hard, tender cock. “Cum for me baby. I’ve got you, cum for me,” he coos in your ear as your hips roll into his thrusts and you begin to unravel beneath him.
He hushes and coos you through your high, kissing your lips and caressing the side of your face until he winces and groans, cumming thick, warm ropes into your quivering walls.
The apartment is quiet, the only sounds to be heard are the rain and thunder outside the walls and the shifting of bodies against pillows as they huff and pant together in a heap on the floor. Aizawa’s thumb runs over your lip as you look up through your lashes and giggle.
“How about that pillow fort?” he asks, leaning his forehead against yours. His hand seeks yours, splaying your fingers and interlacing them with his.
You plant a peck on his nose and then his lips, brushing his tousled hair from his face and enjoying the scratch of his stubble against your cheek.
“That sounds perfect.”
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