Sakura hummed as she idly stirred the pot in front of her, half of her attention on the report in front of her and the other half focused on making sure she didn't burn dinner...again. It was nearing the end of the term, and as a teacher at UA, she had to make sure she stayed on top of all things school related to avoid having to rush later.
Honestly, it was for her own sanity. She could only power through so many essays in a day before her eyes started crossing, and young Naruto had a habit of actually writing 'dattebayo' in his papers. Multiple times.
From the living room, a small speaker was playing something low and smooth, and the large window was open to allow as much fresh air into the room as possible. The sky was starting to show shoots of burning gold, heralding the end of the day.
Wind blew through the leaves of the trees outside, muffling the sound of passer-bys and cars making their evening commute. The sound of the front door opening and closing pulled her attention away from the paper, and she reached over to turn the dial so that the stove burner was set to 'off' before smoothing her hands down the front of her navy wrap dress, making sure the tie on her side was secure.
"I'm home," Eijirou's deep voice called out as he changed into his slippers. Sakura could practically hear his sigh of relief as he put his feet into something more comfortable than the boots that he wore with his hero costume. Sakura leaned against the opening to the kitchen and gave him a smile as he made his way further into their home.
"Welcome home, handsome." At the sound of her voice, Eijirou sent her a smile that was so reminiscent of their childhood and days at UA, she had to take a moment to bask in it. They weren't old by any means, but time had passed since those crazy days, and now smile lines had made themselves at home in the corners of his eyes.
Bright green eyes took in his total appearance, noting the dark smudges, cuts and sweat stains, which made it look like he had been sparring with Bakugou and not dealing with the run-of-the-mill villains that seemed to pop-up every once in a while. Even the high ponytail he preferred to wear his hair in was looking tired and disheveled.
Eijirou stepped towards her, arms open like he wanted to smother her in a hug. Sakura snorted and danced around him to where her work bag sat in the living room. Tucking the paper into the bag so she didn't lose it, Sakura shot the red-haired man a look over her shoulder.
"If you want a hug, you better take your happy ass to the shower. I just got everything clean, and I don't want your dirty hands touching anything until they've been cleaned. Dinner is ready, so whenever you're done we can sit down and eat. I'm just waiting on dessert at this point."
Eijirou shot her a look of interest. "Dinner, dessert, and you're wearing that dress I like? What's the occasion?" Confusion slowly melted into budding horror. "I didn't forget anything important, did I? I could have sworn our anniversary was in October, and your birthday was last month."
Sakura snorted as Eijirou started panicking and trying to use his fingers to count down the important dates in their lives. "No, I promise you didn't miss anything big. I just wanted to do something a little different for us. And this is just a summer dress, you dork. Dinner isn't going to be anything super fancy, so go hop in the shower and change into something comfy. Maybe we can even watch a movie after since we're both off tomorrow."
The sigh of relief that escaped him could probably power an entire city block with how much wind it generated.
"Cool, shower it is. Give me like...20 minutes and I'll be back down, promise." Sakura shrieked in mock outrage as he dropped a quick kiss to her forehead on his way past her to the hallway that led to their room and bathroom.
After taking a quick peek at the time, Sakura made a mental note to check on the deserts in the next 10 minutes that were in the oven before settling down on the couch to scroll through her phone for some mindless entertainment. Time passed quickly as she looked in on the little snippets of her friends' lives posted on social media. She cooed at new pets and laughed at some of the memories that would pop up here and there.
She had graduated from the hero course at UA in the same class as Eijirou and the others, remembered the hardships as well as the small gems in between. Sakura had thought that she wanted to be a pro hero indefinitely, and with her dual quirks she could have absolutely made it happen. However, after 5 years on active duty she had agreed to give a guest lecture at UA and somehow Principal Nezu had managed to weasel her into teaching part-time for the hero course. The rest was history.
She loved her job, and her students brought her a joy she didn't think they would. Even if they were gremlins she would like nothing more than to punt to the other side of the campus 90 percent of the time.
Needless to say, she had also developed a healthy appreciation for all of the shit class 1-A had put Aizawa through all those years ago.
"I've returned clean and sweat-free, just as my lady requested." Sakura looked up from her phone to take in the image of Eijirou standing in the hallway entrance. He was clad only in a pair of sweatpants and a bath towel that covered his damp hair and shoulders.
"Ahhh, so there was a human under all of that sweat and grime," she teased as she placed her phone on the coffee table before standing up to meet him. Eijirou let out a bark of laughter that showed off his sharp teeth before making grabby hands towards her. "How was your day?"
Sakura gathered the towel and used it to catch any excess water from his relaxed red hair before tossing it onto a nearby chair. It was probably time for a haircut, she mused, running her fingers through the red locks. His hair had grown to the point that it reached the middle of his back in a riot of layers.
"Long," Eijirou groaned. Small cuts and bruises littered his body, overlapping the older scars he had accumulated during his years as a pro hero. Without thinking, Sakura activated her healing quirk, checking to make sure there wasn't any deeper damage she needed to worry about. "I think Bakugou broke a reporter's camera again. On purpose."
Sakura snorted. "So he's doing well then, that's good to know. I was worried when he didn't show up for our weekly dinner on Tuesday."
"Yeah, you know him. Not really a sociable kind of guy."
"Nah, he's just bitter that I beat him in UNO again."
"Well you do have freakishly good luck when it comes to card games," Eijirou chuckled. He nuzzled into the hand that rested on his cheek, loving the warm feeling of her quirk working its way through his body. "Have you ever played yourself before? I need to take you to a gambling house one of these days."
"Ha ha," she said sarcastically. "I actually have a girls' day planned with Mina and the others coming up soon. Maybe we can end the day with dinner if everyone's schedules line up. It would be nice to get our class together again, it's been too long."
"That could be fun," he said, scratching at his stubbled chin in thought. "We'd probably have to make sure Bakugou travels with us, just to make sure he actually shows up."
"We can work out the details later, right now I just want my hello kiss that you were too grimey to give to me earlier." No sooner had she finished speaking than her lips were covered with his.
She always loved the way Eijirou kissed her; sometimes sipping at her lips like she was the most delicate thing he had ever laid eyes on and other times like he wanted nothing more than to devour her whole. This was one of the times that he sipped at her, drawing her into a game of quick kisses so gentle they tickled. Sakura smiled at the sensation. "Welcome home, handsome."
Sneaky fingers reached around her to turn up the volume on the speaker that she had been listening to earlier, and Sakura looked at Eijirou in confusion.
"You know what we haven't done in a while?" he asked with a charming grin, red eyes soft as he took in her loose hair and navy summer dress. "I can't remember the last time we danced, just the two of us. Nothing crazy, just me and you, in the moment. What do you say?"
"You're such a sap, did you break into Denki's romance movies again?"
"So what if I have? Keeping your girl happy is peak manliness, you know. I have to stay on my toes so you don't realize you're too good for me."
"That was a smooth line, feel free to keep trying them out on me any time."
"Always."
Sakura smiled and wrapped her arms around Eijirou's broad shoulders while his hands settled on the small of her waist. Together, they swayed back and forth to the slow, jazzy tune that played from the speaker. A warm breeze snuck through the open window, bringing the smell of a lazy summer afternoon with it. Honestly, she thought as she rubbed her nose against his, it was the perfect way to end the day.
"What are you thinking?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his with how close they were. His eyes never left her face for a moment.
"Hmm, where to begin," he said. Rough fingers came up to dance along her cheekbone, guiding her in for a ghost of a kiss. "I'm happy and healthy, and dancing in my living room with a woman who shines brighter than all of the stars in the sky put together."
"Ahhh, another cheesy one-liner. You do know that the sun is a star right? How would this woman of yours shine brighter than the sun?" A laugh escaped her as she was spun around and dropped into a dip that had her loose hair grazing the floor.
"I said what I said, you crazy woman. All of the stars, even the big yellow thing." He greedily drank in her open laughter, the slope of her exposed throat, the constellation of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Eijirou's nose wrinkled as he brought Sakura out of the dip, a harsh smell ripping him from the moment. "Does something smell like it's burning to you?"
Sakura let out a loud curse and nearly tossed the sturdy hero over the couch in her mad dash to reach the kitchen and open the oven, only to let out a small whine when the dessert she had spent so long on came out looking charred and inedible. Eijirou tried to stifle his snort of laughter.
"Don't laugh, I was trying so hard! I got us whipped cream and everything," she said with a pout. Eijirou wrapped his arms back around her waist and looked over her shoulder at the black lumps of charcoal. Sakura poked one of the mysterious bricks and winced when it crumpled into multiple pieces. "It was supposed to be a lava cake."
"Well it's definitely past the point of no return," he joked. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head when her pouting continued. "Don't worry about it, everything else looks absolutely amazing. I'm sure we can figure out something else for dessert later. Right now, let's sit down and eat. I wanna hear about your day."
And so the couple sat at the table, Eijirou laughing heartily as Sakura regaled him with stories of her students' shenanigans. The ongoing saga of the rivalry between Sasuke and Naruto was particularly interesting to him. Something about the two reminded him of watching Midoriya and Bakugou go at it when school first started.
By the time their dinner was finished and they had dried the last of the dirtied dishes, any remaining tension from his day had drained from Eijirou's shoulders leaving him loose and relaxed. Feeling playful, Sakura hopped up to sit on the counter and kicked her feet back and forth, content with watching her lover bustle around the kitchen to finish cleaning up.
"You know," Eijirou started as he made his way to stand between her legs, his thumbs rubbing circles into her knees. "I'm still pretty amazed you managed to burn dessert that quickly. That's gotta be a new record for you right?"
"Don't remind me." Sakura hid her face in his chest, embarrassment burning the back of her neck. "I was so looking forward to it too."
Eijirou only chuckled and pressed his face to her petal pink hair. The circles his fingers were rubbing against her skin made their way underneath her dress and fiddled with the hem.
"Now, I know you had mentioned having whipped cream, but I was thinking something a little more…" Deft fingers plucked at the end of the knot at her side, undoing it and leaving it to slide open. "Fulfilling."
"Kirishima Eijirou," Sakura started, ignoring the tickle of the fabric as it slid down her shoulders and exposed her chest to his wandering eyes. "We are in the middle of the kitchen, that's hardly sanitary."
"Princess, sanitary is the last thing I want when it comes to you."
Sakura yelped as his arms slid under her until his elbows locked under her knees and tensed before lifting her up from the counter effortlessly. Pale thighs tightened around the shoulders she had been admiring throughout dinner as Eijirou made his way to the other side of the kitchen to place her back flat against the wall.
Maintaining eye contact, the taller male squatted until his knees hit the floor. Once stable, the red-head hardened the nails of one of his hands and used them to rip her underwear from her center. Eijirou shot her a roguish grin and leaned his head back so that he had a clear view of her.
"I want you to touch yourself, princess. Make sure my dessert is ready for me." Rough hands brought her right hand to her center and her left to her breast, where his fingers coaxed hers to pull and tease her nipple. Somehow, he was holding her up with just the wall and his shoulders, and the thought made her shudder. Her other fingers found her center without hesitation, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head and slip closed with pleasure.
Sakura swore when she felt sharp teeth and warm breath dance up the inside of her thigh, occasionally pausing long enough for slightly rough lips and a curious tongue to press open mouthed kisses and small blossoming bruises into the soft skin.
Beryl eyes forced themselves open and focused on the red-head between her thighs, only to find his eyes focused on the dance of her fingers as his lips, tongue, and teeth worked together to leave a bruise large enough that she would feel it for a week at least.
The thought of still feeling him every time she crossed her legs had her hips rolling forward off of the wall and into her hand. Words of encouragement were whispered into her thigh, telling her how beautiful and wet she was, promises of things to come, begging her to make herself come, to get a little louder. Just for him-always for him.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Her fingers left her breast to lock onto his wrist, needing something to anchor her as the ball at her center tightened to the point that her vision started narrowing, until all she could see was red and the blinding white of the tile beneath them.
A moan, long and low, spilled from her mouth as the roll of her hips paired with just the right touch of her clit sent a bolt of pleasure up her back and down to her toes at the same time.
Eijirou growled in response and surged forward, pinning her hips back to the wall and nosing her hand out of the way to make room for his mouth to devour her. The feel of his sharp teeth on her most sensitive place sent her spiraling higher and kept her there, while his tongue probed her opening, demanding to taste as much of her as possible.
Almost mindlessly, her own hand rose to her mouth before full lips closed around the still damp fingers so she could taste herself. He must have been watching, because the next moment a raspy moan rumbled from deep in his chest as his mouth became impossibly more insistent. That combined with the quick pop of his hand against her outer thigh had her practically screaming her release.
By the time she came back to herself, she had slid down the wall until she was sitting on Eijirou's thighs, her ankles still up by his ears and his straining member pushing against his sweatpants against her opening. Sakura hummed, basking in the feeling of her lover's lips dancing along her neck before grabbing two fist-fulls of his thick hair and directing his mouth to hers.
Eijirou moaned, deep and half feral, before rubbing his fingers against her clit. Sakura gasped, feeling sharp tingles shoot to her toes at the overstimulation.
"How do you feel, princess?"
As if he didn't just see her lose half her mind. Sakura sighed and pulled his head back so that she could pepper quick kisses along his jaw until she reached his ear, where she began nibbling on the flesh in a way that always drove him crazy.
"I want you," she started with a whisper, "to fuck me nice and slow, and then hard and fast. Fuck me until I can't remember my own name, handsome."
Large hands settled around her waist and supported her back as Eijirou rocked back to his feet and stood in one smooth motion. Sakura had to take a moment to remind herself to breathe. His strength had always left her breathless, and when he used it to move her around where he wanted her?
Well.
She was knocked out of her musing when her back met the solid wood of their table, Eijirou laying her flat, before taking a step back to take her in and fisting his member through his sweatpants. She probably made one hell of a picture. Thighs covered in hickies, face debauched, yet he looked at her as if she was a masterpiece.
"I can't decide how I want you," he said, idly pulling the elastic of his pants over his waist and letting the fabric fall. Sakura watched as he nibbled on the nail of his thumb, head tilting back and forth as if he were envisioning all of the possible scenarios.
With a considering hum, his hands came to pull her hips off of the table, forcing her to stand before turning her so that her back was to him.
"I think," he said as one of his hands traveled up the center of her back until he pushed between her shoulders, guiding her to bend over the table. That same hand gathered her hair and twisted until it was wrapped around his knuckles and his nails scraped against her scalp. "I want to take you from behind. Let me know if it's too much?"
The hand in her hair pulled her head back further, forcing her back to bow until she had to use her hands to hold herself up. Before she could say anything, his other hand came down with a smack on her ass. A loud moan tore from her throat and her hips thrust backwards, wordlessly begging for him to continue.
With a curse, Eijirou's free arm hooked around her hips to encourage her to stand on her tip-toes, lining them up so that he could press his length into her. Sakura's eyes rolled back again, enjoying the slow, burning slide of him entering her.
She loved the feel of him inside of her. He always felt like he was just a smidge too thick and a tad too long, pushing her to the edge and making her question if she could take it.
The hand around her waist shifted so that he could grab a handful of her cheek, kneading the flesh right where the sting of his earlier slap still tingled. He set a rough pace, his hips meeting hers in powerful thrusts that had her breath stuttering in time with the movements.
The grip of the hand in her hair became impossibly tighter as he used the leverage to pull her back into his thrusts. At one point she could have sworn he hit her cervix, but by then she was too far gone.
"Shit, you're so fucking tight, princess. Do you like this? Do you like getting bent over the table and fucked as if your life depended on it? Tell me. Tell me how much you love this."
"Yesssss," Sakura whined, the 's' stuttering in time with her breaths.
Another quick smack met her cheek as he began moving even faster. "'Yes' what?"
"Yes, sir!" She gasped. "I love it, I love it so much. Please don't stop!"
"Fuuck." Eijirou leaned forward, curling over her so his teeth could latch back onto her neck, and his long hair slid over her shoulder. His hand left her ass to grab at the table in front of where her hands were curled into fists, his quirk hardening his fingers so they could dig deep into the surface.
Vaguely, Sakura heard the word 'please' falling from her lips repeatedly. She couldn't tell what she was begging for, for the life of her, but she had to keep saying that word. Pleasure rode up her spine like a wave and left her body feeling like a hot, tingling mess.
"I...I'm so close," she panted. "Please. Please Eiji. Don't stop. I want it, I want it all."
The wood where the sharp points of his fingers were digging into began to crack and splinter as Eijirou growled in pleasure. Sakura pressed her body back into his thrusts, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast enough to have her head sagging forward despite the grasp he still had on her hair.
"Shit," he hissed between clenched teeth. Tears of pleasure dotted her eyelashes and blurred her vision as he pressed as far as possible into her before reaching his release. Warmth spilled inside of her, and his warm lips met hers in a fierce kiss. Soon enough, the loud pounding in her ears faded until their labored breathing was the only thing she could focus on.
The fingers in her hair loosened their grip until he was massaging the back of her head.
"Sorry about that," he whispered against her lips, his red eyes staring into hers. "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"
"Not even close," she whispered back. "But if you want to keep up the massage, then by all means, feel free to."
Eijirou snorted and dropped his forehead down to her shoulder. With a final deep breath, he went to remove his fingers from the table. They had sunk down to the second knuckle, and even with his quirk deactivated, it took some maneuvering to remove them completely. The couple stared down at the deep punctures before Sakura's shoulders began shaking with laughter.
Some time later, the couple found themselves clothed and stretched out on their couch underneath a blanket, Sakura laying on top of Eijirou as a random movie played in the background. Sakura hummed as she twirled a lock of red hair between her fingers. "How is it that you can make me go from zero to a hundred in no time at all?"
Eijirou chuckled from under her. "That's funny, I could have asked you the same thing. I feel like I married a deviant." An indignant squawk left his mouth as Sakura's suddenly wet pinky finger made its way inside his ear.
"Keep talking smack, husband of mine. We both know I'm the only one who knows where the handcuffs are."