I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)
In the beginning of the relationship, she initiates more than him. Mostly because he’s never had someone consistently in his life who needed more from him that his volleyball knowledge and skills.
There’s no being subtle with Ushijima. He’s not stupid, per se, but he appreciates straightforwardness. So when she wants him, she makes it clear.
He comes home to find all the lights off except the hall and their bedroom.
When he walks in, there she is, clad in lace or leather, depending on her mood.
“Come and get me, Wakatoshi, I need you,” she purrs, rolling to her stomach, revealing a sexy thong.
He sheds his clothing quickly, rolling her to her back and kissing all over her body.
Eventually, he’ll start initiating, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, mouth trailing hot, wets kisses on her throat.
“I want to fuck you,” he says, nipping her ear lobe. He won’t even wait for her answer, just hoists her up and carries her to the bedroom.
P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)
Your eye twitched at the hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, narrowed eyes sliding up the toned arm to the culprit. “Why do you have to involve me?”
Bakagami glanced over his shoulder. “Because you’re one of the scariest people I know.”
A sweat drop appeared on the back of your head. “I never knew you had such a way with words. I’m surprised the girls aren’t falling over themselves to hear you speak!”
He scowled at the remark but chose to keep his mouth shut.
Silence fell as you made your way to the park. For what, you had no clue.
When you reached the destination, your eyes landed on a few familiar faces; Kise, who looked rather chipper. Kuroko, who wore the same blank expression as always. Koganei, who looked excited and ready to go. And Kasamatsu, who looked rather nervous.
Your gaze followed Koganei’s and you raised an eyebrow at the four girls standing off to the side. They were huddled together, whispering amongst themselves and glancing at the group of boys.
You yanked your arm free of Kagami’s grasp and narrowed your eyes into a glare, ready to demand an explanation when you were glomped by a blonde blur, knocking you back a few paces.
“I’m glad you could make it! Now we can go!” His grip around your body disappeared and he hurried over to the girls, ushering them along. Koga followed happily with Kuroko at his side, while Kasamatsu kept his distance.
Kagami gripped your forearm in a gentle but firm hold, leaning down so he could whisper in your ear. “Kise is trying to find Kasamatsu a girlfriend, but he’s useless when it comes to girls.”
You bit back the smart remark that begged to be released. “Okay… so what up with the group?”
“Kise needed two more guys, and when he asked Kuroko, Koganei-senpai said he would do it. He ended up having to beg Kuroko before he would agree.” He scoffed, shoving his hands into his shorts. “Kuroko threatened me with that damn dog, so I had to come along.”
“And I’m here because…?”
“They were short one girl and I wasn’t about to get set up with some chick I didn’t know.”
“Lovely. I knew I should have ignored your call.”
He sent you an annoyed glare, but you weren’t entirely sure it was meant for you. “If I have to suffer, you can to!”
“You’re such a good friend, Taiga.”
“Shut up.”
“Come now. Is that any way to speak to your elder?”
“Shut up.”
To say that the atmosphere was ‘awkward’ would be the world’s greatest understatement. The only ones talking were Koga and Kise, along with their dates. Honestly, you were fine with Kagami not talking to you but the silence was a bit killer, especially with the aura Kagami and Kasamatsu were giving off.
You rested your elbow on your crossed legs and plopped your cheek into your palm, playing with your shoelace to pass the time which seemed to be dragging by. God, you wish Kise would pull the plug already. His little plan obviously wasn’t working. Even when his date said something to him, all Kasamatsu would do was nod. He wouldn’t even look at her!
Your cell phone buzzed in your pocket and you shared a glance with Kagami before fishing it out and flipping it open. Why in the world was Kise texting you when you were in the SAME room?
– Why are you sitting on the floor?
You held in a snort.
– Because I refuse to sit next to some girl I don’t know.
– Participate, please? 😦
You glanced up and caught Kise’s frown. No matter how tough you liked to believe yourself to be, that look was not something you could easily look over. You sighed before getting up off the floor, only to plop into Kagami’s lap. He grunted at the added weight, growling into your ear.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Shut up.” You muttered before forcing a smile as you addressed the girls. “So! What do you guys do for fun, hmm?”
“Shopping!” They giggled in unison.
You hung your head in disbelief, the corner of your lips twitching. I can’t work with this, Kise!
“A-Ano…”
Blinking blankly, you looked up at the girl sitting across from Kasamatsu. She was a small thing, probably Kuroko’s height, with hair as green as Midorima’s and eyes like emeralds. Thick rimmed glasses were positioned on her face, helping to hold back her bangs that had fallen from the braids’ grip. She fidgeted nervously, but managed to meet my eyes with confidence in her voice.
“I-I’m on the debate team at school.”
Your eyes lit up and you leaned forward. Hope! There was hope after all! “That’s cool. Ne, Yukio?”
He jumped when you nudged him in the side, his face turning a bright red as his hands tightened around his slacks. “Y-Yeah…”
You twitched again. That fool had no idea what he just agreed to! Kagami sniggered, probably at your irritation, and tried to cover it up with a few coughs. A swift nudge to the ribs had him coughing for real.
“Mou, what’s taking that idiot waiter so long?” The blonde sitting across from Kise whined, crossing her legs and causing her skirt to ride up her leg. She ended up flashing Kise, but she didn’t seem to care. She wasn’t the type to care. “I’m hungry, Ryo-kun!”
“I’ll go check and see what the hold up is!” You jumped up, a little too eager, ignoring Kise’s sharp look. Seeing how miserable he looked, you figured you’d spare poor Yukio, as well. “Give me a hand?”
His blue eyes snapped up to meet yours, as if to make sure you were speaking to him. You held your hand out in confirmation, figuring he might need some help un-sticking himself from between Kagami and Kuroko. He seemed to hesitate, swallowing hard before slipping his sweaty hand into your own. It proved just how nervous and uncomfortable he really was.
You pulled him up with ease, not bothering to spare the others a glance before you turned and left the room, pulling the younger boy along behind you. Only when you were a safe distance away did you release his hand, instead placing them in the pockets of your hoodie.
“Sorry if you wanted to stay. Just seemed like you were pretty uncomfortable.”
“Y-Yeah. Thank you.”
You glanced at him curiously. “You really didn’t wanna do this, did you?”
“I don’t have time for girls.”
You chuckled at his response and he glared at you, unamused.
“What’s so funny about that?”
“You’re only saying that because you don’t know how to handle them. That’s why Kise was trying so hard to help you.”
He didn’t respond, instead turning his head away. Guess you pissed him off.
“Well, what do I know?” You laughed, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “I don’t know you well enough to say either way. I was just going by what I’ve heard from Kise.”
“It’s not my fault I can’t talk to girls.” He muttered in a soft voice. You almost didn’t hear him.
“You’re talking to me, aren’t you?”
“That doesn’t count!”
“How so?” You raised a brow curiously.
“You’re different. It’s not like I’m talking to a girl when I talk to you!”
Did he just call you a guy? You think he did. This kid was about as useless as Kagami… Kise wasn’t kidding!
“I-I mean…” He stumbled over his words, eyes wide and face bright red. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words, but none came.
You laughed again, waving him off. “Don’t worry about it. I know I’m not the most girly thing out there. I’m one of the guys, and it’s easy to forget that I’m female.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not so easily hurt, so relax.” You hadn’t realized he had stopped walking until you glanced over and found the spot next to you vacant. Before you had the chance to turn around, arms wrapped around your body from behind, pinning your arms to your side. The embrace was awkward and you could feel just how tense his body was… he really didn’t have any experience. It was actually pretty surprising, considering how good looking he is.
You tapped his arm curiously after a minute of silence. “What are you doing, Yukio?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it came out. I just…”
“I said it’s fine.” You laughed, patting his arm. You expected his grip to disappear, or at least loosen up a bit, but he tightened it instead.
“The truth is… I always get nervous around you. I never know what to say or do, and I always get jealous when I see how easy it is for Kise to talk to you. I just wanna smack him!”
“You should. Holding in your anger is bad for your health, ya know.” You were dead serious, too. You love Kise, but he could get on your nerves sometimes. He needed some tough love. Especially after tonight. “Your problem is that you think too much.”
You pried his arms off, turning around to meet his confused gaze. His cheeks were alight with red and something burned in the depths of his blue eyes, but you couldn’t make out what it was.
“You think too much about what to do and what to say, and you end up psyching yourself out. Don’t think so much. Be impulsive and just say or do whatever comes to mind. You can think about it later on.”
He looked down at the floor, seeming to think about what you told him. When he looked up again, there was a fire burning in his eyes. You didn’t move as he reached forward, grabbing your shoulders firmly and pulling you into his body. His lips crashed down onto your own, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to keep you in place. Your body was thrown into shock… you couldn’t move a muscle! Was Kasamatsu Yukio really kissing you? It seemed like a dream.
After a few seconds, he pulled away enough to create a few inches between your lips. Having him so close, you realized just how good looking this boy really was. With his spiked black hair and intense blue eyes, his strong features and his well-defined brow. He was almost god-like in looks. Kind of like Kise, but more masculine and rough.
You still hadn’t moved.
He must have taken that as a bad sign because he began to pull away. It was then that you realized what needed to be done.
Your hand grabbed the back of his neck to stop him in his tracks, fingers sliding through his silky hair. His eyes widened in surprise before your lips collided again, this time with more passion and want. The grip around your waist tightened as your lips moved in perfect synch.
The passion began to heat up as he pushed you against the wall, his muscled body making you groan in satisfaction as it molded against your own. You guess the sound snapped him out of whatever trance he had been in, because he jumped away from, eyes wide like saucers and his hand covering his mouth.
You licked your lips to get another taste of him, chest heaving up and down as you attempted to slow your rapidly beating heart.
The passionate air that you had just been bathed in slowly stared to fade away, making way for an air of awkwardness that you weren’t quite sure how you could break. You didn’t know how he felt, so you didn’t know what step you should take next. For all you knew, he could have been just using you for practice.
“I’m s – ”
“Don’t say it.” You scowled, rubbing the back of your head. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”
“You didn’t pull away.”
“Did you want me to?”
“No.”
Surprised by the answer, your eyes met his. The shock had faded, it seemed, and there was determination burning in the depths of his eyes. A couple steps was all it took before he was directly in front of you, his lips hovering over your own.
“I still feel nervous around you.”
You grinned, throwing your arms around his neck. “Hmm, we’ll just have to keep practicing until your not nervous anymore.”
“What about Kise?”
“Who cares. He’ll find out eventually.” You muttered, capturing his lips once more.
This time, you didn’t let him get away.
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His expression gives no indication of the trepidation in his heart. He’s fairly sure she’ll say yes, they’ve been together three years and those have been filled with enough ups and downs that he knows she’ll stay by him through anything.
But it’s difficult to fully combat the fear of “what if?”.
Taking a deep breath, Matsukawa checks his pocket, he’s lost count at this point of how many times, fingers rubbing against the small leather box nestled within, questions about its contents bombarding his mind.
Is the diamond too small? Is it the right cut? Did he get her ring size right? Did she want a different metal for the band?
The door opens, revealing her in a solid red dress, sparkling silver belt around her waist, a jeweled bow in her hair.
He inhales sharply, overcome with the Christmas vision she makes.
“Issei, you look so handsome!” she compliments, bright smile on her face. “Merry Christmas!”
His chest tightens, unexpected emotions welling in him faster than he can filter them. “Marry me…I mean….Merry Christmas!” he practically shouts.
She startles, eyes a bit wider.
Matsukawa is sure his heart has actually stopped beating. Did he really just blurt that out? And then correct himself like it was mistake? Granted it was, he hadn’t meant to say that now but he wants her to marry him more than anything in the world!
Before she can respond, he falls to both knees before her, grabbing her left hand. “Actually, I meant the first. I…I had a whole thing planned, clearly that’s a moot point.” He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to keep his eyes on her face. “I love you, so, so much, and I’d be deeply honored if you’d give me the best Christmas gift of my life by accepting my proposal.” Taking out the box, he opens it, holding it up before her. “Will you marry me?”
In the twinkling lights of the tree, he can see tears welling in her eyes but her smile assures him of their nature.
Falling to her own knees, her arms wrap around his neck. “Yes, Issei, I’ll marry you.”
He smiles, pulling back to slip the ring on her finger and press his lips to hers.
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O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)
Kasamatsu’s brow furrows, his frown lines deepening as he works to concentrate on holding back but it’s too late. He’s overwhelmed by the feelings (emotional and physical) that he’s experiencing and it all leads to him unloading well before he intends to.
He’s embarrassed, of course, eager to please but unsure how to do so because this is their first time. Well, it’s his first time, he’s not exactly sure of her because he’s always been too nervous to ask, feeling it was way too intrusive.
Which is ironic considering his dick, although softening, is still buried all the way to the hilt in her sweet warmth.
“Yukio.” Her voice calls him out of the darkness and he opens his eyes. She’s smiling, her hand reaching up to caress his face. “Did I…did it feel good?” she asks, a bit breathless.
He huffs, tilting his neck. “It felt amazing.” He leans up, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, murmuring against them, “You’re amazing.”
“So are you,” she reassures.
He tries to smile, tries to enjoy this moment for all it’s worth despite his embarrassment. “There’s other ways, you know,” she adds, fingers tracing over his shoulders.
“Show me,” he requests, holding her close, face buried in her neck to hide his blush. “Show me how to make you feel that good.”
P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)
“How do you know you won’t like it unless you try?” Kei asks looking over his glasses.
She squirms under his heated gaze. It isn’t often Tsukishima shows his desires so plainly and while the idea intrigues her, she can’t help nerves overpowering her.
“I don’t know, Kei, I mean, it seems…so dirty,” she confesses, voice quiet.
He cocks as eyebrow, placing his glasses on the nightstand before slowly rolling to his hands and knees, crawling towards her.
Scratch that, he’s prowling.
Leaning in, he trails the tip of his nose up the side of her cheek, breath teasing her skin as he whispers, “I’ve fucked you six ways from Saturday, I doubt this is much worse than any of that.” He tugs the lobe of her ear making her gasp. “Come on, I’ll stop the second you tell me to.”
Taking in a deep breath, she nods, squeaking when he rapidly moves behind her, flipping up her skirt and yanking down her underwear. He helps her get them off, gently moving her into a downward dog position, ass up in the air.
He’s always loved her ass, so perky, firm and-
*Smack*
“Kei!”
Spankable.
But he’s done that before, and he knows she likes it. As he leans in and kisses one cheek she jumps. “Relax baby, you can trust me,” he says. After she takes another deep breath, he continues kissing, inching his way towards her center. Spreading her cheeks, his tongue pokes out, gently caressing the edge of her anus.
“Ke…kei.” Her voice quivers, torn between arousal and humiliation.
“I want you,” he insists, pushing forward to lick from the base of her core all the way up through her ass crack. He goes back down, circling her hole and she twitches. His hands grasp her more firmly, spreading her wider, tongue lapping up and down from core to ass wetting her completely.
“That…that’s enough,” she pants.
He hums agreement, turning her over and focusing all his attention on her dripping snatch. “You did so good baby,” he comments, sucking her clit until she comes, crying out his name.
V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)
“Kei.” The breathy sigh of his name alerts Tsukishima to what’s about to come.
Namely: you.
He can’t believe you sent him this, while he’s away with family of all times! Of all the cliche, annoying-
“Fuck, Kei, right there!”
He groans, palming his growing erection and ever so thankful he decided to save opening this particular file until he was safely stowed away in his room. His cheeks flush red as his breathing increases, blood roaring through his veins as he pumps his cock in time to the thrusting of your fingers in your pussy.
“I wish you were here,” you admit, eyes landing directly on the camera and he swears you’re looking right at him. “Your cock always fills me…so…so perfectly.” He yanks faster, knowing by the tone of your voice you’re close.
“Kei…Kei, Kei…KEI!”
His own release spurts against his hand as he watches you come completely undone, chest heaving making your breasts sway enticingly.
Taking a deep breath, he removes his pajama pants completely, wiping the remnants of the mess off before pushing the call button.
“Hmmmm? Kei?” your sleepy voice answers.
“You just couldn’t wait till I got home could you?”
He can hear the shit eating grin on your face. “Don’t deny you enjoyed it.”
“Just be ready, I’m gonna wreck you when I get back,” he grunts.
“Promises, promises. Why don’t you wreck me now, baby?”
“Patience, darling. Oh and no touching yourself until I get back, I want you nice and wanting for me.”
Tsukishima inhales, head feeling light. That had been some fuck fest! Looking at her, he smirks proudly at the indentations on her shoulder. He hadn’t meant to bite so hard but in the heat of the moment, his teeth sank deep leaving marks. Rolling to his side, he trails his fingers over them but when she flinches he frowns. Did he really hurt her?
He shifts closer, spooning his front to her back, brushing feather light kisses over her skin.
“Sorry,” he mutters, hands sliding up and down her stomach.
“It’s ok,” she replies, pressing further into his warmth.
“Tell me to stop next time,” he insists, rolling her to her back to look in her eyes.
She smiles, caressing his face. “I don’t mind being marked by you, Kei.”
Heat pools in his stomach once more, body moving to cover hers as he kisses her. Against her mouth he murmurs, “Then I’ll do the other side.”
X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)
Tsukishima doesn’t watch a lot of porn, fairly paranoid about being found out by his brother and that is not a conversation he wants to have! If he does indulge, he chooses videos feature doggy style. He loves dominating his partner and uses the images as influence for his next romp in the sheets with her.
O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)
Kasamatsu’s brow furrows, his frown lines deepening as he works to concentrate on holding back but it’s too late. He’s overwhelmed by the feelings (emotional and physical) that he’s experiencing and it all leads to him unloading well before he intends to.
He’s embarrassed, of course, eager to please but unsure how to do so because this is their first time. Well, it’s his first time, he’s not exactly sure of her because he’s always been too nervous to ask, feeling it was way too intrusive.
Which is ironic considering his dick, although softening, is still buried all the way to the hilt in her sweet warmth.
“Yukio.” Her voice calls him out of the darkness and he opens his eyes. She’s smiling, her hand reaching up to caress his face. “Did I…did it feel good?” she asks, a bit breathless.
He huffs, tilting his neck. “It felt amazing.” He leans up, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, murmuring against them, “You’re amazing.”
“So are you,” she reassures.
He tries to smile, tries to enjoy this moment for all it’s worth despite his embarrassment. “There’s other ways, you know,” she adds, fingers tracing over his shoulders.
“Show me,” he requests, holding her close, face buried in her neck to hide his blush. “Show me how to make you feel that good.”
P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)
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