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“Daiki, are you ok?” you ask looking at the ace with concern
in your eyes as he walks in the door. You know all his expressions, even the
ones he thinks he hides well and you can see something significant happened
tonight. He chucks down his bag, walking past you without replying to his room,
shutting the door. You debate going to him, knowing when he’s like this it’s
usually best to just leave him be but you decided recently that this can’t go
on forever. You can’t keep allowing him to shut you out.

I can see every tear
you’ve cried

like an ocean in your
eyes

All the pain and the
scars have left you cold

Swallowing your nerves, you set the book you were reading
down on the couch and proceed to his room, knocking softly at the door. A
muffled grunt is all the reply you receive but you take it as permission to
enter and do so. He’s lying on his back in the darkness and you can’t tell from
this distance if his eyes are closed or if he’s staring at the ceiling. Either
way, he’s yet to acknowledge your presence.

“Daiki,” you begin softly, moving forward and shutting the
door, “Please, tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he grumbles, turning on his side to face the
wall.

“Is it something with the team?” you ask ignoring his lie.

As he rolls over again to face you, your adjusted vision
catches a wince of pain shooting across his face. If you weren’t staring right
at him you would have missed it, it was so fleeting. But it’s there and you know
it can only mean one thing.

He opens his mouth but before he can excuse away his
behavior you ask, “It’s your leg isn’t it?”

Aomine stops cold, eyes narrowing in frustration and anger. “First
Satsuki, and now you, can’t you all just back the fuck off? Because of her I’m
benched for the Interhigh and I don’t need my girlfriend ganging up on me too!
I’m fine!”

“You’re not fine, Daiki, and I’m not just talking about your
damn leg!”

I can see all the
fears you face

through a storm that
never goes away

Don’t believe all the
lies that you’ve been told

He pauses, clearly surprised by your outburst because you never raise your voice to anyone, least
of all him. Taking a deep breath, you sit down on the bed and grab his hand.
You can tell he wants to jerk it away but you grip tighter, tears flooding your
eyes as you look at him.

“Daiki, when you are going to stop pushing everyone who
cares about you away? Can’t you see Momoi-san’s just trying to protect you? Don’t
you understand how much I care about you? Why won’t you let me in?”

I’ll be right here now

to hold you when the
sky falls down

I will always

be the One who took
your place

When the rain falls

I won’t let go

I’ll be right here

Daiki remains silent, eyes staring at the floor but he doesn’t
move. The silence drags on filling the room with added heaviness and you wish
he would at least look at you but you don’t want to push him any harder than
you already have. So instead of words, you choose actions, lying down with your
back to his front and snuggling backwards until you’re flush against him. He
tenses momentarily but then you feel his long arm wrap around your waist
tugging you even closer.

From behind, you hear him say, “Stay with me tonight.” You
nod, kicking off your house shoes and drawing up the covers to encase your
bodies. Daiki’s breath caresses your neck and you close your eyes, squeezing
his hand.

I will show you the
way back home

never leave you all
alone

I will stay until the
morning comes

I’ll show you how to
live again

and heal the
brokenness within

Let me love you when
you come undone

“It’s not the end of the world, Daiki. You have so much to
look forward to, just get out of your own head now and rest. That’s the best
thing you can do. And I’ll be here for as long as you want me,” you whisper
into the dark, unsure he’s even heard you given his even breathing and the slack
of his body.

But he squeezes your hand tightly, face burying deep into
the crook of your neck and hair as in a long exhale he says, “I want you
forever.”

When daybreak seems so
far away

reach for my hand

When hope and peace
begin to fray

still I will stand

When the rain falls I
won’t let go

I’ll be right here

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L: Location (Favorite place(s) to do the do)

Kuroko: Kuroko is a traditional when it comes to sex. He
likes to be somewhere secluded with preferably a lockable door. Of the
available options meeting this requirement, his favorite place to connect
intimately is your room because he’s literally surrounded by you (your scent,
your décor) all of it lets him lose himself in you.

Aomine: Never one to turn down an opportunity when it arises
(pun thoroughly intended) Aomine is game for almost anywhere but one of his
absolute favorite spots is his napping nook on the roof. You surprised him
there one day, jokingly suggesting you knew one way to wake him up and he took
your words at face value. Now, whenever he’s up there, he gets horny from the memory
and so takes you with him. Getting sex and
a nap? Win/win baby.

Ushijima: Also fairly traditional, Ushijima prefers to keep
private things private so will most likely not be into the idea of having any
sort of intimate relations outside of a bedroom or hotel. That being said, if
he’s particularly fired up after a game, he has been known to take you hard and
fast in the locker room when he knows there’s no chance of being caught.

Haizaki: He’ll take you whenever and wherever, honestly this
boy has no shame. His favorite spot? Up against a window. He’s slightly into voyeurism
(both watching and being watched). Plus, he likes rubbing in other people’s
faces the fact that you’re his to do with what he wants.

Tanaka: Poor boy took a long time to admit it because of
being embarrassed but he really loves when the two of you have sex in the
storage room at the gym. Call it cliché if you like, he just loves the slight
danger of getting caught coupled with being with you in a place that’s
basically his second home.

Nishinoya: All.about.the.shower. Noya loves the feel of your
body slicked up by the water even if it does make doing the actual act
challenging. Most likely here is where the warm up is started (heavy kissing,
petting, fingering) before he tugs you to the bed and screws you senseless.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks,
etc)

Kuroko: As stated above, he’s not really into risks, so he’d
be less likely to want to try anything too advanced. But if you really insist,
he’ll at least try what you’re asking of him.

Aomine: If you want to try it, he’s probably game, just nothing
up the butt (for him that is) thank you very much. If others want it, fine, but
he’s just not into it.

Ushijima: Less likely to want to venture far into the void.
He spends so much time working on volleyball that he doesn’t want to have to
think too much on how to do anything exceptionally new..

Haizaki: Haizaki likes to be in control so anything that
challenges that or makes him feel unsure of his ability to perform will be
denied. And since he’s able to continually bring you pleasure, he doesn’t see
the need to add anything too complicated into the mix. If it ain’t broke, don’t
fix it!

Tanaka: He’s eager to please so if you want to try
something, he’ll most likely say yes, just give him consistent reassurance or direction
if it’s something completely foreign to him and he’ll be fine. Also, option to
tell you he didn’t like it without the fear of negative consequences is key.

Nishinoya: This boy is genuinely curious and so would be
willing to take a chance every now and again to spice things up. If he doesn’t like
it, he’ll tell you. If he loves it, he won’t have to, his moans will be enough
to tell.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture
or words)

Kuroko: Kuroko’s member is of average length but a good
girth; pretty much the perfect type to have gentle, easy sex while still
stimulating all the right spots.

Aomine: Long, strong but slightly
slender (not thin). He knows he’s
packing good heat and definitely puts his hips to good use in driving it home.

Ushijima: Thick and veined, this boy is packing extreme
heat. It’s basically a third lower limb when fully erect so he takes his time
with preparing you.

Haizaki: Slightly curves to the left but definitely of good
caliber in the length and width department. He’s surprisingly groomed as well
which makes for a more pleasant experience when giving him head.

Tanaka: Just above average length and girth, and almost
perfectly smooth. He’s also one who keeps himself well trimmed and
exceptionally clean.

Nishinoya: Don’t let his stature fool you, Noya has every
right to be a bit cocky. While his length is in proportion to his body size, he
makes up for anything lacking inches with his stamina and speed.

Is it okay if I want to change my KiyoKiyo ask? If you don’t mind, I wanna change it with reader insert, where the both of them(Ushiwaka and Ahomine) have a crush on reader-chan? Thanks my lovely💕

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you
are a lovebug for being so patient with me taking my sweet ass time and it’s
not even that great. So, apologies if this is lame but I hope it isn’t and that
you like it!

Aomine flashes you a flirtatious grin as he lays up another
flawless shot.

“Good job, Aomine-kun!” He hears your voice above the din of
the crowd, his ears finely tuned to the pitch of your voice. He’s pretty sure
he’s never fallen this hard for someone before and though he breathes
confidence, the idea of confessing to you makes his chest tighten uncomfortably.
He’s not used to feeling doubt.

“Get your head in the game Aomine,” Imayoshi comments lowly.

“Tch, I could win this with my eyes closed by myself,” he
snaps back, running further down the court.

The game ends in Too’s favor, not really surprising anyone.
After cooling down and the team meeting, Aomine is out of the locker room, eyes
eagerly seeking for your form. But when he finds you, his face sets into an
even deeper scowl than normal. Who the hell is the giant looming over you and
why do you have that starry look in your eyes?

He quickens his pace, calling out, “Hey, _____-chan!”

You look up, smile just as bright as before and he doesn’t
know whether to feel thankful or irritated that you’re giving him the same look
you just gave the male standing next to you.

“Aomine-kun, you were great!” you say.

“You know I know that already, right?” he teases earning a
sock to his arm. “Geez, you hit like a girl,” he rumbles ruffling your hair. He’s
completely ignoring the other presence, clearly showing he’s not interested in
who he is, just waiting for him to leave you and he alone.

But you’re too polite for that kind of behavior.

“Aomine-kun, this,” you say stretching your hands towards
the other male, “Is Ushijima Wakatoshi, one of my friends from junior high.”

Aomine finally looks at the brunette, tilting his chin up in
a slight greeting, only doing so because he doesn’t want to be rude to you.

“Nice to meet you,” Ushijima rumbles sticking out his hand.
Aomine grips it tightly, shaking once then dropping it.

“So, you ready to go?” Aomine asks looking back at you.

You bite your bottom lip which almost has Aomine groaning
for two reasons. One, you look damn sexy when you do that and two, it’s your
tell that you’re about to say something he isn’t going to like.

“I’m sorry, Aomine-kun,” you say softly, “but Ushijima-kun
is only in town for tonight and we haven’t seen each other in such a long time.
Can we do a rain check?”

“Why don’t we all just go out together?” Imayoshi’s voice
draws all of your attention. “It isn’t every day we meet such an astute
representation of our country, at least in terms of volleyball.”

Ushijima bows slightly to the compliment before looking back
at you. “It’s your call, _____-chan,” he says.

“Um, sure! Let’s go,” you reply and the whole basketball team
plus one volleyball player and you head off to a local restaurant. The evening
goes fairly well, despite Aomine’s irritated glares sent to Ushijima whenever
he seems to get a little too close to you. It’s clear to the ace he’s
interested in you but you seem just as oblivious to his advances as you are to
Aomine’s.

At the end of dinner, while you’re in the restroom and the
rest of the guys are paying their bills, Aomine leans toward Ushijima saying
lowly, “Let’s get one thing clear. You’re a part of _____-chan’s past, I’m part
of her present and her future. So
back off.”

Ushijima, unruffled as ever, meets the hard stare of the
basketball prodigy and shrugs. “At the end of the day, it’s _____-chan’s
choice. But we have history, so don’t think you’ve got this in the bag,” he
replies.

“What’s in the bag?” you ask stepping out of the door.

“Nothing,” they both reply then look at you. And in that
moment, a lingering apprehension forms in the back of your mind; just what were
these two talking about anyway?

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It’s all over. The homework, the exams, the reports. No more
practice with his same team, no more horror movie marathon thrust upon him by
Tendou. In two days, he’ll be moving back home for a quick break before heading
off to university.

But all of that fades to black as your hands wrap around his
neck tugging him into another heated kiss. Ushijima is hovering above you,
strong arms caging you in but he’s concerned about hurting you so he holds his
weight at bay, leaving you yearning for more. His shirt is gone, thrown
somewhere to a corner of his room while yours is in the process of being tugged
from your body. When one large hand grasps your still bra encased breast a gasp
leaves your lips.

“Did I hurt-“

“No!” you interrupt emphatically, “but you’re killing me
with the teasing.”

“I’m not teasing you,” he answers honestly, stopping long
enough to look in your eyes. “Why do you want to rush this?”

His blunt question catches you momentarily off caught. You
caress his cheek with the backs of your fingers, eyes going softer to convey
the sincerity of your words. “I’m not, Toshi, I’m just
I want you so bad. I
have for a long time and now that it’s finally happening,” you shrug losing his
gaze, “I guess I’m impatient.”

He nods in understanding. It’s not like he isn’t eager but he
wouldn’t do this with just anyone. He loves you, more than he thought it
possible for him to ever love another person and the idea of barreling through
your first time together doesn’t sit well with him.

“Just, let me enjoy you,” he says leaning back down, “and
hopefully you’ll enjoy me too.”

“I always enjoy you, Wakatoshi,” you whisper closing your
eyes when he kisses your neck again gently.

He hums appreciatively, leaning up and drawing you with him.
Despite his outward calm appearance, Ushijima is shaking to his core. It isn’t
just because he wants to take his time with you that he’s moving slow;
inexperience definitely plays a part in his hesitancy. This becomes a bit more evident
when his large fingers can’t properly grasp the hooks of your bra. He lets out
a low grunt of frustration, the effort to keep you upright and pull apart the
stubborn tab straining his patience.

You move to a more properly seated position and press on his
chest. “Let me,” you offer with a shy smile. He nods, letting go and moving
back to give you some room to move. Slowly your arms contort to reach behind
you, nimble fingers unhooking the contraption with practiced ease. As the
straps slide down your arms and the main fabric falls away, Ushijima feels his
pulse racing, blood roaring in his ears like a waterfall.

You’re absolutely stunning and he’s only gotten you half
naked at this point.

With trepidation he lifts his hands, touching you feather
lightly making your heart pound against your ribs. Your eyes close as you focus
on the sensation of his hands upon untouched flesh for the first time. An
unexpected warmth against your nipple makes you gasp, eyelids flying open to
find Wakatoshi bent forward at a slightly awkward angle to take you into his
mouth. You arch invitingly, knowing you should probably lie back to give him
better access but even this feels amazing enough that you don’t want to move.

He makes the decision for you, hand settling to the small of
your back and pulling to shift your hips while he presses you back down onto
the mattress, the whole time never relinquishing his mouth from your breast. An
experimental roll of his tongue followed by a gentle nip has you keening and he
feels his length harden considerably in response. His pants are getting
uncomfortably tight but he doesn’t want to stop.

He feels the call to haste burning in him now, the patience
he asked you to have breaking within himself. He wants you so bad it hurts. His
mouth leaves your breast to capture your lips, his kiss hard, hot and messy,
hand grasping your hair tightly. When he moves to breath, he pants out, “Much
as I want to savor taking off your clothes, I can’t wait that long.”

“Fine by me,” you agree hastily, skirting out from under him
to shred the rest of your clothes while he does the same.

Ushijima takes one moment to make sure the condom and lube
are within easy reach before his body is covering yours once more. His flesh is
almost burning in the fever of his want. You can feel the rush of the blood in
his veins under the fingers you have clenching against his neck. The feeling of
hard and hot is all over you, the result of years of training and working out
to become the best, to be the best. But
the press of his member against the slick of your core draws your focus.

This is really happening.

Ushijima still won’t put his full weight against you but the
feel of your skin is intoxicating. “_____,” he grunts, mouth moving faster over
your skin. It feels like he’s everywhere at once, trying to taste all of you in
one go and the fervency of his attack makes you lose your breath. Teeth scrap
against you, hands and fingers grasping and clenching the soft of your flesh,
kneading your muscles, molding you as he wills. You’re completely in his hands,
and arms and legs and
oh god you can’t stand to wait anymore.

“Please, Toshi,” you beg, “I need you.”

He clenches his eyes shut, trailing his hand to touch the
joining of your intimates. He inserts one thick digit, remembering the
importance of preparation. Tendou, for all his flaws and oddities, had been a
surprisingly good source of information in regards to sex due to his experience
with his college freshman girlfriend.

Wakatoshi gently pushes in a second finger, lips fastening
on your neck and sucking hard drawing a gasp from your throat. Hot puffs
of your breath hit his ear, your moans and mewls of need and want nearly making
him come right then and there. He’s pretty sure he’ll explode the second he
enters so with great reluctance, he withdraws his fingers and grabs the condom.

Getting it on proves a bit of a challenge, but he manages to
do so without breaking it. He moves into position, locking eyes with you before
asking, “Are you ready?”

You nod quickly, closing your eyes again as he enters, slow
and steady, stretching you inch by inch. It burns and is uncomfortable but you
want this too badly to stop now. He waits for a moment when you take in a long
suck of air and hold your breath.

“Are you ok?” he asks voice strained with the effort to hold
his body still.

“Yes, just keep going,” you say through clenched teeth.

He hates that this hurts you, but you both knew it was
unavoidable. Nodding once, he continues on, filling you up to the brink. When
he’s fully seated within your heat, you both let out long sighs, just savoring
the feeling of being joined as one.

After a few moments, the unexpected shift of your hips makes
Ushijima gasp; the friction this deep is amazing!

“Please, Toshi, you can move now,” you implore.

He doesn’t waste a moment, drawing back before pushing back
in, slowly at first both to let you get used to the feel of him and also so he
doesn’t come right away, though he’s sure he won’t last much longer than he
has.

Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling him down
further to touch your chests together.
“Toshi, I won’t break, I want to feel all of you,” you say looking in his eyes.
He kisses you then, tugging your lower lip into his mouth and sucking firmly.
His thrusts come a little harder, a little faster and when you scratch his back
with the blunt of your nails he groans into your mouth.

“_____, I
I love you,” he says, voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Tosh,” you reply then kiss him hard.

Ushijima feels your inner walls clench him tightly, almost
stealing his breath. He grunts once, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic as he
nears his peak. With one last hard shove, he comes apart, spilling into the
condom and moaning into your neck. When he lifts his head to look at you, he
finds a sweet smile on your face.

Then realization dawns on him. “Did you
did you get to..” he
trails off, embarrassed despite still being buried within you.

After a second’s hesitation, you shake your head no but before
he can bemoan his failure your lips are back on his mouth. You pull away just
enough to say, “We have the whole night, not everything has to be or will be
perfect. Other than, of course, the fact that I’m doing this with you.”

He allows a small smile to grace his lips at your words,
touching your face tenderly before kissing you again. He slides out and off of
you to dispose of the condom, eager to return the pleasure you provided him.

It makes for a long night, but neither of you care because you’re
here, together, showing your love in new and exciting ways.

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You sweet angel thank you for your flattering words, seriously
I’m so happy that you enjoy my work so much. Thank you for being SO PATIENT. I have
NO IDEA why it took me so long but I really hope this hits the mark of what you
were looking for.

Kise sighs, a slightly melancholy look on his face as he
stares out the window. You watch him for a moment before making your
presence known. When he turns to look at you, his bright smile is plastered on
his face but it doesn’t reach his golden eyes.

“_____-cchi, I didn’t hear you come in,” he says rising up.
Gathering you in his arms, he takes another deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Ryouta,” you say softly, pulling back to look in his eyes. “What’s
wrong? If anything I’d expect you to be extra happy, it is your birthday after
all.”

He shrugs noncommittedly, smile dropping a few degrees. “I
don’t know, I just feel
”

His response is cut off by a knock at the door. Not
expecting anyone but you today, he frowns as he moves to answer it. At the door
stands a delivery man, a warm smile on his face as he asks, “Kise Ryouta?”

“That’s me,” answers your boyfriend.

“Sign here please,” replies the man. Kise does so and is
handed a brown box with small holes poked in the top.

“Who’s it from?” you ask trying to read the return address.

“I don’t know recognize the sender, looks like it came
directly from a distribution center,” he answers sitting at the kitchen table
once more. He grabs a knife and slits the tape to open the package. From within
he draws out a plastic container holding two goldfish. Next comes a pretty
glass bowl and a bag of bright blue and yellow shiny pebbles.

“What an odd thing to send someone!” you exclaim. “Is there
a note or anything?” Kise shakes his head but he’s already distracted by the
pretty fish swimming around in their makeshift home. “Well,” you go on, “why
don’t you get them set up while I fix us some lunch, hmmm?”

Kise nods, moving to the sink to fill the bowl with water
before taking it to the living room and placing it on the coffee table. You hum
to yourself as you prepare the ingredients for onion gratin soup. Soon the
scent of simmering onions and butter fills the room. You’re working on chopping
vegetables when the doorbell rings.

You see Kise get up from the couch and open the door, surprised
to find another delivery person, this one female, standing in the threshold.
You chuckle under your breath at her expression; Kise is rather overwhelmingly
gorgeous and if you’re not expecting it, he’ll catch you off guard. After a
moment of silence you hear him say, “Yes, can I help you?”

“Sorry!” she exclaims and you almost laugh out loud. “Delivery
for Mr. Kise, is that you?”

He nods and she gains his signature before proffering
another box, this one white with a blue ribbon and local bakery insignia on it.
He thanks her and shuts the door turning to look at you. “Did you order this?”

“Nope, looks like it’s another surprise. See if this one has
a name attached to it.”

He looks over the box but there’s no clue as to who the
sender is. Setting it on the counter, he opens the lid and finds a decidedly large
and decadent looking chocolate cake nestled within. “Another mystery, huh?” you
ask and he nods as he locks eyes with you.

“Did you do something?” he questions suddenly.

“Me? The only thing I’m doing is making my boyfriend his
favorite meal for lunch on his birthday.” You shrug returning your attention to
the simmering liquid in the pot. “Maybe your more determined fans are
sending you birthday gifts now.”

“If that’s true, I’ll have to move,” he mumbles under his
breath. It wouldn’t be the first time some crazies got a hold of his private
information. While he loves being a full-time model now, it does come with some
undesirable side effects.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, Ryouta,” you comment taking a
taste test and adding more salt. “It’s probably your family and they just
forgot to put a card in or something.”

He pouts a bit but doesn’t argue with you further. The soup
is almost done so you turn off the burner and set the broiler temperature to
heat up the bread and melt the cheese. Five minutes later, you and Ryouta take
seats to enjoy the soup of your labor.

“This is always so good, _____-cchi,” he says taking a
spoonful.

“I’m glad you enjoy it,” you hum.

Lunch finished, you glance at the clock; your present should
be here any minute now.

“______-cchi, I was thinking for today we could-“

Again Kise’s sentence is cut off by a knock at the door.

“Oh what is it now?” he asks flinging open the door only to
choke on his breath. Standing together before him are Kuroko, Aomine, Akashi,
Midorima, and Murasakibara, all clad in shorts, t-shirts and sport shoes.

“Wha
how
you
” Kise stammers.

“Oi, get a move on!” shouts a voice Kise recognizes as
Kagami’s. Kise’s five former teammates make their way inside, each offering him
a happy birthday. As Kagami comes into view, Kise is further startled to see
Kasamatsu, Nakamura, Hayakawa, Moriyama and Kobori. His apartment, while rather
lavish, still feels tight with all his former teammates in it.

Turning around, Kise’s tear brimmed eyes lock with yours and
you nod once. He rushes forward, gathering you into his arms in a fiercely
tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers into your ear.

“I knew how much you were missing everyone even if you try
to hide it so I called Akashi-san to see if he could help me,” you admit.

Kise looks at his former junior high captain who shrugs but
his face holds a surprisingly warm smile. “What’s the good of having a private
jet if I never use it for my own pleasure?”

“So,” you go on drawing Kise’s attention back to you. “The lot of you are going to go to the court in downtown
and play ball. Then, when you’re done, we’ll all meet at the hotel they’re
staying at to get cleaned up and ready to go out to dinner.“

Kise smiles widely but a look of confusion floods his face. Turning around he considers for a moment then points to Midorima and Murasakibara. “If you guys were already planning on being here, why did you send those gifts ahead of time?”

“What on earth is he talking about?” Midorima asks looking at
Mura who shrugs.

“The
the fish! Aren’t they my lucky item Midorimacchi? And the cake! Who else but

Murasakibaracchi

would send such a huge dessert?”

“Your sisters,” you answer stepping up to his side to show a
text message conversation between you and the two other most important women in
his life. “Both of them did send cards but they were lost in the transit.”

Kise flushes in embarrassment but you kiss his cheek and
encourage him to go get ready. He hurries off to his room while the rest of the
gang say their official hellos to you. You give Akashi a particularly long hug.
“Thank you so much for your help, you really should let me pay you back or at
least pay a portion for the hotel.”

“Nonsense, ______-chan,” he says evenly, “It’s no trouble at
all. Please don’t worry about it.”

Kise is back quickly, eager to get going. The twelve men
clamor down the stairs and flood into the street, the sound of ribbing,
teasing, arguing and just generally catching up flooding through the open
window. You look out of it, watching as they go pleased at sight of the biggest
and brightest smile you think you’ve ever seen on Kise’s face.

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch, immensely glad your
surprise came off so well.

Oh gosh sorry i’m a mess, the song for oikawa is take this waltz, and the reader has jut gone through a very bad moment and Oikawa just wants to let them know that he loves them and that is okay to be sad, if you’re confortable with it can you do some nsfw too? Fluff please! Sorry again for bothering so much i’m a mess, i hope this is okay!

No worries dear! I will admit, I struggled a bit with this
one because I couldn’t quite get the song to mesh with my perception of your
request so instead I focused only on what you specifically asked for. That
means I don’t really have anywhere to sprinkle the lyrics but I’ve been doing
the song fics both ways (lyrics and no lyrics) so I really hope you like what I
came up with as far as the scene goes. Thanks for following and thanks for the
request!

Take this Waltz By Leonard Cohen – Oikawa

A deep sigh leaves your lips, eyes glazing over until the
words on the page before you blur into a massive blob of unreadable text. You
can’t concentrate, the words uttered to you so carelessly echoing in your head
on an endless cycle of repeated insult. You know he doesn’t mean to be like
this, but sometimes the expectations and pressure your father puts on you is
overwhelming. Couple that with the constant disappointment he seems to have for
you and you’re left in the wake of a self-deprecating cyclone that just won’t
quit.

“_____-chan, what’s wrong?” Tooru’s voice draws you out of
your haze and you force a smile up at him.

“Nothing Tooru, just,” you pause momentarily trying to think
of something safe to say, something that won’t draw out all the feelings of
inferiority and self-doubt you have to the surface. “I’m just having trouble
understanding this section,” you continue quickly pointing to the page. It’s
not exactly a lie, you haven’t read anything for the past ten minutes despite
staring at it continuously.

Tooru hums, the sound a clear indication he doesn’t believe
you. Taking your hand, he draws you out of his desk chair and seats you on his
bed. Grasping your other hand, he looks down for a moment seemingly to gather
his thoughts before his normally teasing gaze when you’re positioned on his
place of sleep is replaced with a much more serious expression. “_____-chan, I
know that’s not it,” he says slowly, thumbs tracing over your skin. “I wish you
didn’t feel like you have to keep everything buried inside, it’s ok to show
your emotions every once in a while.”

You try for teasing when you ask, “So you want me to be sad,
Tooru?”

“No,” he answers drawing out the word, hand lifting to
caress your cheek and you lean into the touch. “But I know that bottling up
everything isn’t good either. Every so often it’s good to, you know, just cry
it out.”

His gaze is steady but soft, eyes never leaving yours and
conveying all the support and love you so desperately need. The roiling turmoil
lodged deep in the pit of your stomach erupts like an overactive volcano and
you let out a large sob, giant tears streaking down your face. Tooru falls to
the bed on his back, drawing you with him to lay your head on his chest, his
strong arms wrapped securely around your now quivering body. You cry and cry
and cry, releasing all of the pent up agony that comes with being a university
student with too much pressure, demands and expectations placed upon them.

Through it all, Tooru never stops his motions; rubbing your
back, carding his fingers through your hair, kissing your forehead or your
temple but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to fix it. He lets you be
flawed and in some twist of irony you don’t think you’ve ever loved him more
than right now, for just letting you be broken, letting you talk about your
fears and anxiety in a torrent of barely coherent speech, words you’ve kept
locked away so long for fear of more judgement despite knowing he’s the last
person in the world who would do so.

Your breakdown only lasts about ten minutes but the relief
you feel from the expulsion of so much toxicity makes you feel lighter. Tooru
still doesn’t say anything as your sobs turn to sniffles and your breathing
from gasps to slight puffs of air. His shirt is soaked with tears and snot but
he doesn’t care, he knows you needed this more than anything he could give you.
It broke his heart to hear you so despondent but he knows, he knows so well how
much better you will feel now that all of that has gotten out.

You rise, eager to get the remnants of your outpouring off
of your face. Tooru watches you from the bed, leaning up to take off his shirt
and chuck it in the hamper. When you turn back around, face cleaner but still
blotched red from the sting of your salty tears, he rises quickly and goes to
you, drawing you back into his arms in a fierce embrace.

“Tooru, wha-,” you begin only to be cut off by insistent
lips on your own. Your low, sweet moan pulls a different feeling from Tooru’s
chest and he grips you tighter, kisses you harder until a slight whimper makes
him pull away to look at you again.

Your eyes are half hooded as are his, his thumb tracing the
bottom of your kiss abused lips. “Now that you’ve fallen apart,” he says, voice
low and thick as he draws you even closer to whisper against your ear, “Let me
help mend you.” A delicate kiss to the underside of your jaw has you melting
and him smirking; he knows all the buttons to push to drive you to your knees
if he wanted. But he’s feeling magnanimous and eager to please so instead he
gathers you in his arms to take back to his bed, pausing only to open his door
and shove out the “do not disturb” sign he and his roommate agreed to keep for occasions
such as these.

The flat of your back hits the mattress with a soft thud but
you’re momentarily pulled up right for Tooru to shed you of your shirt. “Tooru,
I’m such a mess,” you protest but he silences you with a nip to your neck.

“And I’m going to make you an even bigger one,” he purrs licking
the shell of your ear. Hands find their way to the waist band of your jeans,
his mouth sucking roughly on the side of your throat as he undoes their button.
He draws back, releasing your skin with an audible pop that brings a flush of
red to your cheeks brighter than the mark left on your neck. “Always so bashful,” he coos
teasingly, lips trailing over the sensitive flesh of your abdomen. He can smell
you through your panties, the knowledge of your arousal to his dominance making
his mouth water.

“God ____-chan, you have no idea what you do to me,” he
moans, kissing your inner thighs with reverence. You’ve no time to consider his
words before he’s tugging the last barrier to your sex away from your body. No
matter how many times you do this with him, you feel the instinct to cover
yourself but he’s having none of that today. Strong hands grip your wrists,
holding your arms flush against your sides as he delves into the sweet nectar
of your center.

“Tooru,” you hiss. Turning your head against his pillow brings your
nose nearer the fabric which smells of him in the best way, adding to the
feeling of him devouring you whole. His tongue is prodding deeper, pushing to
go as far into you as he can. A gentle hum from his mouth sends shockwaves
directly to your spine making your toes curl into the sheets. You’d no idea you
were this worked up, but apparently it’s been longer than you remember since
the two of you have been intimate.

Then again, Tooru can make you come in seconds when he
really wants to.

“Ah! Tooru, wait! You know if you make me come I can’t-“

“I don’t care about that,” he says roughly. “This is all
about you right now so the only sounds I wanna hear coming from those pretty
lips are moans and gasps while I wreck you.”

“I thought you were putting me back together?” you ask through a groan.

“Change of plans and judging by how soaked you are, I can’t say that you mind, now enough talking,” he growls before diving back in. 

Further speech on both your parts is stalled, him because his
mouth is occupied with pleasuring you and you’re too busy adhering to his request. You can’t
stop the noises you’re making even if you wanted to. Tooru releases your wrists
in favor of sliding his hands under your ass to lift and draw you even closer,
the resulting deeper penetration prompting you to card your fingers through his
hair for which he moans in approval.

“
Tooru
”you pant, hips writhing as pressure builds deep
in your stomach. He sucks hard at your clit making you jerk, his fingers
tightening their hold. It doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to bloom,
sprouting out from the apex of your thighs through all your veins sending a
keening cry of “Oh god!” through your lips. Tooru keeps up the pressure,
drawing it out as long as he can until your thighs are shaking and you’re
pushing against his head in silent request to stop.

He draws back, heaving deep breaths. When you meet his eyes,
you find them blown wide with lust, a satisfied smile on his face as he wipes
his lips. He moves away to the bathroom to wash up quickly, downing a glass of
water to rehydrate himself. By the time he returns, you’re already half asleep.

Tooru chuckles, grabbing a spare blanket before shucking his
pants to curl up next to you, flesh to flesh. You snuggle into the warmth of
his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you further into
slumber. “I love you,” he whispers against the crown of your head. You’re
pretty sure you respond but if not, you’ll just make it up to him later.

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