Hiya! :3 Can I please request a song fic for Kuroo x fem!reader? The song is Somewhere only we Know by Keane, the reader is leaving for a year because she’s a exchange student. If possible do fluff, angst and nsfw (all of them hehe) I hope I don’t bother you and that the rules are Ok, thanks in advance sweetie and congrats reaching 1.000 ❤

Thank you for the congratulations and for requesting my favorite
cat captain! And it’s never a bother hearing from you all, I love the requests
I receive and you followed the rules perfectly. Also, this ended up hella long
so I’m putting it under the cut. I hope you enjoy!

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane – Kuroo

The first time Kuroo saw you, he was distracted. He was running
late for practice and had to sprint across the campus in order to get the gym
even remotely on time. Just as he exited from the overhang of one of the
classrooms, a startled, “Look out!” drew his attention. With his quick
reflexes, he was able to dodge whatever it was that landed in the place he was
formerly standing. Looking up, he caught sight of your blushing face, a
confused scowl on his own.

“What’s the big idea tossing things from there!” he shouted up and
you blushed further.

“So…sorry, senpai,” you stammered out, heart hammering in your
chest.

From beside you a fellow underclassman explained you were
conducting the “egg drop” test for your science class. Reaching down, Kuroo
found the object for which all this trouble, and his now being late to
practice, had caused. It was an orange wrapped snuggly with a rubber band.

Looking back up at you, he smirked. “Looks like you’ll get a passing
grade,” he supplied then took off again as he tossed it back up to your
position. You fumbled a bit but caught it, eyes chasing after his tall form as
he ran.

As he left, Kuroo gave you one last consideration: you were cute.
How had he not seen you before now? But the answer supplied itself as he
entered the gym; once focused on volleyball everything and everyone else faded
into the background.

I walked
across an empty land

I knew the
pathway like the back of my hand

I felt the
earth beneath my feet

Sat by the
river, and it made me complete

The second time you ran into each other, he was on his way home on
the train, eyes fixated on his failed test. Overall, his grades were decent but
falling behind was not an option; his mother had already warned one more failed
class and she’d pull him from the team. Grumbling, he didn’t notice you take a
seat until the train lurched and you crashed into him, body unprepared for the
shift of the car.

“I’m sorry,” you cried out hastening to move away from him.

His eyes landed on you, widening a bit when he realized you looked
familiar. Suddenly it came to him. “You’re the orange drop girl, aren’t you?”
he asked.

Blinking at him, you managed a small shy smile, nodding slightly.

Looking down, you saw that his paper had fallen to the ground
during your impact and trying to be kind, you picked it up. Your eyes couldn’t
stop from reading the page, a crimson flushing across your cheeks as you
realized he probably didn’t want anyone, let alone a stranger from his school,
seeing it. But you also couldn’t help noticing he was struggling in a subject
you were quite astute in.

Before you thought better of it, your lips were moving. “If you
need help in this subject, I could tutor you.” A deep flush overtook your face
but you forced yourself to meet Kuroo’s eyes.

His face spoke of incredulity and he was seconds away from turning
you down. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to admit was that he needed help
but he was running out of time and focusing on school was getting harder the
closer and closer they crept towards Nationals.

Extending his hand, he replied, “Ok, orange-drop girl, show me
what’cha got?”

You shook hands, offering, “It’s l/n, f/n, in case you were
wondering, Kuroo-senpai.”

He chuckled. “Sure, _______-san.”

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

His first study session with you proved a challenge because he
couldn’t focus. His phone was constantly going off with questions from the team
not to mention other groups he was involved in projects for. Normally a focused
person, Kuroo found it very difficult to give his full attention to the subject
matter mostly because his lack of understanding it frustrated him. He was
tense, eye brows furrowed but no matter how hard he tried, everything you were
saying didn’t make sense.

“You know, I think this is just a waste of time,” he muttered.
When he saw your face flush he hastily added, “Your time, not mine. I just
don’t get this crap.”

You were silent for a moment, weighing how you could help him. You
weren’t even fully sure why you’d offered on the train, it just sort of fell
out. But you could stubborn and knew if you could just get him to focus he
would do fine. Nodding your head once, you stood up. Kuroo didn’t bother to
look up, partially ashamed of giving up so quickly so he started a bit when
your hand grasped his firmly and tugged.

“Come on,” you nodded your head in the direction of the bedroom
door before grabbing your bag and heading out.

Curious, Kuroo began to follow but you threw back over your
shoulder, “Bring your study material.”

He huffed in vexation but figured if he drug you out here on a
Saturday the least he could do is follow your instructions. Grabbing his
backpack, he stuffed the books and papers in haphazardly and pursued you.

You made your way to a little known park hidden behind an
abandoned apartment complex. “So what is this?” he asked as you rounded the
building.

“It’s where I used to live when I was a kid but the building’s foundation
was set in soft soil so it was condemned.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said awkwardly.

“Don’t be, it’s not like I’m broken up about it,” you offered
kindly. “But the one thing I did miss as I was growing up was this park.”

“Yeah, it’s really nice,” he observed, “Especially for not being
kept up.”

“It’s kind of wild now, that’s why I like it,” you confessed.

“So you like things wild, huh?” he teased. By now you were used to
his antics and so just rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop a heated flush
from creeping up your throat.

Nearing a giant tree the center of the park, you pointed up.
“That,” you said looking over your shoulder at him, “is my sanctuary. I’ve
never shown this to anyone since coming back so I’d appreciate it if you kept
it to yourself.”

Kuroo’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the monstrous tree, a
seemingly well-built treehouse secured among it’s strong branches. As you
reached the trunk, he looked about. “How the hell do you get up there?” he
asked bewildered. “Don’t tell me you climb it!”

“Scared of heights, Kuroo-kun?” you teased.

“No, but I do have a healthy respect for gravity and this trunk
looks a little steep,” he retorted.

“Oh ye of little faith,” you smirked.

Kuroo could definitely say he’d rubbed off on you. You were much
less prone to behaving shyly around him and for some reason it made him happy.
He watched as you reached into what looked like a solid branch only to find you
could put your hand into it, a rope the reward of its hidden compartment. A
firm tug resulted in a wooden ladder descending from the branches above. With
steady hands and feet, you shimmied up the swaying apparatus with ease. He
swallowed thickly, nerves almost getting the better of him but he couldn’t back
down now!

Much slower than you, he climbed rung after rung until he reached
the top. As he settled against the ground of the treehouse you pulled back
curtains to reveal a grand view of the park.

“This is where I come to relax mostly but every so often I use it
as a haven where I can fully focus on the tasks I have. Cell reception is
pretty much nill so I kind of give into the fantasy that I’m
somewhere…magical.” Your cheeks erupted in vibrant red at your confession and
Kuroo’s slight chuckle.

“Well, it certainly is interesting, I’ll give you that,” he
commented. Looking back at your face, he smiled sincerely and you felt your
heart leap into your throat. “Either way, thanks for sharing this with me. You
didn’t have to do this.”

“I know,” you whispered pulling a blanket from your bag that you
always carried, “but you need help and I…I want to help you.”

As you settled down, he joined you, unpacking his books, notepad
and pens. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Well, let’s not make it a wasted
trip, eh?”

You smiled widely and nodded, pointing out where you’d left off
and proceeded to continue with the tutoring.

I came
across a fallen tree

I felt the
branches of it looking at me

Is this
the place we used to love?

Is this
the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

Each session after the first improved, Kuroo feeling he was
finally getting a grasp of the material. You didn’t always need to go to the “secret
forest” as Kuroo called it but whenever he felt especially pent up, he’d ask
to go there. Occasionally you couldn’t join him but gave him directions so he
could find his way there on his own. “Just don’t take any girlfriends there,”
you teased, “it’s a sacred place.”

He’d laughed. “Tch, like I have time for a girlfriend.”

He didn’t notice the look of sadness in your eyes.

Eventually, it was time for Kuroo’s make up exam and he nailed it
with a B+. He was so happy he ran to find you in the quad, throwing his arms
around your waist and spinning you around thanking you for your help. But as he
set you down, the realization that his success meant the end of his need for
tutoring with you caused an unexpected bolt of disappointment to hit him. He
liked spending time with you…a lot. You weren’t just a tutor, you’d become a
friend to him and if he were honest, something much more than that. With a
nervous flutter in his heart he said, “Come out and celebrate with me.” You
accepted, a dusting of pink on your cheeks giving him hope that maybe his new-found
affections weren’t one sided.

The first date, unofficially as it may have been, went well. You
were already used to each other, had already spent so much time getting to know
one another that it felt natural to be out just the two of you. For all intents
and purposes, the time should have felt like any other when you were together
but somehow both of you knew this was a big deal, that something was shifting
in the tone of your relationship. It was an interesting position for you both,
the idea of something more both enticing and frightening because if it didn’t
work you ran the risk of ruining a good thing.

However, when Kuroo took you home that evening, he felt a tremor
of nerves hit him as he looked in your eyes and neither of you could deny any
more that you felt more for each other than friendly affection. Taking a leap
of faith, Kuroo asked with all the confidence he could muster, “______-san,
would you…would you like to go out with me again some time?”

You nodded enthusiastically making him chuckle. Kuroo found he
really wanted to kiss you goodnight but refrained, both from timing and his
heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure you could hear it. So he
settled for squeezing your hand, backing away with a genial wave before turning
around and walking in the direction of home.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

That date turned into another, which turned into another until
Kuroo was counting down the days until he could see you outside the confines of
school. But the times were getting spread out more and more the larger his
responsibility to the team grew. It came to a head one week, when he was so
busy he’d barely had time to talk to you let along go out. As much as he wanted
to go to Nationals, he found himself longing for just one day off to rest, one
day to catch his breath, one day to spend with you completely alone. He knew,
however, that was a pipedream for the time being.

Hiding his trepidation as much as he could, he took your hand
after school one day and said, “______-chan,” the use of your first name
startling you, “I…I know I haven’t had much time to spend with you, so asking
this now may seem odd. But, would you…would you be my girlfriend? Even if we
can’t be together all the time, I’d like to know that wherever you are…you’re
mine.”

He could see the shock in your eyes at his confession but the next
moment you’d flung your arms around his neck in a fierce embrace and gleefully
accepted his confession. Kuroo had never felt so lighthearted in his life.
This…this is what he was missing, someone to call his own.

And if you
have a minute, why don’t we go

Talk about
it somewhere only we know?

This could
be the end of everything

So why
don’t we go

Somewhere
only we know?

It should have come as no surprise to him that you would prove to
be a near perfect girlfriend. You never complained about his schedule,
explaining that you too were constantly busy and had been feeling bad about not
being able to commit more time to him as well. When you were able, you came to
see him at practice, catching snippets of his time during water breaks to chat
hurriedly about each other’s days. The team, of course, teased their captain
about his new lady friend, but he didn’t care; you were his and that’s all that
matter to him. As often as possible, you came to his games, cheering loudly for
him and the rest of the cats to do their best.

One night during dinner, Kuroo’s mom asked how you were and he
smiled brightly, telling about your success in one of the essay writing
contents you’d entered and the fact that you’d brought him a homemade bento to
practice the previous night. As she listened to him talk, Kuroo’s mom could see
intense adoration, maybe even love, burning in his eyes. With a gentle hand and
even gentler voice, she urged him to be careful with his heart.

“She’s great mom, she’s not going to break my heart,” he insisted
but she persisted.

“Tetsurou, I know with the responsibility you both bear you feel
like you’re already adults, but remember; you’re both still so young. A lot can
happen between now and graduation.”

But he wouldn’t listen, couldn’t believe that someone so perfect
for him would be the cause of pain. Sure, you had your arguments and
disagreements, what couple didn’t? But at the end of the day you were still the
only one he wanted to talk to, needed
to talk to at least once to feel like it was complete. So he kept on going,
falling deeper and deeper for you until the only word left to describe it was
love.

He should have known to listen to the wisdom of his mother.

Prior to his final exams, Kuroo had been approached by a prestigious
college in Tokyo offering him a full ride volleyball scholarship. He was beyond
the moon with happiness because it meant he could stay at home, play the game
he loved and still see you as you finished out your third year.

He sprinted to your house, lost for breath as he rapidly told you
what had happened.

You listened silently, gripping his hands tightly with your eyes
shining with excitement on his behalf. But when he mentioned hopes to be able
to see you more often due to a less strenuous schedule he saw your face fall.

“What? What is it?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

You shuffled your feet, eyes landing on the ground. A gentle tug
against your chin brought your face back up and Kuroo was startled to see you
holding back tears. “Babe, what’s going on?”

Sniffling you replied, “Um, about my third year, I made it into
the foreign exchange program.”

Kuroo felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He of course knew
about the program, it was something you’d talked about before the two of you had
gotten together. At the time, he’d been a bit sad at the prospect of you
leaving but that was before he’d fallen in love with you. And truthfully, he’d
assumed when you’d gotten together you would have forgone applying. He’d
feigned encouragement at the time you had, ashamed but unable to deny he’d
hoped perhaps you wouldn’t make it in, that the slots would fill, that
something would step in to stop you from going.

But no, the fates were cruel and you were leaving while he would
be here, alone without you. He shook his head, trying to shake himself into
sensible thinking. You’d done nothing wrong, you were following your dream just
as much as he would have done so were the tables turned. That didn’t stop the
sting he felt, the heavy weight of disappointment weighing down his heart.

“Kuroo-kun, say something,” your soft voice pleaded.

He blinked, roused back to the present and looked at your
intertwined hands. Giving them a squeeze, he pulled you in close, tucking you
easily beneath his chin and holding you tightly. “Congratulations,” he
whispered and felt your arms close around his waist in a vice like grip. You
held each other in silence, you soaking his shirt with your tears and his
sliding down his cheeks. This wasn’t going to be easy but he knew he couldn’t
let you go, at least not permanently.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

From that day on, you and Kuroo spent as much time together as you
could. He would even go so far as to sneak out of his house, shimmy up the tree
outside your bedroom window and crawl in to sleep with you through the night,
always making sure to leave an hour before his mom’s alarm was set to go off.
In all the times he stayed with you, he never once tried to go further than
just sleeping but as the time for your departure drew closer, the temptation
grew stronger.

The days after Kuroo’s graduation were great because he had more
time to spend with you. Bitter sweet as leaving his high school team had been,
he knew he had a lot more work ahead of him with the new team so he focused all
of his attention on you as much as possible.

The night before you were scheduled to depart found you tangled up
in Kuroo’s embrace, limbs intertwined as he kissed you with passion. His hands
wandered shakily under your shirt, the feel of his palms scorching your skin as
he touched you.

A breathy, “Kuroo, wait,” fell from your lips as his trailed down
the side of your neck in sloppy, open mouth kisses. You pushed on his shoulder,
making him lean up to look down at you, eyes hooded and breath panting. “We…we
shouldn’t do this, not now.”

“Please,” he begged, nuzzling your nose and squeezing his eyes
shut, “I just…I need you so bad. Don’t you want this with me?” He opened his
eyes, cupping your face as he confessed, “I love you, _______.”

“Kuroo, I…I love you too, but…I don’t want our first time to feel
like…like we’re doing it to say goodbye,” you sniffled.

He clenched his teeth, fighting back a wealth of frustration at
this whole situation. His blood felt like it was on fire, his adoration for you
burning him from the inside out and for the first time in a long while he felt
a red, hot anger accompanying it.

When he didn’t speak you went on, gently touching his cheek with
the backs of your fingers. “Just…hold me tonight. I told my mom I was staying
here because I won’t see you for a year. When I get back…that’s when we can.”

Sighing, he laid back down, face buried in the crook of your neck.
“You won’t forget me, right?” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t
help the smile on your face.

“Of course not, you dork,” you admonished playfully slapping his
back. “I love you too much.”

To say time became a paradox for the both of you would feel like
an understatement. Somehow, your days apart went both quickly and terribly
slow. Kuroo finally figured it out one night, six months into your parting. The
days were fast because they were full of the busyness of life; volleyball
practice, classes, games, visiting friends when he had time, studying. But it
was the night, the quiet times miraculously not filled with obligations, where
he felt your absence the strongest. He could only speculate that the difference
between now and how things were in high school for the two of you was the fact
that he had no ability to see you in person. He couldn’t hug you, kiss you,
ruffle your hair, tickle you, fall asleep next to you.

Your relationship became centered around Skype calls and text
messaging and Kuroo could only be thankful he’d not been born in a time where
snail mail was the only option and even then, there was no guarantee a letter
would reach one’s loved ones.

He found it ironic that he longed for high school again, that it
felt simpler then because at least you were here.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Late one night, when Kuroo couldn’t sleep, he found himself wandering
the city in a mindless haze. His brain was going what felt like one hundred
miles per hour. Sighing, he decided to make the trek to the secret forest,
hoping the walk and being in a place that reminded him so much of you would
help calm him, even if it did sting to be there without you. It took him about
an hour to reach it but he climbed the ladder, sat down and stared out the
window at the stars.

He thought he heard movement from below but equated it to random
wildlife that had taken over the area. However, when he heard the creak of wood
and squeak of the ropes he flew to the hatch opening and looked down. From
below, he watched as a figure made their way up the ladder. Frowning, Kuroo
turned on his flashlight, shining the beam down and asked roughly, “Who’s
there?”

When your face came into view his heart almost stopped. What were
you doing here? A large smile split your face, your pace increasing to reach
him faster. As you neared the opening, Kuroo leaned down, grabbing your
forearms and hoisting you the remaining two feet easily. He collapsed backwards
pulling you on top of him, hands flying to cup your face.

I came
across a fallen tree

I felt the
branches of it looking at me

Is this
the place we used to love?

Is this
the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

“Wha…you…why…” he couldn’t get his brain to form a question due to
his shock of you being here so randomly.

“I came back tonight, my program ended early and I wanted to
surprise you,” you replied.

He didn’t answer, just pulled you roughly down to crash your lips
against his, tangling his fingers in your hair. An appreciative sigh exited
your nose, ghosting over his face warming him. He rotated, slamming the hatch
down to fully cut off the world but never broke the kiss. Hands wandered under
your shirt, cold fingers making you hiss but you wanted him touching you.

Kuroo released you to gather a breath but kept his face close,
unwilling to spare any distance if possible. Eyes shining with unshed tears you
looked up at him with such a look of pure love and longing it made his heart
dance. “Kuroo, I want to be with you,” you said and he groaned low in his
throat. Sitting up, he leaned against the wall tugging you into his lap,
quickly shedding you of your shirt. The night air made you shiver but the feel
of his heated skin when his own shirt was pulled away felt like heaven.

He kissed your neck with soft, teasing lips, savoring the taste of
you, relishing in the feel of you against him. “You really want to do this
here?” he asked breathless when your own mouth descended to his throat.

“I can’t wait to go back home, please Kuroo,” you panted.

He nodded a few times, lifting you up so he could stand and remove
his pants. Thankfully in the days of your coming here together, he’d been smart
enough to leave a plastic tub with a blanket and pillow for the times either of
you needed to stretch out comfortable, usually right next to each other.
Quickly he set them out and when he turned to find you completely naked he felt
himself firm up completely.

Moonlight struck your skin illuminating it to an almost ethereal
glow. He tore off his boxers, laying down on the ground to protect your body
from its firmness with his own. With arms outstretched, he beckoned you to lay
atop him which you did without hesitation.

His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, molding your
flesh. He couldn’t get enough of your lips despite his desire to kiss you all
over your body. This wasn’t how he’d imagined your first time being, having
always believed you be in a warm comfortable bed with more solid walls and no
draft. That he could take his time worshiping your body. But at the same time,
it felt right to do this here, where the beginning of your relationship really
took place.

So he kissed you and touched you, receiving your returned
attentions with guttural grunts and low sighs. He prepared you as best he could
given the conditions, but you assured him you didn’t care, all you wanted was
to finally be with him, to be united in body as you were in heart and soul.

When he entered the depths of your being, you cried out in
momentary pain but his surprisingly skillful hands turned the tide towards
pleasure fairly quickly. The movements were awkward and slightly painful but
the joy of finally being together in every sense of the word overrode your
discomfiture.

And when you finally reached your peak, shrieking into the dead of
the night Kuroo lost himself and came too, spilling deep in your body.

“I…I’m sorry,” he panted, “I just…couldn’t…hold back.”

You leaned down, kissing him softly and assured him he did everything
you wanted and more. “I’m on the pill, it’s ok,” you advised and he felt
tension leave his body.

Snuggling you close to his chest, he kissed the top of your head. He knew you
couldn’t stay there, the cold of the night bound to make you both sick if
you did, but he remained still just a little bit longer, savoring the feel of
you being in his arms and the comfort of knowing he’d never have to let you go
again.

TAGS: @rock-n-magick

Happy Birthday, Kasamatsu!

vball-baes-bball-babes:

So, even with all the requests I still have pending I simply
could not let this day go by without acknowledging that it is my fave boy’s
birthday! What better way to celebrate than a little happy birthday sexy time?
I hope you all enjoy and thank you again for being so patient with me while I
take the time I need to rest while also slowly working on your asks!

“Kise!” shouts Kasamatsu, throwing him a perfect pass. The
blonde ace catches it easily, dribbling around two defenders before jumping up
and sinking in yet another flawless dunk.

High fiving his captain he beams, “That was for your birthday,
senpai”

“Shut up and get back on defense!” snaps the brunette. As
Kise pouts, you snicker; he’s always so theatrical. Your eyes focus back on the
captain, heart skipping a beat when he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat from his
brow revealing tight, toned abs. Unconsciously, you lick your lips, eager to
taste the salt of his skin, feel the strength of his sinew and muscles beneath
your fingers.

The scrimmage game ends unsurprisingly in Kaijo’s favor and
the throngs of students who gathered to watch begin to disperse save for
yourself and few others who are close to the team. As Kasamatsu downs a water
bottle in one go, he watches you make your way towards him, a soft but warm
smile on your face. He feels his heart racing and it has little to do with the
physical exertion he just displayed. Even after almost a year of dating you, he
still can’t get used to the idea that a girl, a very beautiful and sweet one at
that, is his girlfriend.

“Great game, Yukio-kun,” you praise, giving him a peck on
the cheek.

Before he can respond, Kise is throwing an arm around his
neck. “It was, wasn’t it, _____-cchi! It’s always so nice to see you it the
stands!”

Kasamatsu flashes a glare of irritation at the ace, elbowing
him just hard enough to get him to release. “Baka, get off me,” he snaps then
looks back at you to see you stifling a laugh behind your hand.

Reaching into your purse, you pull out an envelope, handing
it to him with another kiss to his cheek. “I know you have things to take care
of today, but make sure you read that soon. I’ll see you later, k?”

He nods, a furious blush permanently staining his cheeks as
you saunter off. From beside him, he hears Kise comment, “Boy, senpai, you sure
hit the jackpot, wish I could find a girlfriend like her!”

Kasamatsu looks up at his kōhai’s face. “I thought you weren’t
interested in being tied down?” he asks heading towards the locker room for a
shower.

Kise scampers after him, shrugging his shoulders. “____-cchi
is special,” he says vaguely.

The captain stops, turning an almost murderous glare on the
blonde. “Don’t get any ideas, Kise.”

Kise shoots his hands up in defense, shaking his head from
side to side. “No, no, no, senpai! I would never
try anything with her.” He adds as they entered the room, “Besides, she’d kick
my ass harder than you if I did.”

Kasamatsu can’t stop the laugh that erupts at this
observation because he knows Kise is completely right.

Refreshed from his shower and changed back into street
clothes, Kasamatsu opens the envelope you left with him. Scanning the document
inside his eyes go wide, his entire body flushing hot with the realization of
just what you have in mind. His pulse is racing, a quiver shaking through him
with nerves and excitement.

“So senpai, what did _____-cchi give you?” Kise asks.

Kasamatsu doesn’t both replying, just takes off running in
the direction of where he knows you’re waiting for him. Kise looks after with a
confused look until he realizes the course his captain’s legs are taking him
and a small smile pulls at his lips; he really did hit the jackpot with you.

As Kasamatsu approaches the establishment, he feels his
heart pounding against the cage of his ribs. His eyes stray to the sign on the building,
a place he’s passed many times and fantasized about bringing you to but he’s
always been too nervous to make a move. Leave it to you to be the one to
initiate a rendezvous in a love hotel.

Walking to the front desk, he hands the receptionist the
paper as you instructed. She smiles pleasantly, handing him a key with a nice, “Have
a great evening and happy birthday.”

He blushes, stammering out a hurried thank you before taking
to the stairs; he has way too much energy to bother with the elevator. As he
arrives on the fifth floor, Kasamatsu pauses briefly in his steps to weigh what’s
about to happen in his heart. He’s been in love with you for a while, but never
has been able to get his voice to cough out the words. Tonight, he decides,
will be the night and it’s not just because he has an inkling of what you
intend to give him. It’s because if he keeps this in any longer, he’ll explode.

Reaching the door of the room, he swallows thickly, a
shaking hand inserting the key. Beyond the threshold lies, quite literally he’s
sure, the reality of his fantasies. Taking a deep breath, he rotates his wrist,
the click of the bolt sounding like a gunshot making him jump. As he pushes the
door open, his mouth goes completely dry.

There you are, surrounded by soft glowing light emitted from
clusters of candles strategically placed about the room. It’s warm inside but
not too hot though he feels quite flushed just from the sight of you alone.
Midnight black lace covers your body, the bodice of your lingerie pushing your
breasts up enticingly, your crossed legs encased in sheer stockings attached to
a tightly fit garter belt.

A slow, sultry smile upon lips stained with red greets him. Meeting
his eyes, you crook your finger in a come hither motion and Yukio feels his
feet move on autopilot. He could walk over hot coals and not feel them, so mesmerized
is he by your appearance. As he reaches you, you stand up, face closer to his
thanks to the assistance of your high heels. Leaning forward, you kiss him,
softly at first but with growing hunger. His hands remain at his side, fists
clenched and arms taut.

Pulling back, your breath ghosts across his face as you say,
“You can touch me, Yukio-kun.”

Trembling limbs raise up, palms settling against your bare
shoulders. Yukio sighs into your mouth, tightening his grip as you wrap your
arms around his waist to pull him flush to your body. He nips your bottom lip earning
a gasp of surprise. He releases you, flustering, “I’m sorry! I-“ but your lips
are already back on his, open to invite him to taste you. He adheres to the
call, hands diving into your hair to grip you firmly as his ability to control
himself slowly unravels.

Your hands lift the edge of his shirt, breaking the kiss as his
arms rise and you pull it up and over his head. The feel of your touch against
his heated skin makes him tremble with anticipation. As you unfasten the button
of his jeans, Kasamatsu’s feels his heart rate jump violently.

“Relax, Yukio,” you instruct, pulling down his pants and
boxers in one go. The look of him fully exposed, a red hue to his skin, makes
you shiver with delight; he’s even more perfect than you imagined. “You’re so
sexy,” you purr.

Whirling around, you push him gently to the bed and he lands
with a soft thud against the covers. As you crawl over him, he hisses at the
feel of the lace on your outfit shifting gently over his skin. Hot, wet kisses descend
on his chest and he kicks his head back. His whole body shakes, nerves starting
to get the better of him despite the screaming desire he holds in his heart for
you. Feeling his tension, you pull up slightly, concern lacing your tone as you
ask, “Do you want to stop?”

“N…no,” he affirms, “I..I’m just-“

“Shhhh,” you say placing a finger over his lips. “I know,
just lay back and enjoy this.”

Kasamatsu closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip in effort
to gain a semblance of control. He’s wound up, unsure he’ll have what it takes
to return what you’re giving to him. As if reading his thoughts, you murmur
against his neck, “Don’t worry about me, Yukio, this is all about making you
feel good.” You slide back down his body and he can’t stop the low moan that
pulls from his throat. Seeing he’s already worked up enough as it is, you
decide to give him his special treat sooner than later; you want him to actually
enjoy this rather than writhe around like a tortured soul.

You can always tease him later.

Yukio glances down at you, watching as your mouth descends
lower and lower, target the apex of his thighs and wonders not for the first time
in the span of five minutes where you get your confidence. To his knowledge,
you’ve never done anything like this before either. But then again, you’ve
never talked about it because he’s never asked. Further consideration of your sexual
prowess and where it comes from catapults out of his mind as you close your
lips around the head of his erection, pushing down to take him further in.

His hips buck up automatically, prompting you to place both
hands against the join of them to hold him steady.

A deep, raspy call of your name has you smirking around his
length, tongue swirling around before teasing the tip once more. Yukio grunts,
hands fisting the sheets until he’s white-knuckled.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” he gasps.

He curses his brain’s inability to work properly, the blood elsewhere
at the moment but rather than be offended you chuckle, the vibrations of your
mirth crawling up his length and out to every nerve ending in his body. You
ignore his inquiry for the moment, opting to distract him from unnecessary
considerations other than what you’re doing to him right now. Your hands rub
his thighs, a deep moan of appreciation sounding in reaction to the multiple
points of stimulation. A choked gasp catches in his throat as you trail your
nails over his sack, his back arching impressively high. You watch his stomach muscles
contract, beads of sweat rolling into the crevices of his hip joints creating a
musky scent that is purely Kasamatsu.

Releasing his member, you trail your tongue to catch the
salt found in those valleys, Yukio canting his hips in search of your absent
heat.

Kasamatsu opens his eyes when he feels your weight shift
from the bed to over his own body, mouth watering at the vision you make straddling
his hips with your lingerie still on. You grab his hand, placing it flush
against your aching core and moan, “Do you feel how wet you make me Yukio?”

“Oh god,” he drawls, the simple words thick as molasses.

You hum in appreciation, pushing aside the center of your panties
to take him in all the way to the hilt. He curses and grasps your thighs
roughly, fingers indenting the soft supple flesh. A breathy sigh escapes your
mouth, head casting back in rapture at the feel of finally having him encased
in your heat. Slowly you rise, drawing a labored breath from his lips before
sinking back down to earn a hoarse cry of pleasure.

His eyes lock with yours, an inferno of passion and longing
burning within his irises as he whispers, “I love you, ______.”

His confession cascades over you like flood waters and you
sink further into the powerful sea that is Kasamatsu Yukio.

“I love you too, Yukio.” Your voice is soft but the
sentiments are assured and Kasamatsu’s heart sings with the knowledge of his
affections being returned.

You rise and fall again, a little bit quicker, a little
harder, riding him like you’ve been longing to for so long. “Unh, I love the
way you feel in me, captain,” you
assert. Suddenly, your world is turned sideways, Yukio rotating quickly to take
top position, the unexpected motion causing you to squeak in surprise. When
your wide eyes meet his gaze, you shudder at the intensity boring out of his
blue orbs. Much as he enjoys your dominance, you calling him captain awakened something
primal within the depths of his soul.

Gone is the nervous Yukio, the unsure, slightly flustered
boy you fell for and in his place is a hungry lion.

His mouth covers yours roughly, tongue licking the underside
of your bottom lip before he tugs it between his teeth and sucks, eliciting the
sensation of lightning coursing through your veins. He releases quickly in
favor of trailing hot, wet open mouth kisses down the column of your throat to
the top of your breasts which is laves over, painting shapes against your flesh
with his slick muscle.

You arch further into him, chest pressing hard against his
and when you feel one hand finally cup your breast gently a soft sigh of
pleasure rushes past your lips. His fingers move to the zipper of your top,
pulling down in one quick motion to
reveal more of your sumptuous skin. When it falls away completely, he leans up
to look at you and you feel his length twitch from within your body.

“Yukio,” you whisper, fingers grazing over the rippling
muscles of his abdomen. Kasamatsu leans his head down, breath tickling the sensitive
skin of your breasts. He opens his mouth, sucking in a pert nipple, teeth grazing
against it making you writhe.

A keening whimper rushes from your mouth, praises of his
abilities falling from your lips like life giving water and it does much to
boost his ego. Yukio knows he will never get enough of this feeling. It’s
better than anything he’s ever experienced in his life.

Kasamatsu is taking his dominant role seriously. He pulls
out of you, drawing a protested whimper from your mouth but he hushes your
complaints with a firm kiss. Moving down your body, shoulders and biceps
flexing against the weight they hold, he descends his face between your thighs.
His cheeks are burning in reaction to what he’s about to do but there’s no way
he’s stopping now. He’s practiced a thousand times in his mind and now is the
time to put it to good use.

He tears away your panties making you hitch your breath, eyes
drinking in the vision of you spread before him like a feast making his mouth
water in anticipation. He’s heard other guys talk about going down on their
girlfriends and always wondered what it would be like. Now, he has the honored
opportunity to join the ranks of the experienced. A tentative flick of his
tongue against one fold makes your body jump. He goes for a little more, lips
sucking in one side of you and you released a breathy sigh of his name.

Growing bolder, he opens his mouth wide, licking you from
base to clit with the flat of his tongue.

“Oh Yukio,” you rasp, voice thickly laced with lust. He feels
your fingers grip his hair, hips bucking up seeking more attention, more
friction, just more. A deep inhale of
your scent makes his head swim and he decides to stop being hesitant and just
go for it. Strong hands push your thighs
wider allowing him better access to your heated center. Yukio seals his mouth
over your luscious nether lips, sucking firmly as he tongues your clit. He
wants to make you feel good, wants to show you how much you mean to him.

“Yukio! I…I’m supposed to…be giving you a present,” you pant, lifting your head to seek his eyes.

He glances up, the sight of him buried between the apex of
your thighs sending a new wave of heat rolling over your skin. He releases,
voice low and guttural, “Be quiet, ______, I’m enjoying my birthday treat.”

Your head falls back, denting the pillow and you moan as he
returns to licking you every way he can, doing things with his tongue that you’d
only read about but never thought possible. It isn’t long before he has you
wailing.

“Yukio, please! Please!” you beg and he smirks against your
skin. He plays you up higher, thankful for the tips he bothered to read in
those men’s magazines he found in Kise’s locker; seems they were good for something
other than offering work out tips.

He feels your body tensing and his dick is so hard it hurts
but he won’t stop, he won’t stop until you’re a shaking, wet, orally fucked
mess. His wish is granted seconds later as a loud, long cry of his name erupts
from what sounds like the very center of your soul. He releases you, leaning
back on his knees to observe the torrid mess he’s made of you as he wipes his
mouth on the back of his hand.

“Wow,” you gasp, voice rough.

But Yukio isn’t done, not by a long shot. His body covers
yours once more, the heat and sweat of both your flesh mingling. He voice is
deep and powerful as he announces, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

A low deep rumble of appreciation cascades on your ears when
he thrusts into you once more and the sounds Yukio is making cause your heart
to flutter, a deep burn erupting in your belly. You wrap your arms around his
neck, pulling him into a fiery kiss that adds to the flames of your passion.
You feel like you’re in an inferno hot enough to burn away the edges of your
sanity but you love it. You knew sex with Yukio would be amazing, but you’d no
idea it would be like this. The melding of two hearts, beating in tandem
together as he pushes farther forward before drawing back. His motions are
slow, the effort to not release too soon great as he wants to keep this going
as long as he can. Rising up on your elbows, you plant sloppy open mouth kisses
along his throat, tongue feeling the rapid tap dance of his pulse. “We have all
night, don’t hold back…captain.”

Yukio wraps his hand into your hair, tugging hard to pull
your head back as he latches his teeth into your flesh. Your whole body
convulses, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his nervous system.

“Say it again,” he growls.

You smile into your words. “Seems you have a bit of a kink, captain,” you coo. Your suspicions are
confirmed when he thrusts forward hard.
The impact steals your breath, heart beating wildly as another thread of Yukio’s
control snaps under the weight of your seduction.

“Come on, show me what you’ve got. Really give it to me,
captain,” you command and Kasamatsu can’t hold back any longer.

His hands grab your wrists, flinging your arms above your
head. There’s a fire burning in his eyes as his gaze holds your own and he
drives forward hard again. You close your eyes, absorbing the feel of his dominance,
his strength, the euphoria of him overtaking all your senses. You feel like you’re
drowning and it’s worth the loss of yourself if you can have Yukio like this.

“Open your eyes, _______, I want to watch you fall apart for
me,” he orders.

You comply meeting his intense orbs and smile but it’s wiped
from your face the next instant when he drives even deeper. Your mouth falls
open, panting inhales and exhales as he thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping
against yours overtakes the room, but soon it is overshadowed by the cries from
your lips.

Yukio watches when rapt attention to every nuance of your
face as he fucks you, the feel of your body one he never wants to be without
again for as long as he lives. A shudder courses through you, eyes dilating
more and he can feel your inner walls clenching tighter.

“You’re close, I can tell,” he supplies, kissing you
roughly.

He kisses you until you can’t breathe. As you tear away from
his lips, you cry out, “Yukio!” and come hard around him, body shaking in the
throes of an orgasm so intense you’re sure you will pass out once it’s over.
Yukio groans loudly as he erupts deep within your body, the feel of you coupled
with the sound of your pleasure too much for him to resist, a perfect siren
song to draw him into release.

Sated, he collapses next to you on his back, chest heaving
up and down as he gulps down passes of air.

Rolling to your side, you caress his cheek once more and whisper,
“Happy birthday, Yukio.”

He casts you a sidelong glance, a genuine smile clear on his
face. “It certainly is, _____.”

Happy Birthday, Kasamatsu!

So, even with all the requests I still have pending I simply
could not let this day go by without acknowledging that it is my fave boy’s
birthday! What better way to celebrate than a little happy birthday sexy time?
I hope you all enjoy and thank you again for being so patient with me while I
take the time I need to rest while also slowly working on your asks!

“Kise!” shouts Kasamatsu, throwing him a perfect pass. The
blonde ace catches it easily, dribbling around two defenders before jumping up
and sinking in yet another flawless dunk.

High fiving his captain he beams, “That was for your birthday,
senpai”

“Shut up and get back on defense!” snaps the brunette. As
Kise pouts, you snicker; he’s always so theatrical. Your eyes focus back on the
captain, heart skipping a beat when he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat from his
brow revealing tight, toned abs. Unconsciously, you lick your lips, eager to
taste the salt of his skin, feel the strength of his sinew and muscles beneath
your fingers.

The scrimmage game ends unsurprisingly in Kaijo’s favor and
the throngs of students who gathered to watch begin to disperse save for
yourself and few others who are close to the team. As Kasamatsu downs a water
bottle in one go, he watches you make your way towards him, a soft but warm
smile on your face. He feels his heart racing and it has little to do with the
physical exertion he just displayed. Even after almost a year of dating you, he
still can’t get used to the idea that a girl, a very beautiful and sweet one at
that, is his girlfriend.

“Great game, Yukio-kun,” you praise, giving him a peck on
the cheek.

Before he can respond, Kise is throwing an arm around his
neck. “It was, wasn’t it, _____-cchi! It’s always so nice to see you it the
stands!”

Kasamatsu flashes a glare of irritation at the ace, elbowing
him just hard enough to get him to release. “Baka, get off me,” he snaps then
looks back at you to see you stifling a laugh behind your hand.

Reaching into your purse, you pull out an envelope, handing
it to him with another kiss to his cheek. “I know you have things to take care
of today, but make sure you read that soon. I’ll see you later, k?”

He nods, a furious blush permanently staining his cheeks as
you saunter off. From beside him, he hears Kise comment, “Boy, senpai, you sure
hit the jackpot, wish I could find a girlfriend like her!”

Kasamatsu looks up at his kōhai’s face. “I thought you weren’t
interested in being tied down?” he asks heading towards the locker room for a
shower.

Kise scampers after him, shrugging his shoulders. “____-cchi
is special,” he says vaguely.

The captain stops, turning an almost murderous glare on the
blonde. “Don’t get any ideas, Kise.”

Kise shoots his hands up in defense, shaking his head from
side to side. “No, no, no, senpai! I would never
try anything with her.” He adds as they entered the room, “Besides, she’d kick
my ass harder than you if I did.”

Kasamatsu can’t stop the laugh that erupts at this
observation because he knows Kise is completely right.

Refreshed from his shower and changed back into street
clothes, Kasamatsu opens the envelope you left with him. Scanning the document
inside his eyes go wide, his entire body flushing hot with the realization of
just what you have in mind. His pulse is racing, a quiver shaking through him
with nerves and excitement.

“So senpai, what did _____-cchi give you?” Kise asks.

Kasamatsu doesn’t both replying, just takes off running in
the direction of where he knows you’re waiting for him. Kise looks after with a
confused look until he realizes the course his captain’s legs are taking him
and a small smile pulls at his lips; he really did hit the jackpot with you.

As Kasamatsu approaches the establishment, he feels his
heart pounding against the cage of his ribs. His eyes stray to the sign on the building,
a place he’s passed many times and fantasized about bringing you to but he’s
always been too nervous to make a move. Leave it to you to be the one to
initiate a rendezvous in a love hotel.

Walking to the front desk, he hands the receptionist the
paper as you instructed. She smiles pleasantly, handing him a key with a nice, “Have
a great evening and happy birthday.”

He blushes, stammering out a hurried thank you before taking
to the stairs; he has way too much energy to bother with the elevator. As he
arrives on the fifth floor, Kasamatsu pauses briefly in his steps to weigh what’s
about to happen in his heart. He’s been in love with you for a while, but never
has been able to get his voice to cough out the words. Tonight, he decides,
will be the night and it’s not just because he has an inkling of what you
intend to give him. It’s because if he keeps this in any longer, he’ll explode.

Reaching the door of the room, he swallows thickly, a
shaking hand inserting the key. Beyond the threshold lies, quite literally he’s
sure, the reality of his fantasies. Taking a deep breath, he rotates his wrist,
the click of the bolt sounding like a gunshot making him jump. As he pushes the
door open, his mouth goes completely dry.

There you are, surrounded by soft glowing light emitted from
clusters of candles strategically placed about the room. It’s warm inside but
not too hot though he feels quite flushed just from the sight of you alone.
Midnight black lace covers your body, the bodice of your lingerie pushing your
breasts up enticingly, your crossed legs encased in sheer stockings attached to
a tightly fit garter belt.

A slow, sultry smile upon lips stained with red greets him. Meeting
his eyes, you crook your finger in a come hither motion and Yukio feels his
feet move on autopilot. He could walk over hot coals and not feel them, so mesmerized
is he by your appearance. As he reaches you, you stand up, face closer to his
thanks to the assistance of your high heels. Leaning forward, you kiss him,
softly at first but with growing hunger. His hands remain at his side, fists
clenched and arms taut.

Pulling back, your breath ghosts across his face as you say,
“You can touch me, Yukio-kun.”

Trembling limbs raise up, palms settling against your bare
shoulders. Yukio sighs into your mouth, tightening his grip as you wrap your
arms around his waist to pull him flush to your body. He nips your bottom lip earning
a gasp of surprise. He releases you, flustering, “I’m sorry! I-“ but your lips
are already back on his, open to invite him to taste you. He adheres to the
call, hands diving into your hair to grip you firmly as his ability to control
himself slowly unravels.

Your hands lift the edge of his shirt, breaking the kiss as his
arms rise and you pull it up and over his head. The feel of your touch against
his heated skin makes him tremble with anticipation. As you unfasten the button
of his jeans, Kasamatsu’s feels his heart rate jump violently.

“Relax, Yukio,” you instruct, pulling down his pants and
boxers in one go. The look of him fully exposed, a red hue to his skin, makes
you shiver with delight; he’s even more perfect than you imagined. “You’re so
sexy,” you purr.

Whirling around, you push him gently to the bed and he lands
with a soft thud against the covers. As you crawl over him, he hisses at the
feel of the lace on your outfit shifting gently over his skin. Hot, wet kisses descend
on his chest and he kicks his head back. His whole body shakes, nerves starting
to get the better of him despite the screaming desire he holds in his heart for
you. Feeling his tension, you pull up slightly, concern lacing your tone as you
ask, “Do you want to stop?”

“N…no,” he affirms, “I..I’m just-“

“Shhhh,” you say placing a finger over his lips. “I know,
just lay back and enjoy this.”

Kasamatsu closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip in effort
to gain a semblance of control. He’s wound up, unsure he’ll have what it takes
to return what you’re giving to him. As if reading his thoughts, you murmur
against his neck, “Don’t worry about me, Yukio, this is all about making you
feel good.” You slide back down his body and he can’t stop the low moan that
pulls from his throat. Seeing he’s already worked up enough as it is, you
decide to give him his special treat sooner than later; you want him to actually
enjoy this rather than writhe around like a tortured soul.

You can always tease him later.

Yukio glances down at you, watching as your mouth descends
lower and lower, target the apex of his thighs and wonders not for the first time
in the span of five minutes where you get your confidence. To his knowledge,
you’ve never done anything like this before either. But then again, you’ve
never talked about it because he’s never asked. Further consideration of your sexual
prowess and where it comes from catapults out of his mind as you close your
lips around the head of his erection, pushing down to take him further in.

His hips buck up automatically, prompting you to place both
hands against the join of them to hold him steady.

A deep, raspy call of your name has you smirking around his
length, tongue swirling around before teasing the tip once more. Yukio grunts,
hands fisting the sheets until he’s white-knuckled.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” he gasps.

He curses his brain’s inability to work properly, the blood elsewhere
at the moment but rather than be offended you chuckle, the vibrations of your
mirth crawling up his length and out to every nerve ending in his body. You
ignore his inquiry for the moment, opting to distract him from unnecessary
considerations other than what you’re doing to him right now. Your hands rub
his thighs, a deep moan of appreciation sounding in reaction to the multiple
points of stimulation. A choked gasp catches in his throat as you trail your
nails over his sack, his back arching impressively high. You watch his stomach muscles
contract, beads of sweat rolling into the crevices of his hip joints creating a
musky scent that is purely Kasamatsu.

Releasing his member, you trail your tongue to catch the
salt found in those valleys, Yukio canting his hips in search of your absent
heat.

Kasamatsu opens his eyes when he feels your weight shift
from the bed to over his own body, mouth watering at the vision you make straddling
his hips with your lingerie still on. You grab his hand, placing it flush
against your aching core and moan, “Do you feel how wet you make me Yukio?”

“Oh god,” he drawls, the simple words thick as molasses.

You hum in appreciation, pushing aside the center of your panties
to take him in all the way to the hilt. He curses and grasps your thighs
roughly, fingers indenting the soft supple flesh. A breathy sigh escapes your
mouth, head casting back in rapture at the feel of finally having him encased
in your heat. Slowly you rise, drawing a labored breath from his lips before
sinking back down to earn a hoarse cry of pleasure.

His eyes lock with yours, an inferno of passion and longing
burning within his irises as he whispers, “I love you, ______.”

His confession cascades over you like flood waters and you
sink further into the powerful sea that is Kasamatsu Yukio.

“I love you too, Yukio.” Your voice is soft but the
sentiments are assured and Kasamatsu’s heart sings with the knowledge of his
affections being returned.

You rise and fall again, a little bit quicker, a little
harder, riding him like you’ve been longing to for so long. “Unh, I love the
way you feel in me, captain,” you
assert. Suddenly, your world is turned sideways, Yukio rotating quickly to take
top position, the unexpected motion causing you to squeak in surprise. When
your wide eyes meet his gaze, you shudder at the intensity boring out of his
blue orbs. Much as he enjoys your dominance, you calling him captain awakened something
primal within the depths of his soul.

Gone is the nervous Yukio, the unsure, slightly flustered
boy you fell for and in his place is a hungry lion.

His mouth covers yours roughly, tongue licking the underside
of your bottom lip before he tugs it between his teeth and sucks, eliciting the
sensation of lightning coursing through your veins. He releases quickly in
favor of trailing hot, wet open mouth kisses down the column of your throat to
the top of your breasts which is laves over, painting shapes against your flesh
with his slick muscle.

You arch further into him, chest pressing hard against his
and when you feel one hand finally cup your breast gently a soft sigh of
pleasure rushes past your lips. His fingers move to the zipper of your top,
pulling down in one quick motion to
reveal more of your sumptuous skin. When it falls away completely, he leans up
to look at you and you feel his length twitch from within your body.

“Yukio,” you whisper, fingers grazing over the rippling
muscles of his abdomen. Kasamatsu leans his head down, breath tickling the sensitive
skin of your breasts. He opens his mouth, sucking in a pert nipple, teeth grazing
against it making you writhe.

A keening whimper rushes from your mouth, praises of his
abilities falling from your lips like life giving water and it does much to
boost his ego. Yukio knows he will never get enough of this feeling. It’s
better than anything he’s ever experienced in his life.

Kasamatsu is taking his dominant role seriously. He pulls
out of you, drawing a protested whimper from your mouth but he hushes your
complaints with a firm kiss. Moving down your body, shoulders and biceps
flexing against the weight they hold, he descends his face between your thighs.
His cheeks are burning in reaction to what he’s about to do but there’s no way
he’s stopping now. He’s practiced a thousand times in his mind and now is the
time to put it to good use.

He tears away your panties making you hitch your breath, eyes
drinking in the vision of you spread before him like a feast making his mouth
water in anticipation. He’s heard other guys talk about going down on their
girlfriends and always wondered what it would be like. Now, he has the honored
opportunity to join the ranks of the experienced. A tentative flick of his
tongue against one fold makes your body jump. He goes for a little more, lips
sucking in one side of you and you released a breathy sigh of his name.

Growing bolder, he opens his mouth wide, licking you from
base to clit with the flat of his tongue.

“Oh Yukio,” you rasp, voice thickly laced with lust. He feels
your fingers grip his hair, hips bucking up seeking more attention, more
friction, just more. A deep inhale of
your scent makes his head swim and he decides to stop being hesitant and just
go for it. Strong hands push your thighs
wider allowing him better access to your heated center. Yukio seals his mouth
over your luscious nether lips, sucking firmly as he tongues your clit. He
wants to make you feel good, wants to show you how much you mean to him.

“Yukio! I…I’m supposed to…be giving you a present,” you pant, lifting your head to seek his eyes.

He glances up, the sight of him buried between the apex of
your thighs sending a new wave of heat rolling over your skin. He releases,
voice low and guttural, “Be quiet, ______, I’m enjoying my birthday treat.”

Your head falls back, denting the pillow and you moan as he
returns to licking you every way he can, doing things with his tongue that you’d
only read about but never thought possible. It isn’t long before he has you
wailing.

“Yukio, please! Please!” you beg and he smirks against your
skin. He plays you up higher, thankful for the tips he bothered to read in
those men’s magazines he found in Kise’s locker; seems they were good for something
other than offering work out tips.

He feels your body tensing and his dick is so hard it hurts
but he won’t stop, he won’t stop until you’re a shaking, wet, orally fucked
mess. His wish is granted seconds later as a loud, long cry of his name erupts
from what sounds like the very center of your soul. He releases you, leaning
back on his knees to observe the torrid mess he’s made of you as he wipes his
mouth on the back of his hand.

“Wow,” you gasp, voice rough.

But Yukio isn’t done, not by a long shot. His body covers
yours once more, the heat and sweat of both your flesh mingling. He voice is
deep and powerful as he announces, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

A low deep rumble of appreciation cascades on your ears when
he thrusts into you once more and the sounds Yukio is making cause your heart
to flutter, a deep burn erupting in your belly. You wrap your arms around his
neck, pulling him into a fiery kiss that adds to the flames of your passion.
You feel like you’re in an inferno hot enough to burn away the edges of your
sanity but you love it. You knew sex with Yukio would be amazing, but you’d no
idea it would be like this. The melding of two hearts, beating in tandem
together as he pushes farther forward before drawing back. His motions are
slow, the effort to not release too soon great as he wants to keep this going
as long as he can. Rising up on your elbows, you plant sloppy open mouth kisses
along his throat, tongue feeling the rapid tap dance of his pulse. “We have all
night, don’t hold back…captain.”

Yukio wraps his hand into your hair, tugging hard to pull
your head back as he latches his teeth into your flesh. Your whole body
convulses, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his nervous system.

“Say it again,” he growls.

You smile into your words. “Seems you have a bit of a kink, captain,” you coo. Your suspicions are
confirmed when he thrusts forward hard.
The impact steals your breath, heart beating wildly as another thread of Yukio’s
control snaps under the weight of your seduction.

“Come on, show me what you’ve got. Really give it to me,
captain,” you command and Kasamatsu can’t hold back any longer.

His hands grab your wrists, flinging your arms above your
head. There’s a fire burning in his eyes as his gaze holds your own and he
drives forward hard again. You close your eyes, absorbing the feel of his dominance,
his strength, the euphoria of him overtaking all your senses. You feel like you’re
drowning and it’s worth the loss of yourself if you can have Yukio like this.

“Open your eyes, _______, I want to watch you fall apart for
me,” he orders.

You comply meeting his intense orbs and smile but it’s wiped
from your face the next instant when he drives even deeper. Your mouth falls
open, panting inhales and exhales as he thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping
against yours overtakes the room, but soon it is overshadowed by the cries from
your lips.

Yukio watches when rapt attention to every nuance of your
face as he fucks you, the feel of your body one he never wants to be without
again for as long as he lives. A shudder courses through you, eyes dilating
more and he can feel your inner walls clenching tighter.

“You’re close, I can tell,” he supplies, kissing you
roughly.

He kisses you until you can’t breathe. As you tear away from
his lips, you cry out, “Yukio!” and come hard around him, body shaking in the
throes of an orgasm so intense you’re sure you will pass out once it’s over.
Yukio groans loudly as he erupts deep within your body, the feel of you coupled
with the sound of your pleasure too much for him to resist, a perfect siren
song to draw him into release.

Sated, he collapses next to you on his back, chest heaving
up and down as he gulps down passes of air.

Rolling to your side, you caress his cheek once more and whisper,
“Happy birthday, Yukio.”

He casts you a sidelong glance, a genuine smile clear on his
face. “It certainly is, _____.”

Izuki – F, G, I and Hyuga – M, V, W Looking forward to more of your stuff showing up on my dash! Good luck with all your requests!

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Favourite position— self explanatory!

😍 Honestly, Izuki’s favorite would be any position in which he can easily observe his partner’s face. He is a major switch and enjoys always trying out new positions so he never really sticks to only one, but he is a pretty big fan of the cowgirl position! Especially on the days he is tired but his partner is in the mood.

Goofy— are they more serious or humorous?

😍 It depends on how long he’s been in a relationship; if he’s with a new partner and is still unsure of how they’d might respond to him being humorous during the deed, he’d remain serious for the most part.

In a long term relationship with a partner he knows likes his advances to be borderline silly he would go all out, don’t you worry! We’re talking about Izuki here after all 😉

Intimacy— how are they during the do, the romantic aspect?

😍 He lives for intimacy, any position which can get him closer to his partner during the do is an ideal one! His preference is definitely leaning more towards the sensual kind of sex but he is down with whatever makes his partner happy! Although he wouldn’t turn down a quickie even if he was on his death bed, he prefers the mood to be clearly set in the old fashioned way; a fancy dinner, wine, perhaps it being under the moonlight 😉 He just gives me an old-school kind of feel when it comes to relationships.

Motivation—what turns him on, what gets him going

🤓 Lingering touches and a seemingly innocent expression is enough to make Hyuga go crazy, especially if his partner is doing it in public and on purpose. He knows they’re trying to provoke him to unleash the beast within, to break his calm mask. He’ll try to reason it with himself- Should he give in? No. Will he? Most definitely!

Volume— how loud they are, what sounds to they make?

🤓 He is definitely on the quiet side so getting out more than a few grunts or low growls from him is a real challenge! That shouldn’t discourage his partner from trying though; under the right circumstances he just might shamelessly give in. On another note, I’m assuming that his partner finds it ridiculously arousing when he huskily mutters out low praises on how good they’re making him feel.

Wild card— random headcanon for a character of your choice

🤓 He’d be too shy to bring up any suggestions that might appear to be outside of the box even if he really is open to trying out new things so he relies on his significant other being more communicative about it than him. Trust me, he is eager to please. Absolutely no doubts about that.

These are great! Thanks for doing them!

For Wild Card Wednesday, may I request nsfw scenarios with Ennoshita, Kenma and Hanamaki? The scenario being their gf is also a manager of their respective team and while they are at a training camp, gf and him sneak off to do it in a closet or maybe the empty showers? lame request is lame

It’s not lame dear! Thank you for participating and sending
me characters I’ve never really written for. I think I’ve had one head canon
for Kenma. I had a fun time writing these and hope you enjoy!

Kenma

“What’s in it for me?” Kuroo’s eyebrow cocks up, a smug smirk on his face.

“I’ll get you a date with Yachi-san,” you offer.

“Pfft, I can get my own dates, thank you very
much,” he complains.

“Sure, if she’d stand still long enough for you to ask
and even then, I’m not sure it would work without a little input from me.”

By the dusting of pink on his cheeks and slight irritation
in his eyes you know you’ve got him.

“Fine, but he’s going to kill both of us you
know,” he concedes.

“You let me worry about that.”

Kuroo puts his plan into action the next day, stealing away
Kenma’s shower basket in the morning and hiding it well enough that by the time
the annoyed setter finds it that evening he’s the very last to use the showers.

Grumbling to himself about revenge against the scheming
captain, he starts to wash, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath to try to
calm down from the day.

As you step into the locker room your heart drums with
nervous excitement. The steam rolls around you like a blanket, erupting sweat
on your brow and warming your body though you don’t need the external assistance
to feel a burning heat. The smell of clean springs wafts through the room mixed
with a scent that can only be described as distinctly male creating a rather
heady concoction that adds to the thrum in your pulse.

The latching of the lock catches Kenma’s attention, his soft
voice echoing off the tiles as he calls out, “Who’s there?”

When you come around the corner, Kenma inhales sharply, his
hands flying to cover himself.

You click your tongue, shaking your head as you admonish, “Still
so shy, Kenma-kun.” Stalking forward, you slowly undo the tie at your
waist. The falling terry cloth reveals blemish free skin to his vision and you
don’t miss the momentary flash of heat in his eyes.

“________-chan, what are you doing?” His tone
tries for annoyance but your ears are tuned to his nuances; he’s interested
despite his play for indifference to your state of undress.

“You’re too smart to play dumb, Kenma-kun,” you hiss as the hot water kisses your skin. Slick flesh meets slick
flesh when you seal a half-hearted protest from his mouth with your own. You
kiss him gingerly, fingers carding through wet hair and he moans low in the
back of his throat. Kenma’s hands instinctively reach for you, grasping your
hips firmly, thumbs trailing back and forth with nervous energy.

He pulls away to gather a shaky breath, meeting your eyes
with his own half hooded.

“I should have known something was up. Kuroo helped you,
didn’t he?”

“Mmhmmmm,” you purr, finger tracing a line down
the center of his chest. You follow its trajectory, knees landing on the tile
below. “Don’t be too angry with him,” you sigh, lips teasing against
his firming length, “I played dirty.”

“Yachi-san?” he pants as you take him in.

Your hum of confirmation vibrates up his flesh shooting
tendrils of pleasure from the base of his spine upwards pulling goosebumps to
the surface of his heated skin. His hand settles in your hair, breath and heart
rate increasing as he groans, “You’re impossible.”

You smile around him, releasing just enough to assert,
“But you love me anyway.”

His pulling you back into position confirms your conviction
and you return focus on the task of getting him off before the coaches get
suspicious.

Ennoshita

“Chikara-kun,” you moan, hands clenching his jersey tight enough
that your knuckles almost turn white, “we can’t do this here!” Your words end
on a hiss as his teeth scrape against your collar bone, hands pressing you
firmly to the wall of the abandoned classroom he pulled you into. Seems he
found the dingy, dark place while touring the grounds at night with the other
second years, something about setting up a ghost prank for the first years but
your surprisingly devious boyfriend had much more salacious intentions in mind.

“Shhhh, don’t make so much noise, _____-chan, you don’t want
anyone to find us, do you?” he whispers, breath tickling the fine hairs of your
ear making you shiver. His lips cover yours in a passionate kiss, his hold
tightening to an almost bruising degree. A whimper crawls up your throat,
finger nails scraping against the vinyl number on his back.

“Is this anyway for a future captain to be behaving? What
kind of example are you setting?” you scold once your kiss abused lips are
released in favor of gaining more oxygen. You wish your tone held more
authority but it’s a rather difficult ask when his hands are trailing up the
inside of your shirt. Wrapping a strong hand around one breast he squeezes
earning a shuddering groan.

“If I told you the number of times I caught Daichi knuckle
deep in Michimiya-san it would make your head spin, so to answer your question,”
he pinches a nipple through the tautness of your bra making you arch further
into his touch, “I’d say I’m just following in his footsteps.”

You choke on your breath, head hitting the wall with a thud.
With your eyes closed you can’t see the smirk on Chikara’s face but you can
definitely feel it. His mouth latches back onto your pulse point as he trails
his hand back down over your stomach, fingers toying with the edges of your
waistband. His teasing is getting to be unbearable and you wish he’d either stop
now or just get on with it.

“Is that so?” he asks and you realize you must have voiced
your complaint aloud. “Well then,” he goes on, hand breaking the threshold of
your pants, “if you’re going to be so accommodating, who am I to turn down an
invitation like that?”

He pushes past the hem of your panties, fingers grazing the
top of your sex before rubbing softly against where you need him most but the
friction is too light, not enough to really give you what you need. You keen
and moan, head thrashing back and forth. Before long you’re begging, pleading
with him to finish what he started.

A low heated chuckle, laced with lustful intent hits your
ears. “You’re so pretty when you beg,” he admires, finally sinking two digits
into the sweltering heat between your thighs.

You sigh his name, hitching your leg over his hip to grant
him further access to your inner most being.

“I hope you weren’t hungry,” he warns, “because we’re going
to be missing dinner it seems.” As he drops to his knees, dragging your bottoms
with him, he shoots you a ravenous look. “Although I plan to get my fill of
dessert.”

Hanamaki

Giggling wildly under your breath, you pull tightly on
Hanamaki’s hand leading the tall male around the corner of the building where
your team is housed for your training camp. His face is inscrutable but
curiosity has begun to shine as you quickly make your way under the cover of
darkness towards where the buses are parked. Shooting a look over your
shoulder, you wink at him as you draw up a key. Without a word, you unlock one
of the doors, tugging him inside before gingerly shutting it so as not to draw attention.

“______-chan, what are you up to?” the wing spiker asks,
smile tugging at his lips.

You send him a coy look, pushing against his chest until he
plops down on one of the bench seats. He’s barely settled before you’re straddling
his thighs and sitting upon his lap.

“I’m giving you a reward,” you admit, “you did so well
today.” Your lips touch his cheek lightly in quick pecks until you reach his
ear where you whisper, “Do you know how hot and bothered I get watching you
play?”

Hanamaki can’t stop the groan he releases, grasping your ass
firmly. You love the feel of his large, strong hands on you anywhere and
everywhere but he seems to have a thing for your butt and so you make sure to
put yourself in positions where he can access it easily; pleasure for him means
pleasure for you.

“I love watching you spike the ball,” you confess, tongue
trailing the edge of his ear. You feel him shudder as you grind down on him,
his member already firm just from the tone of your voice.

“You look so sexy, covered in sweat, smelling like musk, it’s
like a drug.” Your voice is raspy, filled with longing.

Hanamaki can’t take it anymore, pressing you down roughly as he pushes up, his firmness making you gasp as pleasure shoots through you like
a lightning bolt. His lips latch onto your neck, fierce and powerful, hands
reaching under your shirt. In a few motions, he’s released your breasts,
pushing up the material of your bra as he palms the weighted flesh. Fingers tweek
your nipples making you keen and arch your back, head tossed allowing your hair
to flow freely behind you.

You work your hips in circles, increasing the speed to
create more friction. You’d intended to take your time, really tease him up but
Hanamaki has a way of making you lose your focus. He tugs you forward, lips
crashing to yours in a kiss that threatens to drown you. His tongue is hot and
wicked, dominating yours easily making you whimper and sigh.

He rips away from you, a guttural moan erupting from his
chest as he reaches his climax and you feel his length twitching against your
still clothed sex. Without warning, he thrusts his hand into your panties,
curling a finger up and into your body.

“Taka-kun!” you shout, voice bouncing off the roof of the
bus. His thumb finds your pleasure, circling over and over making your body
heat up rapidly.

His ministrations do their work, catapulting you into and
through a mind shattering orgasm that leaves your thighs wet and shaking. When
you’ve calmed down a bit, he pulls his hand away, cleaning the evidence of your
arousal from his hand with a dexterous tongue.

“That’s it,” he mumbles around his slick digits, “I’m
definitely making sure we win our next game. Even if I have to do it all by
myself.”

How would Sō Inuoka ask out his crush, where would he take her?

nekoma-headcanons:

Sō Inuoka:

In the beginning, Inuoka would be too nervous to ask his crush out and he would need a lot of encouragement from Lev and Shibayama to actually do it. And by that I mean he was too afraid that Lev would accidentally slip it to his crush before he can say anything.

He would wait for her at the school gate, after classes, with a small but cute flower bouquet, going over his lines in his head so he doesn’t mess it up. The moment he sees her exiting the building, he’d be practically running towards her though.

His confession is short but sincere and it earns a soft giggle and a kiss on the cheek from his crush.

I think Inuoka would like to spend his first date with his crush in a pleasant environment, away from other people’s stares. He would find a nice place out in the nature and prepare a picnic for the first of them.

He’d probably say something cheesy like “All this amazing nature around us and it still can’t compare to your beauty.”

The two of them would have a great time, having fun and enjoying good food prepared by Inu with help from his mom.

He would be a gentleman and walk her home after their date, gently pressing his lips to her knuckles. Another cheek kiss from her would take him by surprise at the end of the day.

Adorable!! I just love this enthusiastic love-bug! Thanks!

My time has come, may I request a cliché Soulmate AU with Kiyoshi Teppei? Any kind of tattoo AU would be fine. I hope this isn’t angsty, but maybe Kiyoshi is kind of reclutant to the whole idea but when he meets the girl, is definitely love at first sight? I hope this is okay, and that you have a good day 😊.

baesketballers:

He remembers his sentiment towards the words inked around his wrist, and towards the whole notion of soulmates in general. It just feels weird to have one person assigned to you by Fate for the rest of your life—one, and no more. Rather than contempt, Kiyoshi realizes deep down that he is mostly anxious about meeting the person destined for him. There are so many people in this world, after all. He could end up with someone older, younger, someone from another country, someone taller or shorter…

Be careful! Are you alright?

Kiyoshi has never felt so nervous for something as generic as the words tattooed on his skin, currently covered with a pair of warm gloves. It just appeared one morning during his early middle school days, as if Fate only got to him after inking words for a people in line. He remembers how confused he was, because other people had very telling hints: he knows senior with foreign language written on his wrist, others had quite specific and often weird words. There were instances where he thought he found his soulmate, only to find that they had different mismatched words written on their wrists.

Maybe he doesn’t even want to meet his soulmate. He shuts all thoughts as he tightens the grip on his backpack, breath visibly puffing in the chilly air with every exhale.

And so Kiyoshi leads his days without remotely thinking about his soulmate. While others around him are daydreaming, fantasizing, he is working hard and keeping himself busy so that every nook and cranny of his mind is completely occupied. Not the best solution, but it’s working so far, despite how tired he often is.

Which is probably the reason why he almost fell on his butt in the middle of the pedestrian crossing thanks to the slippery ice, if not for the person behind him who manages to partially hold him up.

“Be careful! Are you alright?”

Kiyoshi forces his heart to beat again.

“Yeah, thanks a lot. You—” Before he can even turn around to look at them, he feels the same pair of hands gently pushing him forward.

“O-Oh, the timer! Let’s go!” Kiyoshi simultaneously hears the rapid beeping of the machine and the footsteps of people rushing to get to the other side of the road.

So he paces forward, a stranger behind him, until he reaches the other side right as impatient cars speed through to carry on with their lives. He turns around to look at you.

The sun is well low under the horizon, and your face is highlighted by the glow of the sienna street lights as if you’re not radiant enough. You are looking at him with concern, he can tell, but there is something else in your eyes that attracts him though he cannot quite put a finger on it. Warmth course through his body despite him standing under light snowfall in the middle of November.

Then it strikes him that you are his soulmate, and by the look you are giving him, it seems that you realize it too.

Both of you scramble to take off your winter gloves to reveal black ink on the bare skin of your wrists, as if you don’t have those words memorized already. You beat him before he gets to ask you the question.

“You’re… my soulmate.” It comes out soft, like the small bunches of white cotton floating down from the sky, but it’s more than enough for him to hear. He stares at you when you giggle—it’s a pretty sound—and you show him your tattoo.

“So that’s why mine is weird,” you say, pointing at the end of the sentence on your wrist. “Yeah, thanks a lot. You” is printed in neat, thin letterforms, and he let out a chuckle. You must’ve earned your share of questionings from people with that tattoo stuck on you for the rest of your life.

“Here’s mine,” Kiyoshi says as he outstretches his hand for you to see. You send him a sympathetic smile.

“Have you ever met anyone else that said the exact same thing to you?”

“Yeah,” he answers, “eight in total.”

You don’t think he wants to hear you say ‘sorry about that’, so you just offer him your name and a handshake.

“Kiyoshi Teppei,” his grip is firm, but tender, very much like his gaze. “Just call me Teppei.”

There’s an inadvertent blush on your cheeks that he can’t possibly miss, so he sends you a teasing smile, earning your pout. After exchanging cell phone numbers and deciding to go on an impromptu coffee shop date (since you’re both free and hot chocolate sounds amazing in this temperature), reality sinks in. Kiyoshi spares a glance at you walking on his left, and he questions himself.

He would blame it on physical attraction, but he’s encountered many other people equally attractive and they never manage to make his heart stop for one second and beat rapidly on the next. That’s when he believes that it is, in fact, love. It is something alien, as he’s done his best pushing it away and keeping himself occupied with other things.

Kiyoshi doesn’t know you yet, but he feels ready to be with you forever, so he grasps your hand into his. Surprised, you let out a soft ‘oh’ before your face melts into a shy smile.

He can’t wait to get to know you and he already loves you.

Beautiful!!

hi! can you write a fluffy scenario for kinoshita and his fem! s/o, who’s on her period and can’t move from bed/couch/etc.? maybe include him being terrified of her temper and being literally the biggest cinnamon roll? thank you! i love your blog so much, by the way!

Bless this sweet second year! I don’t read the manga so I’m hoping to see more of him in the coming seasons of Haikyuu!! Thank you for requesting and thank you for the love! I’m always so happy to hear when people enjoy my work. I hope you enjoy!

Kinoshita Hisashi

“It hurts,” you whine, curling up into a tighter
fetal position on the couch, eyes squeezed shut.

“I know babe,” Kinoshita says rubbing your arm.

“How can you know? You don’t have a uterus trying to
kill you!”

He flinches slightly at your harsh tone but the next second
you’re crying. “I’m sorry, Hisashi-kun, it’s just, my emotions are all
over the place right now. I understand if you don’t want to be around me.”

While the temptation to run is high, mainly because Kinoshita
doesn’t know what to do, he knows you need him, so he’ll put up with your mood
swings.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he murmurs
against your hair, pecking the crown of your head lightly. “I’ll get you
something to eat,” he adds standing upright. Looking down in your eyes he
asks, “What would you like?”

An unexpected flush erupts across your cheeks; you’re a bit
embarrassed by how much you pack away when you’re hormonal. He sees the crimson
stain of your skin and smiles warmly. “No judgement, just tell me what you
want,” he says softly.

“Um, well, pretty much anything that’s probably bad for me,”
you admit sheepishly pulling a slight chuckle from his lips.

“Ok bashful,” he teases lightly, “I’ll bring you some junk
food.”

He throws on his jacket, blowing a kiss to you before
striding out the door. Twenty minutes later he returns, one hand clenching a
fresh pizza, its scent sending your olfactory nerves to nirvana as moisture erupts
in your mouth at the tantalizing prospect of greasy cheese and pepperoni. In
his other hand are two plastic bags loaded to the brim with soda, chocolate in
various forms and, you think, your favorite flavor of ice cream. Hisashi sends
you a wink before ducking into the kitchen to prepare you a plate.

Another five minutes of waiting, rather impatiently if you’re
honest but you bite your tongue because he’s being so sweet to you, results in
a plate of piping hot pizza, a tall glass of your favorite soda and a candy bar
for dessert. To top it all off, he’s brought you some extra strength pain
killer.

Not only that, he’s brought a heating pad to combat your
killer cramps. Propping you up with pillows behind your back, he gentle places
the warmth against your stomach.

One you’re settled, he pops in your favorite romantic
comedy, the one that makes you laugh till tears come from your eyes, after
which he sits at the other end of the couch near your feet, his own plate of
food in his hands.

Together you watch the movie, and you’re laughing as much as
the pain in your stomach will allow but the endorphins are working as you
barely feel the crushing pain of your contracting reproductive organs.

Looking down the couch at Hisashi, you smile warmly. He catches
the look, blushing a little under the scrutiny of your gaze.

“What?” he asks, eyes averting back to the screen.

“Nothing, just thinking how lucky I am to have you,” you
reply before also returning your attention to the images flickering on the
screen.

As your food hits bottom, you feel your eyelids begin to
weigh heavy, glancing blows of your eyelashes hitting the line below your eyes.
You snuggle deeper into the couch, feet draped over Hisashi’s legs which be
begins rubbing after wiping his hands on the plentiful number of napkins needed
for the pizza.

You sigh in contentment, allowing your eyes to close as the
gentle pressure of Hisashi’s attention to your swollen joints and the
satisfaction of a full belly lull you into a finally peaceful sleep.

He really is the sweetest boyfriend in the world.

If you’re still doing the room prompt how about Kuroo and the living room? Love the Nekoma boys!

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(Aaah, finally someone requested the living room, thenk!)

Tetsurō Kuroo:

How does the character spend weekends?

After a full week of giving 110%, both in volley practice and school work, Kuroo usually uses his weekends to kick back, relax and catch on different TV series or books he’s reading.

He sleeps very late during weekends and goes for a jog after he wakes up. He likes having Kenma over or going over to his house to play video games or just spend time together.

Sometimes, he uses the extra times he has to catch up on school work, especially if he’s got a lot going on the following week.

What kind of movies does the character watch?

He likes to watch documentaries in his spare time to feed his curiosity and thirst for knowledge. He’d also enjoy TV series like Star Trek or Doctor Who very much for their interesting plots and info dumps.

Otherwise, he watches sitcoms and rarely romcoms from time to time, it’s a secret though, ‘cause he loves some good ol’ comedy and can prepare his joke storage to use later on.

What do they do with friends?

He likes going out with his friends and catch up on how their lives are going. He especially enjoys Karaoke nights, where they can all unwind and spend some fun time together.

Kuroo is also the type of person who’d just like to be in his friends’ company, even though each of them is doing their own thing. Like when he’s going over Kenma’s house and he’s playing video games while Kuroo is reading.

What’s their favourite pasttime?

He really enjoys reading science fiction or action novels and watching TV, but due to his school and practice schedule, he rarely catches up on the books he has already started.

What’s their favourite TV show/Film?

As mentioned above, he likes watching Doctor Who, Star Treck, but also West World, Friends or Orange is the new black. He also loves animal documentaries on Discovery.

As for movies, some superhero movies like Deadpool and Wonder Woman, The Matrix, Inception.

Ah, asked this back before I started my main HQ/KnB blog here! Thank you so much, these were great and it’s so awesome to see you back on my dash!

Congrats on all the followers dear! Celebratory songfics? Could I request one using the song Open Your Eyes by Tha Los? Perhaps with a scenario where Koganei is trying to comfort his crush, who has just had her heart broken by another person.

My first request for Koganei! I just love that cat boy so
much! Thanks for requesting, I hope you enjoy it! And thanks for the congratulations!

Open Your Eyes by Tha Los – Koganei

“Oh Koga, what is wrong with me?” you practically wail
throwing yourself dramatically on your bed.

Koga would be snickering at your theatrical display but he
knows you well enough to be aware this is no joke; you truly believe something is
wrong with you because that idiot broke up with you. Koga already didn’t like
him simply for the fact that he was with you and Koga wasn’t. Call him petty if
you like, that’s how he felt though he tried to be
as supportive as possible while stuffing down his own feelings to the balls of
his feet.

I see you in the
lonely place

How could you be so
blind

You still regretting
the love you left, left behind

But looking at you now, curled up in a fetal position, tears
streaming down your face, he sees just how much
he hurt you. Not one usually given to violence, Koga is startled by his intense
desire to deck this guy in the face; or at the very least bribe Kagami-kun to
do it. He shakes his head to dispel his irritation; you don’t need that right
now.

I seen you go through
the changes

Sitting alone each
night

Are you expecting to find
the love, love that’s right

Sitting on the bed, his hand lands on your shoulder, his grip
firm but gentle as he murmurs, “_____-chan, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

Your eyes flick up to his face, pain smeared across your
countenance. “Then why did he break up with me?” you whine. “I mean, I thought
everything was going perfectly!”

Darling open your eyes

Let me show you light

Girl you never find a
love that’s right

Koga grits his teeth and holds his tongue as his hand
mindlessly finds its way into your hair to stroke comfort into your body. He
sees your shoulders relax slightly from his touch, gratified that he can
provide you some relief however minor.

Suddenly, he’s overcome with a rush of confidence to confess
his feelings for you. He’s been caught up in waiting for the perfect moment but
realizes such a thing doesn’t exist. There is no perfect moment to put a decade’s
long friendship on the line by confessing deeper feelings. There is no perfect
time to take the longing of his heart and pull it out into the open, to leave
it vulnerable to your scrutiny.

There are times when
you need someone

I will be by your side

I’ll take my chances
before they pass, pass me by

But just as he’s about to open his mouth to do so, it occurs
to him that now would be the absolute worst
moment to do this. What if you think he’s patronizing you? Or that he’s
using your weakness to his advantage? Could you ever think those things about
him? The very thought makes his stomach flip uncomfortably and he has to hold
back a grimace.

Apparently, he doesn’t do so very well because you catch the
change in his expression, feel the tenseness in his body he wasn’t even aware
he was displaying.

“Koga? Are you ok?”

Momentarily distracted from your own pain in favor of
inspecting his obvious discomfort you lean up on your elbow, your proximity making Koga’s
heart skip two beats before racing like a jack rabbit. Your gaze has him locked
in an unbreakable hold and he doesn’t know what to do. His throat feels raw,
the effort to speak so difficult that he merely takes in a shaky breath,
exhaling it slowly to mingle with yours.

“Koga, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?”

“______-chan,” he begins, voice low and gravelly, very
unlike his usual cadence, “what…what do you see when you look in my eyes?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” you ask confused.

His hand cups the side of your face, his touch sending an
unexpected shock coursing through your body that makes you jump in surprise but
you don’t pull back. If anything, you lean involuntarily into the embrace of
his palm. “Can’t you see the way I look at you?”

Oh darling, there is a
light that shines

Special for you and me

You need to look at
the other side, you’ll agree

Koga’s eyes are burning feverishly, so hotly that you want
to look away but you don’t dare because you know this is important, this is
something huge and significant happening and you don’t want to miss it no
matter how much it scares you. But why are you scared? This is just Koga, your best
friend. The guy who makes you laugh when you’re crying, who helps calm you down
when you’re struggling to get through homework and projects and tests, the guy
who works so hard for his team but always makes time for you, the guy-

Your thoughts cut off abruptly, eyes widening as the
realization of just who you’re
looking at finally hits you. This isn’t just
Koga.

This is who you’ve been looking for and all along he’s been
right in front of your face the whole time.

Darling open your eyes

Let me show you the
light

You may never find a
love that’s right

You lean forward, lips barely touching his but the contact
snaps the thin thread of control Koga has been clutching to. He surges forward,
knocking you flat on your back once more, his body half covering yours as his
lips caress yours firmly in a sultry kiss. The hand on your face trails to the
back of your head, gripping your hair as he nips your bottom lip.

Your mouth parts instinctively but you feel him hesitate,
unsure he should go on.

“Koga,” you whisper, encouragement, you hope, lacing your
tone.

The message gets through and he dives back in, this time
with no pause, tongue rolling against yours sending heat throughout your body.
You clutch at the back of his shirt, a slight moan escaping making your cheeks
erupt in flame.

He releases your lips, but keeps his forehead pressed to
yours, both of your breaths coming out in short, sharp pants.

When you finally open your eyes, it’s to find him staring
down at you, a placid smile on his face.

“Is it safe to say, you can see me now?” he asks and you
nod, pulling him down in a fierce hug.

“You’re all I want to see from now on,” you confess and he
tightens his grip.

Maybe now was the
perfect time after all.