Your allow yourself to be guided, the center of your slick heat hovering over Kiyoshi’s waiting mouth. He licks his lips, inhales your scent as he noses against you making you squirm.
He wants to tease you, it’s so much fun, but you were so good to him, giving him what he needed when he needed it and it’d be cruel to not return the favor.
He slides down a bit, getting a better angle then tilting his head upward, opens his mouth and takes a long slow lick.
“Teppei,” you moan, falling forward to grip the arm of the couch.
He grins, sticks out his tongue and wiggles the tip against your clit, earning a sharp gasp. He palms your ass, pulling you flush against his face, burying his tongue into you.
“Fu…fuck Tep, god…. oh goooddd.. just like that! Yes!”
Your praise, wrung out in gasps and moans, has his dick firming up in little time at all. He can’t wait to bend you over that arm, smack your ass while he pounds into you.
His pace increases as this new vision grows clearer and he doubles his effort to get you off, not just so you have release, but so he can too…preferably into you.
Aomine leans his head against the back of the couch, slouched down and brooding. That had been one hell of a fight. He can’t remember a time before now where it had been so bad. Both of you shouting, yelling terrible, hurtful things you didn’t mean; at least he didn’t, he wasn’t so sure about you.
He shakes his head. No, there was no way you meant any of that, or maybe just some of it, but not the deep shit. You’re just… angry. So, so angry.
And he doesn’t want you angry, not like this.
He sighs, carding a hand through his hair. How can he fixed this? Is it even fixable?
The sound of water hit his consciousness; you’re taking a shower. Immediately images of you fill his mind; wet and slick, soft and warm. He groans low in the back of his throat, a mixed sound of frustration and arousal because of course he’d get hard now when there was literally no chance whatsoever of you doing anything about it.
But that idea leads to another and he sits up, semi-hard but contemplating… yes… maybe… maybe that could work…
He stands, makes his way to the bedroom and hurriedly shoves all the dirty clothes on the floor into an already overfilled hamper which gets stuffed into the closet whose door he slides shut.
He straightens then smooths the bed sheets, pulls out half burned candles and lights them. No music, that’s too much, but maybe-
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Your voice has him spinning round on his heel. There you are, wrapped in a towel, your hair soaked, one hand on your hip. You’re still angry, but there’s a spark of curiosity in your eyes and that’s something he can work with.
“Lay down,” he says pointing to the bed.
You shake your head, make way to the closet. “Thanks but no, I still can’t stand to look at you. I’m gonna stay with Satsuki tonight.”
Aomine is there in a flash, holding shut the door keeping back the avalanche of crap he knows will rain down if you open it.
“What the fuck Dai-” you snap but he cuts you off with a kiss, his strong arm wrapping around your shoulders.
You push back, losing the towel in the process, the heat of your bare chest pressing against his own. “Get off me, Aho! I don’t want-”
He grabs your chin between his fingers, hard enough to stop you but not to bruise. “I’m sorry,” he grunts.
“Idiot, I know you’re not really, you still don’t even know why I’m so pissed at you!”
His hands clasp your shoulders, thumbs rubbing over the skin. You stare at each other for what feels like forever and then he kneels to the ground.
“Daiki, what are you doing?” you ask, voice quieter.
His hands slide up the backs of your legs to your ass which he grabs palms full of. Before you can chastise him he looks up and says, “I’m not good with words.” He leans forward, licks your slit from base to the tip of your clit making you moan despite yourself. “So I’ll use my mouth in another way to make it up to you.”
Still you push against his shoulder and he complies, pulling back to look up at you once more. “This isn’t how you settle an argument and I’m not giving you anything in return.”
Aomine grits his teeth, swallows vitriol. “This isn’t to settle or win. Plus, you don’t have to do anything for me.”
See how sorry I am?
Your eyes meet again. He seems sincere, really willing to set aside not only his pride– partially at least– but his own pleasure.
Finally, you nod. “You better do a thorough job,” you say, walking past him to lie on the bed.
He smirks, moving between your spread legs. “When have I ever not?”
“I never thought a public auction could be so fun,” you giggled, eyeing the prizes.
“Isn’t it a little… sexist?” Hitoka asked timidly, sipping her champagne, her cheeks tinted pink and steadily rising in color.
“My, my, never would have pegged our little Yacchan as pervy. It’s not that kind of auction sweetie.”
The pink flushed to scarlet and her ability to speak became nonexistent.
Shimizu sighed, “She’s just teasing, Hitoka-chan.”
You chuckled, patting the little blonde on the head then turned your attention to your bid sheet, eyes flicking up and down as you searched out number tags to go with the small bios written on the page.
#1: Sawamura Daichi, police officer. Officer Sawamura has been on the force for four years. A steadfast law enforcer, he has multiple arrests to his credit and is training with the K-9 unit along side his pitbull, Tanaka. Funds raised on his behalf will be donated to the K-9 unit’s retirement program, launched to allow officers and their retired dogs not to be parted at the end of their term.
“Ooooo, Yui-chan, he looks right up your alley,” you said, pointing out the dashing policeman across the room. “Damn he looks good in that uniform, doesn’t he?”
“Hey, now who’s the perve?” she asked.
“I never said I wasn’t one. And look who’s talking, miss “hasn’t taken her eyes off that broad back since I pointed him out”?”
“That is a rather long name,” Shimizu mused.
You all giggled.
“Hmmmm, let’s see, who’s next,” you murmured.
#3: Semi Eita, firefighter. Semi Eita, alongside being a very astute and admired firefighter, is considered among his peers an arson specialist, working closely with law enforcement on suspicious fires. Funds raised on his behalf will be donated to the youth center located near his firehouse where he and his fellow firemen invest time building up the kids through sports and educational assistance programs.
You looked back up, catching sight of him immediately. It was a little disappointing that he wasn’t wearing turnouts but you supposed it wouldn’t have been appropriate given the semi-black tie affair attire.
Oh well, you could always imagine it.
“Oh! Let’s make this night a bit more fun, since the likelihood of our affording these hunks of beef are slim to none,” Saeko said, a bit louder than she should but she was buzzed and there would be no stopping her.
Hitoka and Yui looked ready to bolt but you and Shimizu kept hold of them. “What do you have in mind?” you asked.
Saeko grinned, pulling out her phone. “It’s this new app I found, called DARE. You press this button and it spits out a list of dares varying in point value. The higher the risk the higher the points. And it deducts points if you don’t do anything from the list.”
“Sounds fun, I’m in,” you said.
Saeko entered all your names and handed the phone to you. “Bravest goes first!”
You pressed the button and a list of three dares popped up.
Take an embarrassing selfie and post it as your profile picture
Ask a stranger to style your hair and keep it that way for the rest of the day
Use a lame/embarrassing/suggestive pick up line on your crush
With a wry grin, you said, “I’ll do number three,” and handed the phone to Saeko.
You touched up your makeup and hair, then throwing a wink to the girls, made your way to a small cluster of men, in which contained the object of your affection– for the evening at least.
“Excuse me,” you said and they all stopped talking to look at you. You kept your eyes solely fixed on the ash blonde firefighter. “I just wanted to let you know, that I’d slide down your pole anytime.”
There was a pause then Semi Eita tilted his head and said, “That’s an urban myth, you know. Building codes don’t allow for holes in the floor since someone could fall through or let go of the pole, falling and injuring themselves.”
You blinked up at him, then burst out laughing. Reaching up, you tapped the lapel of his suit. “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” you said, then turned and sashayed away.
From behind you heard someone, the redhead you supposed, cackling. “SemiSemi you moron, you couldn’t get a better opening line than that! Go after her, you doof!”
“Shut up Tendou!”
BONUS:
It was a few weeks later when you found yourself pressed to a wall, Semi’s mouth on your neck. You sighed, carding your fingers through his hair and gasping as his hand pushed past the waistline of your shorts.
“I seem to remember being called to put out a fire, but you’re wet enough to do it yourself,” he mumbled against your flesh, his fingers diving into your heat.
Your head fell back, breath coming a bit faster as you stared at each other through half lidded eyes. “Then burn me, Eita,” you whispered.
He withdrew, whipping off his shirt before stooping to fling you over his shoulder into the classic fireman’s carry and headed to your bedroom.
@ourneverendingpossibilities Two birds in one stone! I’m not sure if this kind of story suits him, but I was so inspired… Enjoy!
Reader’s gender is supposed to be unspecified, but let me know if I slipped. Also very little dialogue? I hope it’s not boring.
Also contains adult-ish themes, but none too NSFW. Semi-NSFW, maybe.
This piece is long! Placed a Keep Reading so as to not flood your screen.
One: a business arrangement is not love.
The wedding reception was fast. The two of you showed convincing displays of affection, sharing a few kisses on the lips and holding hands when necessary. To the naked eye of the public, you and Kasamatsu Yukio looked just like two people in love. To a select few, however, the wedding was merely an act.
“That was kind of exhausting,” you sigh, tipping the champagne glass to allow you to chug all of it in. Kasamatsu doesn’t bat an eyelash, helping himself to the liquor.
“Yeah.”
Although the two of you are not in love, you are not enemies either. Dressed in matching robes (complimentary, from the hotel staff in celebration of your tying the knot), you and your husband across one another on the balcony overlooking a spectacular view of the city. Not exactly the way you imagined your wedding night to go—drinking with your spouse until the edge of sobriety, that is—and to be fair, probably not how he imagined it to go as well.
You’re doing this for duty. He’s doing this for the same reason, but mainly for his father. That much you know.
You decide to cut the silence first.
“Now that we’re stuck together,” you say, the sound mixed with your sigh of fatigue, “might as well make the most of it.” The proclamation catches your now-husband’s attention, because those metal blue eyes look at yours almost glaringly. You smile, averting your gaze from his in favor of the view.
“What I’m saying is that we could at least be friends. Think of me as your roommate.” You continue, and the nostalgic visions in your head of university days cause you to break out into a grin and a small laugh. Perhaps it’s your mind’s own way to protect itself from the truth that you just got into a business marriage.
He scoffs, presumably amused at your antics. Your optimism is infectious. Kasamatsu suddenly doesn’t really mind the arrangement, not when his assigned partner is trying to exploit the most fun out of it.
He proposes a toast to the roommate agreement, and the two of you continue to drink the night away.
Hi Jade!!! thank you so so so so much for the request and all the support always!! I made head canons for when it is Hinata’s bday, hope that is okay!!
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Hinata is overall the most happy-go-lucky person in his team aside from Noya. So, when his birthday is finally getting closer, you’ll know.
He jumps around letting everyone know his birthday is around the corner, excited to be a year older.
He’s the type of person to make all kind of plans and try to get everyone together to celebrate. He gets overboard with all the planning ending up with impossible plans to accomplish like going to a theme park and the having a party, so someone necessarily has to come up to him and let him know how unlikely is to do so many things in one day.
Given this, one day isn’t enough for him. He has plans for the whole weekend, so if you are someone close to him, you better not make other plans because he will need you for the whole weekend.
Since he is so full of energy, he likes plans that can involve all of his friend and involve a lot of movement, just like the theme park or any type of expedition. He likes to go back to bed exhausted but with a smile on his face.
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Thanks for the request!
Sweet sunshine boy! Thanks for these, they are so cute!
“The doctor said I could start practicing within two weeks,” Kiyoshi’s smile was the brightest Riko had seen it in awhile.
She missed that smile. She missed the taste of Kiyoshi’s lips. Riko hid under her crossed arms to conceal her pinking cheeks.
“I’m sorry, I must be boring you, huh Riko?”
“Huh? Ah, no!” Riko shook her head. She propped her body onto her elbows and her chin in palm. Kiyoshi missed that pout. “Don’t push yourself too much. You promised to come back stronger.”
The corners of his lips curved a bit. Riko didn’t miss a thing when it came to Kiyoshi.
“Hm? What is it?” Kiyoshi’s look softened. “Why the long face?”
“You truly are scary, Riko,” Kiyoshi’s laugh thundered through the webcam.
“Idiot,” Riko grumbled. She tilted her head with a smile while she waited for her answer.
“It’s lonely here without you,” Kiyoshi confessed with his eyes away from the webcams, scratching at the side of his pink cheeks. “That’s really all. I just miss you.”
How is Kiyoshi always full of surprises?
“Ah, could you be lonely too?” Kiyoshi teased a little too loud.
“Huh?!” Riko blurted out.
She tried to look away from her camera view. Riko already knew what a mess she must look like. Kiyoshi was the only one to ever make her lose her mind. She never liked the look on her.
It was killing her eyes to not look into her camera’s view. Riko looked away with pouting lips.
“Of course I’ve been lonely without you,” Riko was able to have a small laugh to finally see Kiyoshi at a loss for words. “Idiot.”
So, I know I haven’t been super active here and for that I do apologize.
I could go into some of the reasons why but mostly, writing comes and goes, my energy level goes up and down and I’m focusing more on what makes me happy than what I feel obligated to do (hopefully that makes sense and doesn’t sound too bratty).
That being said, I finally posted the first (super small) fic of a series I’ve been wanting to start on AO3 for Yachi.
I am a serial shipper for her and this is where I will put my fun pieces as inspiration, time and energy hit me.
Some will be short, some will be long, some may have multiple chapters, but they’re all being stored in:
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