Oh you’re so sweet, thank you so much for your message. As you can see, I’ll end up lurking around and still reblogging other’s work.
I’m glad my writing could bring you comfort. I hope to be able to return sooner than later but until then, please feel free to send me chat messages if you like. 🙂
I’m sure this is a trend you’re starting to see in the world of fanfic/reader inserts but I too must release myself from the self inflicted responsibility of fulfilling requests and take a break. I have no idea how long I will be gone.
Truthfully, even with hand picking the asks I wanted to do, I’ve had no motivation and little inspiration even for ideas that sparked my interest.
I’m tired, mostly because I’m doing a very extreme eating/dieting plan that saps my energy like no other, but I’m also emotionally tired.
I’m tired of working on things that I receive disproportionate response on for the number of people who follow this blog. If that sounds petty, I’m sorry, but as you’ve seen repeatedly on my blog and others, I am not alone in how I feel.
Reader / blogger interaction is basically dead. I know there is a host of reasons for it, and I’m not here to try to make you feel bad. But I’m not going to lie and say that isn’t a factor in why so many blogs are dying, deactivating or going silent.
Perhaps, at least with Haikyuu, it’s because more people are reading the manga and thus have either no need or want to continue reading imagines. Maybe the fandom is slowing down because the anime is taking so DAMN LONG to be released. Whatever it is, I’ve felt the effects of it and I just can’t keep pouring the very little reserved energy I have into this any more.
Also, I’m tired of trying to avoid spoilers. Usually, I don’t care, I’m the first one to read a summary of a movie or video game I’m curious about. But with Haikyuu, I REALLY don’t want to know what’s happened because I want to watch it happen. Overall, the blogs I follow are good about tagging their spoilers posts, but it’s just getting harder and harder to avoid it.
I’ve come to be friends with a handful of you and I’ll miss our interactions.
I’m not saying I will never come back, but I’m not setting myself a deadline either. That does mean, though, I’m cancelling a few things and I hope you can forgive me.
The aesthetic board follower celebration is cancelled. Through attempting to do that, I have discovered I’m terrible at them and they are not fun for me at all. So, I’m very sorry to have gotten you excited for that.
Also, I’m withdrawing my self-ship commission idea. I didn’t think about the fact my real name would have to be available to accept money (which I’m not comfortable with at the moment) and if I’m this down about writing, I don’t want to add more pressure to myself by taking someone’s money and then not delivering in a timely manner or at all. However, I will complete the ones for the winners of the give away, it’s just going to take me a hella long time so I hope you three don’t mind waiting. Again, apologies.
I will still be posting with @imagine-knb because I’m part of a team there, so there’s less pressure and for some reason those asks, while part of an almost completely dead fandom, are speaking to me better right now. I don’t get it either but that’s the way it is.
I’ll be deleting my Yowamushi Pedal blog. I’ve had very little interaction there and it’s just super disheartening. When I come back, maybe I’ll update the blog name to incorporate more animes, we’ll see when the time comes.
All of the above is spelling out, clearly, that I simply took on too much for myself. I haven’t even decided what I’m going to do about my Bleach blog. Yes, that’s right, I run three separate blogs on my own.
Also, I feel like my writing is not where I want it to be. I truly appreciate all of you who say you enjoy it or tell me it’s great and it’s not that I disbelieve you, it’s that the current content I’m creating feels flat and boring. I can’t get my words to flow like they did before and it’s frustrating as hell for me which, again, takes the fun out of writing. I feel like I’m repeating myself over and over and I just stare at the screen getting more and more anxious because the words won’t come. I used to sit and work on fanfic stories for hours, forgetting to eat sometimes because my imagination was so overflowing with ideas that just had to get out.
Maybe I dried up my own well.
I thought joining the Tumblr community would increase my creativity and for a while it did. But with a severe drop off in follower interaction, it’s becoming harder and harder to feel there’s any point.
I hope, whenever I come back, that you guys will still be here and enjoy what I put out. But for now, I have to do what’s best for my mental health and actively running this blog is no longer conducive to me being happy. It makes me so, so sad to admit that but it’s something I think I’ve been ignoring for too long.
Once again, I’m sorry to disappoint but I’m just done letting myself feel guilty over what started out as a hobby and a way to connect with other fans.
So, it’s ta-ta for now.
-Admin Jade
I forgot to mention I have notifications set up for DM, so if you want to reach me there, I’m still available through that. Or, if you want to send me a message but remain in anon, I will have the ask box open but ONLY for chat. Thanks!
I’m sure this is a trend you’re starting to see in the world of fanfic/reader inserts but I too must release myself from the self inflicted responsibility of fulfilling requests and take a break. I have no idea how long I will be gone.
Truthfully, even with hand picking the asks I wanted to do, I’ve had no motivation and little inspiration even for ideas that sparked my interest.
I’m tired, mostly because I’m doing a very extreme eating/dieting plan that saps my energy like no other, but I’m also emotionally tired.
I’m tired of working on things that I receive disproportionate response on for the number of people who follow this blog. If that sounds petty, I’m sorry, but as you’ve seen repeatedly on my blog and others, I am not alone in how I feel.
Reader / blogger interaction is basically dead. I know there is a host of reasons for it, and I’m not here to try to make you feel bad. But I’m not going to lie and say that isn’t a factor in why so many blogs are dying, deactivating or going silent.
Perhaps, at least with Haikyuu, it’s because more people are reading the manga and thus have either no need or want to continue reading imagines. Maybe the fandom is slowing down because the anime is taking so DAMN LONG to be released. Whatever it is, I’ve felt the effects of it and I just can’t keep pouring the very little reserved energy I have into this any more.
Also, I’m tired of trying to avoid spoilers. Usually, I don’t care, I’m the first one to read a summary of a movie or video game I’m curious about. But with Haikyuu, I REALLY don’t want to know what’s happened because I want to watch it happen. Overall, the blogs I follow are good about tagging their spoilers posts, but it’s just getting harder and harder to avoid it.
I’ve come to be friends with a handful of you and I’ll miss our interactions.
I’m not saying I will never come back, but I’m not setting myself a deadline either. That does mean, though, I’m cancelling a few things and I hope you can forgive me.
The aesthetic board follower celebration is cancelled. Through attempting to do that, I have discovered I’m terrible at them and they are not fun for me at all. So, I’m very sorry to have gotten you excited for that.
Also, I’m withdrawing my self-ship commission idea. I didn’t think about the fact my real name would have to be available to accept money (which I’m not comfortable with at the moment) and if I’m this down about writing, I don’t want to add more pressure to myself by taking someone’s money and then not delivering in a timely manner or at all. However, I will complete the ones for the winners of the give away, it’s just going to take me a hella long time so I hope you three don’t mind waiting. Again, apologies.
I will still be posting with @imagine-knb because I’m part of a team there, so there’s less pressure and for some reason those asks, while part of an almost completely dead fandom, are speaking to me better right now. I don’t get it either but that’s the way it is.
I’ll be deleting my Yowamushi Pedal blog. I’ve had very little interaction there and it’s just super disheartening. When I come back, maybe I’ll update the blog name to incorporate more animes, we’ll see when the time comes.
All of the above is spelling out, clearly, that I simply took on too much for myself. I haven’t even decided what I’m going to do about my Bleach blog. Yes, that’s right, I run three separate blogs on my own.
Also, I feel like my writing is not where I want it to be. I truly appreciate all of you who say you enjoy it or tell me it’s great and it’s not that I disbelieve you, it’s that the current content I’m creating feels flat and boring. I can’t get my words to flow like they did before and it’s frustrating as hell for me which, again, takes the fun out of writing. I feel like I’m repeating myself over and over and I just stare at the screen getting more and more anxious because the words won’t come. I used to sit and work on fanfic stories for hours, forgetting to eat sometimes because my imagination was so overflowing with ideas that just had to get out.
Maybe I dried up my own well.
I thought joining the Tumblr community would increase my creativity and for a while it did. But with a severe drop off in follower interaction, it’s becoming harder and harder to feel there’s any point.
I hope, whenever I come back, that you guys will still be here and enjoy what I put out. But for now, I have to do what’s best for my mental health and actively running this blog is no longer conducive to me being happy. It makes me so, so sad to admit that but it’s something I think I’ve been ignoring for too long.
Once again, I’m sorry to disappoint but I’m just done letting myself feel guilty over what started out as a hobby and a way to connect with other fans.
Awww! I love cuddles! I hope you enjoy these! -Admin Jade
Kuroko
Kuroko, as we know, has low stamina so if all you want to do is cuddle for the night, he’s down. Hell, if you want to take a weekend day and spend all of it snuggled in bed or on the couch, he’ll love it.
For bed cuddles, Kuroko enjoys being the big spoon, wrapping his arms securely around your waist, his face settled against your back.
If it’s cold enough, he’ll tuck both of you under a lush blanket.
If you’re ok with it, he’d love for Nigou to be able to join in, settled at the base of the bed nestled next to your feet.
On the couch, he loves having you snuggled between his legs, knees bent, your back to his chest as you watch TV or a movie.
He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder, breath ghosting over your neck on which he plants random little kisses.
If you feel like reading, he’ll tuck himself under your legs, rubbing gently as you read outloud.
Kise
For as high energy as he is, Kise does appreciate down time, especially when cuddles are involved!
For bed cuddles, his favorite position is lying on his back with your head on his chest. One arm will be wrapped around your back, holding you close, while his other hand trails through your hair as he plants forehead or crown kisses on you.
Trail your hand under this shirt to caress his skin and he’ll positively melt. Not all touches have to lead to sex and he appreciates the simplicity of just being together.
It’s the quietest you will ever see him.
For couch cuddles, Kise enjoy being seated upright with you sitting sideways on his lap, his arms around your waist while yours are around his neck.
This is actually one of his favorite ways to have conversations with you. It helps him maintain focus in a world that is constantly vying for his attention.
However, this position also enables him to kiss you more easily and has been known to lead to more…erotic escapades.
— hey haikyuu fans !!sorry to interrupt your regular browsing, but as a newly established smut scenario blog we’re in desperate need of some tender loving care. Our inbox is currently open, so feel free to send us a few requests and we’ll do our best to write you delicious haikyuu sins.
Our boostingevent is also underway – if you reblog this post and tag it with your favorite character, we’ll @you a short, filthy scenario with said character for your personal entertainment.
*Opens door, smiles sheepishly* Heh, not for regular requests. I was doing a fanfic trope of slow burn/enemies to lovers/fake date where people can send me three characters and I’ll tell you which of the above I’d do.
Also I love conversations about these animes so I keep the box open to get those. I will announce when the box is officially open but thank you for stopping by!
It had been more or less an accident when you bumped into Imayoshi, giving him a light jab to his side. Honestly, it had been the faintest of touches. Yet somehow he still seemed to react so wildly, flailing a bit as he tried to get away from you, his body bending at the side you had touched as if your fingers had become his kryptonite. At first, a look of shock and surprise overtook you as you tried to comprehend why he’d act so out of character because of a simple touch. Then the realization hit you.
Imayoshi was ticklish.
“Why are you looking at me like that, hmm?”
It wasn’t like Imayoshi didn’t know. He was trying his best to hide what you already knew, gritting his teeth together to keep his voice from wavering with nerves. It was a pretty big secret of his that the sides of his body were a weak spot for him, so knowing that his cover had been blown all because of an accidental touch was not going over well with him.
In a game of cat and mouse, you began to advance toward Imayoshi as he began to retreat from you. Every step you took was matched by him until he felt a wall against his back. With nowhere else to go, he tried glaring at you from behind his glasses.
“You know I’ll get revenge, right?”
Ignoring his question, you jerked a hand in his direction. It was almost comical the way he pressed his arms to his sides, trying to hide all the sensitive parts. Still, you were relentless in your endeavor and practically shoved your fingers into the space between his arms and his torso. The simple wriggling was enough to cause him to jerk and writhe, trying to get away from you.
“S-Stop!” He gasped, trying so hard not to laugh. “__-____!!”
It was hard for him to yell out your name behind the gasps he was pulling in, each torturous move of your fingers only bringing more of that tingling sensation in his sides. Tears had started to form in the corners of his eyes, but Imayoshi would first be damned before he let them fall! Slowly he began sinking to the floor in a last ditch effort to get away from your tickling; he’d crawl away if he had to. Unfortunately for him, you saw this coming. It took a simple crouch downward for you to follow him.
With his pleas for you to stop quickly melting into incoherent babble and laughter, you thought that now would be a good time to show mercy. Your fingers ceased their onslaught and Imayoshi was given the sweet relief of breath without struggle. You couldn’t help but notice how his glasses were askew on his face, practically falling off.
It was cute.
“I’m going to get back at you,” he said with a soft, tired voice.
“Not before I do this again,” you retaliated.
And suddenly your fingers were on his sides once more.
Neon did so good with this one! She’s so damn clever!
Holy crap this ask inspired me so much!! I don’t normally write a lot of Oikawa (I leave that to Admin Alyx) but he just spoke to me this time. Please enjoy! ~Admin Emma
Oikawa fussed with his sweater and jeans, smoothing them over his chest and adjusting them until they laid just right. He picked at imaginary lint and pills, played with his hair until he was satisfied, and shifted from one foot to the other. He was nervous. He didn’t want to screw up again. He knew in his heart that if his sweater was a little wrinkled or a hair was slightly out of place, it wouldn’t matter, but at the moment it was something he could control. He needed that control right now.
He was lucky you’d even agreed to meet him. Your break up was… messy was putting it lightly. He’d considered flowers, or sweets from that bakery you liked, or expensive gifts he couldn’t really afford in the off season… but he knew you. You’d see right through that. You always did see right through him. It’s what made you so understanding about his love of volleyball, about his fan club that he honestly couldn’t really control. It’s what made you trust him even if he was mildly flirtatious with other girls, even if you did get adorable and pouty afterwards (he always liked that), and it’s what made everything about you set him at ease. It’s what made you perfect for him.
But he fucked it up. His stupid anxiety and his stupid brain drove you away. You hated him now. But maybe… just maybe… he could fix it.
He finally stopped pacing and stepped into the bar where you’d agreed to meet. Honestly, he was so braced to not see you–to have been stood up–that it was a genuine shock to see you. You were dressed simply–the dark blue cardigan he loved, the jeans that hugged your curves… to anyone else, it was a cute, casual outfit, but to him… were you sending a message? And if so, what did it say?
He shook himself, plastering on that fake smile of his that he always wore. He knew you’d see right through it, but it made him feel more confident than he was. He tapped you on the shoulder, and thrilled a bit when your chilled expression softened when you saw him.
“____-chan,” he began.
You held up a hand to interrupt him; “Don’t call me that, Oikawa.”
He rubbed at a spot in the middle of his chest; after two years of teasing ‘Oikawa-kun’s and sultry ‘Tooru’s and loving and affectionate purrs of ‘darling’ and ‘my love,’ his surname stung.
“Apologies, ____.”
The bartender chose that moment to come over to take his drink order. He just ordered one of what you were having without looking at it. The bartender shrugged, pouring a glass of dark red wine that was sure to be very oaky and floral and earthy and dry and whatever other things red wine tended to be. Oikawa made a face–he wasn’t a fan of reds. But he was committed now. Besides, he wasn’t here to drink.
“Can we talk?” Oikawa asked with a pointed look at the bartender.
“We’re here, so talk,” you said in a clipped voice
“Please, ____. Please can we just…” He trailed off helplessly.
You sighed, taking your wine glass and standing from the stool; “Fine. Let me settle up and we’ll get a table.”
Oikawa stepped over you, sliding a fold of bills that was probably more than enough to cover the 1600 yen worth of wine plus a too-generous tip across the bar. He didn’t care. He just… he needed to talk to you. Now.
“Oikawa, that’s not necessary. I can pay for my own drinks.”
“I know,” he said. “And I know why you don’t want me to pay, ____, but don’t see it as a grand gesture or a piece of control or anything like that, alright? You agreed to meet me when you clearly didn’t want to. Let me at least buy you a drink.”
You shrugged, leading him to a secluded table. It wasn’t so secluded that exits were blocked off, but you were well out of earshot of the bartender and the other dozen or so patrons milling around. You waved off the waitress with a polite smile before folding your hands and fixing him with a withering stare.
“Alright, Oikawa. Talk. What do you have to say?”
He took a breath to make his case; he had a big, dramatic speech prepared about how sorry he was, how perfect you were together, how much he’d changed and seen the error of his ways and if you would just give him another chance… but it all felt so fake. He took a deep breath again, collecting himself. He couldn’t control the catch in his throat, or the way his expression crumpled into something ugly and miserable.
“I miss you,” he said, folding in on himself.
“Oikawa…” You shook your head, exasperated. “Tooru. You know why we broke up.”
“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled, more mad at himself than anything else. At least you’d called him by name… that was something, at least. “I know.”
“I told you there was nothing between Iwaizumi-san and I,” you continued. “I told you that you had no reason to be jealous. Iwaizumi-san told you that you had no reason to be jealous.”
“I know!” His hands balled into fists of frustration. “I know that.”
It had been stupid. Of course you and Iwa-chan spent time together. You’d been very quick to befriend his very best friend, which was another thing that had made you perfect. You’d both had an easy relationship with the each other. You’d cooked for Iwa-chan. You’d run errands with Iwa-chan. You’d had inside jokes with Iwa-chan.
And that was it, wasn’t it? It wasn’t that you got along with Iwa-chan–that was pretty much expected if you were to be in Oikawa’s life–but the fact that you got along so well. Oikawa would never admit it, but he’d felt inferior to Iwaizumi since middle school. Iwa-chan may have never had a fan club, or been overly popular with the ladies, but he’d never been dumped just for being himself around someone who was supposed to love him. He’d never felt the need to hide who he was. He’d had three steady relationships since Oikawa had known him, and if Oikawa knew Iwaizumi, he knew the only reason they hadn’t stuck was because Iwaizumi was too kind to keep a high school girl on the hook when he was going to college in Kyoto.
It was only a matter of time, right? It was only a matter of time before you’d realize that Iwaizumi was so much better than him for you–for anyone–and then he’d have to face the hell of losing you by degrees. He would lose you, because he wasn’t good enough for you. You were perfect, and he was this awful, ugly monster filled with rage and anxiety and hatred and–
“Tooru,” you said softly, running your fingertips along the back of his hand. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you still love me?”
You sighed deeply, which was never a good sign. He took a sip of his wine just for something to do with his hands… and pulled a face. Yeah, he definitely hated red wine.
Then you answered in a way he couldn’t have anticipated; “Of course I love you, you big idiot.”
“What?” He nearly dropped his glass, which would have been bad for a lot of reasons.
“Tooru, I will always love you,” you said emphatically. “I mean, sure, you’re kind of childish and petty and hyper competitive… you hide way too much of yourself behind this gaudy exterior that you’ve oh-so-carefully constructed and boy howdy do you have some serious demons that a professional should probably try and unpack–”
“Wow, what do you say about guys you hate?”
“But you’re also sweet. And passionate and caring and beautiful. You’re generous, and for people you love you are unfailingly kind. Who couldn’t love you?”
“Then… why can’t we make this work?” Oikawa asked. “Because I love you, too!”
“Tooru, you know why! I told you there was nothing between me and Iwaizumi-san, and you didn’t believe us. And you tried to control me, and when I wouldn’t put up with it you pushed me away. I couldn’t bare the hell of losing you by degrees, so I took mercy on myself and ended it,” you said quickly, like you were trying to get it out before he could interrupt. “I told you all of this when we broke up!”
“But–”
“No, Tooru,” you interjected, lowering your voice like you were aware that it had been steadily rising. “I love you, and I’ll always love you, but I am not your goddamn possession. I don’t want to deal with your grand gestures and your speeches. I’m not looking for shoujo manga, here. I thought we had something real.”
“I know,” he said, burying his face in his hair. “I know! You’re… you’re the first person I could ever see it being real with! You’re the first woman I could have seen being forever. And I broke it. I saw you and Iwa-chan and I wanted to possess you both so completely, I lost you both.”
“You’ll make up with Iwaizumi-san someday. Just give it time.”
“Look, I had a plan,” he continued like you hadn’t spoken. “I thought I could waltz in here and lavish you with praise and platitudes and apologies and you would take me back with open arms. I’m not trying to be self-deprecating or manipulative when I sincerely say I’m sorry for the way I acted. I was an idiot, and you deserved better!”
“Tooru–”
“No, please, let me finish,” he pleaded. “____, I love you. I love you so much, and every day without you is just this agonizing reminder that I need you. I wouldn’t blame you if you threw your wine in my face and told me to fuck off and get the hell out of your life forever, but… I miss you. And I want to try again, if you’ll let me. So please… please, ____. Please give me another chance.”
“How do I know it’ll be different?” you asked quietly. “That… that can’t happen again, Tooru.”
He took a deep breathe, averting his eyes; “I know. I was… I was terrible to you. I wish it was as easy as me just… blaming my anxiety and calling it a day. But that’s not fair to you. I’ll always be possessive of you, because you’re so important to me, but… but I understand I have to let you be your own person. I can’t prove that I’ll be magically better… but I can try. I can be better.”
It was the longest, most deafening silence he’d ever experienced. He hated it. He stiffened in his seat, waiting for you to slap him, or tell him to get lost. Instead, you sighed deeply, and he heard the scrape of your chair against the floor. You were leaving… of course you were leaving. Why wouldn’t you leave.
“Tooru,” you said softly, your hand brushing against his neck. You pressed your knuckle into the soft spot just below his ear, sending a delicate shiver down his spine.
He turned his widened eyes on you, and your sly smile sprung him into action. He followed you onto the street to hail a taxi, and while you waited, he pressed into your back. He took a deep breath, taking in your scent. He knew the look in your eyes when you’d passed him. He knew it meant you hadn’t forgiven him yet… but you were inviting him home. It wasn’t a large opening, but it was an opening nonetheless.
Oh my goodness, thank you!! This really encourages me because I’ve felt bad for not getting more stuff done but I’m catching up at work while in the beginning stages of my new eating plan and I’ve just been really tired! So thank you so much for your sweet words!
Happy New Year anon! I hope I quench your thirst with this one. Once again, with no gender specifics I defaulted to female because of the nature of the ask. I hope you enjoy! Also, when writing NSFW scenarios I am aging the guys up to over 18. It’s just more comfortable that way and since they all look like they’re in college anyway, I think it works just fine. -Admin Jade
Murasakibara
“Mmmmmm, _____-chin, how do you always taste so sweet?” Murasakibara asks. Her reply is swallowed up in a long moan, fingers lacing through his hair sending tingles of pleasure shooting down his spine. It isn’t often he gets enthusiastic during sex but when he wants something, he wants it and right now he wants to make her scream.
Seems all that ice cream licking is paying off since he’s sure he could do this for hours if she’d let him. Leaning up to take in breath, his eyes roam over her, spread out on the kitchen table, her skirt bunched around her waist and hands gripping the edge above her head as if her life depends on it. She cracks open one eye, chest heaving, hair matted to her neck. He’s been working her for a good fifteen minutes already.
“Atsushi, please.”
He hums ascent, going back to work, not that he would really call it that. His mouth opens, tongue pushing deep. After a few seconds, he switches to quick flicks against her clit making her wail.
That’s more like it.
Maybe he’ll go for a record, half an hour, maybe more. After all, he’s a master of using his mouth, and he loves that she’s his slave.
Midorima
Dr. Shintaro Midorima, a title he’s worked his ass off to obtain. A title he’s acquired through tireless effort and discipline, though to see him now one would second guess the last. Because he couldn’t take the teasing, the testing, the pushing to his absolute limit when it’s been so long since they’ve been together.
She gasps, covering her mouth to stifle the loud moan that wants to escape when he pushes forward, lips roughly sucking her clit.
Midorima looks up from his position on the floor, hands wrapped around her backside kneading the mounds of flesh like dough.
“You just had to push it, just had to wear that shirt,” he growls, shifting position for a better angle.
“Shin…I…oh!”
Her protests are cut off by two long fingers inserting themselves into her wet heat, head falling back with a heavy thunk against the door as he seals his lips back over her and prods that little bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while pumping her mercilessly. Is he trying to get them caught? Or does he just not give a fuck? Well, he technically, he is giving a fuck, but that’s neither here nor there.
“I knew marrying you would be the death of me,” he complains.
She chuckles through her pants. “But you love me anyway.”
He hums something akin to agreement, the vibration almost making her knees give out while his back is beginning to feel the effects of doing this in a tight space not meant for activities such as these. And as much as wants to take her home and ravish her properly, he can’t, not right now. So he enjoys the taste of her, the feel of her squeezing his fingers, the sound of her muffled moans of his name and considers it’s only six more hours until his shift is done. Then she’s really going to get it.
Kiyoshi
Having her in his arms after so long fills Kiyoshi’s heart to overflowing. While he doesn’t regret his decision to come to America and get the treatment he needs, he can’t say it hasn’t been fairly miserable having an entire ocean separating them. Sure, they’ve texted and Skyped, even wrote some actual letters with paper and pen to appease the old souled romantic in him, but the feeling of her breath on his neck, their chests pressed so firmly together he swears he can feel her heartbeat and the taste of her lips on his has Kiyoshi floating on cloud nine.
It isn’t long before eager fingers seek buttons to pop loose, hands tug on cotton to relieve overheating flesh and mouths move from one another’s to taste skin.
He moans as her lips trail wet hot kisses down his throat, forgetting how he even ended up on his back.
But he’s far too eager to let her have her way tonight.
Reaching down, his large hands cup her ass, easily drawing her up his body to straddle his head. She’s already soaked but he intends to make her even wetter. He pulls, gently but firmly to bring her sex closer to his mouth. Opening up wide, he takes a long, slow lick, hearing the catch of her breath, feeling the tremble of her muscles to hold position.
“Relax, babe, I got you,” he assures.
Minutely the tension lessens and he takes advantage to pull her flush against his face, her juices slicking his chin. He moans into her, lapping at her, sucking her lips, all while his hands massage her ass. They’re big enough that his thumbs wrap down to widen her, giving him even more access to between her petals.
“Te..Teppei..”
“Damn I’ve missed being between your thighs,” he praises. He inhales her scent, strong and musky but all her and all his for the enjoying. His lips purse, sucking the tiny bundle of hypersensitive nerves right above her entrance and she moans his name in a tone so full of wanton desire he swears she can make him come without touching him if she keeps that up. This was definitely not what he’d intended within the first ten minutes of her being here, but he doesn’t want her anywhere else.
Kasamatu
“Get a grip, you can do this,” he thinks, tongue peeking out to wet dry lips.
“Yukio, don’t tease,” she whines.
His eyes flick to her face, her own staring at him with utter need. Kasamatsu swallows the lump in his throat. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to do this, but trying anything for the first time is nerve wracking. Not to mention this is the most exposed he’s ever seen her, spread open revealing every last inch of her beautiful body. He leans down, settling himself between her legs, calloused hands running up and down the length of her thighs, enjoying the feel of warm skin. His eyes land on a scar not previously known to him to exist and he makes a mental note to ask about it later. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Kasamatsu inhales through his nose, the scent of her washing over him. It’s almost…briney, reminding him a bit of the sea salt air at the beach.
“I…I don’t know what to do,” he confesses, cheeks blaring red.
She smiles softly, a light huff of air coming out as she explains, “Just…think of how you kiss my mouth and start with that. If you don’t like it, we can stop, I promise I won’t be mad.”
He nods, returning his gaze back to her opened center. She’s a lot…prettier here than he’d imagined. It isn’t that he hasn’t seen one before, but that was always on a screen and while trying to not hyperventilate. In fact, he doesn’t know how he hasn’t fainted already.
Leaning down, he presses a delicate kiss to one side, the evidence of his enthusiastic touching slicking itself against his lips. Unthinkingly, he licks them again, pleased to find her taste is mild but distinct.
Throwing caution and nerves to the wind, Kasamatsu moves forward once more, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out as he does when he wants to kiss her breathless, only he’s the one who loses his when he hears the moan she lets loose at even just this tiny bit of stimulation.
His trepidation falls away to a raging desire to pull even more of those lovely sounds from her lips and he dives in, pressing his entire face against her, nose bumping against her clit making her hips jerk.
Moving on instinct, his palms land on her inner thighs, holding her open to his exploration.
“Fu…fuck, Yukio.”
He groans, pushing further in, rolling his tongue all over her. How could he ever have thought he wouldn’t like this?
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