No need for apologies, I love receiving asks. And THANK YOU for requesting this sweet dork. I just love him!
Kazunari Takao #9: ripping the other away – “no we
shouldn’t” – but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close
“When are you going to stop denying yourself and admit you
want me?” Takao’s question pulls an incredulous laugh from your lips and a
shake of your head.
“Sure, Takao, like that’s a good idea,” you quip over your shoulder.
You aren’t looking at him, focused on folding towels in the store room.
For the entirety of your joint training camp, you and Shutoku’s
first year point guard have been flirting back and forth, much to the annoyance
of both your teams considering you’re Seirin’s manager. It doesn’t matter that
he gets along with everyone, friend or rival, your boys aren’t too keen on your
attention being elsewhere. Sure, it’s a bit selfish of them, but winners sometimes
have to be.
You’re jarred out of your thoughts when hands unexpectedly
grasp your waist, Takao’s breath hot on the back of your neck. “I was being
serious,” he says, adding on, “for once,” before ever so gently pressing a kiss
to your cheek. Turning in his arms, your eyes meet his and you can see he’s not
kidding.
Takao could say he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but
that would be lie. You’ve gotten into him, under his skin, constantly in his
thoughts, invading his dreams. He’s never met someone so like himself but different.
You’re fun but able to be serious, focused but not obsessed and kind, oh so
very kind, to everyone; even Midorima.
He can see the hesitation in your eyes, but also the want.
Leaning forward more, his lips just about to graze yours he whispers, “I don’t
need to use my hawk eye to see you want this as much as I do.” He finishes by
kissing you.
For a moment, you stiffen, unsure what to do. He’s right;
you like him a lot more than you probably should for only having met him at
camp. But when he starts to deepen the kiss you pull away, breathing out, “Takao,
no, we…we shouldn’t,” however your protest turns into a deep moan as your mouth
is sealed by his once more, tongue darting in to caress yours.
Your hands gripping the front of his jersey tug him forward
and he has to suppress the urge to grin as you draw him closer. He wraps your
arms around his neck before encasing you in a strong embrace, hands rubbing up
and down your back. A slight moan comes from him when your nails gently scrap
his scalp.
Releasing you to draw breath, Takao looks down into your
flushed face, lips slightly swollen from the intensity of his kiss. Hand on your
cheek, his thumb rubs back and forth across your skin, eyes soft and smile
gentle. “Let me take you out when we get home,” he says and you nod.
This made me snort laugh when I read the request, so funny! Thank you for sending it in and I hope you like it!
Ushiwaka: The only indication he’s even affected is the
slight rising of his eyebrows followed by a blunt, “Was that on
purpose?” She ends up blushing more than him while shaking her head.
Bokuto: “Hey, hey, hey! What’re you doing?!” When
she offers flustered apologies, and lets him know it was a mistake, Bokuto
hopes his knee jerk reaction won’t deter her from doing that on purpose someday.
Kise: “________-cchi, are you trying to tell me
something?” he teases making her flush bright red and shake her head. He
pouts a bit, disappointed the contact wasn’t intentional but forgoes further
teasing; he wants her to do it again.
Kasamatsu: Can’t even speak he’s so shocked and flustered so
instead he grabs her wrist and stares at her with wide eyes. Once she explains
it was an accident, his heart rate decreases but only slightly. Intentional or
not, he’ll be thinking about that touch for weeks.
Ryouta Kise – Prompt #5 – “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
A violent sneeze erupts from your mouth in the handkerchief
clutched in your fingers. Wiping your nose, you sniff, asking the eternal
question of how so much junk can come out of it and yet you still can’t
breathe.
Groaning, you fall back down onto your bed, arm covering your
eyes. You hate being sick. Not that anyone really enjoys it you suppose but you
hate it more than most. A tickle in your throat sends you on a coughing spree,
body turning to the side as you fist your hand to your mouth.
You squint when a beam of light from the hallway falls over your
face, pulling the covers up to block it out.
“________-cchi?” Kise’s voice is soft, his overt
cheerfulness momentarily absent in his concern for you.
You grunt from under the covers, rolling to face away from him;
the last thing you need is for the gorgeous ace to see you like this. Traveling
with the team has been fun up until this point. Why had you not made sure to
wear a mask on the plane?
A dip in the bed lets you know he’s taken residence next to you
but you’re surprised at the gentle touch on your shoulder. Increasing the
pressure, Kise rolls you on your back, frowning at the misery he can see in
your eyes.
He stands abruptly, leaving the room and you’re confused; are you
that horrid looking? Probably. But before you can delve further into self-deprecation
he returns, a bottle and spoon in his hand.
Without a word, he comes to your bedside and tilts you up,
fluffing pillows behind your back. Once you’re settled he grabs what you suppose
is cold medicine, filling the spoon with it.
“Open up,” he orders gently.
“Kise,” you say, voice raw from coughing, “I can
do it.” You reach a hand for the spoon but he pulls it away.
You’re just about to argue when he says, “You always take
care of us, me especially. So, I’m going
to take care of you, okay?”
Even though he phrases it in the form of a question you know
there’s nothing you can say to deter him so with a relenting sigh, you drop
your hand and your jaw.
Your face wrinkles at the taste but ten minutes later you are
feeling slightly better, enough that you lay back down and are finally able to
get to sleep.
As he tucks you in more securely, Kise leans down to kiss the
top of your head, whispering into your hair, “I want to always take care
of you, ______-cchi.” He’ll confess to you when you’re feeling better.
Daiki Aomine – Kiss #42 – kisses where one person is sitting in the
other’s lap
A slight flutter of fear courses through you chest, drawing a sharp intake a breath through your nose. Daiki feels your body tense up and releases your lips.
Half covering you as you lay on his bed, he looks at your face, a mixture of concern and, he’ll admit, irritation in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
You look away, embarrassed but his hand touching your cheek brings your eyes back to his. “I can’t fix it if you don’t talk,” he says.
Sighing you reply, “I…I’m just really nervous. I mean, I know we’ve been together for a good while but…I’m just not comfortable with this yet.”
“Me kissing you or kissing you in my bed?”
You gulp. “A little of both but mostly the in bed part, I’m just…not ready for…that yet.”
Daiki sits up fully, releasing you to do the same. As you both sit in silence, you hang your head. How could you ever manage to keep someone like him? He’s so sexy and viseral and…
“Are you done with the self shit talking?” he asks.
Startled, you look at him.
He pokes your forehead, saying, “I know what goes on in there better than you think I do.”
Standing up he holds out his hand which you take and he pulls you out of his room. Settling on the couch, pats his legs. Slowly you settle on him, legs dangling down from his knees.
“Can we try this?” he asks, hand trailing through your hair making you shiver.
When you nod, he pulls you forward, lips gently caressing against yours.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he mumbles and you comply. The shift in position draws your bodies closer together and allows him to wrap his other arm around your waist, hand rubbing your lower back.
His lips are warm and just slightly eager making your heart race. You can feel sweat pooling at the back of your neck and at your temples but are too distracted by the hum of pleasure he lets out to care.
When his tongue tentatively touches your bottom lip, you open up slightly, letting him taste you and you him.
As oxygen becomes an issue, you pull away, taking in a deep breath.
“So, not that scary right?” he asks cocking an eyebrow.
Shaking your head, you lean forward, taking the initiative and Daiki by surprise. He smirks against your lips, glad to find out you’re a fast learner.
Thank you dear! I’ve actually never done roleplaying so I’m pretty sure I’d be bad at it, lol. As much as I want to celebrate, I have some scenarios just itching to be written, but I’m going to try to think of something really fun for when/if I hit 500. 400 snuck up on me! LOL
For sure you can combine! Sorry this took me a
while and that’s it’s kind of short but I hope you like it!
Taiga Kagami – Kisses #15 and #16 – #15: licks their
lips and says “please” & #16: following the kiss with a series of kisses up
to suckle an earlobe
When you hear the latch unlock, your heart rate
increases; he’s finally home! You’d wanted to be waiting for him at the airport
but work kept you too late so the next best option was surprising him at home.
The door opens revealing a tired looking Kagami, but
when his eyes land on you his whole face lights up.
Rushing forward, your arms swing around his neck,
your height making it possible to reach his cheek easily which you pepper with
kisses as you express your joy that he’s back.
Eager hands grip your waist, his own lips kissing
the side of your neck from where he’s buried his face. When he suckles your earlobe,
you draw in a sharp breath, longing erupting from your heart; you’ve missed him
so much.
Pulling back to look into his red eyes you lick your
lips, a “Please” falling out before he’s kissing you breathless.
Despite being close to the same height, Kagami easily picks you up, kicking the
door shut before marching to his bedroom never breaking the kiss.
You land heavily on your back, air rushing out of
your lungs while he ravishes any flesh he can get his lips on.
“Taiga,” you breathe, hands carding
through his hair making him moan.
Just as things are heating up a voice from the
doorway startles you. “What a welcome home!”
“Alex, get the hell out of here!”
“But why?” the blonde whines, “the
show’s just getting started!”
With cheeks blazing redder than his hair Taiga gets
off you, slamming the door and muttering, “Damn pervert.” Looking down at you, your
lips plump from his kisses and cheeks flushed he grins. “Now, where were
we?”
I hope you enjoy this! It’s a bit of a troupe, I know but I was struggling with a good scenario so I hope you like it! Also, thank you for the well wishes of a nice day, I hope yours is and was good. 😀
Tooru Oikawa – Kissing Prompt #12 – Accidently being forced
inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before
they kiss someone pulls them back apart.
“Oh, _____-chan, yoohooo!” Oikawa calls your name. You
pretend not to hear him, intent on having a good time without interference from
him. What is he even doing here? He
hates these types of parties which is the only reason you agreed to come in the
first place; you were sure he’d never show up. How he can act so nonchalant
grates on your nerves.
The setter can see you’ve heard him, the wince of your
shoulders a dead giveaway which sends a tremor of sadness to his own heart. Apparently,
you’re serious about the whole “not talking to him ever again” thing. He
understands, mostly, but he’s determined to try again, determined to show you
he can be better.
Reaching you, he touches your shoulder. Turning you fix him
with an annoyed look. “What Oikawa?” you ask unkindly.
Keeping a faux smile on his face he asks gently, “Can I talk
to you for a minute?” When you don’t move away from your group he adds,
“Alone?”
“And if I say no?” you ask sipping your drink.
“Then I’ll just hang around you all night until you give
in,” he half jokes shrugging his shoulders.
You glare at him; he’s stubborn enough to do it too. You’re
sure if you really wanted to, you could get rid of him, but he’ll just try
again another time so it’s best to nip this in the bud now. Casting a look at
your friends, you huff dramatically and go up the stairs, Tooru
following in your wake.
Once you’re out of the main room, the noise dies down
considerably, once loud voices becoming a dull murmur mixed with the thumping
beat of whatever dance craze music is playing. Rounding another corner, you
stop next to a window, looking out of it.
Oikawa observes you, taking in your body language, the
expression on your face (at least what he can see of it) letting him know you
are in no way going to make this easy. Taking a deep breath, he says,
“______-chan, I never meant to hurt you. You should know me better than that.”
Unable to keep yourself from speaking, you whip around, eyes
blazing. “And you should know better than to continuously flirt with everything
that has an XX chromosome when you have, or rather had, a girlfriend! I mean, come on, Tooru!”
Seized with his own irritation, Oikawa loses his polite
façade, eyes narrowing and a slight scowl erupting over his face. “Well it
would have helped if you’d let me know how you were feeling instead of bottling
everything up and then just erupting one day in the middle of the quad! Do you
know how embarrassed I was? How much crap I took for that?”
“No less than you deserve,” you say heatedly, “and don’t act
like you didn’t know! How could you not see what that was doing to me?”
“Because I’m not a mind reader!” he shouts. “I can’t be
expected to pick up on every little nuance you throw out! If you were upset, you
should have told me!”
“I never should have been put into the position to need to tell you Tooru!”
Fed up with his arrogance and the loop de loop this
conversation is headed towards, you move to go around him but a misstep on the
carpet has you cannoning into him instead, the impact jolting both you from
your equilibrium. Reacting quickly, Tooru wraps his arm
around your waist, rotating on the ball of his foot to spin you back around. He
hits the wall harder than he meant to but it’s better him than you; plus,
counteracting gravity is no easy feat.
Pressed together, both of you look into each other’s eyes,
breaths mingling in panting exhales. Tooru’s eyes flick to
your lips, remaining there. You smell like cinnamon and he wants nothing more
than to kiss you senseless. You’re watching his lips too, unclear how you went
from raging mad to on the cusp of kissing your ex-boyfriend.
Tooru’s heart is racing. Maybe if he just
kisses you, he could remind you through actions how much he cares about you
since words obviously aren’t working.
He leans forward, lips about to brush against yours, when you’re
wrenched backwards out of his arms.
He looks up and sees your best friend glaring daggers at
him, her hand firmly clutching the back of your jacket. “I knew it was a bad
idea to let you go off alone together,” she says with irritation. Pulling you
along she continues, “Come on, we’re leaving. The company here is nauseating.”
Behind you, a frustrated sound between a whine and a groan
leaves Tooru’s lips; lips that still ache to taste yours. Because
for as much as you drive him crazy, you drive him wild too and he wants you
back. With a determined look, he rights himself. This isn’t over yet.
@volleygifs you inspired me to show off my Haikyuu swag. Made this through Vista Print because I couldn’t find a design I liked so I grabbed this image online and had it made. LOOK HOW BAD ASS MY (OUR) BOYS ARE!!! Ahem…pardon my shouting but I get really excited when it comes to this show.
You’re welcome! I’m so glad you liked them, I always get a bit nervous when I do head canons because on the one hand they’re supposed to be made up but on the other I want them to feel true to the character, you know? So thank you so much for letting me know you enjoyed them! I look forward to your next request(s) as well!
Hi luv! I’m so glad you enjoyed the Hanamiya scenario and that
it helped you feel better during such a stressful time. Hope you did well on
those finals! So, so sorry this took me so long to get done! I hope it’s worth
the wait and that you enjoy it. I do so love this sweet, hyper active owl boy!
Kotaro Bokuto – Will You Be My Manga-tine?
While sitting in your homeroom waiting for class to begin you
quietly read the latest manga of your favorite series. It’s just getting to a
really intense part when a loud voice says near your ear, “Hey! Hey! Hey! You
like ______ too? It’s my favorite!”
Turning your head, you start violently when you find intense
gold eyes peering into yours; Bokuto.
Smiling weakly, you nod, turning your head back to continue
reading. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything else, just takes his seat as the
bell rings which prompts you to put your book away. Focusing on the teacher,
you fail to notice Bokuto’s eyes remaining on you.
From his seat, he has a perfect vantage point of you, the
girl he’s had a crush on since the beginning of the year. Akaashi can’t
understand his fascination with you.
“She’s the complete
opposite of you in every way, Bokuto, what could possibly draw your interest to
her?” the setter asked as they walked home from school and the ace finally
confessed he wanted to ask you out but didn’t know how.
“I know! That’s what’s
so crazy but I can’t help it! I really, really like her Akaashi!”
That was a week ago and he still hasn’t gone through with
asking you on a date. For all his brazen, outgoing persona, the thought of confessing
to you makes his jaw lock up and words get jumbled in his throat. Sighing, he
rests his head in his hand, racking his brain on what to do.
Needing to run an errand that day for his mom, he deviates
from his normal route into the shopping district. Coming upon the shop where he
buys his own mangas, he sees an advertisement that the creator and author of
the series you and he both like will be coming to the store on Saturday to meet
fans and sign autographs.
“That’s perfect!” he shouts to no one rushing home and
completely forgetting the reason he came to this area at all. His mom is not
pleased, but he promises to make it up to her because he’s going back on
Saturday.
The next morning at school, he bounds across the courtyard,
his eyes shining even brighter than usual.
“What’s got you so excited?” Akaashi asks.
For answer, Bokuto flashes up a flyer of the shop event. “I’m
going to ask ______-chan to go with me to this! It’s perfect because she likes
the same manga as me so we’ll have something to talk about!”
“If you can get her to talk, if you haven’t noticed, she’s pretty
shy and mostly quiet Bokuto. I suggest not getting your hopes up too high.”
Momentarily deterred, Bokuto’s expression drops slightly but
it’s back the next second when he decides he isn’t going to give up. “I really
like her, Akaashi so I’m going to try.”
This morning is a repeat of yesterday; you reading and Bokuto
startling you out of the story but this time it’s because he thrusts the flyer
between the pages of your book and your face. When your eyes come into focus,
they widen slightly.
As you turn your gaze to his face, Bokuto can see you’re
wearing a small smile. “I’m planning on going, do you want to come with me?” he
asks simply and you nod. He holds in his hoot of jubilation, remembering
Akaashi’s advice to simmer down a bit around you but his smile is wide and
beaming. “Great! Um, here, let me get your number so we can figure out details,”
he goes on taking out his phone. You hesitate for a moment but then figure
there’s no harm; Bokuto may be loud and obnoxious sometimes but he’s actually
quite nice. He just makes you nervous because he’s so…so Bokuto. That and he’s
rather attractive which just adds to your feeling of inadequacy.
The end of the week cannot come fast enough for Bokuto and
when Saturday morning dawns he’s already up, running to the train station to
meet you. You both decided it best to get there before the doors open in case
there’s a long line. As he rushes around the corner, he sees you standing on
the platform.
“______-chan! Good morning!” he shouts.
You wince, still waking up and drinking your tea but send a
shy wave to him. As you wait for the train, Bokuto bounces on the balls of his
feet. How does he have so much energy? And this early in the morning? Finally,
your train pulls in and you board but before you can grab hold of a handle it
starts with a jerk, sending you flying forward. However, your downward trajectory
is halted by a strong arm around your waist. With a firm tug, Bokuto sets you
upright, though now your back is pressed to his chest.
Behind you, Bokuto hopes and prays you can’t feel his heart
racing. You’re in his arms…you’re in his arms and he’s internally screaming!
Never mind it’s because he was helping to make sure you don’t get hurt, never
mind the fact you have no clue he likes you as much as he does; you’re in his
arms and he knows more than ever now how much he wants to keep you there.
“Th…thanks, Bokuto-san,” you stammer out. You can feel his
breath on the back of your neck, the warmth of his body entirely too inviting.
If you don’t move now he’s going to think you’re a freak! But when you make a
move to extract yourself he tightens his grip ever so slightly.
Just as you’re about to question him, he lets go, saying, “Sorry,
just wanted to make sure you had your footing.” Of course, why else would he have
hung on? Because he wanted to? Ridiculous.
As you slip free of his grasp Bokuto already misses the feel
of your body next to his. You’re soft and feminine and pretty and gosh darn it
he wants to hold you again but properly this time! Should he…should he confess
now? But no, he just said something incredibly stupid; you probably think…well,
he actually has no clue what you think.
When you arrive to your stop, both of you are rather quiet,
retreated into your own thoughts. It’s a new side to Bokuto you’ve never seen
before and all your self-doubt crops up again; does he regret bringing you
because your clumsiness made things awkward? Should you make an excuse to leave
so he can enjoy the signing?
Before you decide one way or the other, Bokuto does it for
you. “Come on, ______-chan, let’s hurry!” Unthinkingly, he grabs your hand,
tugging you along at a hurried pace. When you round the corner and see the shop
you find there is already a rather long line. Stepping into it, you stand side
by side, the silence from before returning.
It’s doesn’t last long, however, when Bokuto looks at you
and asks, “So, what did you think of that last chapter?”
The next three hours fly by in a whirl of conversation, you
and Bokuto talking about your favorite characters, story lines, how much you
wish the next season of the anime would come out!
“We should watch it together,” he says enthusiastically
making you almost stop breathing. He…he wants to spend more time with you?
“Yeah, that would be fun,” you respond taking another step
forward as the line moves.
Eventually, you reach the signing table, meeting the creator
(who is very nice) and getting your books autographed. After a quick picture,
you thank them and peruse the shop, Bokuto sneaking away to buy you a keychain
he saw you eyeing. When you went back to get it, you were disappointed it was
gone and he had to stifle his laughter. He wasn’t ready to give it to you yet.
“Do you mind if we make a quick stop a couple blocks over?”
he asks as you walk out of a café having just finished lunch. “I promised my
mom I’d pick up some stuff for her.”
You smile; it’s sweet that he’s so helpful. “That’s really
nice of you Bokuto-san,” you say falling into stride with him. You’re much more
comfortable with him now, surprised he was able to get you to open up so much.
Usually you stay mum about your passion for manga and anime but with Bokuto it
just felt natural to talk; he actually seems interested in what you have to
say.
He shrugs. “Yeah, well, since I was so excited about asking you
to go to this today I kinda forgot to get the stuff for her earlier in the week.”
His words make you stop in your tracks and when he realizes
what he just said Bokuto’s eyes widen even more. Turning around, he decides now
is as good a time as any to tell you how he feels. Stepping closer to you, he
reaches out and takes your hand. When you don’t pull away, he sighs inwardly in
relief.
“______-chan, I…I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell
you…but…I…I really like you…a lot and I would love it, if you’d go out with me,”
he confesses.
You’re stunned to silence, mouth hanging open slightly.
“______-chan?” he asks and you blink.
“Yes?” you reply.
“Yes?! You mean you’ll go out with me?” he asks excitedly
squeezing both your hands.
You’d meant it as an indication for him to continue speaking
but then realize he’s been silent waiting for your answer. And though you’re a
nervous (but excited) wreck about the prospect of dating him, you actually appreciate
his enthusiasm.
“Yes,” you say more confidently, “I’ll go out with you.”
Throughout the rest of the day filled with errands, an impromptu
movie date (“Two dates in one day! This is awesome!” Bokuto shouts making you
laugh) and an early dinner, he doesn’t let go of your hand. At the end of the
day, he insists on walking you home. When you arrive, he hugs you tightly. “See
you on Monday,” he says, kissing your hand then turning it over to place in
your palm the keychain you’d wanted.
You surprise him and yourself when you fling your arms back
around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thanks for the great day,” you whisper
before pulling back and heading in your house. Outside, Bokuto is on cloud
nine, running the entire way back to the station to try to expend some of his
energy.
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