place! I hope this was specific enough, if it ends up not being picked as a scenario at the end, would you mind doing head canons afterwards?Please & ty! I love your work! Ty for doing this event!

Looking down at their son, Daichi’s wife frowns deeply. It
isn’t that she minds he has powers. Really, it’s to be expected being the
offspring of one of the most prolific wizards to grace existence save possibly
for Kageyama and that’s only because he’s a genius. No, her husband, has risen
through the hierarchy through hard work and dedication, two qualities she
recognized even when they were children. She supposes that’s why she stuck
around him all these years, defending him when people tried to give him a hard
time for being different, looking up to him when he never used his powers for his
own gain.

Ok, maybe once or twice but he was young once too. But she
can’t allow her own child to get away with this stuff.

“So, what, you think you can just wave a magic wand and
everything will be right?” she asks in a clipped tone making the boy wince. Shooting
a withering glare over her shoulder she snaps, “Daichi, a little help here?”

“To be fair, sweetie, that generally works for me,” he
replies with a grin.

“You’re as straight-laced as they come, honey,” she laughs,
shaking her head before looking back to their child. “Tarou, I know it’s
difficult but you have to control yourself. Using your magic when you’re upset
can only cause more problems.”

“But mom,” the dark-haired boy grumbles, “Higashi-kun kept
making fun of dad! Saying he was all talk and no skill and that the wizard line
is probably just a myth anyway and I just-“

“Turning him into a frog was not the answer! Especially when
you couldn’t turn him back again,” his mother sighs exasperatedly. Granted, the
terrified boy now has a healthy appreciation and respect for her husband since he reversed the spell but the point
still stands.

Daichi steps forward, gathering the mini-me into his arms
and hugging him tightly. “I appreciate you wanting to defend me, little man,
but you don’t have to. At least not until I’m old and can’t remember spells
anymore. Things are always gonna be like this with some humans.” Then he looks
over the boy’s shoulder locking eyes with his wife. “And some,” he goes on, “will
make you believe in a whole different kind of magic.”

Demi-god Aomine scenario when he finds out that his human gf is pregnant with his child then his father gives him choices which are killing their child or aomine being a human?

“Are you going to practice today, Dai-kun?”

Aomine looked at his girlfriend and sighed. “Of course not,
I’m too tired.”

She giggled, slapping his arm, “You always say that! But you’re
the best! How could you not want to practice?”

“Baka, it’s because I’m the best that I don’t need to,” he
grumbled, ruffling her hair in retaliation. She squeaked indignantly which just
made him smirk. Drawing her close to his body, he whispered, “Besides, I can
think of much better things to do.” As he felt her shiver, he smiled wider, a
feat only she could produce.

“About that,” she mumbled, voice suddenly soft and serious.

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve lost your nerve? Did I go too
hard last time?” he asked, genuine concern lacing his tone no matter how hard
he tried to stay teasing. She shook her head, eyes still cast down. Now he was worried. He cupped her face and
tilted it up towards his own. “What the hell is going on?” he asked, voice
strained.

Unexpected tears sprung to her eyes making his own widen. Before
he could ask again, she flung her arms around his waist and started sobbing.
Aomine didn’t know what to do, but knew he needed to get them out of the public
eye; people were already starting to stare. They weren’t far from his
apartment, so he gathered her in his arms and practically ran the rest of the
way there. When they were finally inside, he sat down on the couch, cradling
her close.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he ordered but his voice was soft.

Through her sniffles she confessed, “I…I’m pregnant.”

Aomine felt his whole body go cold. How could this have
happened? They were so careful, he
was so careful because he knew…he knew this was something far beyond just a
normal pregnancy.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t
shown up yet,” Aomine thought, face darkening. He had to prepare, he didn’t
know how long he had until word would reach his father and then-

A flash of lightning and roaring boom of thunder was all it
took to let him know it was already too late. He was coming and he had to keep
her safe, at least until he could talk to him. The sudden storm had her shaking
harder, clutching to him like a life line. “Are…are you mad at me, Dai-kun?”
Her voice was so little, so broken.

Shaking his head, he kissed her temple. “No, no, sorry, I
was just…I’m surprised is all, we’ve been really careful you know?”

She nodded, tears staining his shirt. Another flash and boom
signaled the impending meeting he so desperately did not want to have. He stood
with her still in his arms, walked to his room and laid her down. “Baby, I…there’s
something I have to do. I promise I’ll
come back, but you need to stay here.” As he tried to leave she grabbed his
wrist.

“Please, don’t go, I-“

“_______, I have
to go.” His voice was gruff and the use of her name let show how serious he was.
He knelt to her level, eyes looking directly into her own. “Do you trust me?”
he asked softly, carding a hand through her hair. When she nodded he went on, “Ok
then, let me go take care of this…thing…and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just
stay here, ok?” She nodded again and he pulled up the covers, tucking her in
and placing a kiss to her forehead. “Be back soon,” he assured then he was
gone.

The rain dumped in buckets when a large bolt of lightning
hit close to where he stood. Aomine’s sapphire eyes burned bright staring at
the man who he’d not seen in years.

“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” he asked, nodding towards
the sky which flashed and crackled.

The being before him shrugged. “I needed to you to get the
message, you’ve always been rather thick headed. “

“Tch, as if you’re one to talk old man,” Aomine grunted. “So,
I’m guessing you’ve heard?” Crossed arms and a narrowed gaze where all the
answer needed. “So, what now?’

His father sighed, shaking his head. “I’d hope to never have
to have this conversation with you Daiki. You have so much potential, were you
just to apply it correctly.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” snapped the blue haired ace, “you
think it’s easy? Fuck, it’s a miracle no one’s caught on by now.”

“And who’s fault is that?” roared his father, lightning
flashing in his anger. “You have no self-control, as is obvious by the whole
reason I had need to come here.”

“Oh, and just seeing your son isn’t enough reason to come
down from the mountain?!”

“Watch your tone, boy,” Zesu growled, eyes flashing with white
light, “do not think yourself higher than you are.”

Aomine smirked. “Then why are you here if I’m not a big
deal?”

“The big deal is the abomination growing in your whore’s
stomach!”

Aomine saw red, rushing his father with a clenched fist and
gritted teeth. He didn’t even get close to hitting him, a hand around his
throat and his back on the ground, rain water stinging his eyes as he glared up
at the man, the god, who brought
about his existence. “There are only so many demis this world can handle and
yours is not one of them!”

“I won’t let you touch her,” snarled Aomine grasping Zesu’s
wrist.

“To think, a son of Aries kept you in line and you still
manage-“

“Akashi doesn’t have shit on me! I do what I want! The only
one who can beat me-“

“Is me!” Zesu spat
tightening his hold. Aomine’s vision began to get hazy, a garble of breath
trying to reach his lungs. “You are just as much a spoiled, selfish brat now as
you were in high school, Daiki. But, since I’m a generous man, I’ll give you a
choice, seeing as this worthless human apparently means so much to you.” He changed
his grip, tugging Aomine up by his collar. “Either I end that whelp growing in
her or you give up all semblance of your godhood. You’ll be completely human,
no special powers, so super strength and speed. I imagine your game will suffer
for it, so you better decide now which you love more: her or basketball?”

“Her,” Aomine snapped without hesitation. “I don’t need your
filthy blood to do my job, I’d rather do it on my own anyway!”

“Fine,” Zesu seethed, slamming Aomine back to the ground
before plunging his hand into his chest wrapping it around his son’s heart.
Aomine roared as pain seared through his whole body which began to glow a
bright blue. Around them the storm raged, rain coming in sheets, lightning
flashing so fast it mimicked a strobe light. Aomine couldn’t focus, could barely
breathe as he felt his energy drained. After what felt like an eternity, Zesu
removed his hand, closing the gaping hole in his chest.

On the ground, Aomine panted, breath showing in puffs of
steam above his lips. His whole body shook, from pain or the cold or both he couldn’t
tell but by the time he could open his eyes again, the rain had subsided to a
gentle drizzle, the roaring of the clouds dulled to a murmur and his father…was
gone.

When he reached home it was to find _________ almost in
a panic which only increased when she saw the state of him.

“Daiki, are you ok? What happened? Did you get in a fight?”

Aomine looked at the mirror hanging in his entry way and
winced. He looked like hell with hair matted to his face, bruising on his neck
and clothes stained from the blood poured out when his father punched through
his chest. His whole body ached something fierce but he shrugged. “Ran into a
punk who gave me some trouble, but I’m fine. I’m just gonna go get cleaned up
and then we’ll talk, yeah?”

She nodded, but insisted on helping him when he stumbled slightly.
And so, she drew him a bath, settling him in and began washing the scrapes and
cuts gently. Aomine sighed, feeling the weight of his humanity settle over him
like a blanket. He had no idea how things were going to go tomorrow but he knew
he could no longer afford to miss practice.

And, somehow, the thought made him smile.

Ah, no problem! This is for the werewolf Iwaizumi ask! Out of high school Iwaizumi and his chubby girlfriend go to a club and she is feeling a bit out of place so he wants to show her how she should really feel by grinding and dancing with her. After that it just continues with a wild night. Thank you!!

Iwaizumi doesn’t know how he ended up so lucky. It isn’t
often his kind finds someone so willing and able to handle his…condition. But
she…she’s everything he could ever ask for. Sweet and caring, but strong enough
to deal with his request to be locked away during full moons when his drive is
too hard to control. Glancing over at Oikawa, the vampire no doubt putting his
moves on a new snack, he recalls how he’s been his saving grace until she came
around, though his former teammate still makes a point to help her set up the
basement and stands guard over the door so she can sleep soundly.

Iwaizumi has never once worried his best friend would ever
harm her and she, thankfully, trusts him too because of that. Both creatures
could smell her apprehension that first night Oikawa announced he would be
staying over but Iwaizumi had been able to convince her it would be alright.

And it was, resulting in the three of them becoming even
closer.

But now, looking at her, Iwaizumi frowns. She’s standing
away from the crowd, eyes cast to the ground and arms wrapped around her waist.
Staring at her, he’s momentarily overwhelmed with severe hunger of a different
variety. She looks so damn hot! It’d
taken a significant amount of time and encouragement from both himself and
Oikawa to convince her to wear the tight fitting strapless dress. It showed off
her curves perfectly.

When her scent hits him, full of apprehension and dread, he
surges forward, grasping her hand.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asks, voice gruffer than he means
but he’s concerned. Did someone hit on her? Does he need to tear someone’s
throat out?

“He…hey, Hajime. No…nothing’s wrong,” she lies.

Placing both his hands upon her cheeks, he stares in her
eyes. “Why do you think you can lie to me? I can smell your distress. Now, just tell me what’s bothering you.”

She sighs, closing her eyes and turning her head. “I just…I
want to go home, Hajime.”

“What? Why? We just got here and you haven’t even danced
with me yet,” he protests.

“Because I look…I look like a joke in this!” she snaps.

His eyes go wide, confusion clear on his face. “Who told you
that?” he growls, ready to kill anyone who dares insult his woman.

But when she taps her head, his fists relax, hands reaching
up to her shoulders as she replies shakily, “I…I did.”

Iwaizumi stares at her, completely baffled that she could
believe she looks anything but ravishing in her ensemble. Narrowing his eyes,
he pushes her up against the wall, burying his face in the juncture of her neck
and inhaling her scent. She’s nervous, but he notes with some pride, he can
detect the faintest hint of arousal and decides to bank all his next moves on
that.

“Do you have any idea,” he begins grinding up against her, voice low and
sultry against her ear, “how fucking sexy you look? Just in the span of the
first five minutes that we were here I counted almost six guys I was ready to
tear apart based simply on one look at you.”

She gasps when his mouth latches onto her, tongue teasing
the sensitive skin. Knees going weak, she slumps against him, but he’s strong
and it takes no effort to hold her up. “You’re a knock out, baby, your curves,
your smile, your scent! All of it drives me wild!” He moves to her mouth,
kissing her deeply, capturing her moan as he grinds his erection against her.

“Do you feel that? All of that is for you! I want to take
you so bad, rip your clothes off, fuck you till you can’t breathe! I want to
rut you until you swell with my offspring! Do you understand? Do you get it?”
He pulls back, eyes flashing bright green and she inhales a sharp breath. “You’re
gorgeous, you have curves other women have to pay for! I’m the envy of my den
because of you! I never told you because I don’t want you afraid of them, but
I’ve fought for the right to keep you.”

Her eyes fill with tears but he kisses them away. “Let me
mark you, be my mate for real, please? I don’t want anyone else,” he begs
against her lips.

His request breeds both joy and fear in her heart. She knows
what it means, knows her life as a full human will be altered but she also
knows she’ll never find someone like Hajime anywhere else in the world.

“Yes, Hajime, yes, I’ll mate with you.”

“Fucking finally,” he growls, lifting her up completely off
the floor. His eyes seek a refuge and of course it’s Oikawa who comes to the
rescue. As the two men’s eyes meet, the vampire nods to a VIP room. Iwaizumi
rushes through the crowd, grabbing the key in a high five from his friend
before entering the darkened room and slamming the door.

His claws elongate, shredding her dress to ribbons leaving a
black lace strapless bra and boy short panties all that stands between him and
her. As she waits upon the couch, he sheds his own clothing, muscles rippling
and twitching with excitement when her hands unclasp the bra allowing it to
fall to the floor.

His lips are on her nipple in a second, pulling a keening
cry from her lips. “Hajime,” she whispers, hands grasping for purchase.

Iwaizumi needs to prepare her before he loses completely
control, the scent of her arousal and the willingness to be his forever making
his beast’s heart thunder. Ripping away her panties, he falls to his back
against the couch, hauling her up easily to straddle his face. “Oh god!” she
wails as his tongue laves against her entrance, lips sucking firmly at her clit
in a frenzy to get her ready to take him.

“I’m sorry,” his voice is muffled against the softness of
her flesh, “I can’t…I need you now, please. Can you take it? Are you ready?”

“I’m fine, go,” she concedes. He doesn’t need further
encouragement, manhandling her into position on hands and knees upon the couch.
He moves forward quickly, burying all the way to the hilt.

“Hajime,” she whines, voice cracking a bit under the strain
of his impact.

“I’m right here, baby, fuck, you’re doing so good. I love
you, I fucking love you so much,” he groans. His fangs descend, glistening with
the ether that will mark her his forever. “Last chance to back out, once this
is done there’s no going back,” he warns, voice a bit shaky.

“Do it, Hajime, I’m ready,” she confirms.

He presses his chest to her back, hauling them both to their
knees before sinking his fangs into her neck. Her cry is loud, the pain more
intense than she anticipated making her jolt but his superior strength holds
her steady so he doesn’t nick an artery. Retracting his teeth, Hajime licks the
wound rapidly, healing her skin with his saliva.

A moment later, he comes, hard and fast within her body and
she moans loud as his fingers swirl against her clit, her orgasm hitting like a
freight train.

Panting and covered in sweat, Hajime releases her, allowing
her to fall forward before he pulls out. She collapses to the floor, utterly
exhausted.

A flutter of eyelids signals her impending consciousness,
eyes blinking against the brightness of the room. When did they get back to his
place?

“Good morning, mate,” Hajime says, voice more cheerful and
light than she’s ever heard before. Tentatively, she touches the scar at her
neck, a soft, slow smiling splitting her lips as she gratefully accepts the cup
of coffee he offers. She leans up, kissing him gently. “Move in with me, marry
me,” he says and she nods again happily.

@nsfwhaikyuu-knb

i saw the vamp Akashi that’s in line to be written and just thought of another vamp Akashi lol! so idk if vampires can feed off of each other?? but let’s just say they can lol and so vamp Akashi and his vamp s/o feeding off each other and it just slowly gets heated between them since they’re like in mating season! (i just remembered twilight breaking dawn and a similar scene came up in the movie lol) nsfw pls! and i hope i was clear with my request >.<

Warning for slight blood
play.

“Seijuro.” His name,
spoken in a tone barely above a whisper, but the need was present. She was in
heat, they both were, and desperation was setting in. Her hips ground down hard
against his erection and he moaned low in the back of his throat. His heart
would be racing, were it beating any longer, but he felt the drive anyway, the
impulse to throw her down and ravage her like the beast he was; like the beast
she wanted.

It wasn’t often either
of them were like this, most of the time preparing weeks in advance for their
mating season so that they would not be in this predicament.

By life, even an undead
one, can be unpredictable and Akashi knew they’d reached the point of no
return.

His irises flashed, one
color overcoming the other, his inner self raging for her, the scent of her
driving him mad.

“_________, prepare
yourself,” he warned, the next second hauling himself and her up from the couch
effortlessly. She clung to him, legs around his waist, hands buried in his hair
as her lips sealed over his, her protruding fangs nicking a small wound in the process.
Her reaction was instant, a firm suck making a flood of fire surge through both
their veins as she took her first taste of him.

Aksahi slammed her
against the bookcase, the impact shaking loose century old volumes and
scattering them about the floor. He paid them no mind, completely focused on
her neck. Sure, he could bite her anywhere he pleased and probably would do so,
but there was something so…pure about biting her there!

“Seijuro!”

Her voice was no longer
quiet, no longer subdued by thirst, she was relishing the puncture of his
fangs, writhing against him. Akashi’s hands grasped her hips tightly, his voice
whispering harshly, “Do not move, unless you want to get branded.”

She stilled just long
enough for him to release some of his venom, deadly to any living creature, and
quite effective he found at obliterating the tightly woven weave of her gown.
He left her top in place, her breasts still lifted by the corset remaining around
her waist. Blood poured from her wounds but he didn’t miss a drop, licking and
sucking the flowing river of deep crimson.

“You taste amazing,” he
praised, hands moving to the belt at his waist, unbuckling it quickly. His
pants fell away, pooling at his ankles only to be kicked away.

She couldn’t wait any
longer, grabbing his hand and tugging it to her mouth. At the first break of the
skin on his wrist, Akashi hissed in pleasure. Their eyes met then, hers
glowing blue while his burnt red as she sucked hard. Akashi’s head fell back,
his erection growing firmer and his need higher. Wrenching away his hand, he
clasped both of hers and hauled them above her head at the exact same moment he
drove his cock deep into her waiting heat.

It was the only part of
her still warm besides her blood.

“Darling,” she panted,
the term of endearment sweet against his ears despite the bloodied mess the two
of them were rapidly becoming. The servants, he knew, would have an absolute
fit the next morning when they came upon the remnants of their debauchery. He
thrust upwards, harder and harder, mouth and fangs latching back onto the side
of her neck while she did the same to him and they drank.

“Sweetheart, uhn…are you
close?” he asked, breathing labored with the effort to continue his exertions
while she practically drained him.

“Yes, oh, Seijuro,” she
moaned, lips stained with the evidence of her indulgence.

“Then cum for me, my
sweet, cum for your darling,” he commanded, eyes focused only on her face. It
didn’t take long, she had been a slave to his will for centuries, a willing
sacrifice to his wants and desires. Her body shuddered, power both surging through
and out of her as she came. Her release allowed him his own, both collapsing at
the end of their tryst.

When he opened his eyes
once more, Akashi literally saw red, both she and he covered in it. Gathering
his strength, and her once more in his arms, he headed to the opulent bathroom
of their shared quarters, drawing a hot bath to wash them before tucking
themselves into the master suite buried deep in the center of his mansion, away
from sunlight, hunters and whining servants.

@nsfwhaikyuu-knb

Demon Aomine x Angel female s/o headcanons on how they are able to work out their complicated relationship as a couple?

Demon
and angel meet while in vessels on earth, his a cocky basketball brat and hers
a fellow student at Too.
Aomine
was sent on a mission to gain the soul of one Kuroko Tetsuya but got decidedly
distracted when miss angel girl showed up.
He’s
drawn to her like a moth to flame, using his abilities to enhance those of his
vessel to a noticeable degree in efforts to gain her attention.
It
works, but not in the way he intended. She pegs him as a demon and tries to
kill him initially.
Just
as she’s about to stab him with her holy sword, they lock eyes and she’s lost
in the fire of his gaze.
Aomine
gains the upper hand but surprisingly doesn’t kill her.
They
dance around their attraction, him because of pride (he’s a demon for fuck’s
sake, he’s not gonna succumb to the charms of an angel) and her because of duty
(she’s an angel, he’s her enemy.)
Eventually
they can’t resist one another anymore and kiss. It’s like a seal upon their
fate.
Their
sides have mixed reactions to their union. Aomine’s, particularly his archdemon
who houses in the vessel of Too’s captain, Imayoshi, is thoroughly amused by
the situation. The angel’s side sends an archangel in the form of Kagami Taiga
to take down Aomine.
She
and Aomine find refuge with a sage who provides warding magic so neither side
can find their respective wayward members.
They
settle down on earth in their vessels, self-exiled so that they can stay
together.

tag: @nsfwhaikyuu-knb

could I request for supernatural au, an nsfw scenario of Mibuchi and reader who is a nekomimi during a stormy night?

Nekomimi
(for those like myself who are unfamiliar with the term): A fictional character
who has cat ears on an otherwise human body, and possibly other feline
characteristics such as a tail.

A
bright flash illuminates the room followed by a resounding crash of thunder
strong enough to shake the windows. Her mewl, scared in tone, draws Mibuchi’s
attention from his book to the bed. Smiling softly, he closes the novel,
setting it on the side table as he stands.

“How
can you be afraid of the storm love?” he asks gently seating himself on the
edge of the mattress.

“Just
because I’m from the panther line doesn’t mean I don’t get scared,” she pouts,
squeaking as another round of explosions rock the sky above their shared high-rise
apartment.

“Well
then,” Mibuchi coos, crawling over her prone figure, “why don’t I distract you,
hmmmm?” Quickly, he sheds both of their clothing, his normal teasing absent in
favor of actually helping her. She’s done much for him in the years they’ve
been together and he figures it’s high time he pays her back for all her care.

“Reo,”
she keens as his lips caress her neck. Another flash illuminates the lovers
briefly, his eyes wide and bright at the sight of her naked below him. Just
before the boom, Mibuchi’s fingers tease between her legs, a breathy sigh
escaping her mouth.

He
doesn’t waste time, eager not only to bring her comfort but to taste her; it’s
been too long since his head has been between her thighs. Her tail swishes in
anticipation, adding to the appeal of what he’s about to do; he’s never been one
for conventional relationships.

At
the first touch of his tongue against her waiting heat, she moans again, the
sound high pitched but lovely. He hums against her, drawing gasps and whimpers
as he teases and sucks the sensitive flesh of her cunt. “You always taste so
sweet, lovie,” he comments, tongue pushing further forwards into her body.

“Reo,
oh god,” she gasps, hips rising to increase the pressure. One finger, then two
replace his tongue but he doesn’t keep it idle, moving to the little bundle of
nerves just above her center. He makes her come fast, his own need making
itself known. Turning her over, he caresses her ass, giving her tail a playful
little tug before sinking his cock into her, hips meeting her rear. They’re
both breathing heavy as he thrusts in and out, his long limbs easily able to
reach the top of her head and massage her ears, the action bringing a louder
wail of pleasure from her mouth. “Reo…Reo…please! I….I can’t….I want-“

“I
know, lovie, I know,” he encourages, slamming forward harder, the action
sending blood rushing to her ears, the intensity of his love drowning out the
raging of the storm around them.

With
one last impact, she cums, body spasming with release. Reo isn’t far behind,
spilling deep into her willing body.

Utterly
spent, his little nekomimi collapses, sleep overtaking her almost
instantaneously. Reo chuckles, deciding to save the clean up for the morning.
Cuddling next to her, he draws her close, her head rested against his chest to
hear his heartbeat while his hand covers her exposed ear. Sleep evades him for
a while, but he doesn’t mind moments like this, moments where it’s just the two
of them, lost to the world outside these four walls and thoroughly wrapped up
in one another.

Badboy scenario for Aomine Daiki; he’s dating reader’s bestfriend (reader walks in on them fucking, then she punched him hard and sent him to the hospital cause she thinks he’s hurting her friend from the way she’s moaning lmao) a few months later she discovered that her friend is cheat on him with another guy, reader felt sorry for Daiki and fall for him instead and starts dating him?

I changed the timeline a little but the essence of your ask is here. Also, I coupled it with this ask that didn’t make the randomizer cut because I thought they could go well together:

@hellyeachi-hitoka said:

Badboy! Aomine throw pebbles at his gf at midnight only to
‘kidnapping’ her cause her parents dislike him and it stress her out, he helps
to let off some stream with bangin’ in his car until the sun rises. Thanks 😉

The sound of grunting could be heard through the door of her
best friend’s room as she neared it. What could be-

“Oh god!”

Hiana’s cry made her pulse race. What the hell was going on?
Shoving open the door, she was horrified to see her friend pressed upon her
bed, shirt shoved up exposing her bra and Aomine Daiki with his hand around her
throat. Before anyone could react to her presence, she grabbed a lamp and
slammed it on his head. With a grunt, Aomine fell limp, sliding to the floor.

“Are you ok-“ she began but Hiana flew up, eyes filled with
a mix of anger and fear.

“Are you fucking insane! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What are you talking about? Aomine-senpai was attacking you and-“

“You idiot! We were having sex!”

“With your clothes on?!” she asked bewildered.

“We couldn’t wait! Oh my god, what have you done? You killed
him!”

Leaning down, she checked Aomine’s pulse. It was weak but present. Grabbing her phone, she dialed an ambulance, explaining when the
paramedics arrived about the misunderstanding making them work to hold back snickers.

Later in the evening, the doctor assured the two girls
Aomine was fine but because of his concussion it would be a good idea to keep
him for observation for a few days. Relieved it wasn’t anything more serious,
the two decided they’d let him rest and come back the next day to visit. Only,
Hiana didn’t meet up with her as planned. Confused, she went to her house,
shocked to hear similar noises from the day before coming from the room again.

This time when she threw the door open, it was with anger at
her friend. “Aomine-senpai’s in the hospital and you’re here screwing another
guy?! What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted.

“It’s your fault he’s there, why don’t you look after him? Besides,
he was just a quick fuck anyway,” Hiana quips back, not in the least bit embarrassed
to have another guys face between her legs.

“You’re such a slut,” she snapped back, slamming the door.
How could she be best friends with someone so…so…she didn’t even know the word
she was looking for but she knew she wouldn’t be going back there any time soon.

Entering Aomine’s room, her steps shuffled to a stop. He was
sleeping, or at least appeared to be, and the sight of him so calm and peaceful
did unexpected things to her heart. Normally seen with a scowl on his face,
Aomine had intimidated her from day one. That was why she presumed the worst when she found him on top of Hiana. But now, looking at him, she kind of forgot
that fear and took the time to appreciate his appearance.

That was until he opened his eyes and narrowed them at her,
snapping out, “What the fuck do you want?”

She squeaked, cheeks flushing bright red but she made
herself stay put. Bowing at a perfect ninety-degree angle she said quickly, “I’m
so sorry Aomine-senpai! I…I didn’t know what was going on and-“

“Save it,” he interrupted but his tone was less harsh. As
she rose, his gaze locked her in place. Even lying down, he was imposing. “As
long as you’re here, you can do something for me to make up for it,” he went on
as he sat up.

“Anything,” she replied quickly earning a cocked eyebrow and
a deadly sexy smirk.

“Oh princess, I am not a man you want to offer that to,” he
advised.

She swallowed her nerves, striding forward to his bed. “What
can I do for you, Aomine-senpai.”

“One, stop calling me senpai, it’s stupid. Two, here’s my
address and my key. It’s apartment 24. Go there and pick up these items. If I gonna be stuck here for a week
I need some of my stuff.”

“Aren’t your parents going to come see you?” she asked
before thinking.

He grunted. “Mom’s dead, dad’s away on business. Now, are
you gonna do this or not?”

“Of course!” she peeped, horrified her assumption could possibly
have caused him discomfort.

“Settle down, sheesh, you’re a jumpy one. Just hurry up,
would ya?” he grumbled, settling back down on the pillows and turning on the
TV.

By the time she got back with his stuff, the gravure
magazines making her blush, he was asleep again. Setting down the bag, she took a seat, her eyes closing. Hours later, the buzz of her cell
phone woke her up, a frantic message from her mother asking where she was making
her spring up and rush from the room. Behind she hadn’t noticed Aomine had been
watching her sleep too.

The next day she returned with his homework, the sight of it
making him groan, “But I have a head injury. Can’t they like, excuse me from it
or something?”

“Hey, I’ll help you Aomine-sen-, I mean, Aomine-kun,” she
offered with a bright smile.

For the entire week, she brought his school work, assisting
him to get it done and all the while finding that even though he was rough
around the edges and could have a temper, the basketball bad boy of Too was
really…kind of sweet in his own way.

On the day of his release from the hospital, she offered to
escort him home. “That eager to get in my pants are you?” he teased and she
blushed furiously, protests flying out of her mouth. Leaning down, he pecked
her nose stilling the flow of words. “I’m just teasing you, _____-chan, relax.”
The entire way to his place, she kept her eyes focused outside the window of
the train, willing her heart to calm down.

“He was only teasing!
Of course he doesn’t see me like that! How could I ever think someone like
Aomine-kun could ever like me? I mean, we may not even be friends! Who knows
with him?”

By the time they reached his apartment building, she’d thoroughly
convinced herself the previous week would feel like a dream because she was
sure when they both returned to school the next day he’d probably ignore her.
So she was shocked when as she turned to leave his doorstep, Aomine’s hand shot
out, dragging her back to his side, more accurately to his chest. Leaning down,
he kissed her full on the mouth but it was sweet, just a gentle pressure making
her eyelids flutter closed. When he pulled away, he mumbled, “Go out with me?”

She nodded, throwing her arms around his waist to hug him
tightly. Grunting, he returned the affection, kissing the top of her head.

“You’re not to see that boy any longer,” her father ordered
a month later.

“But dad-“

“No buts! Aomine Daiki, despite his impressive basketball skill,
is nothing but trouble. He’s lazy, irresponsible and disrespectful! I’ll not
have my daughter associating with him! And to make sure I’m taking your phone.”

“You don’t understand, I love him!” she shouted, running up
to her room and slamming the door. It wasn’t fair! She knew Daiki could be a
handful, could come across as all the things her father saw but she also knew
he had a good heart, buried under layers of pride and self-protection. You just
needed to take time to see it. Which no one, it seemed, was willing to do.

Later that night, the sound of tapping against her window
pulled her from a torrid slumber. She’d fallen asleep crying. Rubbing her eyes,
she made her way to the window and upon looking out saw Daiki chucking pebbles
at the glass. Waving frantically for him to stay put, she hurriedly put on shoes
and a jacket, rushing as quietly as possible to the front door and out of it. Flying
into his arms, she erupted into tears again.

“Hey, hey, what the hell’s the matter?” He pulled back,
hands resting on her cheeks. “I tried calling you all day but your phone was
off, what happened?”

“My…my dad told me….I can’t see you anymore! He…he doesn’t
approve and-“

Her words cut off with a sigh as Aomine kissed her, hands
carding through her hair. Leaning his forehead against hers he growled, “I don’t
give a shit who approves or not, you’re mine, you hear?”

She nodded, hands covering his and teeth biting her lip.

“Come on,” he grunted, tugging her hand towards his car. It
wasn’t every day he used it, preferring to avoid the heavy traffic of the city,
but that late at night there were barely any other cars on the road. Securing
her seat belt, Aomine headed to the driver’s side and got in, turning the
ignition and shooting down the street. They drove in silence, her hand clasped
in his. Aomine took a turn, swerving up a twisting, winding road to a flat
peak at the top of a neighborhood development. Parking, he pointed out the
windshield. “What do you think of that?”

She gasped, eyes widening with wonder at the sight of the whole
city lit up below them. Even so late in the night, the lights glowed
brightly, the distance from the sounds of traffic and the smells of industry
allowing the view to give off a beauty all its own.

Aomine opened his door, she following suit and the couple
sat upon the hood of his car, his arms wrapped around her watching the scenery
below.

“Thanks, Daiki-kun,” she whispered.

His lips found her neck, kissing gently at first but then he
couldn’t stop his hands from wandering under her jacket, his touch igniting a
deep fire in her stomach. Leaning into him more, she sighed, arching up when
his hands reached her breasts.

“This wasn’t where I planned for this to happen but,” he
turned her around, latching onto her throat once more murmuring, “I want you so
bad I can’t wait.”

“I want you too, Daiki,” she confessed, raking her fingers
through his hair.

“Ung, shit, come’re,” he ordered, dragging her to the back
seat of the car. She lay on her back, eyes a bit wide as he removed his shirt, revealing
previously unseen tattoos. Gently she touched them, tracing the outline of the
black and red star above his heart.

On his other pectoral was another star, blue and white, which
she also touched. “I like them.” Her voice was soft, affection showing plainly
on her face.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Aomine asked, slightly
breathless because though he’d had some experience in this area, it’d never
been with someone he cared about quite so much.

She nodded, smiling into the kiss he gave her. With
gentleness he wasn’t aware he possessed, Aomine unbuttoned her shirt, pulling
it off and flinging it to the front seat. Next her skirt was removed, leaving
her in bra and panties, matching of course.

“Cute,” he complimented, teasingly touching the polka dot
pattern.

“Shush,” she complained, a bright blush on her cheeks.

He grinned, leaning down to capture her lips in a languid
but passion filled kiss. He took his time with everything, with every touch, letting
her get used to the feel of him and what he was doing to her. “You’re so
beautiful,” he breathed into her ear when she was finally fully exposed.

“You’re the beautiful one, I feel plain in comparison,” she
joked but he grasped her chin, tilting her head to meet his eyes.

“You.are.beautiful. Don’t even think otherwise, you hear me?”

She nodded, swallowing the wealth of emotion threatening to
erupt at the tenderness she found in his gaze.

Even though it was cramped in the back seat, Aomine somehow
made the entire experience magical for her. Their breaths mingled, sweat
building on their bodies as the heat in the car expanded creating condensation
on the windows. She turned her head, gasping loudly when he first entered her
torrid heat, the feel of the condom odd at first but the longer he thrust the
more she enjoyed it until her voice grew raspy from screaming his name.

They stayed there, lost in one another until the sun
threatened to break the seam of the horizon. Thoroughly exhausted, Aomine drove
them to his place where they showered and changed before collapsing in his bed.
She knew there would be hell rained down on her later, but in that moment,
being wrapped in Aomine’s arms was worth any price she had to pay.

HC or scenario on Kagami getting caught double crossing s/o’s father. To redeem himself he must be her butler/body guard for the rest of his life, they eventually fall in love but father doesn’t approve and wants her to marry his right hand man Wakamatsu instead. Choice is up to reader!

Never one good at lying, Kagami
is caught in one easily by her father. The deal was just too…simplistic.
Now not only is he a prisoner
of Too, but his job is to watch over the boss’s brat daughter.
At least, that’s what he think
until he meets her. Then he’s a blushing stammering mess because she’s so
beautiful and actually really kind.
She’s not a big fan of her
father’s work but there’s nothing for it. At least with Kagami she can go out
in public from time to time.
And he’s not so bad on the eyes
either.
Initially she teases him
endlessly and gives him a hard time just because she can, making him sweat
under the collar but he enjoys her attention nonetheless despite his annoyance
with her candor.
Eventually gets used to her
banter and starts firing some back of his own. This only makes her worse.
Finally, things come to a head
one night as he walks her to her room to settle in for the night. She looks up
at him, grabs his tie and yanks him down to her lips.
That kiss leads to more which
leads to more which leads to them
falling in love.
Then comes the announcement
that sends shockwaves through both their lives: her father has named Wakamatsu
as her marital intended.
When she pleads her love for
Kagami, her father outright forbids it, insisting that while he entrusted him
with her safety, he will not entrust him to care for her properly her whole
life.
She implores Kagami to run away
with her, take her far away from her father, the gang, the life, all of it.
He warns her it will be
tough, they’ll have to lay low for a long time and that means the life of
luxury she’s grown accustom to goes out the window.
She insists she doesn’t care,
so the two of them make a plan and a break for it.
Imayoshi saw it coming a mile
away.

“You really thought ya could get
away, princess?”

She begs for him not to tell,
saying she’ll do anything he wants if he’ll spare telling her father to save
Kagami’s life.

“Well now, this just got more
interesting…”

A week later, when her father
is “mysteriously” gunned down, she grants leadership to Imayoshi who in turn
keeps his end of the bargin and grants her and Kagami freedom.
The two elope and move to
America where Kagami rejoins the basketball world.

Takao – Bad Boy Bet

So, this ended up LONG
because I really wanted to play up the seduction part. I’m actually pretty
proud of this one so I hope you like it. Requester asked to remain anon so I’m posting this separate from the ask.

“You know, you’re pretty
cute.” Takao could see his proclamation flustered as much as irritated his
intended target, the wallflower he’d been eyeing since orientation. She was
just so frickin’ adorable when she blushed, her whole face turning a lovely
shade of pink.

“Who asked you anyway?”
she shot back, voice muffled by the cup she drank bad beer from.

“No one, but then again,
I give my opinion for free, it’s part of my charm,” he asserted, wiggling his
eyebrows. He fought down a blush of his own as she eyed him up and down.

“Charm? You call this,”
she waved her hand back and forth in an obscure manner over his jean and
leather jacket clad body, “charm? More like a sad attempt at delinquency. I can
see right through your act. You’re all talk.”

Snickers behind him drew
out Takao’s own red pigment. “Hey, I’m just trying to start a friendly
conversation,” he remarked, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Liar,” she quipped
back, taking another drink.

Takao paused, mouth open
and finger up in the air to refute but then dropped his shoulders, a slight
huff of laughter blowing out of his lips. “Alright, you caught me,” he confessed,
eyes regaining their mirthful glow. He leaned forward, crowding her further
against the wall. She could feel her pulse racing at his proximity but held his
gaze. “But I’m not the only one lying here.”

“Oh? And what, pray
tell, am I lying about?”

“The fact that you find
me attractive,” he retorted quickly. “In fact, I’m willing to bet that before
the end of the semester, not only will you succumb to my charms,” he leaned all
the way forward, chest pressing against hers and breath fanning the sensitive
flesh of her neck, “You’ll be cumming for me.”

“Not in your wildest
dreams, asshole,” she hissed pushing past him.

Watching her walk away, Midorima
asked, “So that’s the one you were talking about?”

“Yep, that’s her,” Takao
sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re wasting your
time. Clearly, she’s out of your league,” commented his green haired companion.

“Shin-chan, you wound
me!” exclaimed Takao. Then his eyes narrowed again, lips playing up into a
smirk. “Besides, the chase is half the fun.”

A week later found her
in the library, head buried in a book, jotting down notes to be revised later.

“Find anything
interesting?”

The voice near her ear almost
made her shout in surprise, but fear of retribution from the troll of a
librarian kept her mostly mum. Her eyes shot to Takao’s face. “What the hell do
you want?”

“Hello to you too,
______-chan. Are you always this pleasant, or am I just lucky?”

“I don’t have time for
your games, Takao-kun, kindly leave me be,” she grumbled.

Hands on her shoulders
made her jump, but a moment later she was holding back a moan of appreciation
as Takao kneaded the stiff sinew of overstressed muscles. “So tight,
______-chan,” he whispered in her ear, breath tickling the baby hairs of her
neck making her shiver despite herself. “You really need to learn to relax
every once in a while.” He pressed harder, fingers working magic. “You know, I
can do a much more thorough job of
relaxing you if you come back to my place,” he offered lowly, tone full of
salacious intent.

That snapped her back to
herself. Standing quickly, she shoved books into her bag, pausing only to
harshly whisper, “Touch me again and I’ll break your knuckles punk.”

Watching as she hurried
away, Takao collapsed into the chair left vacant by her exit with a sigh. “At
least she acknowledges I’m a punk,” he snorted.

“I really
should have earned a few brownie points up front,” he began without preamble as
he sat across from her in the formerly quiet corner of the campus café a few
days later. For irony’s sake, he brought a brownie, setting it down and pushing
it towards her. Starved because of an oversight regarding time for breakfast,
she shoved a piece of it in her mouth, washing down the bite with luke-warm
coffee. “I mean, I did give you a heads up,” he continued when she didn’t reply
to his opening line.

Sighing, she slammed her
book closed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He shrugged. “Well, you
know, usually in situations like this one, the girl is unsuspecting of the bet
because it’s made between two dudes. And then she’s all, “he likes me, he
really cares” blah, blah, blah, when really all he wants is to get in her
pants.” He met her eyes. “At least with me you know my end game exactly. I want
to screw you. And I’m damn good at it too, so why continue this game of cat and
mouse?”

Closing her eyes, she
took a deep breath before opening them once more. Her finger crooked in a
motion to come closer surprised him but Takao wasn’t about to let even the
littlest chance of wearing her down pass him by. Complying, he leaned further
over the table, their faces inches from one another’s. From this distance, he
could see the nuances of freckles on her face and was gratified to see
something akin to amusement in her eyes where previously there’d only been
hostility and annoyance. Reaching forward, she touched his cheek gently, mouth
parting to say, “Takao, I can assure you, if you were so blessed as to have me
in your bed, you would be the one falling for me.”

Her assertion made his
pulse race, a thick knot in his throat appearing that he swallowed
involuntarily; neither were missed by her. “But since that’s never going to
happen,” she continued, taking the rest of the brownie before standing up, “I
guess you’re safe from having your heart broken.”

Takao leaned back in his
chair, heart thundering against his ribcage. Her confidence elevated her from a
cute, quick screw to a fucking sexy piece of sweet ass he couldn’t wait to tear
into.

Another week passed by,
Takao practically driving Midorima up the wall with his endless chatter about
how he had to have _______, his plans of how to obtain the object of his now
obsession becoming more and more ridiculous.

“You could always try
being a gentleman,” offered his roommate.

“Heh? Me?”

Midorima looked at him
again. “You’re right, that’s too much to ask for. Seriously Takao, you should give
up, this has moved from slightly amusing to sadly pathetic.”

“It would only be
pathetic if what she said is true and it’s not. I haven’t fallen for her. No,
this isn’t pathetic, it’s persistent. I’m not going to lose.”

“Well, all is fair in
love and war and you’ve definitely chosen quite the opponent in _______-san,”
Midorima confirmed before walking out the door, leaving Takao to his own
devices.

Takao flopped down on
his bed, a frustrated sigh exiting his lips. What could he do? He knew over all
he was a cocky bastard (pun intended and Izuki would be proud he thought with a
smirk) but he’d also been told he was good in bed. He wasn’t selfish, he
actually really enjoyed giving pleasure as much as getting it. It was an odd
point of pride for him, since with most other things (other than basketball) he
was mediocre. Rolling over he grabbed his phone, its blue light illuminating
his face as he scrolled through his list of contacts. He’d coerced her number
out of a mousy freshman, one of the girls in ________’s study group.

Like he said, he knew he
was a bastard.

In her room, _________
sat exhausted with glazed eyes staring at her project. The words just weren’t
coming and she’d lost focus long ago. Yawning, she stood with the intention of
taking a shower, hoping a mundane task would help get her creativity flowing
again when the chime of her cell phone drew her attention back to the desk.

Against her home screen
were the words: What’re you doing?

Since the number was unknown
she thought perhaps she’d been texted in error but amended that consideration
when another text followed quickly after: This
is Takao btw

Groaning, she unlocked
the screen sending back: How did you get my number?

I have my ways.

Underhanded no doubt. It’s rude to gain people’s
private numbers without their permission. I have no desire to talk to you.

This isn’t talking, it’s texting, way
different.

Despite her best effort
not to, she snorted.

I know you just laughed, I can sense it. So,
now that we’re on a bit friendlier terms, I’ll ask again. What’re you doing?

Sighing she fell back
against the mattress of her bed. She was looking for a distraction any way and
what could be the harm in texting with Takao for a bit? As much as she didn’t
like him, he could be entertaining. A sly grin tilted her lips; she could tease
him a bit this way. Much as she didn’t want to encourage him to hope, getting
him riled up and then leaving him horny and frustrated did sound like fun.

Was just about to take a shower

There was a pause in his
reply making her giggle. He really was such a horn dog it was easy to press his
buttons. A moment later, three dots appeared followed by: Are you naked yet?

She rolled her eyes,
sending back: No, I was rudely interrupted

Back in his dorm, Takao
considered his options. This was the most he’d gotten to her to “talk” to him
since he started this whole thing. Difficult as it was to interpret tone
through text, he had the impression she was feeling playful and he could use
that to his advantage. It wasn’t his preferred method of seduction but it would
have to do.

I have a proposition for you

Another one?

Funny, but I’m serious

You? Serious? This must be good. What is it?

Ok, but you have to be 100% honest, no cheating,
understand?

I can’t understand unless you tell me

Fair enough. Anyway, my proposition is this:
if, right now, during our conversation I’m able to turn you on at all you have to let me have you.

Her thumb faltered in
reply, eyes widening at his brazen offer. He wanted…to sext with her? This was…dangerous.
She’d already been feeling the need for pressure release, her own hand doing a
good enough job but there was nothing compared to the feel of a body pressed
against her, hands roaming her curves, lips kissing her-

Shit, she was turning herself
on just thinking about having sex. And the longer she considered the fantasy
randomly started in her head, the more the nameless, faceless male morphed into…Takao.

“Damn it,” she hissed
tossing her phone away. This was too risky, not to mention risqué. She’d
promised herself never to write down something which could be used against her
later and sexting with Takao of all people was out of the question. Her eyes
darted back to the phone. Should she admit that she was already turned on? That
she could feel the burn of longing between her thighs and he hadn’t even said anything
remotely dirty? Only suggestive?

Was he really that good?

Shaking her head, she
decided on another avenue and picked up the phone once more.

The sound of his ring
tone made Takao startle, his eyes widening when he saw just who it was calling.

“Well hello there,” he
cooed over the line.

“Hey,” came her surprisingly
short reply. Normally she’d be laying into him so he already felt he was
gaining ground with her. Before he could ask the reason of her call she went
on, “I’m not willing to sext but…I’ll agree to your terms if you do it this
way.”

“This way being…phone
sex?”

“Technically it’s phone
attempt at seduction. So, are you game or not?”

He grinned. “Oh baby, I’m
game. I’m so game, I’m hard just hearing your voice.” If she was affected by
him, she hid it well. Silence continued so he went on, “Alright, usually with
phone sex there’s a give and take but I’ve got a dirty enough mind and mouth
for the both of us. Just lay there and enjoy. But remember,” he paused taking a
deep breath, “if you get turned on, you have to tell me.”

“If I have to tell you,
then really how good are you?” she teased back.

“Oh, this is already
going well. Shall we get started?”

“Make your best move,
Takao-kun.”

Takao took a deep
breath. “First, I’m gonna take off your shirt. Nice and slow, the material tickling
lightly over your skin waking up your nerve endings. They want me to touch
them, to caress them.”

Across the campus her
shirt did come off, the coolness of the room hardening her exposed nipples.

“Next I’d take off your
bra, tossing it to the floor, leaving your breasts exposed to my touch. I’d
palm them, molding and massaging, tweaking your nipples sending sensation
pooling to your cunt.”

She couldn’t stop a
breathy moan from escaping her lips and he smirked. Got her, hook, line and
sinker in the first two minutes, that had to be a new record. “I can hear you
like that, baby,” he confirmed. “How would you like my lips on your nipple?
Sucking, teeth nipping, my hand caressing and grasping the other?”

Lost to the sensation of
her own hand she whimpered, “Ye…yes.”

Takao stood quickly, the
fire in his blood making a jacket unnecessary. He walked briskly down the
stairs, but quietly so as not to bring her to suspicion. “When I’m done with
your breasts, I move down, kissing your stomach, licking your navel, tasting
every bit of skin that I can. You arch into my touch with want, only I can give
you what you need.” He could hear her breathing increase. “Are you touching yourself,
_________?”

“Yes,” she moaned and he
had to pause to adjust himself.

“Such a bad girl,” he
growled, racing across the campus, which was an interesting feat considering
the firmness of his dick. He paused in the stairwell of her dorm, voice low and
husky. “Imagine your fingers are my tongue. I’m licking you just the way you
like, making you squirm, your hips canting up with each lap. I’ll bet you can
just see me, smiling up from between your legs, bringing you to nirvana.”

“Oh god, Takao,” she whispered,
the sound her sex audible through the line; she must have put him on speaker so
both her hands could be free.

“You want me, don’t you
_________? You want my tongue on your cunt, my skilled hands touching your flesh.
Tell me! Tell me you want me!”

“I want you Takao,” she
cried and he could hear her through her door where he stood outside her room.

“Open the door, baby, I’m
here.”

She rushed to the door,
flinging it open. Takao took in the sight of her, hair mussed from moving her
head back and forth across her pillow, fingers slightly sticky with the drying
juices of her core. Her eyes were wide, irises blown black with lust and
longing. He wasted no time and slammed the door behind him, tearing off his
shirt and shucking his jeans in under fifteen seconds. When his cock sprung
free he groaned in relief.

His hands clenched the
waistband of her shorts, yanking them off before he shoved her on the bed.
Without pause he drove between her legs, tongue licking from base to clit.

“Takao!” she shouted,
fingers clenching his hair roughly. He didn’t stop, rolling his tongue over her
clit mercilessly, driving her desire, making her soaked. He needed her ready
and loose so he pushed two fingers in, scissoring to stretch for his entrance. Her
hips rolled up, back arching severely under the power of his manipulation. “Takao….Takao…please.”

He moaned appreciation
against her lips, pulling away and wiping the slick of her core from his mouth.
Shooting up her body, he latched onto a pert nipple sucking hard. She squealed,
body writhing beneath him. He covered her mouth with his in a deep, long kiss
before whispering against them, “I’m going to fuck you now,” then he thrust his
cock deep into her warmth.

“Kaz…unari,” she
whimpered and he nearly came right there.

“That’s right, say my
name, baby, say it!”

“Kazunari!”

Her voice was loud and
wanton, the feel of her skin divine. Takao reveled in the sensation of her nails
dragging trenches in the flesh of his back. He thrust forward again then pulled
away, back and forth in a bruising pace against her. The bed squeaked as the headboard
smacked violently against the wall, the smell of sex filling his nostrils. Takao
was so turned on, so needful of release that it hurt. Reaching down, he
swiveled his fingers against her clit.

“Oh god, yes!” she
shouted, pulling him closer.

“That’s it baby, come
you wanna cum? You wanna cum for me?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Then do it, cum hard!”

A keening wail exited
her mouth, body tensing, her inner walls squeezing his dick. “Fucking hell,” he
spat, pulling out just before he exploded. Much as he loathed to leave the
confines of her sex, he didn’t want to risk any accidents happening. His
breathing labored, sweat glistening on his brow as he grabbed a nearby towel
and wiped up the mess on her thighs.

She rolled over, sated,
and fell asleep. Looking at her in such a peaceful state, Takao felt a warmth emanate
from his chest outward. And when he realized what it was he cursed. “Damn it,
she was right.” But he would deal with that another time. For now, all he
wanted was to snuggle to her back and sleep.

So that’s exactly what
he did.

hmmmm how about HC with Bad Boy Bokuto figuring out his goody goody S/O smokes weed? Thank you~ -Definitely not @serves-up

I’m so sorry these are so short and lame. I’m working on my head canon skills but they are rusty.

The first time Bokuto smells that very distinct scent on her, he assumes it’s second hand exposure.

The second time he’s a bit skeptical that it would happen
twice so rapidly. That and she seems to be munching more than usual.

After the third time there’s no doubt, he can see the haze
in her eyes.

“Are you smoking pot?”

She pauses. “Maybe.”

He laughs. “Without me?”

When she complains she didn’t want to tempt him and risk his
position on the team he laughs harder.

Aside, Akaashi advises, “Coach knows, he doesn’t care
though cause it can help keep him calm.”

She tokes with Bokuto and Akaashi after that.