F and P dor Aomine Daiki? Thanks Jade ;)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Despite popular opinion that Aomine is a beast in bed (true as that may be) when it’s his first time with you, he is cautious.
Being open about sex, he’ll most likely know whether you’re a virgin or not before things ever progress this far.

But once he gets the green light from you, he’ll take it.

He starts off slow, learning what you like, what gets you going (or moaning rather).
Once he has a firm (hehe) idea of how to proceed, he’ll continue to lead, taking off your clothes and kissing every inch of skin he can.
Most likely, he’ll start with missionary, unless you want something else.
He’ll wrap his cock in a condom and lubricate well then part your legs carefully.
Virgin or not, he likes to start off with oral sex to help lube and loosen you up. And he’s really good at it!
He’ll lick, suck and tongue you until you’re begging to come, at which point he’ll gingerly insert one or two fingers, pumping as he sucks your clit.
Once you’ve had your first orgasm, he’ll move into position and push in. Super, super slow if you’re a virgin to give you a chance to get used to sex and his size in general.
If you’re a bit more experienced, he’ll go faster, moving into thrusting a bit sooner than with a first timer.
Either way, he makes sure you’re enjoying everything he’s doing; it’s no fun for him to only feel good.
His mouth will either find its way to your neck or your breasts, sucking and nibbling the skin to give you multiple points of stimulation.
Eventually, his thrusts will grow stronger and faster as he finds a good pace to impart pleasure to you both.
When he comes, he growls your name against your ear, the rumble of his chest against yours quite the aphrodisiac.
After you’ve both come, he’ll pull out, carefully remove and dispose of the condom, then spoon up to your backside, allowing both of you to fall into post-orgasmic slumber.

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Lap Dance: Pour Some Sugar On Me, by Def Leppard

Making Love: Talking Body, by Tove Lo

Sex Life: I want your sex, by George Michael

For the smut headcannons could you do B and J for Aomine please? Thank you!

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

As much as he can be impatient, Aomine does appreciate anticipation so impart a little bit of teasing before getting to the main birthday sex event.
Wear a sexy outfit, one that shows you off to best advantage, and take him out. Aomine can be a tad possessive but we also know he’s quite prideful and getting to watch other males drool over you with the knowledge that you’re his will get his motor revving.
Touch him a lot, meaning, hold his hand and caress the back of it with your thumb. Run your fingers up and down his forearm, lean into him, whisper in his ear to tickle the hairs of his neck.
When you get home, give this boy a lapdance and it will make his night.
Make sure to wear the classic school girl costume with ridiculously short skirt; he’ll be singing your praises all night.
Blow job, blow job, blow job. Did I mention blow job? Make sure this is on the menu for him, boy loves watching you wrap your pretty lips around his cock. Bonus points if you have on red lipstick.
When you’re done “servicing him” give him the greenlight to fuck you like he wants (within reason and parameters set of course).

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

As mentioned during the birthday sex head canons, Aomine is possessive and will have no problem making it blantantly clear who you belong to.
This can occur in one of two ways: a public gesture or marking.
With marking, it’s more a matter of Aomine loves seeing a hickey or bite marks he’s left on you as a point of pride; you let him do that to you because you want the world to know you’re taken and that to him is a huge turn on.
But with jealousy, Aomine comes a whole different beast. If he thinks someone is being too friendly (or perhaps you are with them) he has no qualms about dragging you away for a semi-private show of dominance.
He’ll heft you up against a wall, drive his tongue into your mouth and squeeze your ass until there’s no doubt you’ll have bruises.
Depending on the severity of the offense (imagines or otherwise) he’ll either rut his clothed dick against you until you’re whimpering for him to fuck you, at which point he’ll pretty much drop you and walk away (much as it pains him) or he’ll get you to that point, rip off your panties and actually fuck you senseless.
Either way, it ends with him affirming, “You’re mine, got it?”

K, M for Ahomine?

Since these go great together, they’re paired.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

The buzz of your cell phone wakes you, hand dashing to grab it before your bed partner wakes up, however unlikely that may be. Aomine needs at least four alarms and even then he’ll only get up when you literally kick his ass out of bed. Smiling to yourself, you rise, throwing a fluffy robe around your shoulders and slippers on your feet. Padding gently through the apartment, you smile at the soft fall of snow; it’s been a beautiful winter so far.

Entering the kitchen, you turn on the light, humming as you gather ingredients to make breakfast.

Rotating from the fridge, you gasp as your body collides with another, the eggs in your hand a lost cause to the floor. Hand over your chest, you push against his. “You scared the life out of me! Since when do you get up this early without provocation?”

“Who says I wasn’t provoked?” His voice is lower, still holding on to the dredges of sleep but casting your eyes downward brings into view the fact that he’s still fully naked…and raging hard.

“…You woke up like that?” you ask a bit breathless. No matter how many times you’ve been with him, the vision Aomine makes in the flesh is…well…breathtaking.

“Hmmmmhmmmm,” he moans, mouth now against your neck, fingers pulling at the knot of your robe. “And you’re gonna help me out.” With a final tug, he wrenches open the material and the cold of the room makes you shiver, body pressing into his instinctively. You can feel him grin against your skin, surprisingly warm hands trailing up your back to draw you even closer. Lifting you up, he turns but instead of taking you back to bed, he surprises you by shoving off whatever items reside on the breakfast bar and laying you flat against its surface.

You cry out, “Daiki, what on earth-” but further protests are silenced by his head burying itself between your thighs, he tongue prodding deeply into your tight, wet heat.

“It’s like you read my mind baby,” he says, voice muffled by your skin. “I was in the mood for something sweet for breakfast.”

F and O for Aomine please! Hope you’re doing well <3

I’m doing much better, thank you! Sorry these took so long! I lumped them together into one scene, I hope you enjoy it!

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Aomine has always talked a big game…about everything. From basketball to the bedroom, he’s proclaimed his talents but now, in the heat of the moment, he’s wondering if he’s doing it right. Do you like when he touches you? Is he making you uncomfortable with all the noises he makes? He hopes not, because he just can’t help it, this feels so good.

You feel so good and he’s not even in you yet.

He can’t kiss you fast enough, tongue eager to taste every inch so his movements are rapid, hands trailing over soft skin with a fervency born of absolute need.

“Please, let me, I wanna try it,” he asks against your mouth. Blushing, you avert your gaze but nod compliance to his request.

Grinning like he won the lottery, Aomine quickly moves toward the foot of the bed, positioning himself between your thighs. Up until now, he’s only touched you here and that was with your clothes still on. But here you are, spread before him and he’s looking at you like a starving man viewing a feast.

“Daiki.” Your voice is tiny, nerves and a little fear still present.

He looks up, rubbing his rough palm over the flesh of your inner thigh. “It’s ok baby, trust me. I’ll stop whenever you say to, ok?”His voice is gentle, more gentle than you’ve ever heard him speak.

You nod and he leans down again, making himself comfortable. Shifting his head, he opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and licks you from base to clit.

“Daiki,” you sigh, body both tensing and relaxing. He grins, diving back in, feeling around with his tongue, tasting your essence for the first time. A moan from your lips draws his attention up, his dick firming as he watches you play with your breasts while he pleasures your pussy. He sucks in one side of your lip, finger rubbing the other as he figures out what you like.

Moving up, he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue making you gasp out, “Oh, right there. Please, Daiki, that feels so good.”

He moans into you, lips pursing around your nub which he sucks and teases. Your moans are louder now, breath panting and the tremble of your thighs clues him in to your impending release. Carefully, he inserts one finger and crooks it up; which pushes you over the edge. You shout his name to the ceiling, body trembling as your orgasm rips through you. He draws it out as long as he can, only leaning up to take in breath when he’s sure he’s wrung all he can out of this one.

When he looks up again, your eyes are already on him, a blissful smile on your face.

“So I take it, you liked that?” he asks, smug grin in place.

You nod, heavy eyelids closing as you roll to your side. Aomine sits up, taking a drink of water and wiping his mouth clean then spoons up to your naked backside. Time enough for his turn later, right now, he just wants to hold you.

O and R for Daiki?

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

“Fuck baby, you feel so damn good!” Aomine hisses through clenched teeth, ramming into you harder, his pelvis colliding with your ass. You know he’s close by how firm his grip on your hips is. A smack to your cheek makes you cry out his name and you bear down on his dick with your inner walls. “Damn it, you know that’s gonna get me to come, you brat,” he half groans, half laughs. But it doesn’t stop him from pistoning like a madman into you.

A few seconds later, he stills pressed in as deep as he can, fingers digging bruises into your flesh as he unleashes his seed into the condom.

Pulling out, he flops to his back, not even bothering to remove the full load.

“That, was literally fucking awesome,” he pants. Casting side eyes to you, he grins. “Now straddle my face, it’s your turn.”

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aomine couldn’t help it, you looked just too damn good. Casting his glance from side to side and finding the shop girl busy with another patron, he swiftly entered the dressing room, drawing a startled squeak from your lips.

Before you could process what was happening, he had you pressed against the mirror, hand trailing under the dress you’d yet to take off and sliding along the line of your panties.

“Daiki, get out!” you whispered harshly.

“Mmmmm, don’t you mean, get in?” he purred against the shell of your ear, finger teasing the top of your sex. “You look so damn sexy baby, please, let me fuck you.”

“You’re insatiable, I swear.” You tried to sound annoyed but your breathy sigh gave him just enough of a green light to keep going.

“Don’t kid yourself, you know this turns you on as much as it does me,” he insisted, mouth trailing hot wet kisses down your throat.

Just as he was about to unbuckle his pants, a knock on the door startled you both.

“Are you ok miss? I think your boyfriend may have wandered off, would you like me to find him?”

Aomine chuckled but your elbow to his stomach had him coughing and you fake coughing to cover his noise.

“No…no thank you! I’m pretty much done, he’s probably just in the car!”

“Oh, ok. Let me know if I can be of any help.”

“You can help by getting the fuck out of here,” Aomine grumbled.

“What was that?” she asked, twisting the knob.

“Nothing! Sorry, just arguing with the dress, I’m really alright!”

A beat passed, then her footsteps moved away.

“Daiki, let go, I’ll give you a blowjob when we get home,” you offered, pushing on the mirror to force him backwards but he held firm, erection pushing against your ass.

“I’m not going out there with this raging boner, so you best do something about it now,” he grunted, trailing your hand to the front of his pants.

“It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself! Just think of something unpleasant, like Kise’s coach naked or something.”

His face twisted to agony, mind’s eye going where he didn’t want it despite his best effort, deflating him rather quickly. He smacked your ass before opening the door. “You’re gonna pay for that, wench.”

May I request a soulmate au (whichever the kind you prefer), simply fluff with Hanamiya, Aomine and Akashi? (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) thank you <3

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the one with the timer of your first meeting ; first encounters!

AKASHI: Akashi tended to avoid things as absurd as fate. The idea of soulmates was something that had been passed down generations and, as a slight skeptic, a concept he didn’t really believe in. The only truth he believed in was tenacity and diligence — both of which had placed him upon the throne he sat today, not luck.

All the magic that came with finding your loved one, the sparkles and butterflies people spoke so fondly of, was almost blatantly horrifying. This was perhaps the reason why Akashi never really did look down on his timer, not after he decided that he would wait until he fell in love to check. Love at first sight was blind faith and he didn’t give much thought to it.

Until you that was. Meeting you had been somewhat accidental, a bumping of shoulders as you rushed down the sidewalk. Your hair caught in the wind as you whirled around, eyes blown wide in surprise, your pretty lips parting. It was almost cinematic, that moment. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, stumbling over your own feet and straight into his arms. It was comical to say the least but Akashi gave it no further thought as he caught you easily, reassuring you that it was okay. “I-I—oh my God, this is embarrassing, I’m super sorry. I have to run but I’m really sorry again!”

Something in his heart kicked him, urged him to ask for your name and introduce himself to you. But, again, he figured it was just a momentary lapse in judgment. As you looked down at where your arms were joined, wrists close to each other, he, for the first time in a very long time, looked at the numbers.

00:00:00 – your eyes widened even bigger. “Um,” you started, blinking.

“Akashi,” he suddenly said, wondering what in the world pushed him to do so. “It’s—lovely to finally meet you.”

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42 kissing prompt with Ahomine ;)

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.

1, 21, 26 for ushiwaka and aomine’s asks ;;) thank you

1: What does their bedroom look like?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans
if things don’t work out?

Ushiwaka

1: I imagine him living in on campus dorms so that he’s always
close to the gym for practice. It’s sparely decorated, if at all, most likely
consisting of school issued furniture. His bedding would probably be black,
clean and simple but a really expensive “help you sleep amazingly”
pillow. Closet is well organized with his uniforms (school and volleyball) and
practice clothes taking up the most real estate. He doesn’t go out much so
having “street clothes” isn’t a priority. Really, the only outside
decoration come in the form of gag gifts given to him by Tendo just to see if
he’ll keep them. A faux potted plant, Sailor Moon lamp and tiger striped rug
are evidence he does. He’s barely there anyway, so why would silly gifts bother
him?

21: Turn-on: a girl who understands his devotion to volleyball
and supports him. You’d probably manage to catch his attention if you gave him
a care package for an away game and a simple note not telling him to do his
best but telling him he is the best. Hey, he may have mocked Oikawa for his
useless pride but that doesn’t mean he isn’t prideful himself.

Turn-off: anyone who considers themselves higher than they
should. We know this to be true for his volleyball opponents so it stands to
reason he’d think the same thing about a girl who talks big but has nothing to
show for it.

26: playing volleyball professionally. He has no doubt he will
but should the unthinkable happen and it doesn’t come to pass, he’ll probably
be a coach, never mind the fact he doesn’t talk much.

Aomine

1: Messy. There are clothes strewn about, wrappers from fast
food or candy overflowing from the trash can, a few basketballs in odd places.
He has blackout curtains since this boy loves his sleep. There’s naughty
magazines shoved under the mattress and idol memorabilia on one of his mostly
empty bookshelves. His room is fully his domain and he uses it to quite
literally get away from it all.

21: Turn-on: a girl with body confidence. Small, big, doesn’t
matter, if she has the proper confidence he’ll take notice. Sure, he’s
dominantly one who appreciates a more well-endowed figure but he isn’t set on
one type.

Turn-off: being bitchy to Momoi. Sure, he gives her shit all the
time but she’s like his sister, it comes with the territory. And yeah, she can
be a little annoying but he cares about her and if you’re rude or say a serious
insult to or about her, you can bet he’ll be walking in the opposite direction
and not looking back.

26: Same as Ushiwaka, he plans to go pro in his sport but now
that Kagami has beaten him he’s added fight training to his regiment. Can’t be
a professional basketball player? He’ll be the first from Japan to win the
Ultimate Fighter and join the UFC.

(Excessively detailed meme) 20, 22, & 49 for Aomine please

#20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Not really, he’s been fairly
healthy his whole life but there was
that incident with Momo when they were, like four years old, and he freaked out
because she kissed his cheek and he was convinced he’s contracted cooties.

#22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do,
what would happen?

Given his laziness, probably not
much, but if he were really bored and
there was nothing, nothing, nothing
to do he might list out his favorite idols and the memorabilia items he still
needs/wants to get.

#49: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their
fighting style like?

Well, we’ve seen how he handled
Haizaki and I imagine he’d be like that in pretty much any fight. Cool and
calm, with excellent body control, able to put down his attacker fairly quickly
because of his size and speed.

[Date-KNB] I hope self-ships are allowed? :D #4, Me & Aomine. Thanks!

Hello dear! Thank you for your patience while I got this one
sorted out. I really hope you like it!

Shifting your feet nervously, you clench Daiki’s hand tightly.

“You ok?” he asks lowly and you nod.

After weeks and weeks of classes you’re finally here; your first
dance competition. You still can’t believe you ever convinced Daiki to do this
with you. Truthfully, it was like pulling teeth to even get him to the first
class, but after some basic lessons both of you picked up on it fast; you
because you’re enthusiastic and would practice relentlessly and he because his
natural athleticism and ability to control his body. When the instructor pretty
much forced you to join the amateur competition you were sure Daiki would bolt,
especially when it was announced that each couple would have to dress in the era
of the dance they were doing; and you were given ballroom/ renaissance.

Daiki was quite resistant to the idea, that is until he saw you
in your dress for the first time. Being a breast man, the sight of you trussed
up in a way too tight corset, cleavage spilling out was enough to convince him
it wouldn’t be so bad; until he saw what he
had to wear.

After some argument and alterations to make the pants a little
less restrictive (“Didn’t the men have dicks back then?” “Daiki,
hush!”) you both were finally attired in your costumes.

Walking to the center of the dance floor you feel sweat trickle
down your neck and back, both from your nerves and from the bright lights.
Getting into position, you look up into Daiki’s handsome face, a bright smile
on your own. He smirks down at you, eyes focused; you’re pleased to see he’s
taking this seriously.

As the music starts up, you step in time with your man, whirling about the
floor with steps you’ve practiced until your feet bled. You can’t stop smiling,
so happy to be doing something you love so much with someone you love so much.

He pulls you closer, his head leaning down to whisper, “You
know, I never realized how sexy full gowns could be but you’re making these
pants very uncomfortable.”

“Daiki!” you hiss whisper, “This is a refined dance you can’t be
thinking things like that!”

He chuckles as he spins you out. Drawing you back in even closer,
his mouth next to your ear he says, “What? You think those royals and nobles never
got the urge? Please, I bet they were more perverted than me.”

He pulls back, shifting his gaze to look deliberately at your
heaving chest, your rapid inhale and exhale of oxygen a combination of the effort
to move in this heavy dress along with his heated gaze making you decidedly warm.
Daiki licks his lips, his eyes holding a decidedly hungry look in them.
Pressing his hand more firmly into your back he pulls you as close as possible,
your chest compressing against his.

Looking you straight in the eye he says lowly, “I want to
take you now.”

You can’t stop the shiver that courses down your spine, sure
that your face is tomato red as your boyfriend seduces you in front of all
these people. Distracted, you almost miss the cue to turn but find your
footing, twirling out from his embrace then being tugged back in. One hand
splays over his chest and you can feel his heart racing.

Just a few more circuits you think, eyes locked with his. The rest
of the room may as well not be there for all the attention you’re giving it;
you’re completely focused on Daiki.

One last twirl out then back in and you’re done, bowing to each
other as the room fills with polite applause. The judges expound on your
technique, praising your chemistry and intensity as all the while Daiki is
trailing slow, soft circles on the exposed skin of your upper back.

Thankfully, you and Daiki were the last to go meaning the
judging is done and the awards about to be issued. Surprisingly, you take
second in your category. The medal is barely in your hand before Daiki whisks you up
into his arms and exits the room hastily.

Arms around his neck you warn, “You better not rip this
Daiki, I paid a lot of money for it.”

He finds a dark hallway, pining you against the wall, the layers
of your dress practically swallowing his lower half. Eager lips caress your own
before trailing down your neck to your bodice encased chest. He lavishes the
top of your breasts, giving firm love bites here and there making you gasp and
moan despite efforts to be quiet.

“I hope you’re ready to lose your voice babe, I’m gonna
have you screaming all night, refinery be damned!” he says kissing you
firmly before gathering you up once more and heading to the car.