He’s running late, and of course can’t find his keys, his wallet or his scarf; the really fluffy one that keeps the cold at bay and is his favorite color.
But just as Asahi is thinking he’s done for, Daichi comes to the rescue, shoving his jacket into his arms, with a gruff, “Your stuff’s in the pockets, dingbat.”
Asahi smiles despite the insult, especially when Daichi wraps that favorite scarf around his neck and tugs him down for a good day kiss.
A gift to Ari for always helping me with my crappy grammar (although Emma_Trevelyan helped me this time so I could keep this all a surprise for you). She also gave her blessing to add in Dom Asahi because it just seemed to fit with this prompt set so well.
“Asa-kun, I have a favor to ask. Well, not so much a favor as a question. It’s just that… it seemed better to come to you directly rather than—“
“Sacchan you’re making my anxiety creep up,” Asahi says setting down his cup of coffee. When his best friend asked him out to coffee and gossip he’d been prepared for just that. His brow furrows; “Is it Suga? Did something happen?”
Tendou waves wild hands at his question, eyes wide. “No! I mean, yes, it involves Koushi-kun but it’s not bad, I promise!”
“Then why do you look like you’re about to pass out? Did you eat this morning?” Asahi asks, pushing the remaining half of his pastry across the table.
Tendou eyes it, licking his lips but shakes his head, determined to just say it . “I want to wear that new lingerie I told you about, have you bind me and then you blow Suga, while I watch.”
Asahi nods along until the last words register. He lowers his voice, mindful of people around them not wanting to inadvertently eavesdrop on other people’s kinks, “You want to me to blow your boyfriend—one of my best friends—while you watch?”
Tendou nods rapidly, a wild smile on his face. “That’s what I said!”
“Much too loudly for decent society,” Asahi mumbles glancing round. He’s secure but there are limits.
“Sorry,” Tendou whispers, still loud but it’s so cute Asahi smiles.
He reaches across the table, taking long skinny fingers into his large warm hand and squeezes; “Have you talked to Suga about this?”
Tendou bites his bottom lip but lets it go when Asahi shakes his head slightly.
“I… I kinda wanted it to be a surprise?” Tendou says, his tone more a question than statement.
Again Asahi shakes his head. “You know I can’t do that. For one, professionally, all parties need to be aware and agree to what’s going on. And second, Suga and I are friends, that adds another layer entirely.”
Not that he’s opposed to it, not at all. Suga’s quite the looker when he’s not being a little shit but Asahi has no clue how he’ll take this.
Still, if Sacchan really wants this… “I could always set you up with one of my colleagues. You know, someone not personally known.” He shrugs. “Could add on another fantasy, sex with a stranger.”
But Tendou isn’t hearing it. “I want you to do it… him… you know what I mean.” He sighs dramatically, returning the hand squeeze before falling back into his chair. “You… you’re the best and I’d… I don’t think I’d enjoy it as much if it weren’t you. In fact, I know I wouldn’t.”
Asahi’s heart warms at Tendou’s trust and he takes pity on his pouting face. “Fine,” he says slowly, “I agree to it but only if we do it my way, which means asking Suga first.”
“But that’ll spoil the surprise,” Tendou whines.
Asahi chuckles, “I’m sure Suga will still be quite surprised by all this.”
“Fine, spoilsport.” He takes out his phone but as he unlocks it, a smile replaces his pout. Whatever’s on the screen must be from Suga.
Speak of the devil.
Asahi’s heart gives a flutter, grateful his best friend found someone who—while a handful in his own right—is genuinely a good person and treats Sacchan like a prince.
“I have time to talk with you both this afternoon, not that I’d planned on a working lunch but…” Asahi trails off with a smile.
Tendou snaps his attention back to him, his ridiculously giddy smile still in place. “Perfect! Koushi-kun just got home. His meeting was over quicker than expected!”
They finish their tea, gather their jackets and walk out onto the sidewalk, Tendou’s nerves showing in the way he chatters about everything under the sun.
Curled up in his favorite chair, Suga takes a long sip of perfectly warm, spiced chai tea; adding a dash of cayenne was a great idea, giving it just that little extra oomph he’s looking for.
Satori’s text has him intrigued. It’s not that he minds Asahi coming over, quite the contrary; it’s been too long since he and Dai joined them for game night. But he knows his boyfriend and even through text he can sense he’s excited about something and when Satori is that excited, Suga can’t help having an element of wariness creeping into his curiosity.
It isn’t long before he hears the trek of feet on the stairs mixed with Satori—oh, his voice is highly pitched they must really have a doozy for him—talking more than a mile a minute.
He calls over the din, “It’s open!”
The knob turns, letting in a stream of afternoon sunlight that catches Satori’s bright-hued hair just right and Suga feels his lips curling up at the sight; god he’s gorgeous.
A moment later, Asahi ascends into view, looming tall and broad, the same beams that highlighted Satori casting him in backlight making him seem bigger. No wonder people shy away from him all the time, the man doesn’t even have to try to be intimidating. But when he does…
Suga shivers just slightly at the vision the two make, feeling a tiny twinge of guilt for finding his friend so damn sexy; especially when he’s got his arm around his sweet, silly boyfriend helping to steady him as he almost trips taking off his shoes.
”I thought you were drinking tea and here I find you tipsy,” Suga jests, standing to offer a hug to Asahi and adds, “thanks for making sure he doesn’t break his neck.”
“Sacchan protection squad, that’s me,” Asahi chuckles returning the hug.
“I can take care of myself,” Satori whines, just as he smacks the back of his hand against the key shelf. “Ow…. ugh that hurt.”
“C’mere, ya one man typhoon,” Suga coaxes, pressing a soft kiss to the injured spot; it’s fiery red and will probably bruise. He gets Satori to the couch next to him, still holding his hand and gestures with the other for Asahi to sit down.
“And we did only have tea,” Satori pouts.
Suga flashes a grin. “Did someone slip you rum, then?”
Satori pouts more and it shouldn’t be so cute. “Koushi, stop teasing this is… it’s…” he trails off, looking to Asahi for help.
“What happened to your eagerness earlier?” Asahi asks.
“I… it… I’m am! But somehow—“
“Will someone please just tell me what the hell’s going on? I’ll have you know, I have a rather vivid imagination,” Suga complains.
“Suga, Sacchan wants me to bind him.”
“That’s not unus—“
“And watch me blow you.”
Suga blinks, mouth forming an “o” but no sound comes out. Well… that’s new. He glances at Satori who is vibrating with something between nerves and excitement. Suga swallows against a suddenly very dry mouth; “Maybe I need to work on my imagination.”
Asahi snorts as Satori cries out, “Be serious Koushi! It took a lot to admit that!”
Suga quirks an amused eyebrow. “Asahi did the admitting.”
“And he’s a lot of man so… it fits!”
Suga and Asahi both laugh, the former gathering Tendou’s hands into his. “Why couldn’t you tell me that?” he asks gently.
Tendou shrugs, dropping his gaze to their interlocked fingers. “Sometimes… sometimes I feel like even now, after all you know about me and all we’ve been through, you’ll think I’m a freak about… about my kinks. So when it came time to actually say it…” he pauses to look at Asahi. “Thank god you’re a professional, my idea would have ended in disaster.”
Asahi makes a quiet noise of understanding and nods while Suga draws Tendou into a warm embrace, kissing his temple and stroking fingers through his hair. “One, I already know you’re a freak, two it’s one of the things I love about you because it’s you and three,” he pulls back, cupping Tendou’s cheeks, “I’m just as freaky.” His smile speaks volumes to that truth.
Tendou’s eyes begin to light up, the burden of worry replaced with elation. “So… does that mean you agree?”
Suga casts a sidelong glance at Asahi, eyes him up and down then grins. “Who wouldn’t want Tall, Dark and Gorgeous over there on his knees for them?”
He’s gratified to see Asahi blush.
A moment later it’s gone as Asahi shifts from his usual glass hearted self to professional Dom, his face relaxed but expression serious. “OK, so logistics wise… Sacchan tied up—do you want rope, straps, cuffs…”
Tendou looks at Suga, squeezing his hands. “Whatever you wanna see me in, so you pick.”
Suga considers for a moment then asks, “Are you wearing anything or fully nude?”
“I have a new piece… it’s, um, lacy,” Tendou replies.
“Color?” Suga asks next, working to not get an erection.
“Black.”
Yep, dick’s getting harder. Suga clears his throat, crosses one leg over the other, only just catching the hint of amusement in Asahi’s eyes but he ignores it in favor of answering the question, “If you’ve got leather, I like the aesthetic of it with lace.”
Asahi nods. “I have oodles of leather.” He takes out his phone, tapping in a few notes.
Suga snorts, “Please tell me you don’t use the word “oodles” with any of your other clients.”
“Only with you nerds. Now, as far as set up goes… Sacchan, you want to be bound on the bed– oh did you want a gag, too?”
Tendou shakes his head; “No, I wanna be able to talk to Koushi. I think… I think that would be better, don’t you?” He turns to direct the question to his boyfriend.
Suga hums in consideration but then smiles, leans in close and whispers, “You know how much I love hearing your pretty moans, lovey.”
Tendou shivers, closing his eyes, the smallest of whimpers breaking into the quiet room.
Across it, Asahi clears his throat, “Focus, children, else no threesome for you.”
Suga giggles and draws away from Tendou but keeps a hand on his knee, his thumb tracing back and forth. “Sorry, master , we’ll behave.”
Asahi gives him a look. “You’re a little shit, you know that Suga?”
The grin Suga gives him could give the devil chills.
“Anyway, back to business,” Asahi continues, “I’ll bring an arrangement of leather restraints, we can test a few for compatibility with your outfit Sacchan, also for comfort. Now, as to action. We have Sacchan on the bed looking bound up and pretty,” he flashes a grin at the red head, “and at the foot of it Suga standing with me on my knees giving him the best damn blow job of his life—sorry Sacchan it’s true—and,” Asahi’s smile turns dangerous, “he doesn’t get to come until I say so… which will be after I’ve edged him and he’s fucked Sacchan.”
Satori whimpers at that, while Suga merely mouths fuck ; he’s really gonna give it to Satori tonight.
“So, next weekend work for you both?” Asahi asks back to his business tone as he looks at his calendar.
Suga nods rapidly before moving to straddle Satori’s lap, carding fingers through fire-red tresses that he tugs. Satori’s mouth falls open in a gasp but Suga claims his moan with his lips, tongue sliding in against the other’s.
“I’ll just show myself out,” Asahi chuckles, making way to leave but not before catching sight of Suga breaking the kiss long enough to whip off his shirt before diving back in, Sacchan’s long fingers raking down pale flesh leaving angry red marks; “Though it is tempting to watch… so pretty…”
But he doesn’t, forcing himself to walk out and shut the door. He’ll get a full show in a week… with participation privileges. Still, that minor display after their chat has him riled up and headed for home in a hurry. Poor Daichi… he’s no idea what’s coming.
The week feels tortuously long but finally Saturday arrives and Asahi is on his way from the station to Suga and Sacchan’s apartment. On his shoulder hangs a bag full of goodies that should the mild-mannered public around him ever catch a glimpse inside of they’ll be even more afraid of him; he can feel the odd looks at his leather pants as it is. In a way, it makes him feel smug rather than sad. They don’t know what they’re missing.
He mounts the stairs, reaches the door and knocks. Immediately it swings open, a very twittery Sacchan reaching to grab his wrist and drag him in; “Fuck Asa-kun I’m so excited I can’t even. This week has been hell .”
Asahi manages not to trip over the floor rug and sets his bag down. In a firm, low voice he says, “Sacchan, take a deep breath.” His hands settle on the other’s shoulders, eyes finding his and he inhaled deeply. “I know you’re looking forward to this but I don’t want you so worked up you lose focus ok?”
Sacchan nods rapidly, mimicking Asahi’s long slow breathing, exhaling the nervous tension in his body as best he can. After a few deep breaths, he nods more slowly. “Th… thanks. I’m ok now.”
“Good. Now, show me what you’re planning on wearing and we’ll figure out the restraints to go with it.”
Some of the energy is back as Sacchan rushes towards the bedroom but it’s less frantic so Asahi doesn’t say anything. He hums approval as he enters, glad to see Sacchan (or maybe Suga) have the area well prepared. The area is lit in soft light by candles placed well away from where they could accidentally be knocked over if things get energetic, their scent a light floral without being too perfumed.
On the floor under one of the bedside tables is a bucket with white wine chilling in ice while under its partner on the other side is another with water, no ice. Asahi opens the drawer above the water side and nods; easy to eat snacks in the form of granola bars and bananas. In the wine side’s are condoms, lube, moist towelettes and dry towels.
“You prepped well,” Asahi compliments.
“Thanks, it was Koushi’s idea. He said to rearrange anything you need… we weren’t sure on aesthetics vs. function.”
Asahi turns to tell him everything looks fine but the words catch in his throat and he swallows them back down; Sacchan looks ravishing . With his pale skin, black is definitely his color and the lace… oh the lace… a teddy, with high cut thigh lines showing off those gorgeous, long legs. The bodice portion clings to his body like a dream but looks soft, instills a sense of innocence incongruous with the scene about to unfold and Sacchan’s hands covering his crotch only add to that impression.
Asahi reaches forward unthinkingly, trails the tips of his fingers over Tendou’s outer thigh, asking in hushed tones, “Did you… shave for this?”
Sacchan nods shyly. “I liked the feel better… do you think it was a bad idea?”
Asahi shakes his head very slowly. There isn’t much that could be done if he had thought it a bad move but he doesn’t give voice to that. “You look amazing, Suga is going to lose his mind.”
Sacchan blushes all the way to his roots and it’s one of the biggest mixes of sweet and sexy Asahi’s seen in quite some time… maybe ever.
He blinks, remembers he has a job to do here and he better get on it since Suga will be home soon. They’d decided parameters of the play today—the big ticket items—through email but some things (like Sacchan’s outfit and the restraint set up) were left out, giving a nod to his want of surprising his lover.
Asahi lifts his bag, setting it on the bed. The comforter has been removed and the top sheet pulled back; the lavender color of the fabric will work extremely well with Sacchan’s color scheme. Asahi opens the bag, the zipper sounding loud in the room which reminds him; “Did you want music playing or no?”
“Um, not sure, what do you think?”
Asahi considers then shakes his head. “I think not, don’t want anything to deter from the screaming I’ll have you both doing.”
He doesn’t miss the shaky breath Sacchan lets out at that and smiles, focusing on becoming the Dom need him to be.
“Ok,so I have two minds about this,” he says, beginning to draw out items and lay them on the mattress, “Suga said he wanted leather which made me think of this new cuff set I’ve been dying to try.” He holds them up, turning this way and that; “You’d be bound by your wrists and ankles with a strap in the middle, basically trussed up like the piece of meat you are…”
Sacchan trembles slightly as he reaches to take and examine this option. He asks hesitantly, “What was your other mind thinking?”
Asahi chuckles, pulling out his whip. His eyes darken as he coils it between his large hands, the snap loud in the room. “I’ll tie you up with your arms completely bound to your sides, kneeling on the bed, watching me pleasure your man.”
Sacchan whimpers, eyes darting back and forth between the two choices. It’s hard to decide which Suga would like best (though probably either he’ll be into).
“Tell me your thoughts,” Asahi says, voice low but sweeter.
“Um, well, the cuffs make me think he’d be able to see my outfit better? Cause the whip will cover most of it…”
“I can set the arch to however far you want. It’ll be tight and secure but I’m not going to bend you in half… unless that’s what you want.”
Tendou hums in consideration then nods. “Not too steep an arch sounds good but yeah, I want Koushi to be able to see the piece.”
“It’s so lovely I can’t blame you. Plus, now I get to see the new toy in action,” Asahi says wrapping and setting the whip back in the bag. He slides his jacket and shirt off to lay them inside as well and zips it up before setting it in the closet, shutting the door.
“So many muscles,” Tendou sighs, eyes a bit hazy.
“I have an image to maintain, plus have you seen my boyfriend? He’s a lot of man to handle.”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that actually,” Tendou says and the admission has Asahi’s cock twitching. Confident as he is, Daichi has continued to demur from them being watched together, but maybe some day, if it were Sacchan and Suga… Asahi shakes his head.
“Ok,” Asahi claps his hands, “lets get you tied up baby.”
I wonder what he’s wearing
Suga climbs the stairs eagerly, his heart speeding up with every step he takes, closer to a night unlike any he’s sure he’s ever had. Initially it felt cruel to have to wait a week for this but Suga begrudgingly admits to himself it was for the best. It’s given time for he and Satori to talk more about their kinks, share fetishes or fantasies they were previously too shy or even scared to admit to one another; including that both of them had wondered what it would be like to have a threesome.
It’d been mentioned before, usually in the middle of drunken laughing fits about who among their friends would be the funniest to try it with. But they’ve never seriously discuss it, not till now, not till Asahi.
A shiver of anticipation runs up Suga’s spine. He knows even with Asahi on his knees for him, this is his show; at least in regards to directing. He—Sugawara Koushi—is the star for Tendou Satori.
“I want to watch you feel good from a different vantage. To watch you getting worked up, ready to take me… I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
Satori had said that two nights ago, and it’s played over and over in his head since then.
He reaches the door and turns the knob only to find it locked. Suga half draws his keys out then smiles, lifting a hand to knock. The latch clicks, the door opens and his mouth almost drops; Asahi and leather pants are a very good combination.
“Suga, welcome home.” Asahi steps aside, gesturing for him to enter which he does, shivering with anticipation as he shuts the door and locks it again. “Remove your clothing and put this on,” Asahi orders, his voice even and calm, assured his directions will be followed as he hangs a black silk robe on one of the coat hooks.
A short sharp spark of embarrassment shoots through Suga at the thought of stripping before Asahi but he either picks up on it or it’s part of the play to not watch because when Suga turns around Asahi is already headed down the hall, his back to him.
Don’t overthink it, just do it
Suga strips quickly, sighing as the slick cool material slides over his skin, his nerves tingling for want of touch, anticipation making everything feel more intense.
He ties it up, folds his clothes and sets them on the couch then heads down the hall to join Asahi who stands waiting next to the not fully closed bedroom door and gives him a wicked smile. “Your pleasure awaits,” he says, voice low, laced with lust and brimming with promise, his large palm pressing open the door to reveal…
Suga’s sure his heart has stopped.
Satori is on his knees, wrists and ankles bound behind him, his cock tantalizing encased in sheer fabric. Suga wants to lick it, wants to suck his balls through it, wants to tease him. He manages to whisper, “You look so lovely.”
There’s a soft answering whimper from the bed, Satori’s eyes half lidded but full of longing; Suga wonders how long Asahi’s had him tied up like this.
Asahi leans in closer, his breath hot on Suga’s ear making him shiver. Sometimes he forgets just how much taller he is than him but he remembers it now, senses his power and his will, feels the heat radiating off him; “He does look a sight doesn’t he? You want the full tour before we get started? Or should I leave you a few surprises?”
Suga takes in a shuddering breath, feels himself leaning into Asahi’s broad chest; “Sur… surprise me, please.”
Asahi grins, pleased that Suga is falling so, so easily into submission. It’s a bit of a pity, he was looking forward to breaking him, but they have a long way to go yet. He wraps his arms around Suga’s waist, feels him jump at the contact but he doesn’t move. Sacchan’s eyes open wider, he knows things are about to get started; “Remember the rules, sweetheart, if you can’t behave I will gag you. But maybe you want that, hmmm?”
Sacchan shakes his head no, settles back down again to watch.
“Good boy,” Asahi reassures, thick fingers deftly undoing the knot settled at Suga’s bellybutton. Into his ear he murmurs, “Seeing as your boy is tied up for the moment, it’s my job to get you warmed up. Are you ok with that?” He trails the tip of his nose from the back of Suga’s ear down, drawing goosebumps with his breath, his lips just close enough for the hairs on Suga’s neck to stand at attention, his nerve endings anticipating touch.
Suga nods but it only earns him a smack to the ass making him gasp.
“Words, sugar, we all know you’ve got enough of them usually,” Asahi growls.
Another shuddering breath and then, “Yes, I… I’m ok with it.”
“Good.” Asahi finishes untying the robe, pulls the collar and it slips off effortlessly with a whisk to the floor, exposing soft, pale, beautiful skin that he wants desperately to mark but won’t; Suga isn’t his to claim.
Suga lets out a quiet moan as Asahi trails his hands over his outer thighs, wrapping into the inner join of his hip, spreading him, putting him further on display for Sacchan’s enjoyment. He feels the quiver of nerves, hears the slight whimper of protest but Suga isn’t fighting him, is letting him do as he pleases and fuck if it isn’t making Asahi hard enough to pound nails.
Suga keeps his eyes locked with Satori’s, mouthing, “I love you” because he feels strangely vulnerable and needs to reassure him of his affection.
Another gasp escapes his lips when Asahi fastens his against the side of his throat, one hand rubbing circles on his inner thigh while the other teases the very bottom of his sack. Asahi sucks his skin, sending tendrils of pleasure shooting from the point of contact down, pooling heat rapidly in Suga’s belly, stirring his cock to life with very little effort.
“You’re both so pretty,” Asahi murmurs, giving a nip to the skin making Suga jolt in his hold.
“He looks… amazing Asahi,” Suga pants, fighting to keep his eyes open, but they fall shut anyway the longer and harder Asahi sucks into his skin, keeping his hand frustratingly near but far from his cock, its tip glistening in the candle light.
Tendou feels a blush creeping across his face seeing Suga look at him like that, watching him be teased, his cock getting harder by the second. He wants to fall against the mattress, rut against it so, so badly but he won’t, remembering Asahi’s warning.
For every act of disobedience I won’t let Suga come for a minute. And you know how long a minute is when your cock is flush and ready.
So he stays as still as possible, wills himself to just watch like he wanted though he’s second guessing the wisdom of listening to his own ideas right about now, especially when his mouth is watering, his jaw aching to open and take Suga’s cock, suck him, make him feel good and moan for him.
Suga’s neck is sporting a nice red mark by now, Asahi unable to help himself from leaving a small reminder of himself from this night. His eyes open suddenly, darting to Sacchan’s and he grins; “You’ve been a very good boy, so far Sacchan. I think it’s time I start giving Koushi bit of a blow. What do you think?”
Sacchan nods rapidly, breathing heavily through parted lips he continually licks. It must be torture, having Suga’s cock so near and yet so far, to not be allowed to talk to him much less touch him while he’s so pliant, so soft, so… good.
Fuck they are both so, so pretty.
Asahi gives a kiss to Suga’s cheek, walks around him, blocking Sacchan’s view momentarily. “First things first, take off my pants, sugar, don’t want me to be too uncomfortable, do you?”
Suga grins salaciously, the look in his eyes sharpening ever so slightly as his fingers trail into the waistband of Asahi’s skin tight leather pants. “This is a good look for you,” he compliments, snapping them against Asahi’s tight lower abs. “It’s a wonder Daichi lets you out of the house like this.”
“He only lets me because I wear a long coat over it all.” Asahi grabs his wrist, tugging him close. “And you get one freebie, anything else outta line and I’ll make you cry. Or your boy… whichever I see fit.”
Suga shivers in his hold, dropping his eyelids to half mast and nods, moves his hands back to undo the clasp and zipper and tugs down. The pants are so tight he finds he has to kneel to get them off, getting an eyeful of Asahi’s alarmingly large cock as he does. He wants to suck it so bad, see how far he can take him before crying uncle. Maybe another time… if their partners are into the idea.
He stands and tilts his chin up invitingly, can’t stop himself from snarking, “Well, you gonna stand there all night?”
Asahi snorts, leans in and kisses Suga… hard. His mouth dominates his easily, his tongue ring teasing the roof of it and he knows Suga’s going weak-kneed just from this. Suga’s cock bumps against his thigh and he wraps a large hand around his seriously cute bubble butt, pulling them flush together, his hand weaving into Suga’s hair, tugging. He swallows Suga’s moans, kisses him until his lips are red and his cock is firm. He bites his lower lip; “So impatient brat, that’s gonna cost ya.”
Suga isn’t sure whether to be excited or scared by that but he has little time to consider it further when Asahi drops to his knees and takes his cock in his mouth all in one go making him gasp. It’s overwhelming, being taken all the way to the hilt with no warning; Sacchan can deep throat but this is ridiculous. Suga’s mouth fall open, his tongue working to form words but all he manages is a gasp of Asahi’s name before his eyes find Satori’s again.
Even from here he can see the man he loves quaking, a mixture of pleasure and pain on his face as he watches his fantasy come to life. “Kou..shi..” he whimpers.
Immediately Asahi releases Suga’s dick and says, “That’s one, sweetheart.”
Satori lets out noise of distress but says nothing else, bites his tongue to keep from groaning; he doesn’t want his Koushi to hurt.
“One? One what?” Suga asks breathlessly.
“Never you mind sugar, let’s get back to business,” Asahi remarks, sucking the tip before taking him all the way once more.
“Shit, Asahi, fuck. You keep that up and I’ll-”
“You’ll come when I say you can and not a second sooner, Sugawara Koushi,” Asahi snaps, then he’s back to sucking, adding an ass massage for good measure.
The front of Tendou’s teddy is soaked with precum, his cock hard and throbbing, his wrists and ankles aching from pulling on the restraints, but it’s his jaw that hurts the most. He wants to talk, wants to beg and moan prettily for his lover but he can’t, not until Koushi asks for it. So he pleads with his eyes, tries to use that fantastic ability they so often seem to have at knowing just what the other is thinking.
But Asahi’s mouth is quite a distraction and Koushi’s eyes close, his hand weaving absentmindedly through long, luscious hair.
“You can pull it. Fuck my face, Koushi, come on. Give Sacchan a proper show,” Asahi says through kisses and licks of Suga’s cock.
Suga wants to but Sacchan… “Can he talk? I want… I want to hear him, please?”
Tendou cries out, “Yes! I can now because you asked. Oh fuck, I want you Koushi, I want you to rail me so, so, so bad. You look so pretty getting sucked, so beautiful when your lips part and your tongue peeks out. I’m so hard for you it hurts. Asahi is so gorgeous with your cock in his mouth, I’m jealous and ravenous and I want you, want you, want you!”
He falls to his stomach, revealing how utterly helpless he is with his hands and feet not only bound but linked and Suga’s eyes widen. He wants him so bad, wants to suck his cock while he can’t move, completely at his mercy… he nearly collapses when Asahi’s chuckle rumbles around his cock. He tugs his hair, hisses down, “You’re mean. Cruel. My poor lovely Satori, all those pretty sounds. You want me to fuck your face? You bet I will.”
“Do it, Koushi! Fuck that pretty mouth!”
Asahi moans loudly around Suga’s cock, braces himself for the impending piston. Suga does not disappoint, grabbing him around his head, his thrusts short and sharp, the tip of his cock grazing the back of his throat on every pass. He feels his eyes begin to water, relaxes his jaw and takes him deeper; it’s a battle of wills and he’s yet to lose.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck you feel so good,” Suga growls. His eyes flash heat, watching Satori writhing on the bed, wishing he had means to fuck both him and Asahi’s face but this will have to do for now.
Asahi squeezes his ass and it almost does him in but he’s a stubborn bitch and won’t be beat; he can hold it, he can control his impulse to shoot his load because he may be the sub but his gonna wreck his boy when he gets the chance.
“Asa…Asahi…Koushi… please…” Satori begs, crystalline tears pooling in his beautiful eyes. He thought he could last longer, thought he could take being a spectator but his cock burns and his ass needs Koushi’s cock.
Suga pulls Asahi off him, wraps his hand in his hair and tugs back his head; “I’m going to fuck him now.”
“Fine, but you still can’t come until I tell you,” Asahi complies. Much as he likes to control, Suga is fucking hot like this and he’s privileged to witness it.
“Fine,” Suga returns shortly, letting him go and striding to the bed. As he reaches Tendou’s backside, he gasps and Asahi grins. “You really are a sadist,” Suga remarks but his face betrays his own deviance.
“Take it out and put your cock in, please!” Tendou cries.
“But it looks so pretty,” Suga remarks, trailing a hand over one ass cheek and then the other, eyes never leaving the heart shaped metal plug with the words “sweet ass” stamped on it sticking through the ass-less teddy back.
“Koushi… need you…”
“Ok lovey, ok,” Suga soothes, losing just a touch of his sharp edge. He makes eye contact with Asahi. “Can you take off the ankle restraints but leave the arms? Unless,” he moves back to where he can see Tendou’s face, “do your arms hurt?”
Tendou whimpers, “Um, a little?”
“That’s a question, not an answer, sweetheart. Tell us how you’re feeling,” Asahi reminds him firmly.
“I’m starting to get a cramp,” Tendou admits, but adds on hurriedly to Suga, “But we can try that another time.”
Suga smiles and nods, leaning in to kiss him. It begins chaste, all things considered, but quickly turns passionate, his tongue sliding in to dance with Satori’s making them both moan.
“One sec guys. Let me get these off him,” Asahi says, stepping in. He undoes the bindings, slowly lowering Tendou’s limbs, rubbing as he goes. “You sure you’re ok to keep going?”
“Yes! I want Koushi to fuck me so bad, please!”
“Ok love, but I’ve gone a little soft, so… tell me what you want. Do you want Asahi to suck me again? Maybe you can watch and stroke?” Suga asks looking to Asahi for approval of his suggestion.
“Yes… please… Asahi?”
Asahi hums consideration then nods. “Ok, you were really, really good Sacchan. I didn’t anticipate the added strain of that position, so you can stroke yourself.”
Tendou nearly bounced with glee, scrambling up the bed, showing off the butt plug still shoved between his cheeks as he moved. He sits down, wraps his hand around his cock and begins to slide up and down slowly so as not to make himself finish. He draws in a shuddering breath, fixes suddenly intense, dark eyes onto Asahi and says, “Please give my boyfriend some good head, Asahi-kun, I want him to wreck me when you’re done.”
“Fuck, lovey,” Suga whispers.
“That’s what I want you to do,” Tendou replies with a grin.
Asahi pulls Suga around the bed again and pushes him to lie down. “You’ll need some strength in your legs to fuck him, lie down and enjoy.” He kneels, looking up into Tendou’s eyes as he opens his mouth and sucks Suga all the way in, extending his arms to reach his fingers to pinch his pink nipples.
Suga cries out, bucking up, and Tendou moans, “Suck him slow, Asahi-kun, make him feel every drag.”
Asahi hums, the vibration of it shooting hot through Suga’s spine.
Suga tilts his head back, watches upside down as Satori plays with himself. He wants to touch, reaches up but doesn’t, lets the burn settle in his chest; he’ll be touching soon. His eyelids snap shut at a particularly firm suck, one hand reaching back down to caressing Asahi’s hair. He nearly shrieks at the press of the metal tongue stud against his slit, the teasing wiggle stealing his breath.
He doesn’t want to give in, doesn’t want to admit defeat but if he really wants to give Satori a proper fucking he has to… “Stop Asahi, please. I can’t… I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”
Asahi grins around him, popping off lewdly and wiping his mouth. “It’s ok, Koushi, stronger men than you have succumbed to my mouth.”
“Is that your attempt at salcious humor? If so, it fucking sucks,” Suga quips.
“Hey! I’m hard and wanting up here,” Tendou complains still jerking off slowly.
“Sorry, baby, get on your knees,” Suga replies, willing his limbs to move as he crawls up.
Tendou does as told, sighing in relief as Suga pulls the butt plug out, tossing it to the side. He hears the slick of lube, anticipation blooming in his chest. The press of Suga’s cock against his pre-prepped hole has him drawing in a short, sharp breath. “You ready lovey,” Suga asks.
“Yes, please! ” He ends on a shout as Suga surges into him, going balls deep in one go.
“Fuck, Satori, I want you so bad,” Suga grunts.
He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t wait, just pistons into him like a jack rabbit, the slap of skin filling the room, blending with their groans. Neither have breath enough for proper words, their speech a garble of “yes” “fuck” “harder” melted with each other’s names. Suga wraps an arm around Satori, pulling him up against his chest. The angle is a little awkward given their height difference but so, so hot and allows him to fucks in deep, the feel of the lace against his skin delicious.
“Love… the teddy baby… you look so… so good… feel good… fuck Satori… love you so much…”
Tendou turns his head, wants to kiss his Koushi so bad but the angle is too steep so he settles for watching Asahi watch them with dark eyes full lust, his cock hard and heavy in his hands; he’s not coming yet either apparently.
“Koushi… how… how bout Asahi eats you out? I know we didn’t talk about it before but–”
Suga slams Tendou into the mattress knocking out all his breath, shoves in deep and stays there. He looks over his shoulder, voice thick with want, “Asahi, if you want this ass come and get it.”
“Fuck yes,” Asahi says, all but launching onto the bed. “Stay still, just fill him up while I tongue this beautiful ass,” he says, giving a sharp smack to Suga’s skin before spreading his cheeks and burying his face between them. He licks up, from the base of Suga’s balls to his hole, prodding and pushing in, his stud an added bonus.
“Shit! Fucking hell!” Suga grits his teeth then decides to put them to better use, nipping and biting Satori’s back, digging his fingers in deep. He’s got him pinned, balls deep in his ass, and kissing, biting, and licking every inch of skin he can. It’s too hot, it’s not enough, Asahi’s tongue is thick but he wants more, he wants… “Fuck me, please Asahi, if… if it’s ok I want you to fuck me.”
“Not tonight, Koushi, I want to, god do I ever but it’s too much,” Asahi groans; there are limits.
“Damn it, then… fuck, let me come, let me make him come,” Suga begs.
“Ok darlings, you can come,” Asahi agrees, sitting back on his haunches to watch Suga pull Sacchan’s hips back up off the bed, driving his cock into him with renewed vigor.
“Fu… fuck Sacchan. You feel so good, you did so good for me baby! Did you like this, did you enjoy watching me get sucked?”
“Yes! Oh god yes, Koushi, I love you. I loved watching you, loved you getting what you deserve.”
“Shit, yes, you’re so good, Asahi’s so good, this is so… good… fuck!”
Suga comes, he comes hard, filling Satori with his cum, his hips stuttering to a stop when he feels the last pulses of his orgasm fading. Spent as he is, he isn’t leaving Satori to fend for himself. He pulls out, flips him to his back and swallows him whole. Satori screams, grips his hair tight until tears leak out of his eyes but he keeps sucking, lets Satori buck up into his mouth.
“Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Koushi! Kou…Kou… Koushi!”
Suga feels the twitch and braces, taking Satori’s cum as it floods his mouth, and swallows.
Spent and fully relaxed, they lay in the afterglow the only sound their breathing until Tendou says quietly, “Asahi, did you get to cum?”
“Yes, sweetheart, thank you. You two put on quite the show.”
“Mmmm, sleepy,” Suga remarks, really, really not wanting to move but figuring a shower at the very least is in order; and a change of sheets, he considers, rolling onto what he’s pretty sure is precum.
“You both did really, really well,” Asahi compliments, standing up. He’s only a little weak kneed, more used to this level of play than the two still lying on the bed. “I’ll get the shower going, think you can stand?”
“Yeah, we’re good,” Suga remarks, head only mildly swimming as he rolls up into a seated position. He extends a hand to Satori, pulling him up into a hug and kisses his temple. “Love you, ya freak.”
Tendou snorts, “Love you too, freaky.”
Dedicated to my dear friend @therealemma-trevelyan for all her lovely support when I’ve been ready to pull my hair out because writing is hard sometimes and I appreciate that someone as talented and busy as she is sees worth in giving me some of her time and attention. Hope you enjoy!
“As far as countermeasures, I know you could have come up with something better than letting that bastard touch what’s mine.”
Asahi swallows thickly against his dry throat. He’s been with Daichi too long not to catch the edge of anger, the hint of jealousy, lacing his words. It should terrify him really, given Daichi’s penchant for violence when thoroughly provoked, but it doesn’t, though the blindfold covering his eyes invokes a sense of apprehension.
The plan had been going well, a handful of the family managing to get through the doors of The Soaring Eagle nightclub that popped up seemingly overnight on the border of Karasuno’s territory.
Their mission: intel.
Nobody set up shop that close to another family’s turf unless they were looking for trouble. But starting a skirmish over assumptions was foolish; the place may not necessarily be associated to their most intense and dangerous rivals.
So Daichi put together a team to get in and find out what was going on. Dressed to the nines, Asahi, Yachi, Tanaka and Ennoshita were selected to take up the task with Daichi running point from the floor above, Tsukishima hacking into the security cameras to give them a clear view and keep tabs.
It had been going well, no murmurs of impending problems and just when they’d begun to think there was no reason to worry, he’d shown up; Tendou Satori.
Apparently, Asahi is his type and he threatened no end of pain to the rest of their enclave unless he did as told. So to avoid bloodshed, Asahi agreed before Daichi could counter him which led to a rather unpleasant evening from which Asahi returned being told upon arrival at home that “Dai-san wanted him downstairs”.
Asahi’s voice is breathless, strained as he pleads, “I’m sorry, Daichi. It didn’t mean anything, you know that.”
“I don’t know, you seemed pretty eager, I should know, pet,” Daichi growls.
Asahi opens his mouth to protest but gets no further than a gasp, feeling the press of cold metal against his throat; Daichi’s switchblade.
“I suggest not moving unless you feel like bleeding tonight.” The bed shifts under Daichi’s weight but he keeps the blade perfectly still. His breath fans hot over Asahi’s skin, his low voice pooling heat in his gut; “That may not be a bad idea… carve you up a bit… write my name in your flesh…”
Asahi feels a whimper wiggling in his throat, tries to keep his breathing even so as not to end up with less of a mark and more of a puncture.
“My how you tremble… are you afraid… or excited?” Daichi asks, voice even as he tilts the blade just enough to sting but not draw blood… yet.
This time Asahi does whine, a needy broken sound, laced with an undercurrent of want, but he’s not afraid. Not even if Daichi is mad or jealous will he actually hurt Asahi, he’s proven that. And he likes Daichi possessive over him, likes that he wants him only for himself.
Maybe that’s due to his overwhelming sense of self-loathing embedded deep in him from adolescence to adulthood. He’d been a wreck when Daichi found him, the shell of a man whose heart had been shattered worse than his body. What he saw in him that day (or even now) he doesn’t know but he’s so, so grateful.
Daichi glides the flat of the blade against his chest bringing his thoughts back from the brink and Asahi resists the urge to arch. It continues downward, its edge tickling the hairs of the hairs on his stomach, sharp enough to cut a few to shorter than they were.
Asahi’s cock firms up, pressing against the stretch of his boxer briefs.
He can hear the wicked smile Daichi’s sporting as he purrs, “Ooooh this excites you. Look at that cock coming to life.”
Asahi gets harder, his skin burning, longing for touch, even a rough one but Daichi just holds steady, restricting his movements with little more than his voice and a blade.
Daichi hums, “Maybe I will. Or maybe I’ll give you a haircut… knock down your sex appeal a few rungs with a real custom job…”
Asahi winces, a real rush of fear sliding over his arousal. He can’t help it, he loves his hair. It’s the perfect length now, full and lush and healthy, one of—in his mind—the few points of pride he has that’s all his own.
The blade moves away from his body, and as he feels Daichi shift, Asahi has a brief moment of panic, his whole body starting to shake. He licks dry lips, searches for his voice but it’s caged by indecision; should he use his safety word? Let Daichi know it’s too much? He feels terrible, but he needs to know, needs to be reassured this is only a part of their game and that Daichi would never—
The click of the blade closing makes him start but before he can speak Daichi’s mouth is on his, kissing him firmly, making him moan. He breaks the kiss with a lewd pop, twists one hand into Asahi’s hair, and tugs, pulling his head back, exposing his throat against which Daichi murmurs, “Easy pet, easy.” He plants tender soft kisses, and Asahi sighs, letting out all the tension in his body.
Daichi’s silk tie—sporting a thread count that can rival most luxury hotel sheets—drags over Asahi’s skin, drawing goosebumps. He looked so amazing in his new suit tonight and Asahi wishes he could see him, but more than that he wants to take it off layer by layer. The thought brings another needy sound out and Daichi pulls back.
“Ok now?” he asks, voice still low but softer.
Asahi nods, humming assent.
“You know I’d never cut your hair right?” He leans closer, breath hot and words hotter, “You know how much I love to pull it while I fuck you, right?”
Asahi nods rapidly… god does he want that, he wants it so bad. Daichi gathering his hair into one hand, tugging his head back while Asahi’s on all fours, fucking him, making him see stars…
“Do you want to keep going?” Daichi asks, and Asahi can hear the smile in his voice as though he already knows the answer, probably knows what Asahi is imaging and hoping he’ll do to him…
“Please Dai… need you…”
“Hmmm, tempting as that may be, I don’t think you earned that tonight. You’re supposed to be being punished, remember.”
Asahi’s nerves quiver, his whole body alight with desire and he almost sobs at the loss of contact—however small—when Daichi rises from the bed.
Silence descends.
Asahi’s skin hums, his breathing fast. He knows Daichi is still there, just watching him lie on the bed, sight restricted and at his mercy. The rustle of clothing makes his heart rate spike. Hearing zipper teeth unsecuring, he licks his lips again, a Pavlovian response… “Da…Dai….chi, please…”
He hears Daichi’s amused chuckle over the sound of more clothes being removed. Tears prick the edge of Asahi’s eyes, tortured over not being able to see glorious sinew and muscle coming into view.
There’s a rattle and the press of something cold against his lips; ice. He flinches, lips parting naturally. Daichi’s close again, voice laced with hunger but he remains ever in control as he slides the ice cube along the line of Asahi’s bottom lip; “Suck it a bit, you looked parched.”
Immediately Asahi’s lip purse to suck more of the cube into his mouth. He sweeps his tongue against it, eager for the moisture. The tips of Daichi’s fingers lay just against him, the salt of his skin mixing with the water until the thought of drinking Dai overwhelms Asahi.
The ice is melting, sending drops of water dripping on to heated flesh. Eventually, it becomes too small for Daichi to maintain his hold and he pushes the remainder gently into Asahi’s mouth; “Ok, you can finish it.”
Asahi wraps his lips around the rest of the cube, sucking lightly on Daichi’s fingers not yet retracted. A hand touches Asahi’s cheek; “So eager pet,” he murmurs. Then his fingers are gone and a much thicker, longer and blazingly hot appendage grazes Asahi’s lips, the familiar stickiness of precum smearing along the bottom.
“Plea—”
“Roll over here and suck it like a good boy,” Daichi cuts off, voice rough.
Asahi hurries to comply, rolling to his side and encasing Daichi’s cock in his mouth, moaning with relief at finally being able to touch, to give, to make amends for upsetting him.
“Fuuuuck… feels good,” Daichi hisses, more to himself than to Asahi, but he absorbs the affirmation anyway. Daichi cards his fingers through Asahi’s loose waves, gathers some in his hand to give encouraging tugs, urging him to take him deeper.
He does so, opening wide and moaning around Daichi, presses the flat of his tongue against the underside of his cock.
Daichi shifts, wraps his hand in Asahi’s hair more, his grip tighter, almost painful. He begins to thrust, pistoning in Asahi’s willing throat, conditioned to take him to the hilt. “Fuck… so good… damn it.”
Asahi only just barely manages not to gag and he feels the need to swallow but can’t and so opens his mouth wider, lets the built up saliva escape.
There’s a groan from Daichi, his pace increasing; “You should see yourself pet, so debauched, so needy, so good!”
Asahi’s grip on the sheets must be white knuckle by now, his cock an angry shade of red, leaking, desperate for touch but he has to wait, may not get to come tonight; it makes him want to cry.
“Damn your cock is so hard pet. It’s weeping for me.” Suddenly the blindfold is gone; “And you are too! Such pretty tears,” Daichi praises, trailing his free hand over Asahi’s cheek even as he continues fucking his face.
Daichi’s name catches in his throat, coming out a low, strangled moan.
“Should I come now? Would you like that?”
Asahi nods as best he can, braces himself for the impending rush down his throat.
“I… fuck your mouth feels so good! I’m gonna come, you ready? You ready to take my come pet?”
Another nod, another bracing inhale.
Daichi erupts, shooting his release down Asahi’s throat. It’s heavy and violent and Daichi curses his way through his orgasm, his grip on Asahi’s hair so tight more tears escape, rolling down his cheeks.
He needs a proper breath, tapping Daichi’s arm twice. Immediately he’s released and Daichi extracts his cock allowing Asahi to take a full breath. He coughs a little and his eyes burn from the tears but when he casts a half hooded eye look up at Daichi he smiles.
Daichi’s still catching his breath, glorious chest heaving. From this angle, Asahi catches the gleam of sweat on his skin, wants to taste it and licks his lips.
“My, my still hungry?” Daichi asks.
Asahi nods slowly but nearly pouts when Daichi shakes his head; “No more tonight, we need sleep.” He eyes Asahi’s cock, still rock hard and pulsing. Asahi breath catches in his throat, hoping Daichi will have mercy and give him release too.
He chokes on air when Daichi wraps one large hand around him, giving a none too gentle tug; “Who’s cock is this?”
“Y…yours…” Asahi’s head falls back against the pillows, a grunting groan erupting from parted lips.
“Who are you hard for?”
“You… Dai… only you…”
“Are you sure? Not thinking of someone else? That fucking piece of shit redhead for instance?”
Asahi opens his eyes, finds Daichi looking down at him with a dark, deadly expression even as he continues stroking his cock. His mouth is dry again but he croaks out as fast as his tongue can wag, “No! Not him! Not anyone but you Daichi!”
“Mmmmmm… that’s good to hear… that’s very… very,” his pace increases, the slick of Asahi’s precum squelching in his hand, “very good.”
“Dai… fuck… please…”
He won’t last, he can’t, it’s too much. He needs to cum, needs it so badly he feels almost sick.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Daichi hums still stroking.
“Yes!”
“Yes…?”
“Yes, sir!”
Another hum, more stroking. Daichi’s breathing goes up again but is lost in the sound of Asahi’s desperate gasps and pleas.
Finally, he hears, “Ok, pet, come for me.”
Asahi screams, probably sounds like he’s dying but he can’t help it, his release—welcome as it is—is almost painful for having had to wait so long.
Cum splashes on his stomach, warm and sticky but he doesn’t care, he just lies there boneless, catching his breath with his eyes closed.
The press of fabric makes them open again. It takes a few seconds but they widen further when he sees what Daichi is cleaning him up with; “Is… is that my new suit?”
Daichi nods, finishes wiping him up. When his eyes meet Asahi’s they’re dark once more. “I was gonna burn it anyway, might as well make it useful one last time.” He reaches with one hand, clasps Asahi’s chin and presses a surprisingly gentle kiss on his lips; “Don’t let anyone touch you like that again. I don’t care whose ass you’re tryin’ to save, understand?”
Asahi just nods, pecks those grim set lips again and nuzzles Daichi’s cheek; “M’sorry”
“I know, you did really well tonight,” Daichi affirms, giving another kiss before moving away. Asahi whimpers, he needs him close; “One second love, just gotta finish cleaning up.” Asahi preens at the new term of endearment, his usual, the one Daichi uses when he’s very, very pleased. He rolls to his side, watches Daichi roll up the cum stained suit and thrust it into the fire burning in the grate. It catches with a whoosh, the flick of flame highlighting Daichi’s strong jawline.
Asahi sighs, feels his eyelids growing heavy and closes them. A moment later, he hears the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. He cracks open one eye, watches Daichi walk to the bed, his gloriously tone body outlined by fire light and it stirs longing in his gut but he’s so tired…
“Gotta get you cleaned up love, wanna hold you too.” Daichi takes his hand, pulls him to a seated position and caresses his cheek; “Can you walk?”
Asahi nods but as he stands he feels his knees buckle slightly, still overwrought thanks to the build up of his orgasm. Concern colors Daichi’s face, softens it making Asahi’s heart flutter. “Shit, I knew I took it too far. Sorry love, here, let me help you.” He settles Asahi’s arm about his neck and wraps his own around Asahi’s waist, walking him along to the threshold of the immense bathroom; taking the whole basement as their quarters was one of the best ideas ever.
“Sit here, let me finish setting up,” Daichi says lowering Asahi carefully onto the edge of the tub. He’s still tired but less shakey. With a flick of his wrist, Daichi turns off the taps, tests the water temperature and drops in some essential lavender oil.
He steps into the tub, extending a hand to help Asahi join him. Daichi sits first, presses a kiss to Asahi’s ass making him sigh; “Alright, ease down, take your time.”
Asahi does so, sighing as first hot water then hot skin envelop him, Daichi’s chest solid against his back.
He tilts his head, accepts with full appreciation the light kisses to his shoulder and neck.
“Love you,” Daichi whispers in his ear.
Asahi hums, a content sound and nods; “Love you too.”
Wow it’s been 84 years, but I return with this self-indulgent nonsense! Did I crib a lot of notes from Ouran? Yes. Did this really resonate with me because I am absolutely scared of thunder? You bet. Does it matter than thunderstorms in Japan aren’t really a Thing because of their climate? Not even a little bit. I hope you enjoy!
~Admin Emma (Your Local Goblin)
Asahi
What had started as low rumblings before bed turned into cacophonous thunder that woke Asahi up from a dead sleep. That was no easy feat, given how heavily he slept, but thunder woke him easily. Not that he was afraid of thunder–far from it, actually–but he knew you were. The last time a storm had rolled through, he’d come home to find you shivering in the back of the closet with a pillow jammed around your head. That night was no exception.
“Hey,” he said, running his hand over the curve of your waist. You tensed under his touch, shrinking further under the covers. He wrapped a thick arm around your waist, holding you close. “Hey, ssh, It’s ok.”
“Asahi…” you whimpered, flinching when there was another flash of lightning. The thunder followed a few seconds after, loud and terrifying. It practically shook the entire house.
“Hey, hey,” Asahi soothed, pulling you a little closer. You buried your face in his chest, and he’d almost be embarrassed by the gesture if you weren’t so clearly afraid. He started rocking you gently, murmuring softly under his breath. “It’s going to be ok.”
This was a ritual for you. It was hard to see you so afraid, but he had things that scared him, too. He had totally irrational anxieties that turned him into a shaking, shivering, self-hating mess. You were always there to help him with those; so he would be there to help you with the thunder. He knew nothing he did that was rational would help. So he just allowed his presence to be enough, when it could be enough.
He would always protect you.
Bokuto
While he was no big fan of thunderstorms, he was more afraid of the power going out than anything else. His ADHD made his ears ring if it was totally silent, so if the power went out, he didn’t have his fan, and therefore he couldn’t sleep. So when a rare storm rolled through, he was instantly on high alert. He made sure his battery-powered white noise machine was charged, the candles and lighter were within easy reach, and the emergency supplies were where you’d left them last. You had leftover rice in the cooker, so if he got hungry he didn’t need power…
The storm rolled in so quickly, it didn’t take long for the thunder to roll over his head with a deafening crack. Up until that point, you’d been reading in the living room, bundled in one of his sweatshirts. You’d been pretty absorbed in your book, but the thunder yanked you right out of it. You were as alarmed as a sighthound catching movement in the bushes, and when the thunder cracked again, your eyes went wide.
Bokuto knew he had to get to work; “Hey, ____, I was thinking… I want you to show me that game. That crazy shooting RPG… Mass Effect?”
“You… you want to play Mass Effect?” You jumped when thunder cracked again, louder than before. But it was easier to get your attention again.
“Yeah! It looks fun! And you and Kuroo have that inside joke about ‘best store on the Citadel’ or whatever, and I want in!”
“Right…” you gulped when you saw the lightning flash again, but he held your attention. “Right now?”
“Yeah!” Bokuto said, exuberant and bright.
He wasn’t great at comforting. He wasn’t soft or gentle, he didn’t know how to hold you until you stopped being afraid. He was a man of action–a fixer. He needed to fix it. And he couldn’t fix an irrational fear.
But he could distract you, and make you feel loved and happy. And that was all he needed, really.
Noya
He came home from practice soaked to his skin, the sudden storm catching him by surprise. The apartment was dark, and the low hum of the AC unit was shockingly absent. The only sound was the driving rain outside. The power was out. You were nowhere to be seen.
“____?” Noya called, peeking into rooms as he searched. “____? You home?”
A flash of lightning, followed by an immediate crack of thunder. And then, he heard you. Just the tiniest whimper… you were in the bedroom. He should have known. He dropped his wet clothes into the laundry basket, scrubbed a towel over his hair quickly, and fished his phone out of his backpack. Thankfully, it didn’t get too wet. He plugged in his good headphones–the noise cancelling ones–and cracked the closet door. There you were, curled pathetically in the corner like a beaten dog.
He hated it. He hated that you were so scared, that he couldn’t be there for you. All he wanted was to make it go away. He stole the blanket from your bed and touched your knee. You practically leapt through the ceiling, your eyes darting nervously around before settling on him.
“Y-yuu…” Your voice shook, and you yelped when there was another crack of thunder.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said softly, whipping the blanket around your shoulders. He put the headphones over your ears, blasting your favorite playlist, and gathered you close. “It’s ok. I’m here.”
He rubbed your shoulder soothingly, feeling pleased with himself when you started relaxing into his side. He did this for you every time there was a storm. He didn’t even get that itch under his skin when he sat still for too long. This was too important to him. You were too important to him, and he didn’t want you to be scared anymore. He’d do anything…
An hour later, the power came back on, and you were fast asleep.
Ukai
He didn’t care about thunderstorms one way or the other; they came so rarely in Miyagi that he never really had to think about them. Okinawa, though… that was a different story. Many of the locals had warned him that day about a storm brewing just off the coast. Considering the big, ominous-looking clouds on the horizon, he’d taken it seriously. He was glad you’d packed your earplugs for the trip.
Sadly, the thunder was so loud and rain hit the window so hard it was near deafening, the ear plugs didn’t help. You’d tried to go to bed early, but the tension from the potential storm had kept you up. And now, with the rain and wind going full force, you were awake and likely not going to sleep any time soon.
He sighed, scratching at his hair as he climbed into bed with you. He snuck a hand under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles into your bare back; “Hey, it’s ok.”
You nodded, relaxing into his touch, but stiffening when lightning flashed again. He counted the seconds between the flash and the crack of thunder, and the storm was practically on top of the hotel. If he stared through the gauzy curtains, he could see thin cracks of light striking the sea. It would have been cool if you weren’t in his arms, shaking like a leaf.
He did the only thing he could do… the thing that you always said you liked. He sang to you. It was an old song, a traditional song his grandmother sang to him when he was young. It always soothed him, and despite the fact he wasn’t the most gifted singer in the world, you always seemed to love his singing voice. The first few times it had been embarrassing, but after years together, all self-consciousness about the roughness from years of smoking and his tone deafness and the way his voice cracked on higher notes had vanished. All he wanted was to make you feel loved.
After a time–he honestly lost track–your shaking stopped. He peered down to check on you. You weren’t asleep, but you were staring up at him with such naked affection in your eyes, his face flamed.
“Thanks, Keishin,” you said, brushing your fingers along his jaw in a way that made him shiver. “You always know what to do.”
He grinned, pressing gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth; “Anything for my future wife.”
I’M MELTING!!!! I, too, do not like thunder. I think storms are cool but they scare the crap out of me so I can totally relate. These were so, so, so SWEET Emma! You always knock it out of the park!
I woke up feeling domestic today so in honor of Father’s Day I put together some random headcanons for some of the Haikyuu boys. I hope you enjoy them and happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!
Karasuno
Daichi has been teased for being the “dad’ of his group for years so it’s no surprise he takes to fatherhood officially like a fish to water. He is the king of shoulder rides and tickle fights.
Sugawara is the best at bedtime stories, often coming up with “multi-chapter” renditions he continues one night after the other. It’s his ploy to get the kids to bed. “Well, if you want to know what happens to Marxa and Meddy, listen to your mother and get ready for bed.” Works. Every. Time.
Asahi cried when his daughter – the first born – came into the world. He couldn’t help it, she was just so tiny and perfect and a piece of you and him that he was overwhelmed. He was a bit afraid to hold her at first but once that sweet bundle was nestled in his arms it was over for him; he didn’t know he could love two people with an equal level of devotion in such different ways.
Tanaka loves all that being a dad entails. He’s there for his kids first bike ride, roller skate fall, getting stuck in a tree and needing daddy to save them. He chases away monsters from under the bed or in the closet and is always the first to kiss a boo boo and make it feel better. He’s their hero.
Nishinoya’s energy is able to keep up with his brood – four kids – rather well. He loves “tagfest” the most, running through the park as his kids squeal with glee and “daddy, catch me” sounding over the fields.
Ennoshita documents every little bit of his children’s lives that he can, for posterity (and a little practice). But he makes sure to set the camera down and actually be in the moment with them, frequently caught off guard when he’s editing later to find his wife sneakily grabbed the camera and got some scenes with him as the main star.
Kinoshita is the best breakfast maker and loves doing it with his kids. They make a mess of the kitchen but the end results are usually delicious. They horse around a bit during the cleaning and it’s a bit loud but the job gets done.
Narita enjoys reading with his kids. They’ll pile on his lap either in bed or on the couch and he’ll pop open the book of the day, reading aloud and doing voices and sound effects much to his children’s delight.
Kageyama wasn’t sure at first if he wanted children, afraid he wouldn’t be suited for the roll of “dad”. But once he does have them he does well. Unsurprisingly, when they’re old enough, he’s the first to encourage them to try out volleyball but if they don’t want to, he doesn’t love them any less. He just tries to understand whatever they are in to.
Hinata is another energy filled dad, able to play for hours with his kids without seeming to break a sweat. He’s frequently seen with his “little crows” at official matches, swelling with pride whenever he hears squeals of encouragement whenever he scores.
Tsukishima tried to be firm in regards to keeping his kid out of his and his wife’s bedroom; that is their sanctuary. But when his little girl came crying during a loud and violent storm, he simply lifted her up, kissed her cheek, laid her between himself and her mother and snuggled away her fears.
Yamaguchi frequently plans playdates for his kids and those of his former teammates, usually on Sunday mornings or afternoons when most of – if not all – of them are available to get together. Occasionally they’ll go to an amusement park or zoo or some place similar but most of the time the dates consist of the dads chatting over simple sandwiches while their children run about a park and play together.
Ukai wasn’t sure he wanted kids since taking care of his “little rascals” was already so exhausting but eventually he decides he does want to and when he does he’s never lacking for willing babysitters, all of “his boys” from that first year of him coaching offering their help to raise his twin boys.
Aobajosai
Oikawa loves taking his two little twin girls shopping. Buying them cute, matching outfits just makes his day. They have way too many, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it. When they get older, they’re more resistant to it but will make sure to go at least once a year – on Father’s Day – and let their dad pick something for them.
Iwaizumi enjoys cooking and his Father’s Day tradition with his kids is finding a traditional dish – either from their country or another – and trying it out together. Whether it comes out right or they like it or not, it’s the experience of cooking together that they love. And if it doesn’t come out right, they just order take out.
Matsukawa frequently tortures his children when they are older with typical dad jokes, especially around their significant others when they start dating.
Hanamaki likes to do family outings / experiences with his kids on Father’s Day rather than have them buy him stuff he doesn’t really need. One year, when they were in middle school, he planned a volunteer day at a local shelter. At the end of the day he said, “Now that you have some of an idea of what it takes to take care of a dog, do you still want one?” When they all agree they did he told them to work together to pick one to take home.
Yahaba spends time with his kids doing art projects. They want to color? He’ll color with them. Paint? It’ll be outside with drop cloth and smocks but sure, why not? Sidewalk chalk and hopscotch? He’s there. Watching his kids be creative is one of his greatest joys.
Watari’s kids love to snuggle with him. They’ll crawl in his lap to watch a movie or beg him to lay with them during nap time when he’s home.
Kindaichi is rather competitive so he has to watch himself whenever he plays games with his kids not to get too into it. He won’t just let them win, though. They have to learn the agony of defeat, even in Mario Kart.
Kunimi – because of his dislike for loud, energetic beings – struggled through his kids toddler and young childhood years. He was there for them but it was a tough go. He does exceptionally well during the latter school years frequently being a source of help for them during homework time.
Kyotani is – unsurprisingly – fiercely protective of his kids. He can be a bit harsh with them but his attitude has mellowed out and they know above all else that he loves them. God help the boy who tries to date his daughter.
Nekoma
Kuroo is also fond of the dad jokes or science puns and frequently uses them to diffuse arguments with his kids, either between each other or with him.
Kenma – shockingly – loves playing video games with his kids. His proudest moment was when his son asked for his own PSP for his birthday.
Yamamoto, when they are old enough, teaches his daughters self defense to protect themselves from the numerous boys he just knows will be after them. They roll their eyes but do as told, teasing him with tidbits uncle Kuroo and Yaku told them about his own high school days. This only encourages him to increase the training, must to their chagrin.
Kai is the party planner for his kids’ birthday parties, taking whatever theme they want that year to the extreme and creating a wonderful experience for their guests and themselves.
Yaku loves baking with his kids. He’s always finding new recipes to try and they laugh their way through techniques they don’t understand, learning as they go and eating the fruits of their labor. After clean up, they go for a run or bike ride together to “burn off the sugar” before crashing for a nap.
Inuoka does finger puppet shows for his kids. He lets them make the characters out of arts and craft supplies then uses a stage box he built himself to put on productions for them. Sometimes they write the stories together and sometimes he makes it up for them to simply enjoy.
Lev is a master of hide and seek and his kids frequently challenge him in it. When his youngest managed to hide for over an hour it prompted him to put trackers on them, linked to their mother’s cell phone so he can’t cheat.
Other Team Favorites
Bokuto gives the best “horsey” rides, willing to get down on all fours and properly run about and buck, his children squealing with joy as they ride. It usually ends with Bokuto collapsed on the grass and his kids piling on top of him in fits of giggles.
Akaashi is a master at getting his babies to sleep. He rocks them gently, trailing his fingers over their forehead and down their eyelids prompting them to close. When they’re asleep, he lays them in their crib and watches them sleep for a little, a soft smile on his face.
Aone is a human jungle gym for his kids. They love to climb all over him, hanging from his strong arms or neck. They also love to wrestle with him, frequently ganging up to try to take him down. Aone just smiles quietly through it all, enjoying the time playing with his kids.
Koganegawa is just as entertained as his children watching animated movies. On Saturday nights, they cuddle together on the couch with snacks and drinks, pulling out of a hat what movie they’re going to watch from their massive collection.
Ushijima struggled in the beginning of fatherhood due to the unpredictability of children; babies in particular. But once he got the hang of the basics, he began to enjoy the experience more. The first time his son cuddled up and fell asleep on his chest he was a lost man; fatherhood, he decided, was the best thing to ever happen to him.
Semi is the dad whose kids can talk to him about and tell him anything. He takes their opinions, thoughts, ideas, worries, fears, arguments all in stride, allowing them to have their say (respectfully, there is no reason to be rude and it just makes you look stupid). When they’re done, he offers his advice, opinion or answer depending on the nature of the discussion. They may not always like what he says but they respect him because he respects them.
Tendo was quite nervous to have children to be honest. Would they like him? Would they think he was scary? Then, his daughter was born and all his fears melted. He might have shed a few tears, but he’ll never admit it. He gets her into manga when she’s older and the two of them will spend hours fanboy/girling over their favorites.
Two boys? Ooooo, greedy anon! JK, I’m greedy for them too lol.
Asahi
As you hand him the flowers, he looks both pleased and confused.
With tinted cheeks you explain, “I…I know you’re working hard and well, not that you couldn’t probably burn the calories off in like ten minutes of running, but I thought you’d appreciate something…different.”
Moved by your consideration, and thankful to not have another box of chocolates to either consume or share (read: have stolen by) his teammates, Asahi smiles.
“They’re perfect,” he assures. Then adds, cheeks flaring, “Just like you.”
Daichi
“It’s not much, but I saw it and thought of you,” he says a bit sheepishly.
You hold up the key chain, its little crow charm twirling as you twist it back and forth. “It’s so cute,” you exclaim, “I love you!”
You both freeze, eyes wide and mouths hung open. “It!” you practically shout. “I meant, I love IT! I mean, not that I don’t- oh god!”
Hands covering your face you feel like you want to die but then his are tugging them down to replace them with his own. “I love you too,” he replies and kisses you.
Half asleep thanks to a late practice the night before and long day of school, Asahi almost misses the gift in his haste to get ready for afternoon practice.
He looks about, a deep blush on his face.
“Whatcha got there?” Suga asks with a smile.
“Looks like our ace has a secret admirer,” Daichi teases, smacking him on the back.
Asahi blushes more, stammering out, “I…I mean…maybe it’s a mistake? They probably just put them in the wrong locker.”
But he opens the box, just in case, and sees a small card with “To the ace of my heart, happy Valentine’s Day Azumane-san” written in pretty, flourished handwriting.
“Yeah, big mistake,” Suga chuckles.
First off, thank you so much for your sweet words! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my work so much. I’m so sorry this took so dang long to get done but I really hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it.
Asahi
Entering the room, Asahi stops in his tracks, eyes glowing. Much as he wants her forever, he’s steadfastly refuses to lead her into eternal darkness, but there’s something about her tonight that’s more enticing, more inviting…more tempting to take as much as he can.
A beat of her heart passes and then he’s there, drawing her up into his arms, cold fingertips caressing down her cheek to tentatively touch her throat.
“May I?” His voice is low, seduction curling around his words. As many times as he’s taken from her, he always asks.
She blinks, nodding before she realizes she’s moved.
His mouth opens, fangs extending and he bears down upon her neck. She flinches at the penetration, fingers gripping his bicep, her nails digging indentation into his pale skin. Asahi sucks firmly, drawing a deep dredge of her blood, moaning at the taste.
“What did you do?” he asks, words muffled by his lips refusing to lose one drop of her.
“Wha…what do…you mean?”
“Your blood,” he explains, licking his lips and meeting his eyes to hers. They’re fully dialated, the whites turned red in his literal blood lust. “Something’s different about your blood tonight.”
She shakes her head, unable to understand what he means and her pulse, faint as it is, reveals no treachery.
Maybe his beast is merely making know its own desires; it wants her forever as much as he does.
Ushijima
She’s always been special to him, ever since she alone withstood staring into his eyes and keeping her wits about her. From that moment on, he’d wanted her by his side. Someone, particularly a mortal, with that much strength could only be a positive he figured.
And he hasn’t been wrong.
But tonight, his thirst feels stronger, almost insatiable so he locks himself away from her, waiting for the urge to pass. He’s drained plenty of others dry before, but her he wants continuing on, living in the sunlight where he’s no longer able to be. If he goes to her now, he doesn’t know that he’ll be able to stop.
“Wakatoshi?” Her tone holds concern. “Are you ok? Were you injured in the fight?”
Ah yes, the hunters, the foolish brats who thought they’d best him. He’d won, of course, there was no contest and much as he wants to grab hold of a good excuse, he won’t lie to her.
“It’s nothing.” Ok, maybe a white lie. “I’ll be fine by tomorrow, just go to bed.” He tries to keep his voice even but he knows she can detect the faintest nuances.
“Toshi, please,” she insists, voice right outside his chambers, “let me help.”
Ushijima feels his fangs bearing against his will, the smell of her overpowering him even with the heavy stone door separating them. Unable to withstand any longer, he wrenches open the door, eyes narrowed, focused like a beast that’s spotted its prey.
“Waka…toshi?” she squeaks, falling back against the wall.
“I need you,” he rasps, surging forward to draw her close. “I want you.” He dips his head, inhaling her scent. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he confesses before sinking his fangs into her skin.
H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)
R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)
Blended because they worked well together.
Asahi inhales deeply through his nose, breathing in her scent as much as gathering oxygen to continue kissing her. He moans into her mouth, the sound an auditory delight for her ears as he presses her against her door. She responds in kind, pitch a bit higher. His fingers twitch, palms sweating slightly and he can’t resist the urge to touch her, really touch her. He’s never needed her more than he does now and that need overpowers his hesitance but still, his moves are slow. He slides down the curve of her hips before wrapping both hands firmly around her ass and tugging her forward, grinding their hips together.
She breaks free of his lips inhaling a sharp gasp.
“Sorry,” he chokes out, removing his hold cheeks flaming red at his actions but she reaches down, tugging his hands back to where they were.
“You just surprised me,” she whispers. “I’ve been wanting you to touch me for weeks, months even.”
He pauses, eyes wide before pulling her close once more, squeezing her firmly. Her gasp of pleasure incites him more, fueling his bravery and he kisses down her neck, one hand trailing up under the back of her shirt. He can feel her vibrating with want, breath hot against the side of his face.
“Can I come in?” he asks between kisses.
“Finally,” she sighs, jumping into his arms. He fumbles with the knob, almost tripping across her threshold and slamming the door with his foot. In a few long strides, her reaches her bedroom, falling into bed with her.
I saw a mention of first times for Karasuno and came up with these. Hope you enjoy! -Admin Jade, @vball-baes-bball-babes
Daichi
- Daichi’s first time takes place in his first or second year of university with a girl he’s in a stable, committed relationship with.
- Boy is prepared, this has been planned. We’re talking soft light, mood music, bottles of water (hydration is important), condoms, lube and the comfort of his room without his roommate home.
- Slow and gentle, Daichi takes his time not only because he’s still figuring things out but because he wants to remember everything clearly.
- When they actually connect, Daichi’s face is a little pensive due to his concentration (especially if it’s her first time too, he doesn’t want to hurt her). That and he’s concentrating on not coming too fast.
Sugawara
- Also has his first time in university, most likely during his first year with his girlfriend.
- Despite his interest in kinks, the first time is fairly traditional. He wants to savor the emotional connection more experimenting.
- He bites his lip a lot trying to stifle his moans but fails miserably; it just feels too damn good.
- Is willing to try oral the first time, he’s been curious about it for years and will most def want to try it if she’s game for it.
Asahi
- Baby boy will wait until he’s been in a safe, stable and healthy relationship for a good long while before he takes this step. I see him waiting until he’s in his mid-twenties before having sex.
- His movements will be super hesitant but if he’s with the right girl she’ll be chill with taking some lead; he removes her shirt, she removes her bra. He removes his pants, she takes off his shirt.
- Starts super slow, kisses all over, he’s taking his time not only to enjoy her but to work up his nerve.
- When they finally connect, his eyes are screwed shut tight, not only because he’s overwhelmed with the sensations but because he’s still a little embarrassed.
- After it’s over, he’ll probably shed a few tears. He’s never been this vulnerable with anyone and it’s very intense for our glass hearted ace.
Tanaka
- He has his first time as a third year.
- It’s spontaneous after a huge win in a tournament, his girlfriend wanting to give him a reward for his awesome performance as Karasuno’s latest ace; that and he’s just frickin’ hot when he plays!
- They go at it either in a closet or latch the door on the locker room. It’s not the ideal location for a first time but they’re too into each other to really care.
- He buries his face against her neck in effort to cover his moans, she just feels amazing and he loves her so damn much!
- The first years are slightly scarred hearing Tanaka-senpai moaning like that.
Nishinoya
- Also has his first time as a third year.
- Takes place during a graduation party because he just couldn’t wait to get back to his or her house.
- They’re either in the bathroom or a random bedroom, either way they’re so wrapped up in each other the surroundings don’t matter.
- Noya has no chill, like boy is moaning and groaning like they’re the only ones in the house.
- No matter the position, his head thrown back, eyes shut and hands gripping her tight.
Ennoshita
- Happens his third year of university or possibly after his graduates from there. He’s in no rush and wants to make sure things are stable with him and his lady before taking this step.
- Is the kind of guy who’s done research. Like, not watching porn, but instructional DVDs, has read articles, he doesn’t want to go into something like this blind.
- All that research, however, can’t prepare him for how amazing it feels to connect with his lady for the first time intimately.
- He’s more vocal than he thought he’d be, gasping her name and praising her for making him feel so good. He maintains eye contact as much as possible too.
Kinoshita
- First time during university probably his first year. Waits until he knows he loves her and she him; he doesn’t think he can do something this significant without that level of commitment.
- Is super nervous and constantly asking questions. “Are you ok?” “Do you like this?” “Am I making you feel good?” He needs consistent encouragement and being reassured.
- Loves long kissing, like, he cannot get enough of her lips and he’s a damn good kisser.
- Focuses so much on her, he almost forgets himself but when she hitches her legs around his waist and draws him into her, he moans into her mouth, eyebrows furrowing sharply.
- Releases her lips to gasp in air and breathes out he loves her.
Narita
- First time is when he goes home for a Christmas break during university.
- Reconnects with an old neighborhood crush who’s also home for the holidays.
- He’s a calm and collected guy so when she shows interest, he goes with the flow, going with her to her room during a Christmas party.
- It’s a bit bumbling because of nerves but overall he does well. He’s happy to be experiencing something of this nature with someone he’s known so long.
- They end up establishing a relationship that carries on throughout university, resulting in them getting married after graduation.
Tsukishima
- Early bloomer, Tsukishima has his first time in his second year.
- Spontaneous to say the least, probably happens following a heated make out session with his girlfriend during a study date.
- Hands travel to new places, she reciprocates the touches and he just goes with it. He cares a lot about her and the moment, somewhat awkward as it is, feels right.
- Gritted teeth, sweat on his brow, low grunts and somewhat stiff movements but he does his best to take care of her properly. He wants to maintain his “cool” reputation after all.
Yamaguichi
- For some reason, I picture this boy as waiting until his wedding night.
- He’s a nervous wreck but as she kisses him and traces over his freckles, he relaxes into her touch, trying to clear his mind and just focus on how she makes him feel.
- Touches her back, hands a bit shaky from nerves, but gains more and more confidence the longer the foreplay goes.
- As he enters her, he’s looking in her eyes, telling her how much he loves her while kissing her face.
Kageyama
- I can see Kageyama having his first time also be a random hook up, probably while he’s touring with team Japan when he’s an adult.
- Meets her at a bar he was dragged to by his team under their insistence that he needs to loosen up.
- She tugs him to the dance floor and the feel of a female’s body brushing up against his so provocatively ignites utter want and need in this young man.
- Back in her room, he has no idea what he’s doing and it shows. His face is bright red as she patiently gives instruction but he’s nothing if not a good student.
- His first time entering her, he moans loudly and it makes him blush even harder if possible but she encourages him and he keeps going, enjoying the feel of her and thanking his lucky stars to have run into someone so kind as her.
- Because this is his first emotional connection on this level, he asks to stay in contact with her which kicks off their long distance relationship; resulting in him becoming pro at phone sex.
Hinata
- Oh our sunshine boy! I can see him having his first time his first year of university because all through high school he was solely focused on volleyball.
- Not that he doesn’t still play but he’s become more aware of other needs and so when he finally gets a girlfriend (not that he really had to try that hard because he’s a precious love who would worship the ground she walks on), he’s eager to be with her.
- A flurry of removed clothes (probably a few seams being sacrificed) and quick kisses. He can’t touch or taste her fast enough!
- Can’t hold back his “bwah” and “ugh” sounds; he’s very vocal and that remains true for every time after the first.
- At the end of it, both are sweaty, panting and messy but happy.
Ukai
- Volleyball isn’t the only place Ukai had game, he was also quite popular with the ladies (and still is).
- First time was his first year, he didn’t waste time.
- Random hook up at a party, but he’s not complaining.
- Maintained his serious expression but it was a whole lot more tender.
Takeda
- Had his first time after obtaining his teaching degree.
- He’d gone out to celebrate with friends and ended up drinking a bit more than usual.
- He and a fellow student he’s been flirting (bashfully) with all semester get hot and heavy in one of the VIP rooms.
- One thing leads to another and they end up hooking up but it’s more of a dry hump to coming, than actual intercourse.
- His glasses askance, Takeda breathes heavy against her neck, hands trailing up her shirt against her back as she rocks against him.
- Not the best “first time” but it’s his first ever releasing thanks to another person.
Yachi
- I picture Yachi also as one who waits until she gets married, if for no other reason than she’s terrified of getting pregnant and just isn’t willing to take that risk with someone who isn’t fully committed to her.
- Her knees are knocking but he goes slow, taking off her clothes in stages to allow her to acclimate; he wants this to be pleasurable for her too.
- Once they’re both naked and in bed, he continues to take the lead, kissing and touching her until she’s positively melting.
- At their final connecting, she cries both in pain and because of the heavy emotions she’s feeling.
- Overall, it’s an amazing experience and she’s eager to try again, though the next time she hopes will hurt less.
Kiyoko
- Second year university with her boyfriend is the first time Kiyoko has sex.
- Is very bashful, often trying to cover up as he takes off her layers; she’s embarassed by her scars from sports.
- He reassures her, murmuring sweet words of praise and encouragement in her ear.
- As he enters, she squeezes her eyes shut, a few stray tears sliding down her cheeks but as she warms up she moans quietly against his throat, kissing him.
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these are very nice
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