Aomine – Birthday Asks

Thank you for the birthday wishes! I did have an amazing
day! I went ahead and combined these since they are both requests for a NSFW
for Aomine so I hope you don’t mind.

Walking on tip toe, you enter the shared hotel room of
Kise-kun and Aomine-kun. The queen beds show two completely covered lumps and
you smile; the poor boys must be exhausted. Training for the upcoming game was
intense the previous night so you’re not surprised they’re still knocked out.
That and it’s still quite early. You’d cursed yourself for forgetting your flat
iron when Kise-kun had told you that you could borrow his. Being the manager,
you of course had keys to all their rooms just in case they needed something.

As silently as possible you enter the bathroom, shutting the
door before turning on the lights, the flash making you blink a bit. A smile
erupts on your face when you see Kise left all his styling products on the
counter and right in the center is the flat iron. Thankful you’d be able to
avoid trying to look for it quietly, your hand is reaching forward until the
sound of the door opening makes you whip your gaze over your shoulder.

There stands Aomine in nothing but long shorts, scratching
his firm chest as he blinks at you. But goodness is he gorgeous! You, of
course, have seen him shirtless too many times to count but that goes for all
the boys. But there’s something about this moment that makes it feel different
and you know if you don’t get out of here soon you’re liking to start drooling and
you just don’t need to add fuel to his ego fueled fire.

Grabbing the flat iron, you whisper, “Good morning,
Aomine-kun, sorry for waking you. I just needed to borrow this from Kise-kun.”

“Huh? Oh, right,” he mumbles.

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another
before you finally get your legs to move. “Well, I’ll get out of your way,” you
say and take a step towards the door but he surprises you by moving forward and
shutting it. “Um, Aomine-kun-“ you begin but his hands on your waist make you
stop short.

“Y/N-san, I have a problem I’m hoping you can help me with,”
he says. His voice is low, slightly husky and you gulp.

“Oh? Um, wha…what’s wrong?”

For answer, he removes the flat iron from your grip and sets
it down on the counter, then guides your now free hand to the front of his
shorts. You gasp as your fingers contact a distinct firmness there. Swallowing,
you look up into his eyes which are focused on you, his gaze sharp and
predatory. “Seeing as you’re the cause of said problem,” he continues, pushing
you further into the bathroom, “I think it’s only fair that you do something about
it, don’t you?”

You can’t answer, completely shocked by his forward actions
and the fact that he’s confessed he’s hard for
you.

Whirling around, he sits on the edge of the tub, pulling on
your legs until you fall against him, a little whimper escaping your lips when
your own center connects with his, the friction shooting little darts of pleasure
up your spine.

“Mmmmmm, seems I’m not the only one having dirty dreams,” he
says chuckling, grinding up a little and making you gasp. He’s rock hard,
pulsing, all that power barely contained by cotton and lycra.

He leans up, his mouth level with your ear as his hands
grasp your hips firmly and begin rotating your body, grinding you down against
him, the sensations rippling through both your bodies. He whispers as he moves
you together, “Do you know what you and those damn short skirts do to me? Or
those tight pants? Fuck it, anything and everything about you drives me crazy.”

Your breathing is becoming labored, the feel of his firm
cock pressing against your sex making you dizzy and while he doesn’t stop, he
doesn’t move forward either, just keeps grinding your anatomy together in a torturous
manner. You wrap your arms around his neck, head tossed back and eyes closed as
you give into the delicious pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, with your hooded eyes looking up at
me, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the smell of your shampoo
when you stand in the meeting circles. Shit, I’ve had to stop myself from
taking you up against the wall in the gym more times than I can count.”

You moan slightly, his words heating your body up more.

“You like that, don’t you? You like knowing I watch you,
like knowing I want you. I bet you’ve been teasing me on purpose this whole
time, giving me just enough to make me want more but never enough. I need you,
I want to screw you until your crossed-eyed and the only thing you can remember
is my name,” he growls, mouth hovering just above the flesh of your neck.

You push down, hungry for more connection, your nipples tightening
as images of Daiki fucking you flood your mind.

It’s like he can read it on your face. “Oh, you want that
don’t you baby? You want me to fuck you till your throat is raw from screaming.”
His hands trail up your body to your breasts which he squeezes firmly and you
almost cry out but stop for fear of waking Kise.

“Scream for me, I don’t give a shit if he hears us, I want
everyone to know, you’re mine!”

“Daiki!” you cry out as the friction against your clothed
clit finally blooms into the orgasm you’ve been seeking since he started this
whole thing. His words cease, a level grunt pulling from his lips and you can
only presume he’s reached his end as well.

Opening your eyes, you finally look at him and the realization
of what just occurred has you blushing furiously.

He chuckles, standing up but not relinquishing his hold of
you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby,” he says turning on the water, “That
was just the warm up.”

hello! I really like your writing especially your scenarios :DD may I also request a scenario for takao where he falls in love with someone else, and his s/o reminds him of his promise to always love her when he first asked her to be with him? lots of angst, and thank youuu!

Thank you for the compliment! I really appreciate it! I’m so
sorry this took FOREVER to get out and thank you for your patience! It’s pretty
short but I hope I gave you the dose of angst you were looking for!

“Y/N,” Takao says,
his breath a bit shaky as he looks in your eyes, “I…I think, no, I know…we need
to end this. We…we can’t be together anymore.”

Your heart feels like it just got stabbed, tears flooding
your eyes immediately when you see he’s completely serious. “Kazu-kun, how…how
can you say that? How can you look me in the eye and say that?” you say,
hysteria threatening to erupt.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he walks to the
window, looking out into the rapidly darkening sky. Turning back to look at
you, his eyes sad, he confesses, “I…I’m in love with someone else and…I just
can’t deny that anymore.”

Another stab, you feel your chest tighten. It’s hard to
breathe, hard to stand so you collapse into a chair, staring at him in
disbelief.

“But…but what about us? What about your promise to always
love me!” You stand back up, anger mixing with your despair and you rush
forward, smacking him across the face. “I gave you everything Kazunari!” you
shout, fists clenched. “My heart, my time, my body! Everything and anything you
wanted I gave it! I went to every game, stayed late for every practice, helped
you with your homework and studying, brought you food, even cooked for the team
so you could all rest and this is the
thanks I get?! This is my reward for sacrificing so much for you! A betrayal?!”

You smack him again and he grabs your hand, tugging you firm
against his chest to stop your movements, his eyes boring into your tear-filled
ones. “Would you rather I fake it? Huh? Would you rather I pretend to still love
you? Don’t you think you’d feel it? I’m surprised you haven’t by now.” He lets
you go and you collapse to the ground, face buried in your hands as you weep.

He crouches down, the touch of his hand on the back of your
head making you wince. “You deserve better, _____-san,” he says, his use of
your last name solidifying his decision to end this, to walk away and leave you
broken. “I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard to ignore how I feel, to wait for it to
go away, hoping it was just a stupid crush or…or…I don’t know, an irrational infatuation
but it hasn’t. It’s only gotten stronger and…I just couldn’t lie to you
anymore.”

He tilts your face up and you’re surprised to see he has
tears of his own leaking from his eyes. “You are amazing and I want you to be
happy but I can’t be with you anymore.”

“If I’m so amazing, why are you going to her and not staying
with me?” you ask, voice quiet.

He inhales a deep breath and shakes his head. “I don’t know,
I just know as much as we both wanted it to be, this wasn’t meant to last
forever.”

His lips touch your forehead, the contact making you close
your eyes. “Goodbye, _____-san,” he whispers.

When you open your eyes, he’s gone.

How about some doctor visits with Izuki? ;) Take your time babe, I know you’re busy! 💕

So cute! Thanks for your patience.
We’ll just pretend he’s in college so he’s not a minor hitting on an adult lol.

Izuki is not a fan of going to the doctor’s, whether
he’s sick or not. But the
moment you walk in the door, he perks up; since when were doctors so cute?

“Good morning Izuki-san, how are you feeling today?”

Truthfully, his mouth is dry now, so he coughs into
his fist and of course you mistake this to mean he’s actually sick.

“Oh dear, that doesn’t sound good at all,” you say
frowning, “Here, let me take a listen.” Placing your stethoscope on his chest you instruct
him to inhale then exhale. “Hmmm, seems it was just a spasm, your lungs sound
clear,” you murmur directing your attention to the clipboard in your hand. You
finish the rest of the exam and proclaim him perfectly healthy.

Drumming up his courage, Izuki smiles and says,
“Honestly, I think I’m sick.”

“Oh, and what pray tell, are you afflicted by?” you
ask cocking an eyebrow.

“Love sickness and you, my dear doctor, are the only
cure.”

You blink once, twice, then start giggling. Izuki
isn’t sure at first if he should be disappointed in your reaction as you slap a
paper against his chest before walking out without another word. Looking down,
he beams. Scrawled in what can only be described as “doctor writing” but
unfathomably neat is your phone number along with a note, “Not really original, but you’re
cute. Call me in the morning.”

Hello ;) i’m new here but love your work already!! 💋💋 could I please request Aomine and his wife nsfw scenario when they’re finally have alone time because he’s so busy as a police officer and she’s busy to take care of their first son… Maybe to conceipt their second child? Thanks

Welcome and thank you for the lovely compliment! Sorry this took so long to get done but I hope you like it!

“Bye, Hisoka! Be good for uncle Kagami!” you yell as the
tall red headed fire fighter carries your three-year-old to his car. The door
slams out of your hand making you squeak before rough hands trail under your
shirt and cup your breasts.

“I thought they’d never leave,” Daiki whispers in your ear,
tugging the lobe between his teeth making you hiss.

“Geez Daiki, couldn’t you have waited until they’d at least
pulled away?” you gasp, mouth falling open to moan when your husband pinches
your nipples drawing them to peaks. “And really, you couldn’t even manage to
take your time a bit?”

“Fuck no, and now I’m gonna fuck you, it’s been too damn
long,” he says, hands rapidly removing your underwear and flipping your skirt
over your ass. Knocking his knee between yours he orders, smug expression
implied, “Now, spread’em.”

“Yes, Office Aomine,” you coo. His groan mixes with the
clatter of his belt buckle. You hear his pants hit the ground as he pulls your
arms above your head, grasping both wrists easily in one large hand.

“That’s a good, bad girl,” he breathes on your neck, nipping
the flesh then soothing with his tongue. “I’m gonna give it to you so hard you won’t
be able to walk for a week.” He punctuates his threat with a well-timed shove,
his cock sliding into you surprisingly easily; apparently your body is
responding even better than you thought. “Fuck, so wet baby, and still so
tight, even after pushing that brat out.”

“Shhhh, no talking about him like that, in fact, no talking
at all, just fuck me Daiki,” you pant.

“Hey,” he says wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling,
drawing your head away from its resting spot against the door, “I’m the one in charge here, and don’t
you forget it!” He pounds harder, hips slamming into your ass at a bruising
pace.

“Fu…fuck,” you gasp, as he releases your wrists in favor of
holding your hips, drawing back and taking you with him until you’re almost at
a ninety-degree angle. Over and over he hits deep inside you, touching that one spot that will have you seeing stars
in no time.

You can hear he’s close as well, if his grunts and gasps are
anything to go by. “Oh Daiki, yes!” you encourage, knowing praise is a faster
way to bring about conclusion; your back is starting to protest this position.

“Y/N, shit you feel so good, I’m so close, fuck,” he says.

You whine in encouragement, hand trailing between your
thighs to tease your clit so you can come with him. He forgives the insubordinate
action when you clench hard around his dick, bringing about his own nirvana. When
your body relaxes you crumble to the ground on your knees, head resting back
against the door while Daiki is behind you panting wildly.

A few seconds later, your strong-armed husband picks you up,
leaving his pants in the living room and carrying you to your shared bed.

Your eyes are closed, a happy hum in your throat as he
divests you of the rest of your clothing. He massages your arms, helping the
blood to get moving to your numbing limbs. So lost in your fucked out fog you
don’t notice him placing your hands above you head until the sharp *click* of
hand cuffs make your eyelids fly open.

When they do, you see Daiki, smug grin back on his face and nothing
else, as he looms over you kissing your forehead. Looking in your eyes he says,
“Now I’m gonna take my time.” He
kisses you more deeply, hands trailing over your breasts and you arch into his
touch.

Kissing his way to your neck he whispers, “Let’s make another brat.”

Hi there! Can I request Kise for the kissing prompts #s 1, 2, 5, 22, 27, and 36?? Gyah sorry if there’s too many prompts, they’re just so good I had to ask so many of them! I hope you can find a way to string them all together^^ thank you!

Hello dear! No trouble at all, I rather enjoyed the challenge and your choices strung together rather nicely. I hope you like it!

Ryouta Kise – Kisses #1, 2, 5, 22, 27 and 36

#1: being unable to open their eyes for a few moments
afterward

#2: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring
each other

#5: guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

#22: smiling just before or during the kiss

#27: bringing up the hands to cup the other person’s face while
kissing

#36: that thing where someone turns into an unexpected kiss,
like there were turning around and the other person was just super close

Kise watches you with your head down, eyes intensely focused on
the paper in front of you. You always look so cute when you’re concentrating. Then
again, he always thinks you look cute. You’ve been tutoring him for most of the
semester, the school insisting that if he wants to continue playing basketball,
he has to bring his grades up. He’d whined about it until he met you. Then he
whined about how hard assed you are but he doesn’t really mind spending time
with you. He just wished he could get you to see him as more than just a
project. He knows he’s immature and childish at times but he really likes you.

Leaning more into your space, his breath fans the practice test
he’s just finished and you’re grading.

“Kise, what do you wa-“you start only to be startled when you
turn your head and your lips accidentally graze his; you’d no idea he was that close to you. The contact is brief,
barely able to be considered a kiss but as you pull away Kise can’t stop his
hand shooting behind your head to tug you forward, crashing your mouths back
together.

His other hand cups your face, finger tips grazing over your
skin making you shiver. He feels the tremor, your obvious enjoyment of what he’s
doing making him smile into the kiss. Pulling you even closer, Kise’s brow
furrows; now he’s the one concentrating, focusing on the feel of your lips, the
taste of your mouth and the scent of your skin. If this ends up being just a
fluke, he wants to remember every detail for the rest of his life.

Needing to feel more of you, Kise pulls you roughly from your
chair to straddle him in his, hands roaming over your back but remaining on the
outside of your clothes; he doesn’t want to push his luck. He curses his lungs
need of oxygen, unwillingly releasing you with a slight moan. Unable to open
his eyes for a few moments, he basks in the heat of your body pressed to his,
the feel of your warm breath against his face.

“You know,” you say and he finally opens his eyes, “bribing me
isn’t going to help your test scores get any better.”

He chuckles, hand grasping the back of your neck and pulling you
forward again. Kissing the tip of your nose he says, “True, but I’m more likely
to remember the material with the proper motivation.”

Hello! I really like your writing, your scenarios are so good! Mind if I submit an ask? Something for Kasamatsu where he finds his s/o feeling so down and out of sorts lately because she’s got so much to do and all the responsibilities are killing her, but Kasa, being the dedicated & responsible person he is, eases off her anxieties and helps her to stay focused and motivated to get her through her obligations smoothly. Thank you so much :)

Thank you so much! I’m thrilled that someone I follow not only
followed back but put in a request, that’s high praise indeed. Thank you so
much for requesting this grumpy sweetheart. He’s such an amazing character and
I wish he got more love!

Yukio Kasamatsu – “Captain’s Care”

“How am I going to get this all done?!” you say, voice high
pitched and slightly whiny but Kasamatsu doesn’t mind; he’s used to being
around Kise all the time after all. Though with you, his solution to whining
isn’t a swift kick to the head.

Leaning against the door way of your kitchen, he looks at you
with concerned eyes as you hold your head in your hands, trying not to cry. He
knows how strong and dependable you try to be for everyone (most often
succeeding which is why people continually come to you for help) and it pains
him to see you so stressed out.

Kasamatsu is exceptionally thankful for you. Being the only girl
he’s ever been able to actually talk to you’d formed a friendship rather
quickly. It hadn’t taken long from that point for him to fall for you
completely. To his immense joy and relief, he found out you felt the same way
and the two of you have been dating officially ever since.

As captain, his attention has been focused heavily on the team,
but you’ve been an amazing pillar of strength and support. It helps that you’re
so active in school activities as well but he can see that the combination of
being on the yearbook committee and third year banquet planning team while
preparing for college entrance exams is too much. To top it all off, you insist
on going to every single one of his games, cheering until you can’t talk the
next day.

Yep, he really hit the girlfriend jackpot with you.

Which is why he’s determined to do what he can to help you now.
Striding forward, he pulls you away from the yearbook drafts to the living
room. Sitting down on the couch, he pulls you into his arms. A year ago, he’d
never believe himself to be this openly affectionate with anyone but with you
it’s easy; everything is so easy in fact he wonders if this is a dream. Aren’t
couples supposed to fight more?

Pushing away this tangent of thought, he grasps your head in his
hands, forehead pressed against yours.

“Y/N, take a deep breath,” he says, taking one himself that you
mimic. “Good, now tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Oh Yukio, I just…I want everything to be perfect! This is our last year and it’s hard editing down people’s
page submittals because I want to be able to give them everything they want!”
You sniff, head dropping down slightly. “And the catering company for the
banquet isn’t sure now if they’ll have enough tables and chairs! What am I
going to do? Have people sit on the gym floor in their nice clothes?”

“Ok, ok, take another deep breath,” he says, rubbing your back.
You do as he says, closing your eyes and leaning more heavily into his embrace;
he’s always so warm.

Leaning back, he tucks your head under his chin, hand trailing
through your hair. Letting out a deep breath he says, “I know you want to give
everything to everyone but it’s just not possible.” When you nod he goes on, “So
if you’re struggling with the editing, why not have someone else from the team
do it? They can edit and give them to you for the final sign off. That way
you only see the finished product and don’t have to think about everything you
had to discard.”

You consider his words for a moment; he has a point. You’re the chief
editor but you have other people on your team you could delegate the actual
crimping to.

“As for the catering company, instead of having the meal in the
gym why not have it in the cafeteria? I don’t know, as a kind of, farewell to
the most social room of the school but with food that’s actually good?”

Your giggle makes his usually serious face split into a grin.
Pulling back up, you kiss his lips gently, hand holding his face.

“Thanks Yukio, you’re the best,” you say.

“No, you’re the best,
I’m just meaner than you,” he replies and you smile.

“I love you,” you whisper before kissing him again.

Turning you over, he covers your body with his. “What do ya say,
you take a break?” Leaning down, his lips caressing your neck bringing a
breathy sigh from your lips he adds, “I have other ways of helping you de-stress,
you know.”

Himuro Tatsuya no. 82 for character drabble plss. c;

Hello sweetie and thank you for bringing Tatsuya to the party!

Tatsuya Himuro – Prompt #82 – “Looks like we’ll be stuck in here
for a while.”

Sitting in your class glancing out the window, you can see the
wind is picking up fiercely; this storm is going to be a monster. The sound of
the PA system crackling on makes you jump in your seat.

“Attention all students and faculty. Due to an expected increase in the
storm’s severity we are canceling classes for today. Please exit the building in
a calm manner. Classes are presumed to restart tomorrow barring any further interruption
from the weather. That is all.”

Choruses of celebration erupt around you as students begin
packing up their belongings. While glad to be able to go home, you’re a bit
nervous at traveling since the rain has already started falling heavily.
Shrugging on your rain coat you fall in line with the stream of students
exiting their classrooms, a cacophony of chatter going on around you.

Just as you are about to reach the front doors, you realize you
forgot your umbrella in the stand back in your classroom. Groaning and looking
at the stairs you can see trying to walk up against the flow of students will
be almost impossible. Quickly you shuffle over to the elevator and push the up button.
Just as you enter, you feel a presence follow you. Turning around you’re
startled to be standing next to Himuro Tatsuya. He gives you a soft smile but doesn’t
say anything.

Soon you reach the third floor, hurrying off to your classroom
to get your umbrella. Coveted item in hand, you turn back and go to the stairs,
pretty much everyone gone by now. But just as you reach the front doors, an
intense flash of lightning followed by roaring thunder makes you scream. Eyes
wide, you stare at the pandemonium outside; how did it get this bad so quickly?

The unpleasant realization that you’re most likely going to be
unable to leave at this point puts a rock in your stomach; not only do you have
to suffer through a terrifyingly large storm but you have to do it alone.

Or at least you thought so until Tatsuya’s voice makes you jump.
“Looks like we’ll be stuck in here for a
while.” You turn and look at him, surprised to see he’s smiling. Stepping
up to you, he extends his hand. “Shall we descend to the basement? I’m sure the
thunder won’t be as loud there.”

Gulping you take his offered appendage, feeling warmth surge
from the point of contact to your entire body. When another boom of thunder
propels you into his arms, Tatsuya can’t help but smile wider. He’s so glad he
decided to follow you. Perhaps confessing will be easier now that he gets to be
your knight in shining armor.

I’m sorry, but could you also do number 9 for Takao for the kiss prompt? Lol thanks~ ;)

No need for apologies, I love receiving asks. And THANK YOU for requesting this sweet dork. I just love him!

Kazunari Takao #9: ripping the other away – “no we
shouldn’t” – but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

“When are you going to stop denying yourself and admit you
want me?” Takao’s question pulls an incredulous laugh from your lips and a
shake of your head.

“Sure, Takao, like that’s a good idea,” you quip over your shoulder.
You aren’t looking at him, focused on folding towels in the store room.

For the entirety of your joint training camp, you and Shutoku’s
first year point guard have been flirting back and forth, much to the annoyance
of both your teams considering you’re Seirin’s manager. It doesn’t matter that
he gets along with everyone, friend or rival, your boys aren’t too keen on your
attention being elsewhere. Sure, it’s a bit selfish of them, but winners sometimes
have to be.

You’re jarred out of your thoughts when hands unexpectedly
grasp your waist, Takao’s breath hot on the back of your neck. “I was being
serious,” he says, adding on, “for once,” before ever so gently pressing a kiss
to your cheek. Turning in his arms, your eyes meet his and you can see he’s not
kidding.

Takao could say he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but
that would be lie. You’ve gotten into him, under his skin, constantly in his
thoughts, invading his dreams. He’s never met someone so like himself but different.
You’re fun but able to be serious, focused but not obsessed and kind, oh so
very kind, to everyone; even Midorima.

He can see the hesitation in your eyes, but also the want.
Leaning forward more, his lips just about to graze yours he whispers, “I don’t
need to use my hawk eye to see you want this as much as I do.” He finishes by
kissing you.

For a moment, you stiffen, unsure what to do. He’s right;
you like him a lot more than you probably should for only having met him at
camp. But when he starts to deepen the kiss you pull away, breathing out, “Takao,
no, we…we shouldn’t,” however your protest turns into a deep moan as your mouth
is sealed by his once more, tongue darting in to caress yours.

Your hands gripping the front of his jersey tug him forward
and he has to suppress the urge to grin as you draw him closer. He wraps your
arms around his neck before encasing you in a strong embrace, hands rubbing up
and down your back. A slight moan comes from him when your nails gently scrap
his scalp.

Releasing you to draw breath, Takao looks down into your
flushed face, lips slightly swollen from the intensity of his kiss. Hand on your
cheek, his thumb rubs back and forth across your skin, eyes soft and smile
gentle. “Let me take you out when we get home,” he says and you nod.

For the character name and drabble prompt, can I have Kise for number 5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” Thank you dear!!

Ryouta Kise – Prompt #5 – “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

A violent sneeze erupts from your mouth in the handkerchief
clutched in your fingers. Wiping your nose, you sniff, asking the eternal
question of how so much junk can come out of it and yet you still can’t
breathe.

Groaning, you fall back down onto your bed, arm covering your
eyes. You hate being sick. Not that anyone really enjoys it you suppose but you
hate it more than most. A tickle in your throat sends you on a coughing spree,
body turning to the side as you fist your hand to your mouth.

You squint when a beam of light from the hallway falls over your
face, pulling the covers up to block it out.

“________-cchi?” Kise’s voice is soft, his overt
cheerfulness momentarily absent in his concern for you.

You grunt from under the covers, rolling to face away from him;
the last thing you need is for the gorgeous ace to see you like this. Traveling
with the team has been fun up until this point. Why had you not made sure to
wear a mask on the plane?

A dip in the bed lets you know he’s taken residence next to you
but you’re surprised at the gentle touch on your shoulder. Increasing the
pressure, Kise rolls you on your back, frowning at the misery he can see in
your eyes.

He stands abruptly, leaving the room and you’re confused; are you
that horrid looking? Probably. But before you can delve further into self-deprecation
he returns, a bottle and spoon in his hand.

Without a word, he comes to your bedside and tilts you up,
fluffing pillows behind your back. Once you’re settled he grabs what you suppose
is cold medicine, filling the spoon with it.

“Open up,” he orders gently.

“Kise,” you say, voice raw from coughing, “I can
do it.” You reach a hand for the spoon but he pulls it away.

You’re just about to argue when he says, “You always take
care of us, me especially. So, I’m going
to take care of you, okay?”

Even though he phrases it in the form of a question you know
there’s nothing you can say to deter him so with a relenting sigh, you drop
your hand and your jaw.

Your face wrinkles at the taste but ten minutes later you are
feeling slightly better, enough that you lay back down and are finally able to
get to sleep.

As he tucks you in more securely, Kise leans down to kiss the
top of your head, whispering into your hair, “I want to always take care
of you, ______-cchi.” He’ll confess to you when you’re feeling better.

Can I combine 15&16 for Kagami and a tall s/o? Please and thank you :D (sending in twice because Tumblr eats up my asks)

For sure you can combine! Sorry this took me a
while and that’s it’s kind of short but I hope you like it!

Taiga Kagami – Kisses #15 and #16 – #15: licks their
lips and says “please” & #16: following the kiss with a series of kisses up
to suckle an earlobe

When you hear the latch unlock, your heart rate
increases; he’s finally home! You’d wanted to be waiting for him at the airport
but work kept you too late so the next best option was surprising him at home.

The door opens revealing a tired looking Kagami, but
when his eyes land on you his whole face lights up.

Rushing forward, your arms swing around his neck,
your height making it possible to reach his cheek easily which you pepper with
kisses as you express your joy that he’s back.

Eager hands grip your waist, his own lips kissing
the side of your neck from where he’s buried his face. When he suckles your earlobe,
you draw in a sharp breath, longing erupting from your heart; you’ve missed him
so much.

Pulling back to look into his red eyes you lick your
lips, a “Please” falling out before he’s kissing you breathless.
Despite being close to the same height, Kagami easily picks you up, kicking the
door shut before marching to his bedroom never breaking the kiss.

You land heavily on your back, air rushing out of
your lungs while he ravishes any flesh he can get his lips on.

“Taiga,” you breathe, hands carding
through his hair making him moan.

Just as things are heating up a voice from the
doorway startles you. “What a welcome home!”

“Alex, get the hell out of here!”

“But why?” the blonde whines, “the
show’s just getting started!”

With cheeks blazing redder than his hair Taiga gets
off you, slamming the door and muttering, “Damn pervert.” Looking down at you, your
lips plump from his kisses and cheeks flushed he grins. “Now, where were
we?”