Midorima – Kiss #30

Thanks to ririnontherescue for answering my “selfish request”
for some Midorima last weekend! I went a bit angsty with this one but I hope
you all like it!

Shintaro Midorima – Kiss #30 – a gentle “I love you” whispered
after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

Standing in the corridor of the arena near the locker room
assigned to Shutoku High you bite back your tears; it was so heartbreaking
watching them lose to Rakuzan High. One by one the boys exit, giving you slight
nods of thanks for your support. Finally, Takao walks out, sniffling and his
eyes red. Looking at you, he tries to smile but it falls immediately.

You don’t even have to ask. “He’s still in there, just…just
staring at the floor,” he says shrugging his shoulders.

Nodding, you take a step forward, arms outstretched into
which he collapses, giving you a long hug. “Thanks,” he whispers, “I can’t help
him right now.”

“It’s ok, what do you think girlfriends are for?” you ask
trying your own smile. He returns it briefly then walks away, head down.

Walking into the locker room, you see Shintaro sitting on
one of the benches leaning on his knees, head hanging. He’s still in his
uniform, hair slightly matted down from sweat and water. Kneeling before him, you
touch his hands. He flinches slightly, clearly uncomfortable with you seeing
him like this but you don’t care; you’re here for him.

“Taro-kun,” you say softly, “I…I won’t pretend to know how
you’re feeling, but what I can do is tell you how proud I am of you.” Gently,
you move one hand up, caressing his face; he won’t look at you but you know he’s
listening. “I’m so proud of you for standing up to Akashi, for finally really trusting your team; especially
Takao. I can’t imagine how much that meant to him.”

You stand up, one hand carding through his green hair. To
your surprise, he wraps his arms around your waist, his head nestled against
your stomach as you continue to stroke his hair. After a few minutes of silent
comfort, you tug on the back of his jersey’s collar making him look up at you.
His expression breaks your heart but you force yourself to smile at him.

Leaning down, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss,
pulling back to whisper, “I love you.”

You’re unprepared when he surges up, head shooting past
yours before he swoops down to capture your lips once more, hands holding the
sides of your face firmly. His kiss is hot and heavy, glasses sitting askance
on his face. With an impatient hand he tugs them away, allowing them to clatter
on the bench as he kisses you even deeper.

He pulls away, inhaling deeply as he rests his forehead against
yours. The taste of salt startles your eyes open, where you’re presented with
the sight of Midorima with tear trails slowly making their way down his cheeks as
his body starts quivering with the effort to hold in his emotions.

You wrap your arms around his neck, ending up on tip toes
because of his height, rubbing your hand down the back of his head once more as
you say, “It’s ok, my love, you did the best you could. And,” you pull back,
waiting until he meets his eyes to yours before going on, “next time you’ll
kick his ass.”

For the first time since the end of the game, Shintaro
smiles genuinely. His arms wrap around the back of your shoulders, tucking you
against his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. Barely audibly he
whispers, “I love you too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The kissing prompt with KnB Akashi and his fem s/o please??? 42, 47, & 51… Sorry if that’s a lot lol I figured maybe you could somehow combine the threee into a scenario since they kind of go together? If you can’t then just choose 1 of the 3! ^^ In need of some Akashi love rn, gotta love the emperor. Thank you!! ^^

Hi yzzy-gggg, thank you for the requests! I think
you’re right and these string together well. I agree the emperor could use some
love on this page and I hope you enjoy.

Seijuro Akashi – Kisses #42, #47, #51

#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over
things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

#42: Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s
lap

#51: hands on the other person’s back, fingertips
pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of
bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

As you approach the Akashi Manor butterflies whirl
about in your stomach. It’s not every day you enter the dwelling of modern day
royalty. Smoothing your skirt for the hundredth time that morning, you stand
poised at the door, reaching toward the doorbell.

Its clear tone sounds through the hallway, signaling
to Seijuro you’ve arrived. Eyeing the clock, he’s pleased to note you’re early.
Punctuality is something he appreciates.

Outside you fidget as you wait, palms slightly
sweaty. It’s not just nerves of where you are, it’s who you’re about to see and be working with. Of all the people for
your teacher to assign you to work with it just had to be the one boy in the
entire school who utterly intimidates and captivates you. The door opens
revealing a butler in full suit.

He extends a surprisingly friendly smile. “Ah, you
must be miss ______-san, the young master is in the study. If you will please
follow me.”

You enter, trying to keep your expression from
showing the awe you feel for the beauty of Akashi-san’s home.

“May I take your coat?” the butler asks.

“Um, yes, thank you,” you reply allowing him to
remove it.

“This way,” he continues after hanging it up.

Your steps echo through the massive hallway, your
eyes trailing over all the exquisite artwork. In little time, you’ve reach the double
doors of what you presume is the study as your escort stops. He taps so gently
you wonder if anyone could possibly hear but a firm, “Enter,” confirms he has
been. He opens both doors, drawing back and ushering you forward with a bow and
extension of his arm.

“Young master, miss _____-san to see you,” he
announces. He stands again, ready at attention.

“Thank you, Tekkan, you may go,” Akashi-san says as
he rises from his seat. As the door shuts, you bow slightly.

“Good morning, Akashi-san,” you offer, thankful your
voice isn’t shaking.

“Good morning, _______-san, thank you for being willing
to come all this way. Normally I would say we could meet after school but I’m
sure you know I’m exceptionally busy preparing for the Winter Cup.”

You nod, working hard to maintain eye contact with
him, the intensity of his gaze making it rather difficult.

During the ensuing silence, Akashi observes you,
impressed by the way you carry yourself in what is most likely an uncomfortable
situation. His home, he knows, is not the most welcoming and himself rather…intense.
He just doesn’t know any other way to be; winners are focused. Partnership and
group projects are the bane of his existence but when he heard he’d been paired
with you, well, he knew two things.
One: the work would be perfect and two: the company would be enjoyed.

A natural observer, Akashi was rather startled the
first time he saw you. All day he couldn’t get you out of his head. There was,
and still is, something about you that draws him in, keeps his attention on
you. He wonders if you’ve sensed it, but figures probably not. For all his
focus on winning and the pride of one’s worth, he finds himself admiring your
humility. You’re kind to everyone, pleasant and respectful, your beauty
radiating from inward out.

“Shall we get started?” you ask pulling him from his
thoughts.

He smiles and you feel your legs shake. “Absolutely,”
he replies heading to the French double doors. Looking over his shoulder he continues,
“Forgive my rudeness, is there anything you would like? Tea? Water?”

“No, no, I’m fine, thank you,” you say hastily
following him outside where you see he’s set up, or had set up for him, all the
materials you need for your art project. Having a rather unconventional idea,
your art teacher decided it would be a good idea to have her students combine
their work on one canvas. Looking at the supply table, you see there are
multiple paint tubes, brushes and numerous canvass.

“I thought it best to have additional ones in case something
goes awry,” Akashi answers to your inquisitive look.

Of course, he would think that far ahead. Taking a
deep breath, you set down your bag, extracting a few books brought for
inspiration.

“We won’t need those.” Your red-headed companion’s
words surprise you.

“I…I’m not very good at painting freehand,” you
admit.

“In that case, allow me to guide you,” he offers. He
steps to a docking station, turning on light instrumental music before looking
back at you.

You tilt your head in confusion, but step in front
of the easel when he extends his hand towards it. Moving around you, he gathers
a palette, filling it with various colors. Taking a brush, he hands it and the
palette to you. As you step forward, you’re startled when he moves up right behind
you.

“Are you ok with this?” he asks covering your hand
with his own, fingers grasping the brush. Throat dry and heart pounding you can
only nod; truthfully, you’re a wreck but would be lying if you said you weren’t
getting a thrill of having him so close to you.

“Relax your arm, that’s it,” he says lowly in your
ear and you have to suppress a shiver. Slowly he guides your hand to the paint,
selecting the color he wants, and then pulls back, placing the brush against
the pure white canvas. With slow, deliberate movements, his breath fanning over
your neck, he moves your hand in long sweeping motions.

“I find painting while listening to music to be the
most inspirational,” he says gathering another color and moving back to the canvas.
“It allows your mind to wander free but at the same time helps you focus on
conveying the emotion of the piece, translating it from audio to visual.”

All you can focus on is the heat of his body next to
yours.

Akashi has no idea what possessed him to try this,
he barely knows you and yet here he is, his chest pressed into your back, his hand
over yours, his face so near your skin he can smell your perfume and all of it is working against his finely tuned
self-control.

When the paint runs low, he releases you, both of
you missing the contact more than you probably should. You stand stock still,
eyes focused on the work you’ve been creating together, though Akashi has been
doing pretty much all the work. Unable to stop yourself, you reach a hand
forward, the images he’s created feeling like their sucking you into their
depths. Warm reds, yellows, oranges and pinks swirl together in a typhoon of
color, darker purples and blues creating the impression of leaves dancing on a
fiery wind and in the center of it all there is what appears to be a heart.

You turn your head at the same moment Akashi looks
up from what he’s doing. When your eyes lock, it’s as if the rest of the world
disappears. You have no idea what’s going on between you, but it feels intense and
carnal and…the clatter of the art supplies landing roughly on the table snap
you out of your haze just long enough to realize Akashi is heading towards you
at a rapid pace.

A second later, you’re in his arms, his forehead
pressed against yours.

“_____-san,” he breathes out, your name a statement
and a question all at once. You barely nod and his lips are against yours. He
kisses you gently at first, but it builds quickly, his arms wrapping around your
waist tighter. He turns you around, pushing you against the closed doors, making
you gasp when your back hits the handles.

Akashi curses inwardly; it’s not like him to make a
mistake like that. Intent on rectifying it, he whirls you to the side, opening
the door and pulling you inside. He lands on the chaise, tugging you down onto his lap, his head craning up to reach your lips once more.

He can’t get enough of your taste, the natural
sweetness of your mouth, the intoxicating scent of your perfume and the feel of
your body beneath his hands. He’s never felt so out of control in his life.

You’re sure any second now your heart is going to
give out. Akashi is, like with everything else, excellent at kissing. A gasp
escapes your lips, eyes flying open, when his hand, hot and confident, trails
over the slightly exposed portion of your back between your shirt and your
skirt. He pushes it up further when he feels you lean more into him, pleased
you want him to keep touching you like this, his already bright eyes flashing
with heat looking at your dazed face.

A hand on the back of your head pulls your lips back
to his. He’s more insistent, more intense, holding you tighter and making your
head swim. Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, he smirks as you moan
lightly, tongue dancing with yours as he enters your mouth and you let him
lead.

“Akashi-san,” you whimper, knees shaking from the
effort to hold yourself up.

“Hmmmm?” he mumbles against your skin and you
tremble as his hand goes even higher.

Looking into his eyes, you hesitate, nervous about
continuing. You don’t even know why you’ve allowed yourself or him to do this;
you barely know each other! And sure, you have friends and acquaintances who
hook up all the time, sometimes with complete strangers, but this isn’t how you
normally are. The thought that you could have blown a chance with Akashi, of something
remotely real…

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks pulling away
slightly.

You don’t, but you will, because you’re not this
girl. You only have to nod once and he’s helping you to stand
back up, though you’re unsure if your legs will hold your weight. Thankfully,
he keeps hold of you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…”you swallow once,
finding it ludicrous that you could have your tongue down his throat thirty
seconds ago but you can’t get it to work long enough to tell him how you feel.
Shaking your head, you try again. Looking back up you finally breath out, “I
really like you and…and I’m not usually this…this…” you can’t even say the
words, looking away again.

He draws you back to his face, kissing the tip of
your nose and smiling. “_____-san, please do not think that I think less of you
because of this. Besides, I’m the one who put us in this position. It should be
me asking your forgiveness for my complete lack of decorum.”

“Does that mean…do you regret this?” you ask fearfully.

He shakes his head. “Not at all, in fact,” he leans
in again, kissing you gently before admitting, “I’d really like to take you out
on a date some time.”

“I’d like that,” you whisper.

“Next Saturday?”

“Perfect,” you reply smiling.

“Good, then let’s get this project done, shall we?”
he asks, taking your hand and leading you back out to the terrace.

Needless to say, you both received an “A” for your “stunning
representation of the tumultuous storm of the heart”.

Hi!!! I read your selfish request and had to look what that kisses choices are sooooo here, a kiss promt request #12 for Kuroo (Haikyuu) and Hyuga (KnB) and/or #30 for Daichi (Haikyuu) and Midorima (KnB). You choose what you like. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Awwww! Thank you for your choices! I went with Kuroo and Hyuga with #12! I got another response for Daichi so will probably tack on #30 to those two. Enjoy!

Kiss #12 – Accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and
just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart.

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kuroo stands holding the bar above his head on the train,
swaying slightly into the turn; he’s exhausted. Three straight weeks of earlier
than normal and all-day weekend practices have been draining his batteries but
it must be done; the team needs all they can get before the National prelims. Kenma,
playing his game, yawns prompting him to as well. They’re headed home after an
extremely long day.

Kuroo stretches as he looks out the window and it’s then he
catches a reflection of you seated behind him. He grins a bit as your head
bobs; you look as tired as he feels. A moment later, he catches your eye, his
smile widening as you send your own his way.

“Hey, ______-san,” he says, his voice gravely from shouting
at Lev all day about proper receiving and blocking, “what are you doing out
this late?”

“Hi Kuroo-san,” you return, moving to stand nearer so you
don’t have to shout from your seat; that and you just want to be closer to your
crush. “I had a group project to work on and since I was in this neighborhood
mom asked me to pick up some things. I got distracted window shopping so left a
bit later than I meant to.”

“Too many shiny things to look at?” he teases and you smack
his arm good-naturedly.

The two of you chit chat as the train continues on its way,
filling with more and more people as it goes. Eventually, you’re forced embarrassingly
close to Kuroo, his face just a hair’s breadth from your own. If you were to
angle your head and lift on your toes you’d probably end up kissing him; the
thought makes you break out in red and the fact that he can see you like that
just makes it worse.

Kuroo notices the redness of your face and frowns slightly;
are you too warm? There are a lot of people, all shoving and pushing to gain ground
on the train.

Suddenly, the train jerks and since neither of you were
holding on (due to no overhead bar real estate left) the momentum causes you to
stumble. Kuroo tries to help but over compensates turning what should have been
a smooth grab around your waist to help you remain upright into an embarrassingly
public fall into one another. He turns to take the brunt of the hit, you
landing against him as his back his the wall.

Both of you have wide eyes, faces even closer than before and
his arm still around your waist.

Kuroo has the most insane desire to kiss you. You’ve been
flirting for months, obviously into each other but he’s so busy he hasn’t
wanted to ask you out…at least not yet. But now, in this moment, his lips
twitch with the desire to cover yours. His eyes flick to yours before returning
to look at your lips again. You see the movement, sense the question and the
desire, and the knowledge that Kuroo Tetsuro wants to kiss you making your
stomach feel like it’s on a roller coaster.

Just when Kuroo thinks it’s going to happen, he feels himself
yanked backwards, Kenma dragging him by his backpack through the now open door
of the stopped train.

“Wait, Kenma, what- “but it’s too late, the doors shut and
you’re whisked away, face looking out at him as the train pulls away. “Damn it,
Kenma what the hell was that?”

The setter looks at him with an annoyed look. “The train was
leaving, we’re already late. Flirt on your own time.” He starts walking then
shoots over his shoulder, “That and you should at least as to take her on a
proper date first.”

Kuroo smirks at the second year, deciding that he’s right. And
that’s the first thing he’s going to do when he sees you again on the train tomorrow.

Junpei Hyuga

The final buzzer sounds, echoing through the momentarily
silent gymnasium. It’s over, Seirin has done it; they’ve beat Rakuzan High to
win the Winter Cup! A chorus of cheers erupts filling the vast space in a
deafening sound of celebration. As a photographer intern you’re right on the
floor, watching the final moments in breathtaking close proximity. You’re over
the moon happy for your best friends, Junpei and Teppei.

The click of your camera captures the celebratory moments,
including Junpei and Teppei’s high five. That
one you’ll be framing as a gift for Junpei.

Standing up you make your way forward, taking pictures as
you go. You’re so focused on looking through your view finder, that you don’t
notice the mass of people rushing the floor. A moment later, you’re shoved
roughly forward, instinctively protecting your very expensive equipment which
unfortunately leaves you unable to brace yourself for impact. Just as you
prepare to hit the floor, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling
you up. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find yourself in Junpei’s arms,
his (you think) endearing scowl deepening as he stares over your head at
whoever pushed you.

“Are you ok?” he asks looking down and you’re startled how
close your face is to his.

Swallowing once you nod, hands still clutching your camera.

Hyuga feels like punching someone; doesn’t anyone look where
they’re going? You could have been really hurt just now, possibly trampled by
all the people rushing about. His arms instinctively tighten around you at the
thought. Maybe it’s because he’s still high on adrenaline and feels like he can
do anything, but his vision full of your beautiful countenance, he can’t think
of anything else except how much he wants to kiss you.

You’ve been his steady outside support the entire season,
making time for him when he knows you’re super busy with all your school work
plus working your internship. Steadily, over the years, he’s grown quite fond
of you, just recently concluding it’s more than fondness; he really likes you.

Staring at one another, you see Junpei’s eyes flick to your
lips and stay focused there. Does…does he want to kiss you? You feel a sudden
wave of excitement at the thought. You’ve cared about him for a long time now,
wishing you had the guts to confess but never wanting to put more pressure on
him with all he had going on with school and the team.

Just as he thinks he’s going to do it, Hyuga feels an arm
around his neck, pulling him away from you.

“Come on, captain, we’ve gotta go debrief,” Teppei says,
casting a wide smile and wave to you as he drags off his friend.

You turn, disappointment flooding your chest, but a moment
later you feel a hand grab your shoulder, turning you back around. Junpei is
there, his breath coming in long pants.

“Wait for me?” he asks.

You smile, nodding yes. He smiles back, squeezing your shoulder
and then takes off to catch up with his team.

Hello! First of all, I really love your writing, some of scenarios are that well done I actually forgot I was reading them and not participating in them myself! Could I ask for one too? Like an angst with Imayoshi and #77? I’ll love you forever if you put it in Mafia!AU but if you don’t want to do this it’s fine, just ignore this message then, please. Have a great day anyways! ♥

Hi namadine! Thank you so much for your lovely
compliment! I’m so pleased I can literally take you into the story. This is my
first time writing a Mafia AU so I hope it’s good. Also, I love that you chose
Imayoshi! He’s one of those characters that I like more the more I re-watch the
anime.

Slight language so technically NSFW.

I thought this picture was great for this, please give the artist kudos here.

Shoichi Imayoshi – Prompt #77 – “You shouldn’t have
even been there!” (angst/Mafia!AU)

“Get it done tonight. I want it clean, no mistakes,”
Imayoshi says coolly.

“Tch, why send me to do this job?” Aomine asks
yawning.

“Because, despite your lazy attitude, you’re the best
shot we have. It’s simple, probably won’t take you more than ten minutes tops.”

“More like five,” the ace sniper comments, his words
indicative of his acquiescence to the orders.

“What is it Sakurai?” asks the bespectacled head of
the Too mafia gang after the blue haired male has left the room.

His mousy assistant jumps slightly, unaware he’s
been observed. “I’m sorry,” he begins shakily, bowing slightly, “I just…do you
think it’s a good idea to leave it to him?”

Before he can answer, Wakamatsu is already raving, “Of
course it’s not a good idea! Boss, you know how he is! Let me take this one,
you know how unfocused he is ever since Kagami-“

“Aomine is fine,” Imayoshi interjects firmly, “it’s
time for him to get back in the game. As for Kagami, I’ll admit that was an
unfortunate incident, but we must move forward.” He stands, heading for the
door, saying over his shoulder, “But if you’re that worried about him,
Wakamatsu, feel free to tag along. Just don’t get in his way.”

Later that night…

Aomine sits on top of a roof, the cold of the
evening biting through even his heavy coat. He bemoans the need to take it off
soon in order to have the best body control possible for this shot. Nearby,
Wakamatsu kneels in the shadows, his presence irritating but not distracting;
Aomine is too good for that.

Eventually his target arrives, getting out of his
car and making his way inside. Shucking his jacket off, Aomine readies himself
into position, his gun already out and waiting for him. As he settles his right
eye against the scope of his rifle both widen in surprise when he sees you in
the same café as his target.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.

“What is it?” his unwanted companion asks.

“_______-chan is in there. What the hell is she
doing in this territory?” Aomine asks.

“Not sure, but boss man isn’t going to be happy
about it, that’s for sure,” responds the blonde.

“No shit,” Aomine says running a frustrated hand
through his hair.

He weighs his options; his target isn’t exactly
known for drawing attention, in fact Daiki can see he’s moving about the room
with nary a glance in his direction. It’s worth the risk of your exposure to
the violence. Plus, it’s not like you know anything about anything. To you,
Imayoshi and the rest of them are respectable business men dealing in the world
of high paid athletes and sponsorships. You have no idea that Too and all its
associates are one of the largest mafia organizations in Japan, second only to
the Rakuzan family.

“I’m taking the shot,” he says, repositioning and
removing the safety. It will all be over in a blink of an eye.

Inside the café you’re enjoying a latte along with a
toffee scone, perfect companions to the latest novel from your favorite author.
Glancing up as you turn a page, you’re startled to see a red dot settled on the
back of a fellow patron. It takes milliseconds for you to figure out what you’re
looking at, your body moving on its own.

“Look ou-“you cry standing up rapidly, but your
voice is cut short as a sharp sting smacks against your back, the air in your
lungs escaping as pain radiates from the point of impact outwards.

The last thing you see are the bright blue eyes of
the man whose life you just saved, seemingly at the cost of your own.

In a large mansion, a large room holds a large bed
which holds a very small and fragile you. Imayoshi sits in a nearby chair, head
in his hands. Why? Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to take the
job? If only he’d told that damned self-proclaimed “emperor” to shove it up his
ass, you wouldn’t be in this position, fighting for your life.

Taking your hand, slow tears trailing down his face,
Imayoshi whispers, “You shouldn’t have
even been there.”

No, you shouldn’t have been anywhere near that side
of town but he just had to be “busy”. He just had to blow you off and tell you
he couldn’t see you because he had business to attend to. He’d no fucking
business other than assigning Aomine to the hit. How could his ace have done this?
He never missed, ever.

Leaning his head down onto the bed, he sobs, “Y/N,
please…please come back to me. I…I can’t…I can’t do this without you.” He looks
up to your serene face, holding out hope you’re just sleeping, just really
tired and will wake up soon. He stands, brushing his lips against your
forehead, “I love you so much, please…please open your eyes.”

Days pass then weeks then months with no change in
your condition other than you’re losing weight and muscle mass but Imayoshi
refuses to give up, refuses to pull the plug despite doctor’s opinions and
forecasts being unfavorable to any recovery at all.

He knows he’s a selfish bastard, but Imayoshi
routinely does the things that people hate, and right now, he’s keeping you
alive, even if it kills him. Because for as much as he hurts to see you like
this, he can’t let you go.

Hi!! Can u combine the numbers for kiss?? Is yes can you do one for kise, kiss, 19&20 if not just either one will do! Love your blog 😍😍

Thank you darling! And yes, we can combine! These two were perfect to go together.
19) raking a hand through the hair and getting a good handful to pull the other person closer (before or during the kiss)
20) starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in devout passion
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“That was such a funny movie!” Kise exclaims as you walk out of the theater side by side. The fact you’re still giggling is testament to the truth of his words. Looking at him you smile; he’s a great best friend.

You walk towards your house, nearing the end of a wonderful “friend date” as you and the blonde next to you have dubbed them. A sigh almost escapes you; for a long while now you’ve been wishing they could be real dates but you won’t risk ruining things with Kise.

He’s a flirt and a model to boot, how could you ever stand a chance of actually dating him? He mentions frequently how much he loves that you’re a girl he easily gets along with, without drama. Damn your stupid feelings!

“_________-cchi, you ok?” he asks and you nod, faking a yawn to explain your unfocused gaze.

“Was up early for the gym,” you explain and he chuckles.

“So dedicated, it’s one of the things I admire about you,” he says and you feel your heart skip.

All too soon you’re at the door of your apartment. Looking up at Kise’s handsome face you long to kiss him properly, just once. He looks back at you, a sweet smile on his face.

“Well, goodnight,” he says and leans down, kissing near the corner of your mouth. The peck send sparks over your skin.

Kise pauses, then moves a fraction of an inch and kisses you again. It’s just a peck but it’s full lip contact. Pulling back he stares in your eyes.

You inhale sharply when his hand rakes through your hair, grasping a handful firmly and tugging you forward, his lips crashing into yours.

A touch of his tongue makes you gasp and he enters your mouth, wrapping his other arm around your waist prompting you to wrap yours around his neck. His lips massage against yours as he inhales through his nose to gain oxygen.

A nibble of your bottom lip makes your knees weak and you clutch him tighter.

When breathing becomes necessary you part, both panting heavily and staring at each other.

A sly, sexy grin cascades over Kise’s face. Leaning down again he whispers, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

“Me too,” you confess unnecessarily.

He closes the distance further, breathing against your mouth, “Let’s do it again.”

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

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

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

“You ok?” he asks lowly and you nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miracle Loving – NSFW

Ok @kazuhikonaori, this may not be exactly what you requested
but it’s fairly close. I still can’t believe I wrote this *blush*. VERY NSFW!!! I’ve
corrupted two miracle boys. Hope you enjoy!

Miracle Loving

“Let me make this clear…Fuck.No,” Daiki says firmly, his
intense stare making you blush. Wakatoshi, as usual, is silent staring at you
but the slightest cock of his eyebrow lets you know he’s been caught off guard
by your request as well, though he is much less vocal about it.

“But Daiki,” you whine slightly, “this…this is the only thing
I want for my birthday.”

Turning to look at Wakatoshi, Daiki says, “You agree with me
right? There’s no way we’re doing
this!”

The volleyball ace looks at him then back to you. Shrugging
his shoulders his deep voice rumbles, “We already share her, I don’t see how
this would be much different.”

Daiki can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Are you fucking
serious?! Look,” he says turning back to you, “it’s bad enough that I’ve agreed
to this…this…whatever it is that we have going on but there is no way in hell I’m
having sex with him!” He ends
pointing to the brown-haired male on the couch.

“She never said anything about us having sex,” Wakatoshi points out, “she just wants both of us at
the same time.”

You nod rapidly, hands clasped in front of your chest and
eyes wide. “Please,” you beg, “I just…it’s a fantasy I’ve had for a while and
well…I thought my twenty first birthday would be a good time to ask for it.”

Daiki groans. “Can’t you just go and get wasted with us like a
normal girlfriend?”

You smirk. “Since when have I ever been normal Daiki?”

He nods. It’s true, you’re like no girl he’s ever met, which
is the only reason he’s ever agreed to an open relationship. Truthfully, since
being with you there’s no other girl he’s wanted. Oh sure, he’s tested the
waters here and there but he always comes back to you because you’re the only
one who can satisfy him fully. It was quite the blow to his pride when you
admitted you wanted more, and by more you meant another man, but Daiki figured it was better sharing you than not
having you at all.

Wakatoshi, another alpha male type, has a similar
disposition regarding you; it’s pretty much the only thing he and Daiki agree
on. Not that there’s much arguing as they barely talk to each other but there
it is. Now, back to the matter at hand.

Daiki sighs, running hands through his blue hair. “No
touching me, Wakatoshi, I mean it, one stray ass grab or anything and I’ll deck
you.”

He doesn’t bother with a reply, not eager to be in close
proximity of his fellow ace in such an intimate setting either, but he loves
you and wants to give you what you want. He nods once signaling his agreement.

Now that you’ve gotten their consent, you have a fierce
butterfly tsunami in your stomach. You’ve had this scenario play out in your
head multiple times, often using its imagery to bring yourself to completion with
your own hand on lonely nights when both your boys were gone at games. Before
they can back out you grab both their hands and lead them to your bedroom.

Standing between them, you lean up and kiss Daiki, his lips
massaging yours with an intense passion. Pulling away, you take a deep breath
and turn to Wakatoshi, kissing him as well. He caresses your cheek, his touch
sending tingles down your spine. Slowly his hand trails to your waist, rotating
you to face him completely. Before you can wrap your arms around his neck you
feel Daiki’s hands reach to your chest, beginning to unbutton your blouse while
Wakatoshi’s undo the clasp of your pants.

When your shirt is on the floor, Daiki suckles the flesh of
your neck, finding the spot that makes your knees weak. Breaking away from your
lips, Wakatoshi kneels down, pulling your pants down and helping you step out
of them. Daiki lets go long enough to take off his shirt, his firm chest
pressing into your back as his hands roam over your breasts, cupping and
kneading them through your bra.

“Daiki,” you breath out and he smirks against your skin,
nipping you gently making you inhale sharply. Below, Toshi is kissing his way
up your thighs, trailing his tongue into the grove of your hips. Opening your
eyes, you look down just in time to see him clench the band of your panties
between his teeth, dragging them downward. Daiki gives him an assist by pushing
the tight material down your ass, leaving his hands on your newly exposed flesh
and kneading it like dough.

The multiple sensations are making your breathing increase.
As he leans back up again, Toshi gives a quick flick of his tongue against your
slit making you whine his name, displeased he isn’t continuing.

“Patience baby, we need to warm you up,” Daiki rumbles in
your ear before biting the lobe.

“Oh god,” you breathe. Wakatoshi is on his knees, his head
level with your breasts. He sends a look to Daiki who responds by unclasping the
hooks of your bra. Pulling it down slowly Toshi stares at your body; he loves
every part of you. Grasping the outside of your thighs, he leans forward and
licks one nipple puckering it up before moving to the other and sealing his
lips over to suck firmly, all the while with Daiki massaging your ass and
sucking the side of your neck hard enough that you know you’ll have a mark.

You’re panting heavily, and for a moment you’re not sure you
can take the level of pleasure they’re dishing out. This is so much better than any of the fantasies you’ve had and they’re
just getting started!

“Let’s move to the bed,” you say, “I can’t…I can’t stand
much longer.”

“Weakling,” Daiki teases in your ear but you don’t care. He
lifts you up into his arms easily. Looking over his shoulder he says, “Get
undressed and sit against the headboard.”

Even if he isn’t willing to engage in any action with Toshi,
the fact that he just told him to get naked turns you on even more. The chestnut-haired
male does as bidden, shucking his clothing to the floor. As he moves towards
the bed you can feel your mouth watering. Years of physical training and
discipline have sculpted him into quite the specimen.

As Wakatoshi gets into position and draws you flush against
his chest, his firming erection poking your ass, you watch Daiki shed his jeans
and boxer briefs. He’s a bit leaner than Toshi, but still exceptionally
muscular. You are one lucky girl to be surrounded, literally, with such handsome,
strong men.

It’s clear Daiki is running the show here and Toshi,
thankfully, is willing to let him; at least for now. “Lean against him and
shift your hips down,” Daiki orders. He’s sporting the look he gives when he’s
ready to devour you. Settling as he instructs your heart is pounding. Daiki
going down on you is amazing; Daiki going down on you while Toshi is caressing your breasts? Exquisite.

With slow deliberate movements, Daiki crawls on the bed, his
eyes never leaving yours. If there’s one thing this man has, it’s confidence in
his game both on and off the court. He grabs two pillows, easily lifting your
ass up and settling you back down. Now that you’re a little elevated he can really get down to business.

“Already so wet,” he murmurs trailing his nose along your
thigh towards your center, “you must really want this Y/N.”

“Yes,” you whisper, “please Daiki.”

“Hmmmmm, well since you asked so nicely,” he says leaning
forward. He gives a long lick from the base of your slit to the top of your
clit, nipping the latter with his teeth once before burying his face between
your thighs, his tongue thrusting deeply into your pussy making you moan
loudly.

Toshi’s hands are on your breasts, pinching and rolling your
nipples as Daiki goes to town on your snatch making you twitch and buck against
his face. Strong hands grab your thighs holding you still. From behind,
Wakatoshi watches Daiki work you over, surprised by how much this is turning him
on. It’s not like he hasn’t seen porn before, but watching his fellow ace give
you so much pleasure is making him painfully hard. He can’t wait until it’s his
turn to eat you.

“Oh fuck, Daiki, yes, just like that,” you moan. Flicking
his gaze upwards, he finds you have your head cast back resting on Toshi’s
shoulder. Briefly the men’s eyes meet and a silent challenge issued; who can
make you moan their name more often and/or louder?

You’re blissfully unaware of their silent wager, simply
enjoying the feel of Daiki’s tongue pulsing in and out of your wet center. You’re
surprised when Toshi turns your head and covers your mouth with his own. The
dual feeling of Toshi’s tongue in your mouth and Daiki’s tongue in your pussy
makes you groan loudly. Pulling away for breath you pant, “Toshi, oh god,” as he
sucks and bites your neck hard.

Shifting, he moves from behind to beside you, settling you
flat on your back, your hips still up on the pillows where Daiki has not
stopped eating you. He’s keeping you just on this side of your orgasm, not
letting you have the grand finale just yet. Toshi leans down, opening his mouth
wide to suck your breast into his mouth, rolling his tongue around your
nipple.

“Toshi, Daiki, oh, oh shit.” Your head is swimming, all the
stimulation almost becoming too much. Soon you’re begging, “Please, Daiki,
please let me come. I need to come.” Satisfied that he’s won this round, Daiki
seals his lips over your clit, sucking hard while flicking with his tongue. You
shatter, letting out a long, loud wail of pleasure, your whole body shaking.

As you come down from your high, the boys are prepping their
next steps. “Front or back?” Daiki asks him and Toshi’s surprised he’s giving
him a choice. “Front,” he answers receiving a nod.

Moving back to you, Daiki kisses your lips, allowing you to
taste yourself and it’s so erotic. “You ready for the next part?” he asks and
you nod. He helps you to your knees, guiding you to where Toshi is waiting for
you on his knees, his erection thick, firm and ready to go. Rolling on a condom
and then lubricant he reaches for you, hands caressing the skin of your back.
Grabbing your hips, he lifts you, seating you on his long, strong member and
pushing down and up slowly, encasing himself completely in your wet warmth.

“Y/N,” he breathes out against your neck, kissing you gently
and sucking on your lobe. He whispers in your ear, “I love you,” and you melt
against him.

“Toshi, yes, fuck me, oh, oh yeah!” you cry as he gradually
increases his thrusts. He leans you back, holding your waist and watches your
breasts bounce as he pounds into you. He only goes for a few seconds, not
wanting to finish off before they’ve given you the main event you requested in
the first place.

“Ready for me baby?” Daiki says from behind and you nod,
voice unable to be found.

Slathering on a significant amount of lubricant to himself
and then to you, Daiki slowly and gently sheaths his dick in your ass, moving
in centimeter by centimeter, stretching you out. This isn’t the first time you’ve
done anal with either of them, but each time it takes a bit of work to open you
up. And it’s the first time you’ve had both their dicks in you at the same
time; it’s interesting to note the differences.

Daiki’s is long, strong and smooth, slightly narrow (but not
thin) while Toshi’s is thick, his veins slightly more pronounced giving him a
ridged feeling. Having both of them is beyond words to explain.

Warm flesh presses against your back and front; you’re encased in an ace sandwich.

Looking at one another, Toshi and Daiki somehow communicate
when to move together and when they do you bellow out, “Oh fuck! Daiki, yes,
yes! Toshi, oh god, please!” Daiki goes left, while Toshi goes right, the blue
hair kissing your shoulder while the brown hair lifts and suckles on of your
breasts. Reaching downward, Toshi caresses your clit sending you to fucking
nirvana.

Both the boys are breathing hard, their love and passion for
you overflowing as they watch you completely lose yourself in the sensations
they’re creating together. Neither had really wanted to do this but now, watching
you and how much you’re enjoying it, they can’t say they regret it.

Daiki leans back enough to smack your ass, causing you to
cry out his name and the next second Toshi’s fingers are pinching your nipples
making you call out his. Back and forth, up and down, they’re fucking you into
oblivion until you can’t remember your own name.

“Oh, oh fuck, yes, yes Daiki, Toshi, oh god,” you wail,
then, “Oh…oh…I’m close, I’m gonna come so hard!”

“That’s it baby, come for us,” Daiki whispers in your ear,
Toshi adding, “Come, Y/N, come now!”

“Oooooohhhhhh fuuuuuccckkkk!” You’re hit with the most
intense orgasm of your life, spasmsing and thrashing between them. When the
first wave retreats, first Daiki then Toshi pull out allowing you to collapse
on the bed. In the middle of your orgasm the two of them had theirs as well and
leave the bed to dispose of their condoms.

When they return, you’re already fast asleep. They look at
each other. “Not sure who won that round,” Daiki said and Toshi nods in your
direction.

“I think she did.”

Daiki actually chuckles, pulling the covers over your sweat
and fluid covered body.

“Let’er sleep, she can shower later,” he says. Turning he
adds, “I’m gonna shower and then pick up some pizzas and chocolate cake for
her.”

Toshi nods, moving towards the door to head to his bedroom
and do the same.

On the bed, you have a blissful smile on your face. It
certainly has been a happy birthday.

Hi! I’m new to the blog so can i request a kise ryouta and number 44 please! Thanks! ❤️

Hello hlbanana and welcome! I didn’t remember you asked
for slight angst until I went back to post my reply. This ended up pretty much
full on angst, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thanks for following and
sending in an ask!

Kise Ryouta –
Prompt #44 – “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

When Kise rounds the corner of his block and sees you sitting on
the stairs of his condo he smiles. But it drops away as your head comes up,
your face streaked with tears and your hand over your mouth.

“Hey,” he says softly crouching down so he’s level with your face,
“what’s wrong? What happened?” His hand reaches out to smooth down your hair
but you stand abruptly and head up the stairs without a word. Ok, maybe you
want to talk to him inside. He follows you, unlocking the door (just now
realizing it’s odd that you didn’t use the key he gave you) and leads you in.

Shutting the door, he opens his mouth to repeat his question only
to snap it shut when you say, “Well, looks like you had a good time at the
party.”

He freezes, eyes going wide when you turn around, a mixture of
pain and anger on your face.

“Yeah, I saw,” you confirm before heading to the bedroom. Kise
remains where he is, his mind working on overtime to try to think of something to say that doesn’t make him
sound like a jerk but there’s really nothing. How can he explain he was only
kissing that woman to prove a point to himself? To confirm what everyone else
already knows but he’s just too damn stubborn and prideful to admit? He always
said he wanted a girl who wouldn’t tie him down and that’s what you started out
as. But now…

“Y/N,” he calls walking down the hall, pausing at the threshold of
his bedroom and watching you empty the drawer he’d designated for you. “That
was…I…”

“Don’t! Just…don’t,” you say over your shoulder, roughly shoving clothing
and other personal items into your backpack. Standing up you rub your eyes, a
mirthless chuckle escaping your lips as you say, “You know? I don’t know why I’m crying. I knew
what this was and I thought I could handle it. But where I come from you don’t
give someone something like this,” you hold up the key he’d given you a couple
weeks ago, “and this,” you kick the drawer you just emptied, “if this,” you
gesture between the two of you, “doesn’t mean anything.”

Kise feels a pang in his chest as you toss the key onto the
dresser before lifting your backpack and shouldering your way past him into the
hall. “______-cchi, it does mean
something-“he says to your back but you cut him off.

“Yeah, it means I’m an idiot for ever allowing myself to get this
close to you. I mean, how did I ever think I could
have a casual relationship with someone? Oh sure, Y/N, let’s try to let go of
being so uptight and needy. Let’s show the people back home you can hang with
the “in crowd”, the “I don’t give crap about anyone crowd”, the “this is all
well and good as long as it’s fun” crowd.“

Kise grabs your wrist but you wrench it away, whirling around,
your eyes red rimmed. “How could I ever think someone as shallow as you
could feel something deep for me?”

He knows you’re angry, and for good reason because he knows he
hasn’t been clear with what he wants, but that hurt. He feels a stinging near
his eyes.

“_________-cchi, please…let me explain-”

“Explain what, exactly? There’s nothing to explain! You’re
not willing to commit, end of story!”

“No, it’s not the end of the story! Damn it, Y/N will you
just let me talk?!” he yells.

“No, Kise, your actions spoke louder than any words you can
say! I’m done! We had our fun, you were a good time and that’s all.”

You turn to leave but he grabs you again desperate for you to at
least listen.

“She didn’t mean anything,” he says quietly.

“None of us mean anything to you Kise,” you answer.

He turns you around, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking
you once. “Stop, just listen! You…you mean so much to me…I…I need
you.” He pauses but goes for broke, “I love you.”

You laugh in his face, a mocking, angry sound that is painful to
hear, your face contorted in disbelief and slight disgust.

“You’ve got a really screwed up way of showing it,”
you spit out viciously, “having your tongue down another woman’s throat
doesn’t exactly lend credence to your words!” You pull away again, opening
the door.

Kise says, running hands through his hair, “I just…look, I
had to make sure of what I was feeling! I’ve never felt like this before and it
was confusing because I always thought I didn’t want anything more with anyone but
I want you! I want you to be my
girlfriend!”

You turn to look at him, not believing the words you’re hearing.
“So, you needed to make out with another woman to know for sure you love
me?” you ask. He can’t look you in the eyes and it’s all the confirmation
you need.

“You’re such an asshole,” you say lowly making his
head snap up to look at you. “Lose my number. No, you know what? Forget I
even exist because that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you.

Without another word, you walk out his door, not even bothering
to shut it. He watches you go, tears trailing down his cheeks. Even now he’s
hoping, maybe you’ll turn around. He doesn’t shut the door until he can’t see
you anymore.