a little known fact is that 75% of the reason i started this blog was that somewhere along the way, someone would ask me for this ballroom/latin!au. when i brought may on and we started talking to get to know each other, i found out she also loves dancing with the stars as much as i do. we knew we had to write this au or else we’d only screech to each other about it with no other outlet
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Heather Morris’s rumba with Maks Chmerkovskiy is my inspiration for Ukai’s and your dancing so definitely check it out. It’s, like, pitch perfect, the chemistry is all there, I could go on. I’d like to think that good songs for a rumba with him are Amy Winehouse’s slow-downed BBC Live Lounge version of “Valerie” or “Crystallized” by Young the Giant
The two of you have been partnered up since you were kids, and it shows. There’s just something so effortless in your dancing and your partnership. It makes even the most serious of dance styles look like fun.
Needless to say, it took a lot of work (and a little falling in love) to make that happen. Your personalities clashed a lot in the beginning, but something clicked after a particularly bad day in competition and things took a turn for the better from there.
Since he buzzed his hair in his youth, he never had to slick back his hair for competition. The headband he wears all the time now to push his hair back is a sort of middle ground for that when he’s instructing.
The boys love it when Ukai calls you into help with classes. Partially because, hey, a pretty lady is coming to see them, but also because you can give their partners insight that they’re more receptive to since you’re in their position
Plus, the demos from you two are either really hot helpful or lead to some hilarious bickering after
Has a soft spot for the Viennese waltz and foxtrot, even though he’s a latin guy himself. You often joke about him liking those standard dances–as opposed to the tango–because of his delinquent-like appearance.
(This is where I direct you to another dance from Maks Chmerkovskiy, but this time it’s his Viennese waltz with Meryl Davis because I have not shut up to May for days already about this being the perfect VWaltz for Ukai and his partner. I get really emotional about it)
His favorite outside of the ten dance styles in competition is the Argentine tango. Dancing in close embrace with you is just so romantic for him.
eeyyyyy so im busting out the other request i recently finished!
i’m probably gonna alternate posting the halloween requests and my other ones. i was blocked like, the whole of september so that sucked.
ANYWAY! i have a soft spot for these two dorks so i immediately jumped at the chance to write this one hahaha. it’s easier doing these with headcanons, so i went with that.
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FUTAKUCHI KEIJI
TRYING TO GET
THEIR CRUSH’S ATTENTION
If his crush is in some way affiliated with the
volleyball club, he’d ask her to do ridiculous stuff in the name of “school
spirit” or “for the promotion of the volleyball club, Y/N, come on,” so it’s
mostly teasing you.
If his crush is just a classmate or a school
mate, he’d actually do the same, but more timid.
Futakuchi feels like the type of guy who asks
his crush’s friends for what she’s into and what she’s not, or like, ask for
their class schedule and “casually” bumps into the at lunch time and be like,
“oh hey, so you have your lunch here too that’s weird what a coincidence!!!”
He’s especially flashy during matches where he
knows his crush is attending, like jumping extra high during the three-man
blocks (and thanking the coach for those jumping exercises he made all of them
do)
REACTIONS TO
FINDING OUT THEIR CRUSH FEELS THE SAME
Internally, he’s like, exploding. His brain just
exploded because aRE YOU SERIOUS??? YOU LIKE HIM TOO??? WHAT ARE THE EFFING
CHANCES and he half-believes that your friend was just joking when they told
him
And after that he just goes full-on teasing you,
like seriously asking you on a date that one time and then he ended up
chickening out before you answered and told you it was a joke
Bruh, he was miserable after that and kept
hitting himself with a volleyball on the head for being an idiot
You were actually the one to confess because you
were getting tired of Futakuchi inviting you out on dates and chickening out
because he was scared you might decline
Needless to say, Futakuchi turned red as a
tomato after you left
TSUTOMU GOSHIKI
TRYING TO GET
THEIR CRUSH’S ATTENTION
Him trying to get your attention is almost like
him trying to get Ushijima’s attention tbh
But like. In a more excited and overt way
He would boldly come up to you, intending to
talk to you, but as soon as he’s standing in front of you he ends up
stuttering, and he’s so adorable???
There would be some talking, but he’s so stiff
and you feel kind of sorry for intimidating him, but at the same time you’re
wondering why???
If you’re affiliated with the club (like a
manager or for documentation or something) he would give it all of his all, if
you get what I mean, because he really wants to show off
Sometimes he ends up being told off by
Washijo-sensei, though
After games he would sometimes come up to you
and be all like, “Did you see that super straight I did??!??!?!! THAT WAS MY
BEST ONE YET!!!!!” and you find it so endearing because you know he’s doing his
very best in every game
REACTIONS TO
FINDING OUT THEIR CRUSH FEELS THE SAME
His face would turn red, I mean, really red when he first finds out.
Spends a few days wondering if it was a joke and
often gets hit in the face with a ball because of it
Even went to Ushijima for advice—and he felt so
uncomfortable through the whole exchange because Tendou was just sneering in
the corner—but Ushijima was just like, “Conviction is important in becoming an
ace. If you don’t have that in everyday life, then how can you hope to inspire
such in your team?”
Amazingly, Goshiki took his advice and finally
asked you out
He was stuttering like crazy and his face was so
warm you thought he had a fever, but you accepted, thank god
And when you did he stood comically still like a
statue for a minute, trying to process what you said, and when he finally
registered it, he almost fainted with relief
Precious beans!!! These are so cute, I love Ushijima’s advice, very apt!
i LOVE corn mazes and i LOVE ukai. jade, girl, you are speaking my language. this is the last of my requests for the halloween event. thanks to everyone who submitted requests for the occasion!
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Ukai thinks himself a total hypocrite. Before entering this corn maze with the team, he made sure to instruct them all to stay together. Yet, here he was on his own with nothing but a dim flashlight in hand.
Only fifteen minutes or so into their journey in, something spooked the kids. He doesn’t know exactly what, since he and Takeda trailed behind the pack. But out of nowhere someone screamed (probably Hinata) and sent the rest of the team already on edge into a scramble.
Except for Tsukishima, who seemed rather unphased by this. He only started running when Yamaguchi called out to him in fear that “it’s gonna get you!”, to which the tall blonde clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes before groaning, “Fine” and heading off.
“Those idiots,” Ukai grumbled.
“They’ll be fine,” Takeda said. “They all have maps of the maze with them.”
“We should probably try to keep an eye on them, though. I’d rather not deal with angry parents later.”
So he an Takeda split up. Not their brightest idea–literally–as Ukai’s flashlight now seems to dim and flicker more by the minute. He put in fresh batteries before leaving for the maze too. When the light cuts completely, he slaps it a few times to try and restore it, but to no avail.
After a string of muttered curses, he throws his head back. Now would be the perfect time to light a cigarette, but the last thing he wants to do is to accidentally set the place ablaze. Well, the only thing left to do is to try and find another group wandering through the maze to help him out. In the dark, he can barely make out the path before him nor the cornstalk boundaries; it’ll be a slow process. Ukai sighs, lifts his arms up to out in front of him, and takes his first steps.
Birthday: “Well go on Tobio,” you coo, finger crooking for
him to come closer, “don’t you want to open your birthday present?” The
blue-eyed setter’s adam’s apple bobs, fingers clenching into tight fists.
You’re sprawled out on his bed, covered only by a black silk robe and he’s
fairly sure nothing else. It’s simple yet elegant, something he appreciates;
anything with hooks, clasps or intricate knots would be too much for him to
handle. He may have steady hands on the court but in the bedroom, he’s all
nerves and butterfly filled stomach.
Taking a deep breath, he steps forward, shaking hands
reaching down to loosen the flimsy tie. Two quick flicks of his wrists allow
the fabric to fall away revealing you in all your exposed glory.
He swallows again, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he drinks
you in.
“Tobio,” you sigh, closing your eyes and arching your back,
“if you don’t get naked right now and on top of me I’m going to start without
you.”
He blinks once, twice, then tears his clothes off. Just when
you think he’s going to climb in to join you, he takes a seat on the end of the
bed.
“Show me how to touch you,” he whispers.
Well now, this is a surprise…
Handsy: Kageyama feels a tingle at the very tips of his
fingers which turns into a full blown electric current burning against his skin
as he looks at you. The day is a hot one, so you’d decided the perfect place
for you and your setter boyfriend would be the beach. Only now, Kageyama is regretting
his decision to agree with you. It’s not that he isn’t enjoying the view
because you look stunning in your bathing suit. It’s that he’s not sure how
long he can keep his hands off you and given that you’re in a very public and
crowded area his arousal is morphing into frustration.
“Come on Tobio,” you chirp, extending a hand behind you, “let’s
go in the water, it’s too hot to lay on the sand!”
Shucking his shirt, he clasps your digits with his own, the
two of you sprinting into the water.
“Awwww, that feels much better!” you exclaim, dunking under
a mid-sized wave. The swells aren’t large here, just enough to provide
entertainment in the form of splashing about or bogey boarding if one were so
inclined.
Turning around, you swallow thickly. Tobio looks…perturbed. “Sweetie,
what’s wrong?” you ask with furrowed brows.
Without a word, Kageyama hefts you into his arms, carrying
you past the wave break. Being taller than you he’s able to still stand in the
mostly still deep water but you’re clinging to him desperately.
“What’re you doing? You know I don’t like going out too far!”
you squeal.
He seals your lips with his own, wrapping your legs tighter around
his waist. Pulling back, he rasps, “Now I can touch you all I want.”
Hi @mintybogdanow, thank you for the request and the compliment and the well wishes! I will do my
best to write someone with ADD without being offensive or stereotypical. I did
some brief reading on the subject to try to get a gist of what it is and how it
manifests. I have a friend who has it and takes medication to help her focus,
so at least I have some experience with
it in real life. In either scenario, the self-description I give the reader is not how I think all people who have ADD
think of themselves or that I think that of them. It’s to try to add to the
angst request. Please let me know if I completely miss the mark and I’ll do
what I can to change it. Per the request, there is NSFW content so if that
makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this one. Also, since there are
two scenarios this is a bit of a longer post.
Hajime Iwaizumi
“_______-chan, did you hear anything I just said?” Hajime’s
voice makes you start, your eyes darting back to his face. Being together for
as long as you have, you can tell the annoyed look he’s wearing is genuine, not
just his normal “resting stick up the ass” face as Oikawa calls it. You feel
yourself blush, turning your eyes away in embarrassment. Truthfully, no, you
haven’t heard a word for the past few minutes because you keep getting
distracted by the guys playing a flashy videogame.
Tonight, since his parents are out of town and all of the
team are practically their own children by this point, most of the players and
some of their girlfriends have ended up at Hajime’s to hang out. Most just sit
around chatting volleyball (of course) but some opted to actually do something
and turned on the game. Which wouldn’t normally be a problem if you’d
remembered to take your Ritalin but of course tonight would be the night you
forgot it at home. In all honesty, you should have just gone to get it but couldn’t
come up with a viable excuse to leave since no one, not even Hajime, knows you
have ADD. It’s not something you like to talk about.
“Sorry, no, what were you saying,” you finally admit with a
sheepish smile.
“You’ve been acting weird all night, is something wrong?” he
asks gruffly. Hajime never has been one to beat around the bush.
Your heart rate jumps up a bit; you thought you were doing a
good job until this moment of maintaining focus but apparently he’s picked up
on your situation much faster than anticipated. Still, you feign ignorance.
“What do you mean?”
His frown deepens. “I don’t know, it’s just…you aren’t as
focused. Usually you follow a conversation no problem but it’s not just that.
You forgot where you put your cup at least five times and you never do that.
And when Kindaichi asked you to grab the chips from the kitchen you went in but
came back out empty handed.”
Your eyes widen; were you really doing this badly without your medication? It’s been so long since you’ve
missed a dosage that you’d forgotten how quickly its effectiveness can wear off.
That and you’re surprised at how much Hajime appears to watch you; if you
weren’t so mortified by the situation you’d be flattered at all his attention
you weren’t even aware you’ve been receiving. Talk about ironic.
Hearing all the things he’s noticed, knowing there’s
probably more he isn’t saying, you feel your eyes start to tear up. This is not how you wanted him to find out about
this, in fact, you’d hoped to never need to tell him. But it’s unavoidable now
with him looking at you with less annoyance and more concern, waiting for you
to give an explanation to his observations. Seeing your face begin to scrunch
up in efforts not to cry he silently takes your hand, leading you upstairs to
his room.
Once there he shuts the door, locking it for good measure; Oikawa
is known for bursting in at inopportune moments to tease Iwa-chan about “being
naughty” with his girlfriend. Sitting you down on the bed, he takes his place
next to you, his right knee bent and touching your left.
“Ok, what’s going on?” he asks holding both your hands.
“Um,” you stammer, your tears flowing a bit more now that
you’re alone, “I…I’m sorry I never told you before but…I…I have ADD and…I
forgot my medication s-so it’s hard for me to focus.”
If you were expecting a big reaction from him, he doesn’t
deliver. He waits silently but when you don’t go on asks, “Is that it?”
Shock spreads across your face, followed by irritation.
“What do you mean, “is that it”? What, like it’s not a big deal, or something?”
You rise to your feet, pacing back and forth as you rant, “Do you think it’s
easy for me to admit I have to rely on medication every day, multiple times a day just to function
“normally”? That it’s not terrifying to admit to my perfect boyfriend that I
have a chemical imbalance?” You run your hands into your hair, tugging slightly
in your frustration. You didn’t mean to freak out, but his lack of reaction and
nonchalant attitude about something that really bothers you about yourself
feels like a slap to the face making you groan out, “How can you be so
unaffected that there’s something wrong
with me?”
He interrupts your breakdown by springing to his feet, his
hands wrenching your own from your hair before he grabs you by the head and
kisses you deeply. His tongue slices through the seam of your lips, dueling
with yours in heated passion.
His hands move from your head to wrap his arms around your
waist tugging you against his firm body. Your own encircle his neck, your head
tilting to grant him more access to ravish your mouth. Hajime pushes you back
against the wall, trailing his fingers until the hem of your shirt with teasing
touches making you squirm.
When you pull back for breath you pant, “What are you
doing?”
He nips your neck making you gasp. “Distracting you,” he
murmurs against your flesh before latching on and sucking firmly. Your hands
grip his large biceps, knees quickly turning to jelly.
Between hot open mouthed kisses against your neck his husky
voice says, “I never want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.” His
hand deftly unzips your skirt sending it pooling to the floor at your feet. “I’m
not perfect, you are and don’t you
ever say otherwise,” he commands kneeling and taking your panties with him.
Before you can protest, he’s lifted you off the ground,
throwing your legs over his shoulders, his face buried between your thighs.
Looking up he grins mischievously. “The only thing I want to hear you moaning
is my name.” With that, he kisses you once before opening his mouth and licking
you firmly.
“Oh god,” you breath.
He pulls back just enough to say cheekily, “That is an
acceptable substitute,” before going back to working your core with his
skillful tongue. He pushes deep inside, swirling around making you fidget but
his strong arms are wrapped firmly around your thighs keeping you secure. You
throw your head back letting out a deep moan as his sucks your clit just like
he knows you love it.
Your hands are clenching his hair, tugging slightly with
each new sensation he gives making him groan into your flesh.
In little time at all he has you reaching your peak and you
move one hand to your mouth to cover your scream. He keeps up his attentions,
drawing out your orgasm until you gently push on his forehead to indicate
you’ve had enough; your voice isn’t working at the moment.
Setting you down, he stands back up, wiping his mouth on the
back of his hand before tugging you towards his bed. Without a word, he takes
out a spare pair of shorts and a t-shirt he keeps in his room just for you. As
you change he does too, into a muscle tank top and pajama pants.
“What about the guys?” you ask.
“Tch, they’ve learned by now to leave us alone, they can
stay as long as they want, I’ll deal with the mess tomorrow,” he mutters
turning off the light and climbing into bed with you.
As he pulls you into his arms, your head on his chest, he
says lowly, “I’m sorry you thought I didn’t care about what you told me. That
isn’t what I think at all.” Taking a deep breath, he goes on, “Honestly, and
don’t you ever tell him I said this,
but I think Trashykawa may be a little right when he calls me a worrywart.” His
confession makes you giggle and he pokes your side in retaliation before going
on, “I mean, my head immediately went to something serious, like, I don’t know
a brain tumor or something. And knowing you,” he squeezes you tighter, “that is
something you’d be just as likely to keep from me because you worry about
burdening other people.”
Moving his hand to cup your cheek he tilts your head so that
your eyes meet his, giving you a smile he saves just for you. “I don’t care if
you have ADD, babe, it doesn’t make me love you any less.”
“I love you too, Hajime,” you whisper kissing him lightly.
Before you can draw back he deepens it, rolling over on top of you.
Looking down into your still flushed face he grins. “I don’t
know why I bothered letting you get dressed,” he says pulling you up just
enough to take off your shirt, “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Yuu Nishinoya
“But _____-chan,” whines Yuu as you walk together from
class, “why can’t you come? It’s been ages
since you have and I want to show you my “crash of lightning” receive!”
“What happened to “rolling thunder”?” you ask avoiding his
question.
He puffs out his chest a bit. “That’s been perfected, so that’s why you have to come and see the
new one!”
Of course you can’t make him forget his request/demand. He
may be hyper, but the boy is nothing if not focused, especially when it comes
to something he wants; unlike you, particularly today. Ever since second year
started you’ve felt like your normal dosage of medication isn’t helping as much
with your ADD. It will be a week before you can get in to your doctor to get
your prescription changed and since you’re not comfortable upping the dosage on
your own you’ll just have to make do until then.
“Yuu-kun, you know I would if I could but I have a ton of
homework to get done. Why don’t you just come over when you get back?” Being an
exchange student with your own living quarters has its advantages since there
are no parents, siblings or roommates to distract you; you do that enough on
your own and don’t want Yuu or the rest of the team to see you struggling to
stay focused.
“But I’ll be gone the whole weekend! Because it’s so far, Kiyoko
arranged for us to stay so we could have two days there! Just start your
homework on the bus! I already asked coach if you could come and since Yachi-san
is sick he said it’s fine!” he says enthusiastically. “Please?! And hey, I
promise I’ll help you, not that you’ll need it because you’re a genius but
still.”
You smile despite your discomfort; he really is too sweet. “Yuu-kun,
you have your own homework to worry about, gotta keep those grades up so you
can keep playing volleyball,” you say squeezing his hand.
He tugs you close, throwing his arm around your shoulders
and kissing your temple. “_____-chan, please come! I want to introduce you to
the Nekoma guys. Most of them don’t believe you’re real and I have to show off
my gorgeous girlfriend!” Normally you’d be laughing but the thought of meeting
new people while you’re dealing with this has your anxiety spiking.
“Yuu, I can’t. I’m sorry but they’re just practice games, right?”
you say more firmly pulling from his embrace. The last thing you want is to end
the day on a sour note, especially with him leaving for the entire weekend, but
his pestering is starting to get to you; you already said no twice, he should
accept that.
“Just practice
games?” he repeats and you suppress the impulse to groan. That was pretty much
the worst thing you could have said to him; every
game is important to these boys and Yuu-kun is one of the most intense,
particularly because this is Nekoma and it’s very rare for them to be able to
get together. That and no doubt he’s hurt that you seemingly don’t want to meet
his rival/friends.
Before you can explain he storms off to the gym and you rub
your temples. Dating the hyperactive libero, as much as you love him, can take
its toll on you. Sighing you make your way to the train station alone. As you
walk you text a brief apology to your boyfriend and wish him good luck with his
games. When you reach home, you start reheating leftovers before getting down
to business with your work.
An hour later you’re still struggling with the same
assignment, your mind a jumbled mess not only because the noise from your
neighbor’s TV is distracting you but because you’re thinking about Noya being
mad at you which frustrates you because he’s not even here and he’s become a distraction! At this rate, it would have
been better to have just gone to Tokyo since it’s unlikely you’ll be able to
get much done thanks to both your ADD and your anxiety plaguing you.
A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts. Opening
it, you’re surprised to see Yuu standing there, a serious look on his face.
“What are you doing here?” you ask as he walks past you,
shrugging off his jacket, “I thought you’d be on your way to Tokyo by now?”
Over his shoulder he replies, “Coach decided to leave hella
early in the morning, we’d get there too late to do anything tonight and some
of the guys have stuff they need to finish.”
“Oh,” you say, unsure where to go from here.
A beat of silences passes before you both say, “I’m sorry.”
He turns to look at you. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything
wrong! I’m the one who acted like a jerk. Plus, you already sent me this,” he
says showing his phone with your apology on it.
You shrug. “I shouldn’t have acted like these Nekoma games
aren’t important. They are and I know that. I just…” you trail off, unsure you’re
confident enough to confess why you were so snappish about going.
Yuu takes your hand, tugging you to the couch where you sit
together face to face. Blushing a little he says, “I should have figured something
was wrong when you were so resistant to come with us but I was only focused on
myself and what I wanted.” He sighs, swallowing once before continuing, “But I
do think there’s something more you’re not telling me about why you don’t want
to go.”
You turn your head, unable to look him in the eyes. He
shifts his head down, coming into your line of vision until you finally look at
him. “Please, _____-chan, whatever it is, you can trust me,” he says quietly.
It’s the most serious you’ve seen him in a while, maybe ever.
Taking a deep breath, you say, “You’re right, Yuu-kun, there
is something I’ve been keeping from you. It’s not because I don’t trust you but
because I’m embarrassed.” Steeling your nerves, you finally confess, “I have
ADD and the medication I’m taking is starting to not work as well and I can’t
get a new dosage until I see my doctor next week. That’s why school has been a
lot harder for me these past couple months and getting homework done even while
I’m alone takes me forever, so trying to do it while traveling or away from
home feels impossible. And because my attention span is waning more and more I’m
really nervous about meeting new people. What if they think I’m weird or rude
or annoying because I can’t keep up or focus on what they’re saying?”
Yuu is silent for a moment before swiftly pulling you into
his arms in a crushing hug. Despite his stature, he’s exceptionally strong and
you’ve never felt safer in anyone else’s arms. His hand runs through your hair
as he kisses your cheek. “I had no clue, no frickin’ clue you were dealing with
something like this. And all by yourself! You don’t even have your mom or dad
or sisters here to help you!”
Pulling back and wiping some stray tears from your eyes you
snicker. “If you didn’t notice, Yuu-kun, I’m pretty independent. I can take
care of myself.”
He cups your face with both hands, his intense gaze boring
into your eyes. “I know that, but _____-chan, everyone needs at least one person they can rely on to tell
everything to. To cry or get angry with and, well, I know I’m not the most
serious guy out there, but I’d like to be that person for you. Please don’t
keep stuff from me, let me help you, even if you feel like you don’t need it.”
You smile and nod, kissing him gently on the lips to express
your appreciation. Glancing to the table you sigh. He follows your gaze, eyes
landing on the piles of books and papers. “Still working on it?” he asks and you
nod again. Shifting to face the table he looks over what you have left to do.
“Tell you what,” he says after a few minutes, “Ennoshita-san
really helped me understand these types of problems. I can do these while you
keep working on your essay.”
“That’s sweet Yuu-kun, but I won’t learn it if you do it for
me,” you say nudging his shoulder with your own.
“Just this once,” he says, “I’ll explain it to you after you
get your new meds.”
Appreciative of your non-studious boyfriend being willing to
do your homework you finally give in. When he’s finished with what he could
help you on, Yuu is surprisingly helpful with keeping you on task if he notices
your attention starting to wander. You never knew he could be so focused on anything
besides volleyball. After two hours, though, he starts nuzzling the back of
your neck from his position behind you on the couch. Little peppery kisses dot
all over your skin making you sigh and lean back into his embrace.
“Yuu-kun,” you say in a soft whisper, “you’re supposed to be
helping me focus.”
He hums in discontent, reaching his arms under yours and
hauling you to your feet. Spinning you around he sits back down, pulling you
onto him to straddle his lap on the couch. Insistent lips meet yours in a deep,
long kiss. Moving down to your neck he says throatily, “You’ve been working long
enough and got a lot done. You deserve a reward.”
His fingers work the buttons on your blouse, pulling it open
and shirking it down your arms. He tosses it away, his hands on your bra before
the shirt touches the ground. When your breasts are free he nuzzles his face between
them before placing soft, delicate kisses over every square inch. Your hands
trail through his hair, your core grinding down against the growing erection in
his pants.
Your head tosses back, giving Yuu full access to your body,
his lips sucking and tongue lapping over your sensitive flesh. When he suckles
your nipple you cry out his name, clamping your hand to the back of his head
while his other hand squeezes your waist. You trail your hand between your
bodies, rubbing through his clothes and making him groan. Unable to resist any
longer he rotates quickly, tossing you on the couch before standing up. In
rapid succession he relieves you of your pants and underwear, shredding his own
clothes in record time. Covering you with his warm body he kisses you again,
tongue rolling over and around yours.
He moves again to your throat, latching onto your pulse point
and sucking hard as his hand reaches between your legs to tease you. Your hips
buck up, desperate for his touch, for friction, for anything!
“Yuu, please,” you moan and he rubs firmly making you cry
out again. His fingers are magic, working you over until you’re a panting mess
begging him to drive into you and give you what you really want. Grinning down
at you, he kisses your nose.
“One sec,” he says and grabs a condom from his bag. Slipping
it on he’s back in a flash, shifting your hips to just where he wants you. He
takes a firm grasp of your hair pulling slightly; you love it when he gets
dominant. “What do you want, _____-chan?” he whispers in your ear.
“I want you, I want you so bad,” you beg making him smile
wider. Keeping his eyes locked on yours he slowly enters you, making you inhale
sharply. He starts a slow and steady rhythm but it quickly turns into a rapid
pace, his hips slamming up against yours in the most delicious way as he cradles
you close to his body.
“Oh, oh Yuu!”
“_____-chan, I…I love you so much,” he pants before kissing
your lips.
“I love you too, oh! Oh!” you cry out as he hits that one
spot in you that makes your insides quiver with pleasure. He picks up the pace
again, reading the signs on your face and the noises you’re making. Soon he’s
got you there, your body shaking in blissful release as he too comes to the top
of the mountain. When you’re both starting down from your high, he crawls off
of you and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
You follow, intercepting him as he exits to pull him to your
bed. Falling onto it, he covers you both, pushing you to your side so he can
spoon up behind you. Kissing your cheek, he says, “I have to get up really early
tomorrow to go home to pack. But I’m glad we were able to be together tonight.”
Rotating in his arms you face him. “Me too, Yuu. And,” you
add after a moment’s pause, “I’ll come with you to Tokyo.”
His eyes grow bright, his former sleepiness flitting away
like mist on a hot morning. “Really? Oh that’s awesome, this weekend just
became the best ever!”
Hugging him close you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, falling
asleep to him talking about all the guys on Nekoma’s team you’ll be meeting and
how much they’re going to love you and how jealous they’ll be of him. He can’t
wait.
From near the beginning of the blog, hope you enjoy!
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Aone is usually the big spoon, mainly because of
his huge build, but he lowkey loves it when you’re the big spoon, arm and leg
dangling over his side as you hug him tight and bury your face between his
shoulder blades
When he’s a big spoon, he’s like a huge, warm
nest around you and has a habit of just. Enveloping you and you take it, nuzzle
your nose at the place where his neck meets his shoulder
More often than not, you both fall asleep in
that position: his arm as your pillow with his warm body wrapped around you,
legs tangled together under the sheets
Sometimes you guys whisper conversations—about
what you did today or date plans. Mostly it’s just you talking, aone just
content to listen to your voice, but you manage to coax him sometimes into
talking with you, the deep rumble of his chest soothing you like a kitten’s
purr
You told him that once and he just blushed
Another time he blushes is when you smooth your
thumb over his brow bone and kiss it. He doesn’t know why, but he loves it when
you do that
Other times, when you end up snoozing, he just
likes looking at you—whether your face is contorted in a ridiculous expression,
or if you were peacefully slumbering away, he always ends up smiling.
Because W O W he is so damn lucky to have you
Sometimes because he’s so big, he just props you
up on top of him and you sprawl over the length of his body. Your weight on top
of him was comforting and he legit dozed off like that this one time
That was the time when you were talking and
looked up to find him asleep and decided to take a picture
BAM! Brand new lock screen
So yeah, watching each other sleep is a thing
with you guys. And when the one watching gets sleepy enough you both end up
dozing off
The warmth and comfort when you both wake up is
just amaaaazing. It’s like the personification of the Japanese onomatopoeia
“hoka hoka”, like that’s what it’s like
I love this precious wall of walking sweetness! These were so dang cute!
Oh my dear, I love this gentle
souled giant SO MUCH! Thank you for requesting and I hope this makes you smile!
“_____-chan, why don’t you smile more? You know you’d look so much
prettier if you do.” You knew your best friend was just trying to help, but how
could that not be taken as a backhanded compliment?
“Really, ______, you have so much to be happy about, why do you always
look so glum?” If your mother was trying to encourage you, she failed miserably
only adding to your feelings of frustration.
“Geez, bad day?” a random classmate asks as you take your seat.
That was it. “No! It’s not a bad day, or a bad life, or a bad
anything!” you shout before you can think better of it. “Maybe I just have a
bad face!” There’s stunned silence around you but before anyone can say anything
else you run out of the room, Aone looking after you with a concerned frown. He
gets up, trailing behind you quickly and easily covering the distance thanks to
his long limbs.
He takes your hand, tugging you down a flight of stairs and under
it. You’re trying not to cry but failing miserably and he knows you’re embarrassed
so he sits on the ground and tugs you into his lap, allowing your arms to wrap
around him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.
“Why can’t people just leave me alone?” you mumble. “It’s
not like I’m doing it on purpose! This is just…my face!”
As you cry harder, his
embrace tightens, a deep rumble of disapproval at your predicament emanating
from his chest. Aone has never been one to speak a lot of words and can only
hope you understand how he feels through his actions.
After a few minutes, you quiet down with the only evidence of your emotional outburst being tear streaks on
your cheeks and the damp spots on his shirt.
“Why are people so judgmental?” you mutter.
Aone shrugs. He’s no stranger to people’s misplaced perceptions.
Truthfully, he’d been a little intimated by you himself when you first met but
he’d quickly learned how kind and compassionate a person you are, especially
when you were willing to sit next to him when no one else word. Over time, you’d
coaxed him out of his shell, never pushing him but rather waiting for him to open
up on his own. It’s one of the many things he loves and admires about you.
You inhale a deep breath, finally looking up at him, lips curling
into a soft smile at the look of concern on his face. “Sorry,” you whisper, “I
guess I’m just being a big baby.”
“Don’t apologize for how you feel,” he replies, large hand cupping
your cheek. “Just remember that you’re beautiful in every way, no matter what
anyone else says.”
You always bottle up Aone’s words like gifted treasure and these
sparkle like so many diamonds and rubies. A wider smile erupts on your face and
you lean up, kissing him gently. Locking lips with you never fails to bring a
blush to Aone’s cheeks but he bears the weight of possible embarrassment for
the privilege of your intimacy.
“I love you,” you say softly and he offers a small smile of his
own before he’s the one kissing a blush onto your cheeks.
Looking out the window, you release a heavy sigh. The shift
of your legs makes you wince as cheap vinyl pulls against exposed skin. You
cross your legs left over right, then right over left unable to find a
comfortable position but you know it has little to do with the bench and
everything to do with the reason you’re here.
Minutes tick by slowly, each shift of the clock hand feeding
into your anxiety. Will he even show up?
Each tinkle of the bell above the diner door draws your
attention to it. If you continue moving your head so fast you’re liable to get
whiplash, but every time you’re met with disappointment when the one you’re
waiting for doesn’t appear.
Five then ten minutes past your designated meeting time
passes and you’re shifting around again.
“Anything I can get you while you’re waiting?” asks the
waitress, pen poised to her pad.
“No thank you, not really hungry,” you answer, apology
implied in your tone.
She shrugs her shoulders, moving on to tend on customers
with aspirations of grease and sugar consumption.
Glancing at the clock you find he’s almost twenty minutes
late but you’re not mad. You’re not even surprised to be honest. Why would he
even want-
Your thoughts are cut off as a presence takes residence
across your table capturing your attention immediately. A startled hitch in
your breath is the first thing which greets the man now seated opposite of you.
“Go-good evening, Ushijima-san.” The use of his last name
casts a bitter taste in your mouth but you dare not use his first; you lost
that privilege a long time ago. His face, if possible, is more impassive that
ever but you can’t blame him. Silence reigns supreme, the two of you just
looking at each other. It’s broken by the arrival of your long-suffering
waitress asking if she can get anything for him. He asks for water and she
moves away to gather the requested beverage.
“So, how are things? How’s your family?” you ask forcing
geniality into your tone.
He shrugs, nodding thanks to the waitress when she drops off
the water. He sips it, eyes never leaving your face and the severity of his
scrutiny makes you twitch.
“I heard about the battle for nationals,” you can’t help
saying. “Sorry,” you add quickly, unclear if you’re apologizing for their loss
or bringing it up at all. Ushijima doesn’t bother with a response. “So, have
you thought about college?”
“_______-san, why are you here?”
Ushijima’s voice is just as you remember it; steady, calm,
seemingly indifferent but you can see a torrent of well withheld emotion
stirring up in his eyes. Seems even he’s incapable of remaining as stoic as a
mountain all the time.
You swallow once, wishing you’d had the foresight to ask for
water as well because suddenly your mouth feels like it’s full of sand.
Ushijima, being the gentleman he is, proffers his glass which you take thankfully.
After gulping a draft of the cool liquid, you clear your throat.
“I…I guess I should just come right out with it.” Your eyes
meet his. “Ushijima…Wakatoshi, I…I miss you. I miss you so much and I realize
what a stupid mistake I made letting you go and I’m so sorry for hurting you
like that. I wanted to see…I mean…is there any way you can forgive me?”
Ushijima’s jaw clenches in discomfort at your words. He
sighs, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, you can see it clearly; this
is very much too little too late.
“I have forgiven you, _______-san,” he confirms, “But if
you’re seeking reconciliation, that isn’t going to happen. I may have forgiven
you, but I can never forget what you did.”
His words pierce your heart like a knife but you know it’s
so much less than what you deserve. You broke his heart; his precious,
carefully guarded heart that he opens to so few and you’d gone and stomped on
it. All because of stupid, petty jealousy and fear.
Standing, you offer a slight bow, tears trailing down your
cheeks despite your best effort to hold them back. “I appreciate you meeting
with me at all and I understand your decision. Just know that…I do love you and
if you ever change your mind-“
“I won’t so don’t do something stupid like say you’ll wait
for me. I wish you all the best, ______-san,” he interjects gruffly.
More pain hits and it’s suddenly harder to breathe but
somehow you manage to inhale then exhale. Getting your legs to work takes a
moment longer but soon enough your back in the heat of the summer, but your mind
is months in the past remembering that fateful December day where you’d let the
worst of yourself throw away the best thing to have ever happened to you.
Hello! I’m so sorry this
took forever, I hope you like it! I tried to write a scenario but because I
don’t have a great feel for his character changed over to head canons, I hope
you don’t mind.
Mornings
Narita wakes up early to
make it to practice before classes. And when I say early, I mean he’s up before
the sun. His family is all still asleep and he does his best to keep quiet so
as not to disturb them.
He’s made his bento the
night before so he grabs it and his backpack before heading out the door where
he mounts his bike and peddles to school. He enjoys the crisp morning air
because it helps wake him up for the day.
When he arrives he finds
his fellow second years, Ennoshita and Kinoshita arriving near the same time.
“Did you do the book
report?” Ennoshita asks.
“Yes, sensei,” Narita
mocks through a yawn.
“Don’t be such a smart
ass,” comments back the captain in the making.
“You really are getting
to me more like Daichi every day,” remarks Kinoshita.
Classes
Narita isn’t the best
student but he’s not the worst, he’s a middle ground walker on the academic
scale.
He pays attention and
answers questions when specifically chosen but will hardly ever raise his hand.
If he doesn’t understand something, he’s usually too embarrassed to ask so he
saves all his questions for Ennoshita.
“Why don’t you ask your
teacher?”
“Because I have you!”
Practice
Despite still being
mostly a bench warmer, Narita practices hard every day and does find himself
improving. He knows (or rather hopes) that there will be some spots open on the
court some day when the existing third years leave and he’s prepping to be
ready to step in.
Tanaka likes to give him
a hard time every now and again just because he’s fun to rile up (aka make
nervous by Tanaka’s boisterous attitude).
“You think you’re gonna
take my spot, eh, Narita?”
“What? No! I never said,
that, who said that?”
“I thought I heard
Ennoshita say that,” remarks Noya, smirk hidden behind his towel.
“Oh ho! Our future
captain thinks you have what it takes?” Tanaka bellows.
“I…he…Ennoshita! Why
would you say that?”
“Say what?”
“That I wanted Tanaka’s
position!”
“I never said that!”
“Noya!!”
Girls
Narita, like most of the
boys on the team, gets rather flustered around females, though he doesn’t
really have a problem with his managers, despite one of them being one of the
sexist girls on campus and the other a cute little sprite.
“Narita-san, here’s your
new jersey,” Yachi says offering him a shirt.
Taking it, he notices
the number is different and asks why.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so
sorry! I’m a horrible person to forget your number!” cries out the blonde
manager.
“Uh, it’s ok,” Narita
falters trying to get her to calm down.
“Here you go,
Narita-san,” Kiyoko says evenly, handing him the correct jersey.
“Tha…thanks,
Kiyoko-san.”
I’m really sorry if these suck, I just couldn’t think of very much for him (poor precious boy needs more air time!) But thank you for sending this in!
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