Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)
More love requested for Kageyama!
As he becomes more comfortable in the relationship, Kageyama will become more vocal about his love.
“You look really nice today.” His cheeks will burn and he may not make eye contact but his words are sincere.
“I…I’d really like you to be at our game tomorrow.” Probably shouted because poor boy is so nervous but he loves knowing she’s there supporting him.
Cuddle (Are they cuddly people? How do they like to hug/ be hugged?)
Awwww! Thank you for picking this sweetheart! He definitely needs a lot more love (funny considering he’s in the title of the anime! lol).
Does Kuroko cuddle? ABSOLUTELY! He loves having his girl reclined (on the couch or in bed), his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her stomach with her finger carding through his hair. He’ll fall asleep so fast in this position so hopefully she’s ok with staying in one place for a while!
When they’re seated upright on the couch watching TV or just catching up on their respective days, he’ll either have his arm around her, fingers tracing up and down her arm or her hands in his with his thumbs circling gently over her skin.
Cuddle (Are they cuddly people? How do they like to hug/ be hugged?)
Awwww! Thank you for picking this sweetheart! He definitely needs a lot more love (funny considering he’s in the title of the anime! lol).
Does Kuroko cuddle? ABSOLUTELY! He loves having his girl reclined (on the couch or in bed), his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her stomach with her finger carding through his hair. He’ll fall asleep so fast in this position so hopefully she’s ok with staying in one place for a while!
When they’re seated upright on the couch watching TV or just catching up on their respective days, he’ll either have his arm around her, fingers tracing up and down her arm or her hands in his with his thumbs circling gently over her skin.
H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)
Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.
His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.
She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”
J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)
“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.
And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.
“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”
The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.
“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.
“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.
“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.
“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.
V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)
Settling onto his futon, Asahi lets out a long breath. Another day filled with little victory and tons of diving receives.
“Are we ever gonna get our act together?” he wonders staring at the ceiling. He chuckles at the memories of his high school days, when volleyball was everything and little else mattered. Seems he couldn’t let it go even after his time at Karasuno ended. Glancing to this right, he sees Bokuto snoring with his mouth open while on the next futon over lies Kuroo, hair even messier if that were possible. Never in a million years did Asahi think he’d end up on a team with these two. He’d not even planned to go to college until his aunt surprised him with saying she would fund his education.
The chime of his cellphone draws him out of his musings. Rolling over, he grabs the device, a soft smile presenting itself when he sees her name and face on the lock-screen. Looks like she’s sent him a video message.
Returning to his back, Asahi pops in his earbuds (the wireless kind, a gift from her last Christmas) so as not to disturb his roommates either by getting up to leave or by the volume being too loud.
And boy is he glad he did because from the first words out of her mouth he knows he’s about to feel frustration of a whole different kind.
“Hey baby,” she coos, eyes half hooded as her hand trails down her neck. “I miss you so much and wish you were here.” The camera pans back revealing her in jet black lingerie, breasts pushed up and little else covering her lower half. Asahi swallow thickly, diving beneath the covers to hide the image of her in such attire.
He knows he should turn it off, wait until he’s in a more private location (such as a bathroom stall) but his eyes remained fixated on her, ears burning as her delicate, breathy voice moans his name when she squeezes one breast. Slowly her other hand trails below the hemline of her panties.
“I’m imagining you touching me, Asahi, wishing these were your long, thick fingers pushing into my pulsing, wet pussy.” He almost groans, only just remembering he’s not alone and stifling it in his throat. Hopefully it’ll sound like he just has sore muscles instead of an aching cock.
Her eyes close, head kicking back as she pulls off the panties giving him an eye full of her glistening heat. Without conscious thought, he reaching beneath his own pant line, grabbing his dick and stroking in time to her thrusting.
“Oh Asahi, I want you to fuck me, I want your cock so bad baby.” Her eyes stare into the camera lens, burning him from the inside out. With an expert touch, she caresses her clit, moaning out his name as she comes. He doesn’t last much longer, spilling his seed and making a mess of his hand and pants but he doesn’t care. This is one of the hottest things she’s ever done for him.
Through panting breath she whispers, “Can’t wait to see you in a few days,” then blows a kiss to the camera before it fades to black.
Catching his own breath, he extracts the ear buds and rolls over, setting his alarm early enough to grant him time for a solo shower.
The next morning, he enters the cafeteria a bit late for breakfast. Gathering a tray of food, he sits with his new teammates. Just as he takes a bite of eggs, Kuroo comments slyly, “Sounds like you got a nice present last night, Azumane-san.”
Asahi chokes, downing water as his face erupts into red, Kuroo laughs his ass off, and Bokuto wonders what he missed.
X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)
Asahi strikes me as the type to not watch much of it, he’s too embarrassed even when it’s just himself. He probably had his first experience of watching it at a night over with one of his more curious friends and was teased for how bashful he was about it. If anything, he may resort to watching it if he’s feeling really frustrated and for whatever reason can’t get together with his girlfriend/wife. And even then, he’d much rather resort to phone sex with her.
I let one lead into the other with these
H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)
The feeling of hands on her shoulders makes her jump but a second later she’s relaxed into his touch, moaning lightly as he adds pressure to massage away the tension of the day. But he doesn’t stay there long, trailing down the length of her arms before sliding under them to wrap his own around her torso, palms cupping her breasts lightly. A gentle squeeze coupled with the press of his lips against the side of her neck has her head tipping back against his shoulder, the pot of soup before them forgotten on the stove.
Still kissing her, Sugawara releases one breast to quickly flick off the burner then turns her in his arms, both hands sliding into her hair to hold her head steady as he ravishes her mouth.
He moves again, trailing down the length of her spine to her ass, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh.
“Someone’s eager,” she gasps as he pulls her closer, lips returning to her neck to press quick pecks and nips against it.
“Can’t help it, I missed you,” he confesses, drawing back to look in her eyes, his own full of heat. “I”m going to touch and kiss every inch of your skin tonight.”
O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)
Together they clumsily make their way to their room, clothes being shed and flung leaving a trail of cotton and lace in their wake. By the time they reach their destination both are short of breath, their longing for each other consuming oxygen at a rapid rate.
“Get on the bed,” Suga rasps, pushing her down. She complies, sliding up towards the headboard as he crawls on hands and knees towards her, his face set in determination. Lowering down, his mouth covers one nipple, sucking gently as one hand softly caresses the other. The sudden change of pace throws her for a moment but Suga doesn’t give her time to consider anything more than the feeling of his lips and hands all over her body.
He wasn’t lying, he really intends to touch and kiss every square inch of her. She writhes beneath him, begging for him to hurry up but he won’t. “Don’t make me tie you up, darling,” he warns and she stills. It isn’t that she doesn’t enjoy when he goes full dom, but he’s already worked her up so much that to allow him to have that much more control…she just doesn’t have the patience for it tonight.
“Koushi, please, I don’t mind if you want to take your time but…please…please let me come now.”
Her begging is beautiful. On any other night he’d take too much pleasure in torturing her (however sweet his rewards may be) but he wants to make her come just as badly as she wants to obtain release.
“Look at me,” he orders and her eyes find his face. Gently he strokes her outer folds which are already soaked in her own essence. The knowledge he can put her in that state just from his touch and kiss inflates Suga’s ego more than he cares to admit. He watches as her eyes more fully dilate when he pushes one then two fingers into her waiting heat, a breathy sigh emitting from her plump kissed lips. Twisting his wrist allows him to shift his thumb to her clit which he circles, slowly at first. Her hips buck up, body eager for what he’s about to give her.
“Do not take your eyes off me, otherwise I’ll stop,” he warns. She nods, eyes fixed on his face, lips parted to allow deeper breaths. Slowly he begins to pump, curling his fingers to hit that one spot she loves while his thumb continues its rotation of her clit. His breathing matches hers in rapidity, the vision she makes as she’s slowly brought undone making his dick hard enough to pound nails.
Or if not nails, certainly her.
But he continues, rolling, squeezing, pumping, taking in the sight, sound and smell of the woman he loves coming unraveled under the ministration of his hand.
“Koushi, I…oh god, I need-”
Her request is cut off by his lips, he can’t stand to not kiss her any longer. The action breaks their eye contact momentarily but it returns as his face hovers above hers and he pumps faster. He feels the shift of her hips, the clench of her inner walls and the choking gasp she releases when she’s getting close. He’s not tried this before and wonders at why it took him this long to consider the opportunity of watching her come with no other distractions.
“Are you ready? Do you want to come?”
“Yes! Oh god, yes please, Koushi!”
Eyes never leaving hers he breathes out, “Come for me, darling,” and presses hard against her clit as he curls his fingers just right. He feels her clench tightly before a violent shudder shakes her entire body and she shrieks her release, eyes closing despite her best efforts to keep them open.
Gently he extracts his hand from between her thighs and he moans around his digits as he sucks them clean of her nectar.
“I love you,” she pants.
“I love you too,” he returns, kissing her gently while crawling over her. “Now, how about you help me out with this?” he asks, pushing his cock against her core.
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.”
More thanks to @supern-a-vengers for the seeds on this one!
This ended up half head canons, half scenario kind of…I think…either way I hope you like it!
“What
are you?” you ask. Tendou’s
breath catches, eyes going wide and his pulse races. He gathers his wits
quickly but its already too late.
“Don’t
lie to me, I know you’re hiding something.”
“Don’t
you think it’s dangerous to isolate yourself with someone, or something, you don’t know a damn thing
about?” he snaps reaching for the door.
A
hand on his wrist stops him, his eyes meeting yours. “I know what it’s like to
feel alone. So, go ahead, your secret will be safe with me.”
Sighing
he steps back. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He opts to shift into a dragon, a
small one, but if he’s going to do this, he might as well go for broke.
He is
not prepared for your gasp of
pleasure, for your hands to caress his scales, for an utterance of “so
beautiful” to fall from your lips. When
you meet his red eyes you ask, “Can you fly?” A nod. “Will you take me?”
He
shifts back to his human form, standing up to his full height. Hands on your
shoulders, he leans down, face inches from yours. “I will, but it’ll cost you.”
“Anything,”
you affirm.
“A
kiss-“ he barely got the word out before your lips are on his. Caught up in the
moment, Tendou’s arms wrap around your waist drawing your bodies flush
together.
“Satori-kun,
I…I always believed your kind existed but nobody believed me,” you whisper. You
feel him tense with fear, apprehension that you’ll tell his secret to prove
your conviction correct surging forward despite your former promise to keep it.
“Shhhhh,” you coo, “I’m not sharing you with anyone.” He
may or may not shift into cat every night to gain uninhibited access to your
room, shifting back upon the dawn and making his way back home.
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