Follower Appreciation Post #4

Here it is the final appreciation post for my top four followers for the month of July. Thank you again so much for all your support and your sweet words! This dear follower asked for a fluff piece for Kagami just enjoying the simple things in life. I really hope you like this!

It’s early when Kagami rises from bed, stretching tight, taught muscles. It’s always a bit awkward sleeping in a new bed, even one with a mattress as comfortable as this, but he knows it isn’t lack of comfort keeping him from snuggling back to your side; he’s excited–and nervous.

It’s been a long time coming but you and he finally managed to make it to Japan for a joint vacation with his former team from Seirin. The logistics were a nightmare, mostly due to varying schedules, but the time has finally arrived and he can’t wait for them to meet you; not even Kuroko has.

Truthfully, none of this would have ever happened if it hadn’t been for you. Kagami is no stranger to odd and abnormal abilities in people but still shook his head in bewilderment when you outlined the plan and showed him where you’d all be staying. Finding two bungalows big enough to house the whole former Seirin High basketball team was impressive enough but to be neighboring one another and this close to the beach, elevated his impression of you to a higher level than it already was.

The rumble from his stomach echoes from the bed in a lower cadence and he chuckles as you roll over, your lips moaning out something that sounds like “breakfast”. He can’t tell if you’re putting in a request or dreaming but either way it fits with his plans for the morning and so he heads to the kitchen (fully stocked prior to your arrival because of course you would have found people to get it taken care of) and begins preparations of the meal.

“Taiga?”

Your sleepy voice draws his attention momentarily from the sizzling bacon and despite his best effort he feels a blush creeping over his cheeks at the sight of you rubbing your eyes clad in one of his shirts. You’re positively swimming in it, highlighting the vast differences in your sizes and it wakes something primal and possessive in his chest; but he can’t leave the bacon or it will burn.

Forcing his attention away from you, he says, “G’morning sleepyhead, hope you’re hungry.”

You move to one of the barstools at the counter, taking a deep long breath through your nose; “Everything smells so good, Taiga, you really are an amazing cook.”

He grins at your praise; “And you haven’t even tasted it yet.”

“My nose tells me all I need to nose.”

Kagami groans and rolls his eyes. “Please don’t say anything like that around Izuki-san, they’ll be no stopping him,” he complains.

Your light airy giggle gains another smile from him. The bacon finally finishes cooking and he sets it on paper towels to dry, allowing him to do what he’s wanted to since you entered the room; take you in his arms and kiss you.

Which he does, slow and gentle, but insistent, his large hands trailing through your hair before sliding down your back to settle on your hips, holding you close, pressing the soft of your chest to the firmness of his. You let loose a little whimper and he feels his blood start to race but there’s not enough time to do what he wants to and so reluctantly he breaks the kiss though stays close to you.

“What was that for?” you ask a bit breathless.

“I can’t just kiss my girlfriend?” he asks through a laugh. He’s pleased at the flush of your cheeks, the glaze of your eyes, happy in the knowledge he can melt you like this.

“Of course you can, you just… don’t usually, not like that,” you explain haltingly. After a seconds pause, you continue hastily, “I’m not complaining! Just… it caught me off guard, but it was nice and I–”

He cuts off your cute rambling with another kiss then nuzzles your nose; “Let’s eat while the food’s still hot.”

It’s mid-afternoon when the gang arrives and Kagami opens the door as they make their way up the path.

“Kagami!” Koganei shouts, waving like a fool.

“Hey guys,” Kagami returns, trying to keep his cool but vibrating with emotion fighting to spill out; it really has been too long since he’s seen these guys.

“Wow, guess being a big superstar on the court’s worked out well for you,” Hyuga comments, eyeing the establishments. He winces under a smack from Riko; “What the hell was that for?”

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, Hyuga Junpei,” she huffs.

“I’m not jealous,” he mumbles, slinging his back over his shoulder.

Kagami shakes his head.

Some things never change.

“Kagami-kun.”

Like the fact Kuroko still can sneak up on people without even trying; “Shit Kuroko, I’ve gotten rusty.”

The blue hair male smiles; “What’d you mean rusty? You weren’t that perceptive to begin with.”

“Shut up,” Kagami snaps but there’s little malice in his tone. After a second, he sticks out his hand which Kuroko takes; “Good to see you.”

The group head inside, all jabbering to and over each other, excitement mounting at being back together again after so many years apart. Sure, there’ve been clusters who stuck close, such as Mitobe (who still doesn’t say much if anything) and Koganei and Furihata, Kawahara, and Fukuda who all live together in a way too small and way too expensive apartment but there hasn’t until now been a time formed to get everyone together.

And it’s all thanks to you, who make your appearance as they all settle in the living room.

Kagami’s face lights up at your entry; “Ah, everyone, this is ________ and she’s pretty much the reason we’re all here this weekend.”

You’re blushing, stammering out, “It… it’s no big deal, Taiga, I mean, I didn’t really–”

“Don’t be so modest, _______-chan, we really appreciate all you’ve done to make this happen,” Riko says with a smile, extending her hand which you take.

She calms you and Kagami is thankful she’s there, otherwise this weekend may have ended up a bit more of a challenge since he’s doubtful he could reign in the craziness that is and always will be Seirin.

It takes a little time for everyone to get settled into their rooms–arguments about who’s sharing with who, who gets the bed, the floors, the couch, whatever–but finally everyone is changed and ready to hit the beach.

Kagami tries not to be possessive, but the sight of you in your bathing suit fills his chest with a rush of pride knowing all that loveliness is his and his alone.

The plan is to go surfing, but it ends up that you and he have to teach these knuckleheads first because it becomes apparent that none of them can, save for Mitobe who just stands with that soft smile on his face watching as person after person wipes out.

Not that Kagami is much better of a teacher; “No, no, idiot! Too far forward, you’re gonna–”

“Aiiieeee!!” Koganei shrieks before the wave takes him.

“Tip the board,” Kagami finishes palming his face.

“Patience, sweetie,” you coo but can’t hide your chuckle at their misfortunes.

Most give up after repeated fails, opting instead to sit on the sand or play in the waves while

you, Kagami, and Mitobe wow them with your “hang ten” skills.

Evening falls and everyone is starving, a natural result of staying in the sun and water all day.

“Ugh, I’m so beat, but I’m the only one who can cook,” Kagami complains, his arm slung heavily over your shoulders.

He quirks an eyebrow up at your responding giggle; “Oh ye of little faith, do you really think I don’t have a plan?”

“What do you–” Kagami’s words cut off as he opens the door and the flood of a very familiar and missed scent hits his nostrils.

Every eye goes wide at the sight of an unfathomable amount of somehow, fresh and positively mouthwatering Majin burgers and fries laid out on the table and counter.

“Dig in,” you offer, extending a hand and it’s like the starting pistol for a feeding frenzy.

Everyone gathers mounds of food and drink, moving to various seats to enjoy the salty, grease filled fair.

Kagami takes a large bit of his third or fourth burger and looks around. He swallows then smiles, happier than he’s been in years. He looks at you, laughing with Riko, about what he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t need to.

It may not have been simple getting here, but it is the simple things that make him most happy.

Things like food, friends, family and–most importantly–you.

What more could he ever ask for?

Kagami Taigaaa! rawrs ^w^

baesketballers:

Female reader.

His eyes glow a reddish pink when he pulls away from the kiss—he initiated it, right after saying that he needs to “tell you the truth”, and it was a kiss rougher than any you have experienced throughout the span of your relationship with one Kagami Taiga.

He licks his lips. You thought it was impossible for your skin to be flushed an even deeper red. He has his mouth slightly open, jaw slack from the ferocity of that liplock (in his defense, it was one wild kiss), and you are sure the same lustful look is mirrored in your face. Your boyfriend’s large palm cradles your face, waiting for you to come back from the very pleasurable and temporal high.

“_____________, I—”

“What,” you ask, almost mindless as you search his hypnotic eyes.

“I’m an incubus.”

You blink a few times, making sure that what you hear is right. Kagami looks so stricken with worry, it almost made you want to laugh if not for the dire situation. You reach up to him, cupping his cheek like he did a few moments ago. The smile you’re giving him is proof that you’re not disturbed in the slightest, but Kagami is still trying to process your reaction.

“You’re a dream demon.”

“Yeah.”

“…So?”

He blinks this time, and owlishly so. “Uh. Aren’t you… bothered by that?”

You begin to hesitate. “Should I be?”

“W-Well, s-sexual encounters with incubi will result in the significant diminishing of your life energy.” It sounds like he got that line from an Incubi Academy textbook.

“Will you hurt me?” You ask, even though you know the answer.

“No. U-Unless… you ask me to.” He tenses up, but immediately relaxes when he realizes that your breathy laugh is not one of mockery.

“Has anyone ever asked that of you?” You ask again, teasingly inching your face closer to him. You let your noses touch. “‘Incubus-san, please hurt me. Make me feel the pain. I get off on it.’ Like that?”

Kagami’s jaw slackened, his mouth dry at your seductive proclamation. “You have no idea what the consequences are for saying that, babe,” he rasps. You shiver, wholeheartedly welcoming the increasing tension, but then you realize something important.

“Are dream demons allowed to… have only one sexual partner?”

The thought of Kagami manifesting in the bedrooms of different young, beautiful women (or maybe men, how would you know?) and fucking their brains out in their supposed ‘dreams’ every night is undoubtedly unsettling, not to mention depressing. Kagami eats a lot as a ‘person’, it’s only natural if he needs a lot of life energy to survive as well.

“We’re not sexual partners yet,” he says, trying his best not to get flustered. It amazes you to see a being that survives on carnality still act almost shy about it. “We… haven’t done it. Yet.”

You are quiet for a while.

“I was going to ask you, you know. Tonight.” He watches as you remove the first two buttons of your blouse. When you pull the fabric aside slightly, his eyes widen, and you feel a spark in the air. In front of Kagami, covering your warm chest, is a burgundy lace bra.

“Fuck,” he whispers, the grip on your waist tightening, but he doesn’t make an advancement. “_____________, you—you need to know the consequences.”

“Tell me.”

He shivers at the caress of your hand on his cheek, your lace bra still visible. Kagami feels his supernatural blood pumping uncontrollably, demanding that he takes you immediately. It’s so easy. He already has you against the kitchen counter from that kiss. All he needs to do is to hike your legs up and make you wrap them around his hips, let him sit you up on the smooth marble top, undress you, pucker his lips and leave wet kisses on your core, lick your clit, and when you’re finally drenched with need, thrust into you, more, MORE—

“Kagami? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighs shakily.

“Tell me,” you repeat, the grasp of his cheek on your palm becoming firmer, as if you’re trying to anchor him to reality.

“Repeated sexual activity with an incubus may cause a deterioration in health,” he declares, “but because I’m not just some random dream demon coming back to a favorite human of mine, I can actually control the amount of life energy I take from you.”

He answers your inquiring eyes. “Which means you’ll only be tired in the mornings after sex. Or the day after sex, depending on the, uh, intensity.” Kagami is blushing now, and you’re chuckling at the paradox.

“Will you take care of me on those days?” You ask, again, already knowing the answer. You just take satisfaction in hearing him say it.

“Damn right I will,” he sighs, kissing the crown of your head.

“Then I don’t see the problem.”

“Good,” Kagami’s hands travel down to your blouse, unbuttoning the whole garment until your whole torso is exposed to him. His eyes glow a bright magenta, and the next thing you know, he’s leaning down, kissing the mounds of flesh so abundantly contained by your underwear.

“Now that we’ve agreed, I’m gonna claim this.”

You let out a loud moan at his lips on your skin—God, you sound like porn, but you shouldn’t hold it against yourself, you think. This man is no man. There are probably various supernatural ways he could reduce you into such a mess.

“Fuck,

_____________, you’re so hot,” he declares, his voice sending tingles down south. Kagami tugs harshly at the bra, letting your breast spill out of the cups and latching his mouth on your nipple, sucking like a newborn babe.

“Ohhh,” you sigh, immediately arching your back to earn more of the warmth of his mouth. His tongue dances around your sensitive spot, teeth occasionally coming out to play. You realize he has revealed a fairly short pair of fangs.

“Kagami,” you whimper, wanting nothing but more and reaching out to tangle your hands in his hair. He diligently pleasures your chest, his expert fingers toying with the twin. You can’t bring yourself to think about how many times he has done this before with other people—not when all you can think of his hot mouth engulfing your nipple.

“My name, baby,” he whispers, the sound and words muffled by your flesh. Kagami moves to the other breast, repeating his ministrations and setting the bundle of nerves aflame.

“T-Taiga—ah!”

Fingers press insistently against your skin-tight jeans, moving up and down your clothed folds, and yet you feel it as if you were bare. How he does it, you will never know. But Kagami stops where your clit is, and as if he is overcome by a power greater than himself, he sheds you of your pants, seats you on the counter, and spread your legs wide open by the knees.

Burgundy lace panties. They look so incredibly delicious on you he feels bad if he has to take it off. You are blushing, red snaking up to the tips of your ears.

“You’re beautiful,” he rasps, kissing your inner thigh slowly. “I want you to remember that.”

“Taiga, please—”

“I want you to remember this,” he continues, almost disregarding your plea, because he’s slowly inching closer to your core, yet avoiding it entirely. The nips and sucks on your flesh will surely leave some small marks come morning. “I’ll tell you what I want to do.”

“What.”

“First,” he says, glowing magenta eyes looking up at you while his index finger teasingly rest on your covered pussy, “I’m going to eat you out. Right here.”

“Oh, g-god—”

“And then we’ll move to the bedroom, where I’ll let you lay down on bed and fuck you until we’re both satisfied. Do you want that?”

“Yes, mmh!” Your eyes jerk into a close. Kagami’s pressed his nose against your cunt, inhaling debaucherously and reveling in the raw scent of you. You hear him mutter a fuck under his breath.

The burgundy panties are being pulled aside and you shiver, naked, exposed. He looks at you like a hungry man, one that hasn’t eaten in months. You realize that this could be very much true—you have been in a relationship with him for three months. Does that mean he has never fed on other people during that time? Was he… waiting for you?

He kisses your lower lips and you let out a sigh, letting your fingers card through his dark red locks.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he says, licking a long strip up to your clit and enjoying the staggered a-a-ah you let out, “you want to remember this night.”

Gaby is back with a vengeance! This was so good my luv!

I pulled a prompt starter, hope you don’t mind: “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” Whatever you want with that with Kagami please! Thank you!

terriblesportsimagines:

I love prompt starters! Enjoy~ I went a predictable route lol

Kagami Taiga

You weren’t
sure what you expected to happen in the aftermath. Maybe for everything to work itself out. Maybe for the man you loved to realize how
you felt about him. Maybe for you not to
be sitting home alone on a Friday night just like you’d been doing for months
and months.

Maybe for said
man to realize you didn’t sleep with just anyone and that it was special.

But
apparently it wasn’t special, not to him, because since that night, you’d seen
him three times and every time he treated you exactly like he did before: just
like he treated all his friends, with laughing comradery that was completely
devoid of any romantic attachment. He
said nothing of that night, didn’t even acknowledge it happening.

Okay, so
you’d both been a little bit drunk, but not enough to forget. You should have realized
something was wrong when you woke up alone in bed, the only trace of him being
there was a faint warmth on the pillow and the toilet seat in your bathroom
being up. He wasn’t the type to just run
away – he usually met things head on, like the tiger he was named after. But there was no doubt in your mind that this
time he’s sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him.

Well, you’d
given him the chance to come to you on his own terms, and he’d failed you
miserably. You weren’t sure what his
problem was, but you didn’t think it wasn’t because he didn’t have feelings for
you. You remembered the words whimpered
in your ear that night, which made his attitude following that much worse.

Temper
fraying as hurt expanded, you cornered him in the hallway that led to the
bathrooms at the bar you were at with the bigger group. He wasn’t escaping or avoiding this time, you
refused. “Kagami.” You stated, forcing his back
against the wall and narrowing her eyes.
“We have to talk.”

His heavy
brow furrowed and he looked distinctly uncomfortable. “A-And we have do that here?”

“Yes, here,
because if you had your way, we wouldn’t talk at all.” You snapped, furious. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen,
cause guess what? It did!” When he
opened his mouth, you just knew something that would make you even angrier was
going to come out, so you cut him off.
“Lord help you, Kagami Taiga, if you as what it is.”

Everything
about him deflated and he looked so profoundly uncomfortable that it made your
insides clench. Could it be
possible? Had you misread him so
badly? You thought your feelings were
shared, but maybe he’d just said those things in the heat of the moment. Maybe he hadn’t meant any of them.

“What’s
there to talk about?” He muttered, unable to look at you. “It happened… I thought we were just not going
to mention it… ever.”

It was kind
of like being stabbed in the heart, hearing those words fall from his
lips. You reminded yourself to breathe,
that crying wasn’t a rational response to this.
“And… why would you think that?”

His face
twisted even more, but you thought you saw something very akin to despair move
through his eyes, like it was painful to speak.
“Cause… isn’t that what people do when they get drunk and sleep with
their friend?” He swallowed
heavily. “To stay friends… you pretend
it didn’t happen?”

You took a
deep breath. “And that’s… what you
want? How you feel? You want to forget
about it?”

Kagami’s
mouth open and closed like a gaping fish.
His eyes shifted to and fro like he was afraid to meet your gaze though
you didn’t know why. For someone who
wanted to forget it ever happened, he wasn’t doing a good job of convincing you
that was how he felt. He sounded
hesitant to you. He was not a man that
was good at hiding what he felt.

“I… don’t
know…” Kagami stammered, going red in the face.

That’s when
it hit you – he wasn’t a man that was good at hiding what he felt, but he was
also not a man that was particularly good with words. You were going to have to be the one that
reached out, because he was probably afraid.
It was weird to think about, because Kagami Taiga wasn’t exactly known
for fear, but he was kind of shy
right?

Deciding
that words weren’t going to change anything or make him understand, you decided
actions would mean more to him. They always did. Grabbing him by the front of the shirt, you
yanked him down to your level and took over his lips with yours. You were merciless in your kiss, not giving
him a moment to breath or even react before you made it more solid. You slowed down after that, giving him a
chance to escape if that’s what he wanted, just brushing the tip of your tongue
along the bottom of his lip to give him an idea of what you wanted.

He seemed to
flounder for a few seconds, just long enough to give you second thoughts. Just as you were thinking about pulling away
and going to drown yourself, he reacted with the force of a hurricane. He dragged you against him completely and
took control of the kiss, clutching you for dear life. He deepened the kiss of his own accord,
dueling you, though truthfully, you didn’t put up much of a fight. You were just left hanging on.

“Damn it,”
he swore, tearing his lips from yours.
His arms were so tight around you that there was barely room to
breathe. “Of course I don’t fucking mean
it.”

Your cheek
touched his chest and you could hear how fast his heart was beating. “T-Taiga-”

“I love
you!” He whispered fiercely. “I’ve
always…. Always loved you. I thought you
didn’t… I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.”

Smiling, you
tipped your head back and squeezed him.
“That doesn’t matter now. As long
as you keep kissing me and you take me home now.”

Kagami made
a sound like a dying man and kissed you once more, pushing you back. “Gladly.”

Awwwww Taiga! This was great!! Thank you!!

Can I asked about Kagami (being dare by others) to flirt with a lady at pool and he accept it. All of them shock because he make out with her (they dare him because some of them try to flirt but the lady don’t bother to respond them). Turn out they are actually an item (others are so shock when the cat is out from the bag). Timeline during gathering with other school colleges au or work au.

baesketballers:

Quick one!

Female!Reader

Aomine should’ve known that something was wrong the second Kagami puts on that poker face when he told him the dare—he’d usually sputter and blush at ithe command. Go pick up that pretty lady over there, he said, it would be fun, he said. It’s a spring party after all, a little bit of spicy won’t hurt.

Right?

Aomine can only gawk at the sight of the idiot redhead, his hand at the back of your neck, lips dancing with yours ever so salaciously. Did he just use tongue? The buoyant sounds of fellow pool party attendants seem to be mocking Aomine, his slack jaw, and the conflicting shock versus turned-on emotions overcoming him, and through the crowd, it’s as if Aomine can hear the sound of your smooching.

To be fair, though, the other Miracles look pretty shook as well—except for Akashi and Kuroko, for obvious reasons, the former even having a slight smirk on his face. Even Murasakibara’s eyes are wide.

“Is he making out with her?” Kise shrieks, his shrill voice not doing much amidst the loud pop song the DJ picked. Aomine inches away from the blonde slightly when he notices the drink in his hand threatening to spill. Murasakibara seems to have recovered from the initial surprise because he continues chewing some food, while the rest look on the scene, half out of shock and half… just for the pure enjoyment of it.

Finally the two of you pull away, looking absolutely kissed, lips red and swollen, cheeks rosy. They can see Kagami whispering something to you, and the next thing they know, you’re looking over at them with a sweet smile—one that says ‘I know you all’.

And then you link your arm with your boyfriend’s, walking almost precariously on the edge of the swimming pool so as to not have one of the drunk seniors lean over and push all of you into the water. Aomine observes as you, with those beautiful legs, saunter over to the group, smiling charmingly now.

“Hi,” you say casually, and a whole chorus of unique ‘hello’s reply to you. “I know who you guys are. Kagami-kun here,” you mention, tugging at him lovingly, “talks about you guys all the time.”

Kagami looks over at Aomine, completely acknowledging the latter’s why-does-he-have-such-a-hot-girlfriend look, and smirks smugly, pulling you closer to him and draping an arm around your shoulder. Aomine rolls his eyes, hands in his pockets feigning disinterest, but the pout on his lips that he fails to mask tells it all.

That bastard.

REPOST

baesketballers:

reposted because I can’t delete a friggin reply

Anonymous said: hey can I
get nsfw Kagami where he and his s/o fight because of s/o’s fault and she walks
out on him, Kagami felt guilty and worried and went after her and it starts
raining into the night, he finds her surrounded by thugs and saves her,
afterward they went home and have makeup sex

Okay
I’m gonna tweak this if you don’t mind! Also please note that this is the last
request from the previous askbox, and not part of the 12 asks I plan on picking
for Christmas/New Year!

Reminder: that I’m available
for commissions and
please turn off best stuff first!

Female!Reader
ahead.

When
the door slammed shut, all memory of what happened seemed to evaporate to thin
air. Even now, fifteen minutes after you stormed out of Kagami’s apartment, he
is still thinking about what led you to argue like that. It was not nice, not
at all nice, and he winces at the memory. Heated conversation turned into
shouting. He remembers your face and your reddened eyes, the way tears stream
down your face as you whisper out the words that cut him deep.

“Your
face is the last thing I want to see right now.”

He
murmurs expletives as he looks at the clock, indicating how late and dark the
night is already. Though the skies disclose nothing as it approaches midnight,
he senses the cool winds sweeping into the living room through open windows.
It’s going to rain soon, he realizes, and he doesn’t know where you are at. The
phone in his hand is bright, the only source of light in the room and the only
way to reach you, but he fails to do so. He isn’t surprised, but is still
disappointed that you won’t pick up the phone.

Hearing
the low but loud rumble of thunder from outside, Kagami curses one last time,
grabbing a jacket before running out of the house into the dark.

A
mile away, you’re clutching at your dead phone as you glare into a man’s eyes.

Out
of the frying pan and into the fire, one might say. You really did not expect
thugs to be around, but you admit internally that I was your fault for thinking
so and letting your guard down. It’s probably around midnight already, of
course there are bound to be a group or two hanging around the nearby
neighborhood.

“C’mon, just one bar, I promise.”

Like
you can keep your word, pal, you resist the urge to scoff and instead
try to walk past him. He’s probably a couple of years older than you, his build
is towering and intimidating, though it doesn’t seem like he works out. You
find yourself thinking about how to take him out in a fist fight—impossible,
you deduce, despite your ability to pack a punch. He’s just going to brush it
off.

“I
said no,” you say in a clipped tone. When a hand grips your forearm, you
freeze. He’s close, you don’t need to feel his breath on you to know.

“I’ll
buy you a drink and all that,” he chuckles dryly and you fail to see the humor
in the situation. Footsteps fall behind you. “Found a plaything for us
tonight, boys,” he says again, this time with his face away from you. You’re
thankful he can’t see you clench your teeth at the arrival of his company.

“Let
her go.”

You
turn your head so fast to look behind you. Kagami stands there, behind the
two-three people obviously associated with the guy who’s got a hold on you. A
weird mix of emotions rush through you, but they are mostly relief blended with
guilt, like you’re happy to see him but you don’t want to see him at the same time.

“You never told me you got a date,
babe,” he coos at you sickeningly after getting a good look at your latest
guest. The man pushes you forward, your staggering footsteps bringing you
straight to Kagami without a single interference from the other thugs. They
probably know better—anyone can see the hint of muscle underneath his jacket
and the tank top he’s wearing. He might not be an experienced fighter, this you
know, but they only need to think he is.

“If
you ever touch her again—”

“Yeah,
yeah, you’re gonna fuck me up or whatever,” the leader of the group declares,
waving dismissively at the two of you. The sudden disinterest can only be a
facade for embarrassment. Fear, even. They only act bored to run. The man turns
to you one last time.

“You’re
lucky Romeo came for you, babe,” he purrs, and you feel your skin crawl at the
sight of his smirk, “but if you wanna have a good time—”

Kagami
turns you around and away from the man, leading you by the hand into a light
jog. His blood boils at the way you have been treated and ogled at, and he just
wants to wash that man’s stare off your body.

There
is a flash of lightning before the two of you feel the light shower, and Kagami
takes off his jacket for your cover in time for the pour that follows immediately
after. The two of you aren’t lucky enough to evade the downpour and reach home
only almost ten minutes later, soaked to the bone.

“I’m
sorry,” you say simultaneously to the door closing. Something inside you makes
you feel scared about saying those words. You hope he doesn’t hear you, but you
know better. Kagami leads you to the bedroom.

“Let’s
get changed.”

Kagami
undresses, not bothering to close the door, but you’re still paralyzed with
guilt as the memories of the fight resurface. Not even his damp, bare skin can
distract you from the thoughts. Kagami sighs, dumping the tank top and his
shorts into the hamper at the corner of the room, leaving him only in a pair of
black boxer shorts that looks like an incredibly tight fit.

“You’re wet,” his voice is low, laced
with something you refuse to give in to but want to an unknown extent. Those
simple words sound so dirty though you know he is referring to
your state after running under the rain. You hear the drip,
drip of
water from your hair onto the floorboard. He takes a step forward. Two.

Then
his hands are on your blouse, unbuttoning it ever so slowly.

“I’m
sorry, too,” he whispers.

You
cup his face and yank him into a deep kiss, a result of desperation and lust,
or maybe something more than that. You’re still peeved at the way you fought
earlier—arguments like that are rare in your relationship—and you remind
yourself to incite another more civilized conversation with him, but later.
Later, after the two of you finish ravaging each other. Right now, you think as
you run your hands up and down his slick torso, you want him to fill you up, to
hurt you, to tell you he’s yours and you his, to bite you, to touch you.

You
want him to love you.

“You
are the only thing I want right now.”

Just as amazing as the first time 😉! I love your depth of emotion in very simplistic description. You pour so much into your pieces and even though I know it isn’t, you make it seem easy because your prose flows so well!