A/N: Everyone is aged
up, therefore, Kasamatsu is not his normal, blushing, can’t talk to women self.
That’s all fun and good but I wanted something a bit different with this one
and I hope you all enjoy it. Also, the essence of your ask is here just changed
up a little. I hope you love it!
Kasamatsu sighs, rubbing
the sides of his head. This is the part of his job he hates. No, scratch that,
he hates his whole existence in this fucked up world he’s been forced to
partake in but there’s nothing for it; he has nowhere else to go and he’s in
too deep to ever get out.
Imayoshi smiles, that
insincere, nefarious smile of his as their latest captive, or as he likes to
call them collateral, is ushered kicking and screaming into one of the “guest
rooms”.
“Quite the feisty one,
eh?” he asks looking at Kise.
The blonde snorts but
his eyes haven’t lost their gleam. If anything, they’re brighter. “Well if it
were easy all the time that would spoil some of the fun, now wouldn’t it?”
Kasamatsu shakes his
head, still perplexed how this can be the same guy they recruited a year ago.
They didn’t even have to
work that hard to persuade him, in fact he came along a little too willingly
for Kasamatsu’s taste. He remembers thinking Kise was a happy go lucky type of
guy, all sing song voice and flirty eyes, which now given his job as a lure
works well in their favor. But time has worn away that persona, at least behind
closed doors, and Kise’s revealed himself to be quite the deviant and sadistic
bastard. He thinks little of almost everyone, barely respecting his higher ups
and that’s mostly due to risk of punishment.
You think you know a
guy.
Banging is heard upon
the locked door, the woman’s voice shrill and penetrating. “Kindly get her to
stuff a sock in it, Kasamatsu,” Imayoshi orders.
The brunette grunts
something akin to “yes sir” before striding to the door. He yanks it open
sharply, a startled cry and wide eyes greeting him. He feels his heart almost
stop; she’s gorgeous. Not just that but there’s fire, passion, drive in her
eyes. She refuses to be a victim so matter how much she is one now.
“What the hell is this?
I demand that you release me! Do you know who my father is?” she yells getting
right in his face. Yep, she’s a brave one. He pushes her back hard enough to
land on the bed before slamming the door and crossing his arms.
“One, keep your mouth
shut or else I’ll make your stay infinitely less comfortable with a rope and
gag,” he says, voice calm and even. He watches her swallow her retort. “Two,
we’re very aware of who your father is. Are you
aware of the debt he owes Imayoshi? Of the bad investments and the lying and
the book cooking?”
Her eyes get wider and
wider with every word he utters, tears clinging to long lashes. “I guess that’s
a no,” he remarks leaning against the door. Closing his eyes, Kasamatsu inhales
a deep breath through his nose then opens his eyes once more to meet her gaze.
“The grace period ended and when Imayoshi sent his collector, your father
couldn’t pay. So, you’re here as collateral.” He brushes imaginary dust from
his suit just to avoid her eyes. “Which means, as long as you follow orders,
you can roam freely in the manor. Well, mostly free, since I’ll be accompanying
you to make sure you don’t run off or get yourself killed somehow.”
He opens the door,
turning to look over his shoulder. “For now, I suggest you take a shower and
change into something more comfortable. I’ll see to it that you get something
to eat.” Then he’s gone, locking the door from behind which he hears renewed
sobbing.
He sighs again. He
really hates this.
Days later and he’s
ready to punch a wall. He thought his new charge would have some sense of
self-preservation but no, she challenges anyone and everyone she encounters, but
mostly him.
“What the fuck is wrong
with you?” he hisses. “Are you trying to get yourself maimed? Or killed?” He’s
got her by the wrist having just caught her trying to escape for the third
time.
“You can’t hurt me,” she
reasons, “If I’m collateral then part of the agreement must be my safe return, unharmed.”
“For someone who’s
family is so deep in the business you sure are stupid about it. For one, your theory
is completely wrong. The only reason you’re still in such good condition is
because I’m in charge of you. But what exactly do you think will happen if you
do manage to escape huh?” Kasamatsu snaps, his voice rising as he pushes up her
against the wall, hands tightly squeezing her shoulders.
Her eyes are blown wide
at his proximity and the intensity of his gaze. “You think this is a fucking
game? That if you escape you win? Debt dropped because you were clever?”
He huffs, shaking his
head and looking down momentarily before meeting her eyes again. “If you
escape, what do you think the next step is in paying the debt? I’ll tell you. Imayoshi
will merely up the cost. Instead of a live hostage, he’ll cut his loss and your father’s life short.”
She inhales sharply,
tears leaking down her face. “And he’ll send me to do it as punishment for letting you get away,” he continues,
tone bitter.
“That…that’s…” she
stutters.
He glares deeper at her.
“I hate killing, always have always will. I don’t want this life but I’m stuck
to it like a curse. And,” he looks to the door, lowering his voice and hoping
his initial outburst wasn’t overhead before looking back at her, “if you keep
disobeying me, Imayoshi will remove you from my charge to someone more…adept at
breaking people.”
“How true that is, my
dear,” Imayoshi says from the doorway making both Kasamatsu and her jump. He
strides forward, pushing aside his subordinate to roughly clasp her by the
chin. Face inches from hers, he speaks in a low menacing tone, and though he
looks at her, his words are for Kasamatsu.
“If I hear that this
little bird has spread her wings a bit too far one more time, I’ll let Hanamiya
clip them. Understood?” He meets his eyes back to Kasamatsu.
“Yes sir,” comes the
quick reply.
Imayoshi releases her
chin, giving her a slight smack on the cheek. “Count your lucky stars that
you’re in Kasa’s care, little bird. He’s one of our more…tenderhearted
members.”
Standing to his full
height, Imayoshi straightens his tie and jacket, sending one last look to
Kasamatsu before turning on his heel and exiting the library. Exhaling a long
breath, the remaining male takes her by the elbow guiding her out into the hall.
“Who…who’s Hanamiya?”
she asks numbly.
Kasamatsu tightens his
grip on her arm. “Trust me, you’re far better off not knowing. By the time his
last collateral’s family paid off their debt the damage was already done.”
“What do you mean?”
He meets his eyes to
hers. “She ended up in a mental institution.”
Since the day in the
library, things have been relatively easier with her, at least in terms of her
sticking around. She’s still snarky and full of sass but mostly just to annoy
him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was flirting.
But that may just be
wishful thinking.
Because resistance is
futile against this woman and he can feel himself succumbing to her charms.
Especially when she smiles. It’s uncanny how much a simple tilt of her lips in
an upward trajectory can lift his spirits, though he’s careful not to show any indication
of such a thing.
Or at least he thought
he was until Kise remarks, “If you keep making puppy eyes at her I’m going
to puke.”
Kasamatsu sends him a
glare but doesn’t respond, knowing it will only make him worse. The blonde
snickers, parting with, “Don’t go falling in love with her. Either way,
she won’t be staying forever.”
As he walks away,
Kasamatsu clenches his fist, striking the wall in his irritation; Kise’s right.
This whole arrangement won’t be indefinite. Imayoshi may be a patient man but
he also has a reputation to maintain.
And everybody pays in
one way or another.
It’s like self-fulfilling
prophecy. Time has gone by rapidly and Kasamatsu can see the changes in her.
She’s more relaxed around him, willing to smile more, even laugh out loud
sometimes, usually over a book she’s reading or movie she’s watching. And he
can feel the changes in himself. The unnecessary touches to her body, a guiding
hand on her back as they walk through the manor, a hand out to assist her from
her chair. The way he thinks about her constantly, even when he’s in his room
and she in hers.
He knows it’s stupid,
stupid and dangerous but they don’t call it falling for nothing and he’s
falling hard and fast.
The manor is quiet, most
of the other members either off for the night having a drink or a screw (or
most likely both) or on jobs of their own. The past month has been building to
this crossroad and Kasamatsu stands rock solid like he’s wearing concrete shoes,
his eyes fixed on her face as she inches closer to him.
Her hand settles on his
neck, sending shockwaves through his nerves but he remains still. Slowly she leans
forward, breath teasing the sensitive flesh of his lips. “This is just…stress
release, you understand?”
“Are you trying to
convince me or yourself?” he asks bluntly.
“Screw you,”
she breathes closing the distance kissing him harshly.
Kasamatsu can’t stop his
hands from moving, one wrapping in her hair while the other locks onto her hip.
“If you say so,” he counters huskily.
He pushes her into the
mattress, mouth and tongue caressing every inch of flesh exposed. She arches
and moans, holding onto him so tight he wonders if he’ll bruise. And when she
crests her peak, moaning loudly, “Yukio,” he knows he’s a lost man.
When it’s over, he
leaves at her behest, her reasoning that if they keep it to just fucking it’ll
be less complicated. “Whatever,” he mumbles pulling up his pants and
tossing on his shirt, not bothering to button up the latter.
It happens again three
days later in the storeroom after dinner and then two nights after that in the
pool house after dusk.
They both keep saying
their trysts can’t continue, he because of attachment issues, she because the
more she feels for him the more she feels a traitor to her family. But they
can’t stop, it’s like an addiction, it goes beyond want to need and keeps
getting deeper no matter how many times in so many words they tell themselves
they don’t care.
The veil of mutual lies
falls even lower tonight when Kasamatsu rises to leave and feels her hand wrap
around his wrist.
“Stay,” she
says, the word quiet in the dark, a plea as much as it is an order. And
Kasamatsu realizes as he lays back down, drawing her into his embrace, that the
roles of warden and captor have switched or at the very least become mutual.
Because he’s irrevocably
in love with her.
The day comes, the day
he’s dreaded since he first laid eyes on her. If he’s honest, he probably fell
for her then, hair flying wild, eyes full of fear but determination. She was
like no one he’d ever met before and he wants nothing more than to keep her by
his side. But it’s not his choice, nothing in this god forsaken world he lives
in is his choice. It’s orders, orders, orders.
And his orders are to
take her home.
Through some miracle
(more likely an extreme generous or unfortunate “benefactor”) her father’s debt
is cleared. She’s no longer a captive of the Yakuza, but she’s definitely
Kasamatu’s.
“I don’t want to go
back, Yukio, I want to stay here. With you,” she confesses as he gathers her
bag filled with items acquired during her time with him.
His head falls back on a
sigh, arms going slack before he looks at her. “You know that’s not possible.
And even if it were, I wouldn’t let you.”
She crosses her arms,
finger nails digging into her small biceps, teeth mangling her bottom lip. He
knows she hates showing weakness but she can’t help wearing her emotions in the
open, her heart on her sleeve. “Why?” she whispers, eyes closing in effort to
trap her tears.
He flops her bag on the
bed to draw her into his arms, inhaling deeply to take in the scent of her. He draws
back, hand caressing her cheek as he stares in her eyes. They’re so pure still,
so full of hope and life and good that
it pains him. Everything he’s ever wanted is right here in his arms but he
absolutely will not keep it, will not keep her. Because she’s too good for his
world.
A dark chuckle almost
escapes his lips as memory takes hold of a boy from long ago, one wearing a
high school basketball jersey and knee-high socks, who for the life of him
couldn’t even speak coherently to a
girl let alone do the things and say the words he’s done and said with her.
He opens his mouth but
the moment is broken by a knock at the door. Separating from her, Kasamatsu
opens the door revealing Sakurai, who bows low.
“I’m sorry, but the car
is waiting,” he says voice shaking.
Kasamatsu nods once
dismissing him. Turning back around, he walks to the bed and picks up her bag
before placing his hand upon her back, a familiar gesture he doesn’t even
bother hiding anymore. “Come on, it’s time to go,” he says quietly.
The drive to her home is
silent, save for muffled sniffles coming from beside him. She insisted she ride
up front, the last time she’d have to be by his side. As they reach her family home,
Kasamatsu sees her face scrunching up in an attempt not to cry. She fails
miserably. It pierces his heart but he can’t, he won’t be selfish. It’s for her own good that she returns to her
family, even if they are tied to the business. There’s still time for her to get
out, to make a life of her own away from it. Which means, away from him.
He stops the car and
gets out, popping the trunk to gather her bag before reaching the passenger
door. Opening it, he holds out his hand but she won’t take it, won’t even look
at him. “Hey, come on, they’re waiting for you,” he grunts.
She shakes her head.
Groaning softly, Kasamatsu drops his burden to the ground and reaches in tugging
her out, easily moving her smaller frame with his larger one. When she
collapses in his arms he dies a little more inside. “Please,” he mumbles in her
hair, “you have to go.” Her head moves back, eyes full of tears. Then suddenly,
she puts distance between them just enough to rear back and smack him across
the face.
“I love you,” she chokes
out. He stays silent. “And I know you love me too Yukio, you may never have
said it but I could feel it! I could see, can
see it, right now, so why? Why are you doing this?” she shouts.
He grabs her shoulders
roughly, pushing her back against the closed door of the car, bearing the
weight of his soul in his eyes. “Because I love you too much to corrupt you!
I’m nothing! I have nothing! You think I want to stay with the Yakuza, that I
want to be Imayoshi’s errand bitch boy? I don’t have a fucking choice! He owns
me! Body, soul, mind, all of it, until I die which could be any moment of any
day!” He’s breathing hard, muscles tense and teeth grit. He grabs her chin,
kissing her hard, hot and deep. He doesn’t care if anyone sees this, he’s
making a statement and wants the whole fucking world to hear it.
Pulling away, their
breaths mingle as he says softly, “I will love you until the day I die, but I
will not let you throw away your life for me. Go, do magnificent things, change
the world, just…live a little bit for me.”
He plants one last kiss
before turning away and heading to the driver’s door, the sound of its slam the
finality of his decision.
He means every word,
he’ll die loving her, but he’ll sacrifice both of their happiness to keep her safe.
A month later, his
assertion that he could die at any time almost comes to fruition. He’s sent on a job with Aomine as lookout but their target got the jump on them and he ended
up stabbed several times. For all his hard ass talk and “don’t give a fuck” attitude,
Kasamatsu had never seen Aomine drive that fast before passing out. It’s a
miracle that he survived.
A week has passed since
the attack and when Kasamatsu opens his eyes for the first time it’s to find her in a hospital chair by his bed. In
his shock, he tries to sit up resulting in a groan of pain pulling her from
twilight slumber. Instantly she’s up, one hand grabbing his while the other
lays gently upon his cheek and he almost laughs at the irony that her last
touch to him there was a bit more stinging. His body reacts to her
automatically, head nuzzling into her touch.
“What the hell are you
doing here?” he asks, tone weaker than he’d prefer.
She smiles softly,
leaning down to kiss him and the feel of her, the scent of her, everything
about her brings him back to life. When she pulls away, she whispers, “Hayakawa
told me, or at least tried to tell me, what happened but all I needed to
understand was you were hurt.” She places a hand over his mouth to cover
protests she’s tired of hearing. “Stop, Yukio, please. I know you think you
know what’s best, and to be honest, you’re probably right. But thanks to my
father and brothers, this world is a part of me now. And if I have to live in
hell, I’d rather choose the demons I keep company with.”
He takes in a deep
breath, moving her hand and pulling her forward to kiss again, more deeply,
more lovingly, than he’s ever allowed himself. Releasing her mouth reluctantly,
he grunts, “And if I have to live in hell, I’d rather keep an angel by my side.”
And a week later when he
returns to the manor, that’s exactly where she is.
Another shameless reblog because, well, this did get buried under a round of other stuff I reblogged (not mine) but also because this is another one that ended up being one of my faves and I’m pretty proud of the results.
@ourneverendingpossibilities Two birds in one stone! I’m not sure if this kind of story suits him, but I was so inspired… Enjoy!
Reader’s gender is supposed to be unspecified, but let me know if I slipped. Also very little dialogue? I hope it’s not boring.
Also contains adult-ish themes, but none too NSFW. Semi-NSFW, maybe.
This piece is long! Placed a Keep Reading so as to not flood your screen.
One: a business arrangement is not love.
The wedding reception was fast. The two of you showed convincing displays of affection, sharing a few kisses on the lips and holding hands when necessary. To the naked eye of the public, you and Kasamatsu Yukio looked just like two people in love. To a select few, however, the wedding was merely an act.
“That was kind of exhausting,” you sigh, tipping the champagne glass to allow you to chug all of it in. Kasamatsu doesn’t bat an eyelash, helping himself to the liquor.
“Yeah.”
Although the two of you are not in love, you are not enemies either. Dressed in matching robes (complimentary, from the hotel staff in celebration of your tying the knot), you and your husband across one another on the balcony overlooking a spectacular view of the city. Not exactly the way you imagined your wedding night to go—drinking with your spouse until the edge of sobriety, that is—and to be fair, probably not how he imagined it to go as well.
You’re doing this for duty. He’s doing this for the same reason, but mainly for his father. That much you know.
You decide to cut the silence first.
“Now that we’re stuck together,” you say, the sound mixed with your sigh of fatigue, “might as well make the most of it.” The proclamation catches your now-husband’s attention, because those metal blue eyes look at yours almost glaringly. You smile, averting your gaze from his in favor of the view.
“What I’m saying is that we could at least be friends. Think of me as your roommate.” You continue, and the nostalgic visions in your head of university days cause you to break out into a grin and a small laugh. Perhaps it’s your mind’s own way to protect itself from the truth that you just got into a business marriage.
He scoffs, presumably amused at your antics. Your optimism is infectious. Kasamatsu suddenly doesn’t really mind the arrangement, not when his assigned partner is trying to exploit the most fun out of it.
He proposes a toast to the roommate agreement, and the two of you continue to drink the night away.
Sorry for being so inactive, I’m actually working on a graphic novel! Currently writing the novel part to be translated into graphic later on, which is taking up a lot of my free time. I hope you don’t mind this piece :’)
Fem!Reader, Full-blown rough NSFW. FILTHY! This is basically hentai in 2892 words lol
He grunts, eyes closed, irritated, tired.
Kasamatsu Yukio is a simple final-year university student: broken, battered, sleep-deprived, not knowing what the future holds. All boxes ticked. But if he is so tired, why has he found it super difficult to have a good night’s sleep these days? There is a lot of stirring in the middle of the night, but not to the point of fully awakening… He wonders if he should take some sleeping pills or something.
That is, until he meets the root of all his problems.
You.
He thinks it must be a dream, to have a girl hovering above his body on the bed. Especially when said girl has a pair of horns growing out of her temples, a long, thin tail, wings, and a tight… flattering bodysuit. With skin tight thigh-high boots—heaven knows how the hell a person can slip that on. The bare skin of your neck and shoulders, as well as the gap between your bodysuit and the boots does things to his heartbeat tempo.
Kasamatsu blushes. He knows he’s stressed out, but he does not expect it to be so pent-up that it manages to manifest itself into a dirty dream.
“A-Ah shit, you’re awake,” he hears you whisper, slightly panicked despite your dominant position over him. “Please go back to sleep.”
Your words do the opposite—he gains full consciousness, and though his eyes protest as they struggle to see in the dim light provided by his nightlight, he knows now that what he sees is real. Too real.
“You’re a dream demon,” he concludes. He’s heard of the existence of your kind through other people’s experiences, how rare they may be. To find one on top of him in the middle of the night is not something he expects.
“Y-Yes,” you reply, feeling a little bit called out. Your target is awake, and the best thing to do in this situation is flee and hope that he will remember this as a dream, but somehow his handsome blue-grey eyes bind you in place.
“…and you’re here to rape me?”
You let out a yelp.
“N-Not at all! We’re taking some of your life energy by… having sex… with humans as if it were an erotic dream, but we’re built for pleasure.” You utter the last part quietly, as if embarrassed. He suspects you are new to this. “The consent rate of our sexual act is 100%, I believe.”
“They are willing because of your pheromones, probably,” he comments, secretly pleased to see your flustered face. He is not lying, though. There’s a familiar sensation between his legs, a tingle just enough to spark more to come. He feels his blood rushing south at the sensation of you—he can blame it on your aphrodisiac-exuding skin or the smell of your pheromones or that damn thigh-high boots, even, but that does not change the fact that he is aroused.
“I-If you can just relax…” you begin, slowly leaning down to lick the shell of his ear. Electricity runs down his spine, and it has been a while since he last felt this horny. A thought stops him, and he brings his hands to your shoulder, pushing you away but not completely off his body.
“No, I can’t let you take away my life energy! I have morning classes!”
“I’m sorry!” You half-yell back, looking absolutely embarrassed for being interrupted, “I can’t afford to fail the test, I don’t want to repeat another whole year of training!”
That stops him and his train of thoughts. He never considered the possibility of relating to a demon.
“You need to pass an exam?”
“Yes. In order to become a full-fledged succubus, we have to successfully seduce an assigned human target in our practical exam night. This is my exam night. And I can’t change targets—it’s part of the evaluation for us to be able to seduce any kind of human…”
He pauses, knowing exactly what you mean. If you fail the test, you need to retake the training for a year… sounds a lot like university, to be honest, and he understands the pressure. The way his gaze softens at your troubled expression encourages you to plead further.
“I’m sorry that I have to take away your life energy,” you whisper, “but it will only be one night! I promise I’ll never come bother you again.”
Something tugs his heart at the prospect of not seeing you after tonight—he blames it on your aphrodisiac scent. Sure, he secretly thinks you’re fucking cute, but it’s not something you want to tell your one-night-stand partner, right? He curses under his breath.
“Fine,” he says, messing his hair up with his fingers in defeat, “do what you want.”
The surprised glimmer in your eyes makes his heart skip a beat. “Thank you!” You say, before your energy drops down. You slowly place your hands on his chest, and he admires the beautiful long fingernails playing with his pajama buttons.
“Then… I’m starting, okay? Please make yourself comfortable.”
You resume your ministrations on his left ear, and Kasamatsu hisses at the warmth of your tongue. There is still a hint of hesitance in your movements, but when he places his hands on the side of your thighs, snaking them up and down to feel the soft of your skin, you become more confident. Teasingly, you breathe against his earlobe, the cool air making his skin tingle after the sensation of your hot mouth.
“Relax, Yukio-kun,” you murmur, moving down to his neck. He wonders how you know his name—did whatever Succubus Academy provide you a file on him? With his name on it, the length of his dick, his secret porn searches? Kasamatsu finds himself pushing that thought away at the sensation of your teeth scraping lightly against his throat.
“I’m __________,” you offer, “you might want to keep that in mind.”
“__________,” he echoes, getting increasingly drunk on your sweet smell.
“Can we kiss?”
He nods, and you press your lips against his. Kasamatsu moans loudly, the sound muffled by your lips, soft and juicy and trained, judging by the way you nip at his bottom lip for permission. You definitely have no reason to be nervous about failing the exam.
Your tongue dances with his, leaving him slick with split, short for breath, and wanting more. You are lightly grinding your core against his hard-on, making him thrust up to meet your movements.
The buttons of his pajamas are swiftly undone, and your palms meet his toned chest. You feel your mouth water at the sight and touch of his torso, a natural biological reaction towards contact with a fine human specimen. Kasamatsu’s hand are slowly snaking up to your chest.
“You can touch me anywhere you want, Yukio-kun,” he nearly cums at the sound of your voice, somehow more velvety and lulling—he knows about succubi being built for sex, but not to this extent—but he somehow wills himself to hold on. A one-night-stand with a demon. Surely there’s going to be a lot of things about you that he can explore?
The two of you share a simultaneous moan, him because you have his nipple in your mouth, you because his hands just jerked the top of your bodysuit down, revealing your breasts. He gropes them unabashedly, relishing in the firm feeling of your tits being squeezed by his strong palms.
You journey south after playing with his nipples, now hard and pink. You impatiently take off his boxers by the hem, pleased to see that he’s hot and hard and leaking at the tip—as indicated by the wet spot on his underwear.
“Ahh, fuck!” He grunts when you take his tip in your mouth. Maybe it is the delirium induced by your scent, slowly infiltrating his lungs and breaking him from the inside, but your mouth feels heavenly, or in this case, devilish. You don’t waste any time teasing, partly because of his insistent hands in your hair, so you take all of him in your mouth, looking up at the man to gauge his reaction.
“Feels good,” Kasamatsu whispers, making eye contact with you. God, you look so sexy like that, how is he supposed to last? “Really good,” he emphasizes, grabbing a fistful of your hair and leading your movements up and down his cock. You don’t seem to mind his roughness—it is evidence that he’s telling the truth—and let out a muffled chuckle around his dick, the vibrations racking otherworldly sensations down his spine.
When your hand moves to play with his balls, he loses it. With a loud groan of your name, he throws his head back, gripping yours, basically face-fucking you to the point where his hot, white cum shoots inside your mouth into your throat. You welcome the spurts of semen as if it’s fine wine, his ejaculation rejuvenating you even more. You feel reborn, new, your eyes gleaming in the dark. You’ve passed the test.
But when you hover above him again, hair falling like curtain at the sides of your face, you see him looking back at you with the same unkindled fire. The crux of your thighs are sopping wet, even from the above of the bodysuit, and it calls you to do more. More. Put him inside of you, take everything he can offer.
“Thank you,” you cup his cheek, and he sighs. “You have morning class tomorrow, I don’t want to drain too much of your—nggg, ah~”
Kasamatsu pulls the apex of your bodysuit to the side, revealing your dripping cunt, and thrusts two fingers in, his thumb circling your clit. You moan, arching your back above him, but then he uses his other hand to flip you. With your back against the mattress, he kicks your knees further apart and leans down, adding his tongue into play.
You let out a high-pitched mewl, surprised at how dirty you sound. Kasamatsu finds motivation in your reactions and nips at your lower lips so fervently, eating you out like a man depraved. The urgency of his movements rival those of the rumored incubi, you think, running your fingers through his soft hair. Your pelvis rise and fall to the fast beat of his ministrations, only heard through the squelching of your juices meeting his tongue. You cum loudly when he decides to move up to your clit—he never stops his assault on the sensitive bud even after your own orgasm. His fingers collect them, and after he’s done licking you clean down there, he inserts all three fingers into his mouth, devouring your sweet essence like you did with his.
“An eye for an eye,” he murmurs, a dangerous expression on his face. And your file tells you that he’s supposed to be shy around women! “You’re overflowing,
__________.”
You’re eyes are still hazy and half-lidded when you reply, chest heaving, lips turning into a weak smirk. “And whose fault is that?”
Kasamatsu picks you up and you switch places, him sitting up against the pillows and you on his lap. He’s hard and ready, as if he didn’t cum a few minutes earlier. This man with be the death of you and of himself, you think—too much of his life energy and he’s going to be knocked out, literally. But your eyes see the opposite. He still have at least three orgasms in him. Kasamatsu Yukio is special. The fact alone makes you hungry, so much more than before.
“I’m going to fuck you,” you say, panting in heat, “is that okay?”
“Yeah,” he replies, watching as your eyes gleam a reddish pink. He didn’t think it possible to be more turned on than he is right now, but here he is.
“You’re going to miss your morning class,” you tell him. It’s that voice again, doing things to his body.
“Fuck morning class.”
In a split second, your bodysuit is gone, leaving you stark naked, except for the thigh-high boots, and ready for him. You sink yourself onto him gently, relishing in the sound of your moans mingling with his. He’s big, filling you up to the brim with his length, and you’re like a tight glove around his dick, hot and wet.
“Is this okay? Do you want it to be tighter?” You ask. He doesn’t respond, but then he lets out a yelp followed by a long “oh, yes” when you clench around him. Except you don’t unclench. One of the perks of having sex with a succubus, he thinks, is the otherworldly anatomical abilities you have.
You begin riding him, and Kasamatsu finds it difficult to decide if he wants to watch your bouncing boobs more or the place where the two of you are connected. He grunts with every thrust of his hip, determined to screw you senseless even with him bottoming. Then, he notices the tail swishing behind you.
Something inside him tells him to grab it, and he does, firm but not enough to hurt. He takes the spade-shaped tip into his mouth, thankful for the accommodating length, and sucks.
“Hyah! Oh, oh, n-not there, please, please!” you yelp, but contrary to your words, you only look more aroused, and if the brighter gleam of your irises means anything, it means that he’s doing the right thing. It doesn’t take the two of you long to reach another orgasm, thanks to your succubi features and him exploiting your weak point.
“Inside,” you pant, “cum inside me.” And he does. The rush of your love juices against his spurt of semen sends shivers and goosebumps down his spine, and he makes sure to give all of him to you, gripping your waist so tightly with his dick buried in you. The two of you watch with hazy eyes as some of the liquid leaks down your thigh, onto his leg and the bedsheets.
When Kasamatsu lifts you up and sits you on his stomach, it’s like a broken dam —your mixed cum forms a hot pool on his equally feverish skin, and he finds himself impossibly turned on. Perhaps there is more aphrodisiac in a dream demon’s love juice, he wonders as he scoops some of with his fingers and brings them to his mouth. Your lips fall open at the sight, and he takes it as an invitation. He does it again and let you suck on his fingers clean.
“You’re amazing,” he says. You feel his hardness against your ass and you let out a shaky breath.
“So are you,” you reply, offering him a shy, slightly coy smile. He hasn’t fucked you out of your shyness yet, it seems. It fuels his drive.
“Do you want to get an A? For your exam, I mean,” he asks.
“Yes, of course. Why?”
“Let’s do it again,” he says, and his normal self might be staring at him in disbelief if he ever say that so boldly, but his blood is pumping wildfire across his body, and there is only one way to alleviate it. “That way I’m sure you’re gonna pass with flying colors.”
“That’s very nice of you to offer, mmh,” you lean down to kiss him, tasting each other. Kasamatsu is the first to pull away, dragging you gently by the ankle to situate you at the edge of his bed, kneeling. You let out a weak, scandalous chuckle as he stands behind you, groping your arched butt. This position allows him to further explore you, particularly your wings…
“Your file failed to mention that you’re such a dirty boy.”
“No fun without surprises.”
And with that he thrusts into you again.
He ditched his morning class, but Kasamatsu remembers that there is a group work meeting in the late afternoon, which thankfully gives him enough time to get out of bed. You weren’t kidding when you said ‘taking his life energy’, he feels way more exhausted than he’s used to. His legs felt like jelly when he woke up earlier, and there’s a throbbing sensation in his nether regions that helps him remember the night before. Of course, you were already gone in the morning, but that does not stop him from recalling the… exciting things you did together.
Secretly, he hopes that you think it was as good of a night as he thinks it was.
Thinking about sex
is not the best thing to do
while walking down the crowded university hallway. His train of dirty recollections stop in its track when somebody bumps against his shoulders. He sees the person fumble next to him, but manage to regain their ground.
“Sorry!” A familiar voice says.
He looks back, only to see your face.
Your eyes aren’t pink, but a normal color, yet it still manages to drown him in. Your hair is style slightly differently, and the casual clothes you wear looks like it could hide a tight bodysuit underneath them. It is you, minus the horns and wings and tail.
“Are you okay?” Kasamatsu asks automatically. His mind is still processing.
“Yes,” you answer, offering him a small smile, “I had a… rough workout yesterday. Sorry.” There’s a knowing gleam in your eyes, but Kasamatsu registers it only after you leave, a good amount of distance down the hallway. It really is you.
You smile when you hear rushed footsteps behind you.
Funny and sexy! I LOVE confident Kasamatsu. Great job!!
This one’s for @vball-baes-bball-babes — Sorry about not sending this through SUBMIT. Had some problems with the classification of the work; the usual route refuses to let me send multiple gifs as was the case with another one I made a day ago.
Without further ado, a set of headcanons with an interactive element!
[BONUS]
>With the event falling on a weekday, it wasn’t practical to go out to ‘try their luck’ in getting a table at any restaurant.
>Even the ones that weren’t doing so well on the average day were packed!
>Forcing it was neither in the character of this duo — especially with Yukio who never half-assed anything in his life.
>There’s no way he’d start now, on a Valentine’s evening, which is supposed to be about showing how dedicated he is to his love.
>He saw to it that he was the first to be home that day.
>All the stuff he needed for a homemade date were purchased some days before; while ideally he would opt for freshness of the ingredients, he had to sacrifice his particularness for efficiency and discreetness.
>So he comes home early. Lengthy preparation was under way.
>Aware of Jade’s fondness for Italian food, he saw to it to make a selection of dishes.
>While he was more an expert at making Nikujaga, his hand at crafting some italian dishes was acceptable to a few Italian grandmothers.
>Picture this: His furrowed brows as he concentrated on getting the flavors as accurately as possible.
>He ultimately miscalculates the entire proceedings, missing his clock at 15 minutes, Jade’s presence announced with the key put into the lock and some problematic turning.
>Both neglected to use WD-40 on the lock to make it easier to work with.
>Table already set in an impressive spread, Yukio only had enough time to change into something more presentable
>Presentable over his usual tanktop and cotton, drawsting shorts
>He sprints to the bedroom he shares with Jade
>He changes into a button-up shirt in a color she always favored and a pair of trousers.
>He splashes on a fragrance that she loved so much…
>…He now smells like an Italian granny with classy swag.
>With Jade still struggling with the lock, Yukio neatened his hair with his fingers before hastily making his way to the door.
>Already exhausted from work, Jade was about say something sassy when her gaze was met with a well-put together everything.
>From bae, to living room area, to dining area.
>And to talk about the delightful aroma wafting about the premises doesn’t give the food justice.
>Gaze shifted once from the candles lit on the table to her Prince of the evening.
>In his hands were a bouquet of the finest orange, Gerber Daisies he could find.
>Never one to speak eloquently about the depths of how he feels, he lets the absolute adoration in his eyes do the talking.
>After a great dinner, dessert was had in the living room.
>He serenades Jade with his guitar cover of It Was Always You by Maroon 5.
>Part of the Valentine’s gift Jade gets from Yukio is a CD he made of himself singing or just playing the guitar.
>Covers of their favorite songs
>Bonus of two tracks, something he composed for her:
>They’re of how much his life has changed since he met her, how much she means to him, and what he promises to her from the day he asked her to be his GF to Wife.
I was grinning so hard reading these, this is too precious! Thank you so much, I love it!!!
He sat, one leg crossed over the other, watching as she exited the bathroom on hands and knees crawling towards him. Everything else fell away, the red satin sheets on the circular bed, the candles, the wine; all he could see was her, covered in a full body stocking with a whip between her teeth.
Lips curling back to a devious smile, he stood, pushing down his boxers to relieve the pressure of his ever growing erection.
“So I’ve got a bad girl on my hands tonight, is that it?” he asked, taking the toy from her mouth, its handle wet from her saliva.
“Yes, master, I’ve been very bad,” she cooed, eyes hooded. Looking up through long lashes she begged, “Please punish me.”
He grinned, reared back and smacked the leather across her ass making her yelp.
Imayoshi
Usually the master manipulator, Imayoshi has to work hard to squash the deep moan desperate to burst from his chest as he watches his cock disappear into her mouth. It isn’t the first time he’s watched her suck him off, far from it, but she’d decided to turn up the heat this Valentine’s day in the form of pasties over her nipples, a slip of material masquerading as a thong and her arms bound behind her back with black satin ribbon as she took him deep while on her knees.
He loses the battle with his pride, groaning her name as his hand twists a chunk of her hair and his orgasm rips through him. She chokes slightly prompting him to let go so she can swallow and take a deep breath. “Mmmmm, that was exquisite, _____-chan,” he compliments, hand caressing her cheek. “What say I untie you and you wash down your good job with that chocolate and champagne I got you?”
Higuchi
His fingers trembled as she placed the surprise she’d acquired for their rendezvous in his hand. “Are…are you sure you wanna do this?”
“Why so nervous, Shota? I just wanna have a little fun, spice things up a bit,” she teased lightly tracing one finger along his jaw.
He looked down, swallowing thickly as his eyes drank in her breasts encircled by an open cup bra. When his breath ghosted over her nipples, they hardened further and she cast her head back, hair spilling down her back. “Now, get them wet and hook me up baby,” she ordered.
Higuchi closed his eyes, mouth pursing to suck one into his mouth while the other was teased with his fingers. She moaned, one hand pushing against the back of his head in eager indication to continue.
When she was good and lubricated, he drew back, took a deep breath and put on the nipple clamps. The initial sting had her hissing, but as the tip of his tongue teased against her flesh once more she gasped in pleasure.
“Now fuck me,” she groaned, parting her legs revealing a wetness that made his mouth water.
Kasamatsu
“Ugh, fuck, _____, it’s too much, I can’t-“
Kasamatsu’s protests cut off as her lips sealed over his own, tongue dominating him in a way that turned him on far more than he’d like to admit. As much as he was alpha on the court, they both knew who held the reins in the bedroom and he was constantly torn between elation and embarrassment of feeling not “man enough” to handle her.
Drawing back, she sank him deeper into her heat and echoed his moan. “It’s not too much, Yu..ki…o,” she gasped, gyrating for good measure. “You said you want to be able to last longer and that cock ring is doing just that, isn’t it?”
He looked up at her through hooded eyes, sweat trickling down his temples. After a moment’s consideration, he nodded once. “Good thing too,” he grunted, hands grasping tight to her hips to shove her down harder, “because the sight of you fucking me in this teddy would have had me done in seconds without it.”
Okamura
“Make sure you use plenty of lube, sweetie,” she reminded breathlessly. Okamura’s eyes were wide open, irises blown black with deep want as he stared at her, ass in the air, the school girl costume skirt flipped up revealing her in all her tight, wet glory.
“Oh damn,” he mouthed. He’d already given her a mindbending orgasm through use of his mouth but now she wanted to make use of the new play thing she’d brought along for their anniversary. Refocusing, he slathered on copious amounts of the lubricant she’d bought in tandem with the butt plug he held in his massive hand. The light from above glinted off the glass of the insertable as he touched it gingerly to her opening.
“Ready?” he asked breathless.
She nodded and he pushed forward, the toy sucking into her ass with a loud squelching sound that mixed with her own moans of pleasure.
“Oh gods, Kenichi, it feels…sssoooo…good.”
He grit his teeth against the strain of his erection, working to make sure not to push too hard or too fast. Once it was fully inserted, he sat back on his haunches to observe, his cock pulsing with need to fuck her. “Kenichi, lay down so I can ride you.” He obeyed, mouth falling open into a wide O when she sank her torrid heat onto him in reverse cowgirl. “Now you can pump me in both holes at once.”
Iwamura
“Are you sure, Tsutomu? I mean, I didn’t get it because you-”
“I’m fine baby, sometimes…sometimes it’s fun to watch. Go on, lay back and give me a show,” Iwamura encouraged, lounging back on the loveseat faced towards the couch.
She cocked one eyebrow but did as told, parting her legs to reveal her wanting heat highlighted by crotchless panties, its matching bra cast to the side. “Leave the thighs-highs and heels on too,” he ordered, languidly stroking his semi-hard cock.
Slowly she trailed the vibrator up her thigh, turning it on as it touched her clit, bringing a gasp to her parted lips. “Oh, oh it feels good, Tomu.”
He gripped himself tighter, pumping up and down as she teased herself towards orgasm, fingers pinching her nipple and his name spilling from her mouth over and over until he couldn’t take it any longer. Launching forward, he pulled away her hand just before she reached release and sheathed his cock into her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet!” he groaned, slamming into her again. Twisting the toy from her grasp he turned it to full power and laid it against her clit. She shrieked his name as she came, her inner walls clamping onto him so tight he followed right along. This was definitely something they’d be trying again.
Kind of varied in their length but I hope you enjoy them Tia! – Admin Jade
Kasamatsu
First things first, he’s freaking out. The moment your eyes leak and your face scrunches up he’s a flustered messed, caught between wanting to comfort you and having no clue how to do it. He’ll most likely ask what’s wrong but because he’s out of his depth it comes out gruff rather than gentle. Realizing he’s making things worse, he opts to not talk and finally just takes you in his arms, patting your head awkwardly. “It’s ok, I…I’m here,” he mumbles. When you finally tell him what’s wrong, he sighs; how can anyone get so emotional about an anime?
Hyuuga
He was used to volatile people, just look at Kagami and Riko, but you like this had him feeling like he’d just been chucked into the deep end without the ability to swim. Unsure exactly who or what pissed you off, he’s dodging flailing limbs and curses from the left and right.
“Will you just calm down a second?” he snaps. When you look up with tears in your eyes is when he knows whatever’s going on is more serious than he previously believed. “Hey,” he tries again, voice a little softer, but he keeps his hands outstretched just in case, “just..take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong.”
He should have known it had something to do with that brother of yours…no one else could get you raging in 5 nanoseconds but this was the first time he’d made you cry; at least that Hyuuga’d seen. He tenses as you talk, transferring your anger to him, but he’ll bear the burden if it’ll get you to calm down.
Takao
“I got in, ____! We’ll be at the same university, isn’t that great?!” Takao’s excitement is momentarily derailed the moment you let go of a choked sob. Were you…he’s unsure what to do, watching with his mouth unhinged as tear trails race down your cheeks. But when your hand falls away from your mouth revealing a bright, wide smile he breathes a sigh of relief; happy tears, he could handle happy tears!
“I’m sorry,” you sniffle making way to hug him, “I just…I didn’t expect…”
“Shhhhh, it’s ok. Now I just have something else to add to my arsenal with which to tease you,” he chuckles, strong arms enveloping you in a long, large hug.
I’ve not done this soulmate AU before and my comedy writing skills leave something to be desired in my opinion so I really hope you like these! – Admin Jade
Kise
Kise pumped his legs faster, praying he would make it in time. If he was late for practice one more day, Kasamatsu-senpai would kill him; or worse, he’d bench him. The station came into view, train at a standstill but the announcer’s voice indicated he’d run out of time. Only focused on his end goal, Kise burst forward in a mad dash, reaching the door just as it was closing. He jumped, wedging himself between the sliding panels, but couldn’t quite get a foothold to push all the way in. The wall of the tunnel was getting closer and just as he figured he’d lose more than his position on the court for one game, he was tugged roughly into the car, landing in a sprawled mess upon the floor his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You know, you’re just adding to the belief that blondes are dumb,” a voice said from above him.
As Kise opened his eyes, he felt a tingling sensation on his arm.
“No! Of all times and all things to have been said, why now? Why that?” Timidly, he looked at his wrist, groaning as the very words just spoken to him etched their way upon his skin. He turned his attention back to the car, only to realize he had no idea who’d spoken to him. Much as he hated the words, he wanted his soulmate but how could he find them? He couldn’t just blurt out, “Who saved me?” He didn’t think the phenomena worked like that. Worrying his bottom lip, he stood indecisive, eyes flicking all about the car looking for any connection, but everyone kept their attention fixed on their phone screens, out the window or on books and newspapers.
Sighing, he thumped his head against the wall.
When he arrived at his stop, he filed out with the rest of the passengers, discouraged he’d probably never find his soulmate again when the person ahead of him dropped their book, unware of its absence. Rushing forward, Kise picked it up before it was trampled, calling out, “Excuse me, you dropped this!”
You turned, opening your mouth to thank him but froze, jaw unhinged as you felt a light burning on the arm extended towards the blonde you’d managed to save from losing his leg. He planted the book in your hand, confusion on his face at your expression until he noticed your arm.
Eyes brightening to an alarming degree, he exclaimed, “Soulmate-cchi! I found you after all!”
Kasamatsu
“What’s the point of going on a date if they’re not my soulmate, huh? It’s just a waste of time!” Kasamatsu snapped.
But Kise was being even more obstinate than usual. “You’ll never meet them if you don’t get out there and try! I have mine, Kasamatsu-senpai, and they’re wonderful!”
There was no lie in that, you had been a rather amazing addition to the ace’s life. Kasamatsu appreciated your no nonsense attitude and that you kept the golden boy in line better than even he could. “I’m still surprised you didn’t end up more hurt, maybe Midorima is right about all the mystical crap.”
“No changing the subject, senpai! Just go! If anything it will give you practice for when you do finally meet your destined one.”
Destined one? Was that really how it worked?
And so Kasamatsu found himself agreeing, more so just to get Kise to shut up about it than anything else. He considered not going. He didn’t want to be there anyway and what did he care that someone Kise knew was offended? But his sense of propriety won out in the end and he found himself making way to a park to meet this mystery person.
It was going to be a disaster, he just knew it.
Approaching the fountain agreed to as the simplest meeting spot, Kasamatsu spotted you, your own eyes searching for him. When you locked gazes he felt his throat tighten up; you were gorgeous.
He didn’t know how he kept walking but eventually he was standing just in front of you, however your expression was not one of recognition. Had Kise not told you what he looked like? Not provided enough details? The blonde could be a bit scattered brained from time to time, but surely even he would realize-
“Is there something you wanted, or are you just going to stand there gaping like a fish?”
Startled out of his thoughts, Kasamatsu barely recognized the fact you were speaking to him when he felt pressure on his inner wrist up to his elbow. Looking down, he almost fainted; you were his soulmate?
Flustered even more, he blurted out, “You’re my soulmate!”
Your eyes widened as his words appeared slowly on your arm. Looking to it and then his, you couldn’t stop a chuckle, then a full blown laugh from escaping your lips. The male before you scowled, unclear at the reason of your amusement but when you took his hand, his heart nearly stopped.
“I’m sorry for the…less than desirable ink you have there. How about I make it up to you by paying for dinner while we get to know each other?”
Imayoshi
Imayoshi was tired, it had been a long day of wrangling Aomine to practice, talking Sakurai down from whatever ledge he’d placed himself on this time and trying to keep Wakamatsu from killing both of them. He sat upon the gym floor, relishing in the momentary quiet as the team took care of washing up and changing back into their street clothes. He’d found it advantageous to wait until they’d all gone before taking his own shower, where he could be alone with his thoughts and planning their training and drills.
Boisterous chatter, mostly arguments from Too’s most temperamental members, signified his opportunity to retreat.
Later, he made his way to the bus stop, muscles protesting each step.
Taking a seat on the newly arrived bus, he sighed out to no one, “I swear on my soul, if those guys don’t get their act together I’ll kill them.”
From across the aisle he heard, “Do you even have a soul?”
Head whipping to the side, his eyes landed on your face, the mischievous smirk he found there intriguing. You looked a little familiar, clearly a fellow student at Too, unless you were just in the habit of blurting out insults to random strangers. Just as he was about to reply, he felt a tapping on his arm and looked down, watching as the very words just spoken to him bled into existence on his skin.
Lips curling into a devious smirk, his narrowed eyes looked once more at your face, now a bit paler and with no sign of your previous cheekiness to be found. Leaning forward, he whispered, “Property of Imayoshi Soichi.”
You gasped, frantically rubbing your arm as if that would magically erase your soulmate’s words. Suddenly he was beside you, eyes opening just enough to reveal his irises which burned with wicked amusement. “Now, I think, would be a good time to get to know one another, don’t you?”
The last time I wrote about Kasamatsu trying to teach his s/o guitar, it didn’t lead to very safe for work places… lol -Neon
“Which hand is your dominant one?”
Giving him a bit of an incredulous stare, you lightly smacked the back of your hand against Kasamatsu’s shoulder. He was your boyfriend for god’s sake; shouldn’t he know which hand you wrote with by now? The light smack and glare was met by a surprised, then annoyed look of his own. He knew what he’d done wrong, just didn’t want to admit it.
“Just hold this,” he said, pushing one of his older guitars into your hands. When you positioned it so that you were holding it the wrong way, just to test him, he rolled his eyes and responded with, “The other way, doofus.”
With the guitar positioned in your arms and his own positioned in his, he went through the first few chords to a song you both knew and enjoyed. It was slow work at first with him showing you where each finger went and you trying your best to copy it. There were a few times, when you’d strum along, that the notes seemed to be just a bit more off than his.
“No, here,” he said.
Scooting closer to you, Kasamatsu set his guitar off to the side and placed his hands over yours. As he positioned them where they should be, you couldn’t help but notice the way his skin felt so warm against yours. It made everything tingle slightly in that way that often happened when you were with someone you love.
“Now strum like this,” he once again directed.
This time his hands wrapped over your other one, guiding it as he allowed you to lightly strum over the strings. What was produced was an airy, very light sound that reverberated just enough.
“Keep going like that and you’ll get this down in no time,” he encouraged.
As Kasamatsu went to take his hands back, you snatched them up in your own. The fast action nearly had you fumbling with the guitar in your lap and it ended up haphazardly laid out across both of your legs.
“I don’t think I understand yet,” you blurted out, a blatant lie.
Kasamatsu’s look of surprise, that slight blush on his cheeks, quickly went away as he realized your game. Taking his hand out of yours, he frowned in that disapproving way and flicked at your forehead.
Happy New Year anon! I hope I quench your thirst with this one. Once again, with no gender specifics I defaulted to female because of the nature of the ask. I hope you enjoy! Also, when writing NSFW scenarios I am aging the guys up to over 18. It’s just more comfortable that way and since they all look like they’re in college anyway, I think it works just fine. -Admin Jade
Murasakibara
“Mmmmmm, _____-chin, how do you always taste so sweet?” Murasakibara asks. Her reply is swallowed up in a long moan, fingers lacing through his hair sending tingles of pleasure shooting down his spine. It isn’t often he gets enthusiastic during sex but when he wants something, he wants it and right now he wants to make her scream.
Seems all that ice cream licking is paying off since he’s sure he could do this for hours if she’d let him. Leaning up to take in breath, his eyes roam over her, spread out on the kitchen table, her skirt bunched around her waist and hands gripping the edge above her head as if her life depends on it. She cracks open one eye, chest heaving, hair matted to her neck. He’s been working her for a good fifteen minutes already.
“Atsushi, please.”
He hums ascent, going back to work, not that he would really call it that. His mouth opens, tongue pushing deep. After a few seconds, he switches to quick flicks against her clit making her wail.
That’s more like it.
Maybe he’ll go for a record, half an hour, maybe more. After all, he’s a master of using his mouth, and he loves that she’s his slave.
Midorima
Dr. Shintaro Midorima, a title he’s worked his ass off to obtain. A title he’s acquired through tireless effort and discipline, though to see him now one would second guess the last. Because he couldn’t take the teasing, the testing, the pushing to his absolute limit when it’s been so long since they’ve been together.
She gasps, covering her mouth to stifle the loud moan that wants to escape when he pushes forward, lips roughly sucking her clit.
Midorima looks up from his position on the floor, hands wrapped around her backside kneading the mounds of flesh like dough.
“You just had to push it, just had to wear that shirt,” he growls, shifting position for a better angle.
“Shin…I…oh!”
Her protests are cut off by two long fingers inserting themselves into her wet heat, head falling back with a heavy thunk against the door as he seals his lips back over her and prods that little bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while pumping her mercilessly. Is he trying to get them caught? Or does he just not give a fuck? Well, he technically, he is giving a fuck, but that’s neither here nor there.
“I knew marrying you would be the death of me,” he complains.
She chuckles through her pants. “But you love me anyway.”
He hums something akin to agreement, the vibration almost making her knees give out while his back is beginning to feel the effects of doing this in a tight space not meant for activities such as these. And as much as wants to take her home and ravish her properly, he can’t, not right now. So he enjoys the taste of her, the feel of her squeezing his fingers, the sound of her muffled moans of his name and considers it’s only six more hours until his shift is done. Then she’s really going to get it.
Kiyoshi
Having her in his arms after so long fills Kiyoshi’s heart to overflowing. While he doesn’t regret his decision to come to America and get the treatment he needs, he can’t say it hasn’t been fairly miserable having an entire ocean separating them. Sure, they’ve texted and Skyped, even wrote some actual letters with paper and pen to appease the old souled romantic in him, but the feeling of her breath on his neck, their chests pressed so firmly together he swears he can feel her heartbeat and the taste of her lips on his has Kiyoshi floating on cloud nine.
It isn’t long before eager fingers seek buttons to pop loose, hands tug on cotton to relieve overheating flesh and mouths move from one another’s to taste skin.
He moans as her lips trail wet hot kisses down his throat, forgetting how he even ended up on his back.
But he’s far too eager to let her have her way tonight.
Reaching down, his large hands cup her ass, easily drawing her up his body to straddle his head. She’s already soaked but he intends to make her even wetter. He pulls, gently but firmly to bring her sex closer to his mouth. Opening up wide, he takes a long, slow lick, hearing the catch of her breath, feeling the tremble of her muscles to hold position.
“Relax, babe, I got you,” he assures.
Minutely the tension lessens and he takes advantage to pull her flush against his face, her juices slicking his chin. He moans into her, lapping at her, sucking her lips, all while his hands massage her ass. They’re big enough that his thumbs wrap down to widen her, giving him even more access to between her petals.
“Te..Teppei..”
“Damn I’ve missed being between your thighs,” he praises. He inhales her scent, strong and musky but all her and all his for the enjoying. His lips purse, sucking the tiny bundle of hypersensitive nerves right above her entrance and she moans his name in a tone so full of wanton desire he swears she can make him come without touching him if she keeps that up. This was definitely not what he’d intended within the first ten minutes of her being here, but he doesn’t want her anywhere else.
Kasamatu
“Get a grip, you can do this,” he thinks, tongue peeking out to wet dry lips.
“Yukio, don’t tease,” she whines.
His eyes flick to her face, her own staring at him with utter need. Kasamatsu swallows the lump in his throat. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to do this, but trying anything for the first time is nerve wracking. Not to mention this is the most exposed he’s ever seen her, spread open revealing every last inch of her beautiful body. He leans down, settling himself between her legs, calloused hands running up and down the length of her thighs, enjoying the feel of warm skin. His eyes land on a scar not previously known to him to exist and he makes a mental note to ask about it later. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Kasamatsu inhales through his nose, the scent of her washing over him. It’s almost…briney, reminding him a bit of the sea salt air at the beach.
“I…I don’t know what to do,” he confesses, cheeks blaring red.
She smiles softly, a light huff of air coming out as she explains, “Just…think of how you kiss my mouth and start with that. If you don’t like it, we can stop, I promise I won’t be mad.”
He nods, returning his gaze back to her opened center. She’s a lot…prettier here than he’d imagined. It isn’t that he hasn’t seen one before, but that was always on a screen and while trying to not hyperventilate. In fact, he doesn’t know how he hasn’t fainted already.
Leaning down, he presses a delicate kiss to one side, the evidence of his enthusiastic touching slicking itself against his lips. Unthinkingly, he licks them again, pleased to find her taste is mild but distinct.
Throwing caution and nerves to the wind, Kasamatsu moves forward once more, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out as he does when he wants to kiss her breathless, only he’s the one who loses his when he hears the moan she lets loose at even just this tiny bit of stimulation.
His trepidation falls away to a raging desire to pull even more of those lovely sounds from her lips and he dives in, pressing his entire face against her, nose bumping against her clit making her hips jerk.
Moving on instinct, his palms land on her inner thighs, holding her open to his exploration.
“Fu…fuck, Yukio.”
He groans, pushing further in, rolling his tongue all over her. How could he ever have thought he wouldn’t like this?
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