Tag: kasamatsu yukio

Gaby my love welcome back!! How about some Kasamatsu? I know, I know, big surprise right? ;)

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@ourneverendingpossibilities Two birds in one stone! I’m not sure if this kind of story suits him, but I was so inspired… Enjoy!

  1. 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.
  2. Also contains adult-ish themes, but none too NSFW. Semi-NSFW, maybe.
  3. 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.

Two: you don’t fall in love with your roommate.

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Gabby I love it!!!!! So good, what a creative idea and take on the fall in love with your roommate idea. Thank you for writing it!

Gabby! How do you feel about a fem!reader succubus who’s learning how to properly sleep with men but she’s having a hard time with Kasamatsu? She’s nervous she’ll screw up because she has to successfully seduce a man to pass the exam..(Does that make sense??)

baesketballers:

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!!

Don’t Be Nervous (Kasamatsu Yukio)

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Title: Don’t Be Nervous

Anime: Kuroko no Basket

Pairing: Kasamatsu x Reader

Word Count: 2,100

Genre: Fluff

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Your eye twitched at the hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, narrowed eyes sliding up the toned arm to the culprit. “Why do you have to involve me?”

Bakagami glanced over his shoulder. “Because you’re one of the scariest people I know.”

A sweat drop appeared on the back of your head. “I never knew you had such a way with words. I’m surprised the girls aren’t falling over themselves to hear you speak!”

He scowled at the remark but chose to keep his mouth shut.

Silence fell as you made your way to the park. For what, you had no clue.

When you reached the destination, your eyes landed on a few familiar faces; Kise, who looked rather chipper. Kuroko, who wore the same blank expression as always. Koganei, who looked excited and ready to go. And Kasamatsu, who looked rather nervous.

Your gaze followed Koganei’s and you raised an eyebrow at the four girls standing off to the side. They were huddled together, whispering amongst themselves and glancing at the group of boys.

You yanked your arm free of Kagami’s grasp and narrowed your eyes into a glare, ready to demand an explanation when you were glomped by a blonde blur, knocking you back a few paces.

“I’m glad you could make it! Now we can go!” His grip around your body disappeared and he hurried over to the girls, ushering them along. Koga followed happily with Kuroko at his side, while Kasamatsu kept his distance.

Kagami gripped your forearm in a gentle but firm hold, leaning down so he could whisper in your ear. “Kise is trying to find Kasamatsu a girlfriend, but he’s useless when it comes to girls.”

You bit back the smart remark that begged to be released. “Okay… so what up with the group?”

“Kise needed two more guys, and when he asked Kuroko, Koganei-senpai said he would do it. He ended up having to beg Kuroko before he would agree.” He scoffed, shoving his hands into his shorts. “Kuroko threatened me with that damn dog, so I had to come along.”

“And I’m here because…?”

“They were short one girl and I wasn’t about to get set up with some chick I didn’t know.”

“Lovely. I knew I should have ignored your call.”

He sent you an annoyed glare, but you weren’t entirely sure it was meant for you. “If I have to suffer, you can to!”

“You’re such a good friend, Taiga.”

“Shut up.”

“Come now. Is that any way to speak to your elder?”

“Shut up.”

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To say that the atmosphere was ‘awkward’ would be the world’s greatest understatement. The only ones talking were Koga and Kise, along with their dates. Honestly, you were fine with Kagami not talking to you but the silence was a bit killer, especially with the aura Kagami and Kasamatsu were giving off.

You rested your elbow on your crossed legs and plopped your cheek into your palm, playing with your shoelace to pass the time which seemed to be dragging by. God, you wish Kise would pull the plug already. His little plan obviously wasn’t working. Even when his date said something to him, all Kasamatsu would do was nod. He wouldn’t even look at her!

Your cell phone buzzed in your pocket and you shared a glance with Kagami before fishing it out and flipping it open. Why in the world was Kise texting you when you were in the SAME room?

– Why are you sitting on the floor?

You held in a snort.

– Because I refuse to sit next to some girl I don’t know.

– Participate, please? 😦

You glanced up and caught Kise’s frown. No matter how tough you liked to believe yourself to be, that look was not something you could easily look over. You sighed before getting up off the floor, only to plop into Kagami’s lap. He grunted at the added weight, growling into your ear.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Shut up.” You muttered before forcing a smile as you addressed the girls. “So! What do you guys do for fun, hmm?”

“Shopping!” They giggled in unison.

You hung your head in disbelief, the corner of your lips twitching. I can’t work with this, Kise!

“A-Ano…”

Blinking blankly, you looked up at the girl sitting across from Kasamatsu. She was a small thing, probably Kuroko’s height, with hair as green as Midorima’s and eyes like emeralds. Thick rimmed glasses were positioned on her face, helping to hold back her bangs that had fallen from the braids’ grip. She fidgeted nervously, but managed to meet my eyes with confidence in her voice.

“I-I’m on the debate team at school.”

Your eyes lit up and you leaned forward. Hope! There was hope after all! “That’s cool. Ne, Yukio?”

He jumped when you nudged him in the side, his face turning a bright red as his hands tightened around his slacks. “Y-Yeah…”

You twitched again. That fool had no idea what he just agreed to! Kagami sniggered, probably at your irritation, and tried to cover it up with a few coughs. A swift nudge to the ribs had him coughing for real.

“Mou, what’s taking that idiot waiter so long?” The blonde sitting across from Kise whined, crossing her legs and causing her skirt to ride up her leg. She ended up flashing Kise, but she didn’t seem to care. She wasn’t the type to care. “I’m hungry, Ryo-kun!”

“I’ll go check and see what the hold up is!” You jumped up, a little too eager, ignoring Kise’s sharp look. Seeing how miserable he looked, you figured you’d spare poor Yukio, as well. “Give me a hand?”

His blue eyes snapped up to meet yours, as if to make sure you were speaking to him. You held your hand out in confirmation, figuring he might need some help un-sticking himself from between Kagami and Kuroko. He seemed to hesitate, swallowing hard before slipping his sweaty hand into your own. It proved just how nervous and uncomfortable he really was.

You pulled him up with ease, not bothering to spare the others a glance before you turned and left the room, pulling the younger boy along behind you. Only when you were a safe distance away did you release his hand, instead placing them in the pockets of your hoodie.

“Sorry if you wanted to stay. Just seemed like you were pretty uncomfortable.”

“Y-Yeah. Thank you.”

You glanced at him curiously. “You really didn’t wanna do this, did you?”

“I don’t have time for girls.”

You chuckled at his response and he glared at you, unamused.

“What’s so funny about that?”

“You’re only saying that because you don’t know how to handle them. That’s why Kise was trying so hard to help you.”

He didn’t respond, instead turning his head away. Guess you pissed him off.

“Well, what do I know?” You laughed, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “I don’t know you well enough to say either way. I was just going by what I’ve heard from Kise.”

“It’s not my fault I can’t talk to girls.” He muttered in a soft voice. You almost didn’t hear him.

“You’re talking to me, aren’t you?”

“That doesn’t count!”

“How so?” You raised a brow curiously.

“You’re different. It’s not like I’m talking to a girl when I talk to you!”

Did he just call you a guy? You think he did. This kid was about as useless as Kagami… Kise wasn’t kidding!

“I-I mean…” He stumbled over his words, eyes wide and face bright red. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words, but none came.

You laughed again, waving him off. “Don’t worry about it. I know I’m not the most girly thing out there. I’m one of the guys, and it’s easy to forget that I’m female.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not so easily hurt, so relax.” You hadn’t realized he had stopped walking until you glanced over and found the spot next to you vacant. Before you had the chance to turn around, arms wrapped around your body from behind, pinning your arms to your side. The embrace was awkward and you could feel just how tense his body was… he really didn’t have any experience. It was actually pretty surprising, considering how good looking he is.

You tapped his arm curiously after a minute of silence. “What are you doing, Yukio?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it came out. I just…”

“I said it’s fine.” You laughed, patting his arm. You expected his grip to disappear, or at least loosen up a bit, but he tightened it instead.

“The truth is… I always get nervous around you. I never know what to say or do, and I always get jealous when I see how easy it is for Kise to talk to you. I just wanna smack him!”

“You should. Holding in your anger is bad for your health, ya know.” You were dead serious, too. You love Kise, but he could get on your nerves sometimes. He needed some tough love. Especially after tonight. “Your problem is that you think too much.”

You pried his arms off, turning around to meet his confused gaze. His cheeks were alight with red and something burned in the depths of his blue eyes, but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“You think too much about what to do and what to say, and you end up psyching yourself out. Don’t think so much. Be impulsive and just say or do whatever comes to mind. You can think about it later on.”

He looked down at the floor, seeming to think about what you told him. When he looked up again, there was a fire burning in his eyes. You didn’t move as he reached forward, grabbing your shoulders firmly and pulling you into his body. His lips crashed down onto your own, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to keep you in place. Your body was thrown into shock… you couldn’t move a muscle! Was Kasamatsu Yukio really kissing you? It seemed like a dream.

After a few seconds, he pulled away enough to create a few inches between your lips. Having him so close, you realized just how good looking this boy really was. With his spiked black hair and intense blue eyes, his strong features and his well-defined brow. He was almost god-like in looks. Kind of like Kise, but more masculine and rough.

You still hadn’t moved.

He must have taken that as a bad sign because he began to pull away. It was then that you realized what needed to be done.

Your hand grabbed the back of his neck to stop him in his tracks, fingers sliding through his silky hair. His eyes widened in surprise before your lips collided again, this time with more passion and want. The grip around your waist tightened as your lips moved in perfect synch.

The passion began to heat up as he pushed you against the wall, his muscled body making you groan in satisfaction as it molded against your own. You guess the sound snapped him out of whatever trance he had been in, because he jumped away from, eyes wide like saucers and his hand covering his mouth.

You licked your lips to get another taste of him, chest heaving up and down as you attempted to slow your rapidly beating heart.

The passionate air that you had just been bathed in slowly stared to fade away, making way for an air of awkwardness that you weren’t quite sure how you could break. You didn’t know how he felt, so you didn’t know what step you should take next. For all you knew, he could have been just using you for practice.

“I’m s – ”

“Don’t say it.” You scowled, rubbing the back of your head. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“You didn’t pull away.”

“Did you want me to?”

“No.”

Surprised by the answer, your eyes met his. The shock had faded, it seemed, and there was determination burning in the depths of his eyes. A couple steps was all it took before he was directly in front of you, his lips hovering over your own.

“I still feel nervous around you.”

You grinned, throwing your arms around his neck. “Hmm, we’ll just have to keep practicing until your not nervous anymore.”

“What about Kise?”

“Who cares. He’ll find out eventually.” You muttered, capturing his lips once more.

This time, you didn’t let him get away.

This is awesome! Love it!

December 2nd: Hot Chocolate

supern-a-vengers:

For the fantabulous @vball-baes-bball-babes ! I am so happy to present you with your very own Christmas gift! When I first got into reading fanfics for my Haikyuu boys you were one of the first blogs I started following, and man did you send me down the dark whole of obsession. Because now I can’t stop writing about my vballers. But, because of your wonderfulness and the joy reading your works brings me, I hope I can bring even a fraction of that to you.

  • Character: Kasamatsu Yukio

This is my first time writing for anyone from KNB so I hope it isn’t too bad.

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“It’s cold!”

You rolled your eyes at the blond walking next to you. “It’s not that bad, Kise.”

Laughing as he gaped at your dismissal, you continued on your path. Determined to follow the man that had caught your eye.

“I’m practically a snowman. Can’t we be done?” He whined, tugging on your arm in the opposite direction.

You turned to him, frowning. “You said you could get him to talk to me. That hasn’t happened. So no. We can’t be done until I at least introduce myself.” Throwing your hands into the air you expressed your exasperation with the copy-cat. “How can I ever expect him to fall for me if we’ve never even met? That’s stupid thinking.”

He shook his head. Laughing as he did so, “You can try all you want but it’s not gunna work.”

Pouting at your tall friend, you silently asked for his reasoning.

Kise just repeated his actions and pulled out his phone.

Had you still been watching him, you would have seen Kasamatsu Yukio pull his portal device out shortly after. Seeing it was the basketball prodigy he answered.

“What is it Kise? You better not be giving Hayakawa a hard time!”

Suddenly Kise was laughing into his phone. You were annoyed that your friend was now ignoring you and kept trying to get his attention. Attempting to get him to answer you.

He waves you off and turns away to talk into the phone. “Of course not! It’s fine! It’s fine. Hahaha Anyway, are you free to meet? I’m near your apartment complex and its cold and I want something warm to drink.”

“Yea, well as long as you aren’t skipping practice I guess that’s fine.” Kasamatsu replied.

You were practically glaring at the tall blonde by the time he turned back to face you.

He looked you in the eyes as a sneaky smile grew on his face. “Perfect, meet at the corner cafe?”

The person he was talking to must have agreed, because he gave his farewells and stuck the phone back into his pocket.

“So now you are going to ditch me?” You growled at him, eyes ablaze with the feeling of betrayal. “It’s not even that cold, Kise.” You threw your hands out and away from you.

He stuck his tongue out at you but sauntered away before you could retaliate. Calling over his shoulder, “Come on. If you really want to continue your crusade after I get my drink I’ll still join you.”

Figuring this was his attempt at a compromise, you yielded. What ten minutes drinking a hot beverage and dealing with some random Kise-fan to the possibility of following your crush.

“Fine.” You rushed the distance between you, despite knowing Kise would stop and wait.

Entering the warmth of the quiant cafe, you let your nozzle waft in all the scents. “Mhmm, this was a good idea, Kise.” He smiled and just ushered you to the line in response. “Well, now look who’s in a hurry.”

Had you been paying more attention, you might have seen the spiky black haired male that had just walked in behind you.

“Welcome. What can I get started for you today?” The cashier sent a practiced customer service smile your way. Having had friends in the industry you knew that forced expression anywhere.

You stuck a couple extra dollars into the tip jar as you placed your order. Two large hot chocolates. It was the least you could do for your friend after practically dragging him all over town, not that you’d let him out of holding up his offer to continue afterwards or anything silly like that.

The cashier sent you a grateful smile after handing you your change, a silent thanks for the tip.

You stepped off to the side to wait for your drinks, not noticing or caring that Kise wasn’t right next to you anymore.

“I have two large hot chocolates!” The person placing the styrofoam cups called.

You stepped up and grabbed the drinks, “Thank you.”

The worker nodded to you and called, “I have a caramel hot chocolate!”

Trying to quickly get out of the way, you forgot to pay attention to your surroundings. BUmping into someone and spilling one drink all over yourself.

The other had the fortunate pleasure of coating the poor individual you seemingly attacked.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention.” You reached for some napkins from behind you and started dabbing the male’s chest. Thankful that it had not been woman’s because you really did not want to get accused of groping in public. “Crap this isn’t coming out at all. I’m so sorry. Please, how can I-” You cut yourself off as your eyes traveled up the form. (e/c) orbs looking with steel blue. “-I-I repay you…”

Kasamatsu’s face was completely red. He had turned mute as soon as the accident occurred, unsure of how he should respond in this situation. Too scared to run away because it might cause you to think you did worse then what happened, but too afraid to say anything because ‘Crap it’s a girl!’

“You’re blocking the pick-up area. Go figure things out somewhere else.” Another customer said to your pair, side swiping around you to grab their own drink. Yelling back to the workers, “And, someone come clean this mess up. Why the hell I’m paying this much for this shit coffee and you can’t even keep your store clean, I’ll never know.”

Huffing out, you quickly made your resolve, “I’m sorry Kasamatsu-senpai.” You turned a scowl on the rude customer. “How dare you yell at these people as if they were your own personal slaves. This is the 21st freaking century you jerk. Obviously this spill just happened, otherwise you would not have felt the need to comment to us about it. Additionally, it was my fault so I will be cleaning it up. Unlike you, some of us actually have respect for ourselves and take responsibility for our actions. These friendly workers made your drink and I’m sure they didn’t mess it up, they do not choose what prices of items are, AND you freaking chose to come here. So get off whatever freaking high-horse you think you are on and apologize for your behavior!”

You were breathless by the time your rant finished. You had accidently drew the attention of many patrons within the small cafe, but many started applauding your outburst. The person you had scolded however just shook their head at you and smirked, “You have no idea who I am, princess. So why don’t you hold your tongue before you hurt yourself.”

It sounded like a threat, and while you weren’t one to back down from a challenge, someone else beat you to it.

“It’s not about who you think you are, it’s about being morally correct. She’s right, the workers did nothing to deserve you attitude or comments. You need to apologize to them before YOU get hurt.” Kasamatsu said evenly, his bushy eyebrows squishing in above his nose as his face expressed a near scowl.

The customer rolled their eyes, “Yea whatever. Sorry, I guess.” And promptly left the store.

By the time Kasamatsu realized he had said a full sentence in front of a member of the female population he had already returned to the blushing mess he was before.

“Geez, (F/N).” Kise called, wrapping his arm over his former captain’s shoulders. “I’m gone for like a minute–you make a mess and cause a scene. What am I going to do with you..?” You knew he was just trying to tease, but it was to early for that.

You knew you messed up. And looking up at the pair of boys from you position on the ground, having already crouched down to wipe up your mess, you told him so. “Not now, Kise. I feel bad enough.”

“Well then.” Kise smiled, “GUess I just gotta brighten your day, huh?”

Ignoring him, you went back to wiping the floor. Eager to get out of the embarrassing situation, get home, changed and out of you now soaked clothes.

“This is–” The blonde basketball player started.

Just to be interrupted by Kasamatsu simultaneously ducking from beneath his arm and realizing something new. “Wait, what? How do you know me?”

Kise was really surprised by his former captain’s ability to form a coherent sentence. Not only in front of you, a female, but also directed at you, a female.

You stayed silent, hoping it would save you.

Forgetting you had your nose-butting-into-everyone-else’s-business-friend with you. “Oh, (F/N) has been begging me to introduce you two for a while now.” You shot your head up and glared at the blonde. He pretended to duck behind his black haired companion. “There I kept my promise, now it’s up to you.” And he left.

Just like that. He left you.

Alone.

With your crush.

“I’m going to kill him.” You said staring at the door intently.

“That’s not legal.” Kasamatsu countered, “I’ll just make Hayakawa run him to the ground in their next practice.” The third-year’s blue eyes were trained hard on the same door you had previously been looking at.

Unfortunately for your sanity, you had turned your attention to your new found company.

Standing up from your position you made quick work of taking care of your trash. Reading yourself for a hasty exit after your sub-par performance of a first meeting.

“W-w-wait, sh-shoul-d-n’t you get a n-new drin-nk?” He stuttered out, face back to resembling a tomato.

You shook your head in the negative, “Nah, I spent my last bit of cash getting these for Kise and I because I owed him.”

The male in front of you just nodded his head. Internally accepting the fact that of course you were with Kise. ‘How could someone so willing to stand up for what’s right be with a silly boy like him?’ He wondered, before mentally slapping himself. He hardly knew your name, who did he think he was to get jealous over your relationship with his older teammate.

“He did hold up his end of the deal by introducing me to my crush, so I guess I could thank him formally for that later.” You mumbled to yourself.

Unfortunately for you, fortunately for everyone else in your life, Kasmatsu heard you.

And while he returned to a stuttering mess of a cherry faced boy, he grabbed onto your wrist, walked you back to the cashier, re-order you and his hot chocolates and paid for them both.

Kise looked through the window at his friend with a small smile playing on his lips, “You go Kasamatsu! Take good care of her for me.” And walked away to leave you to your make-shift date.

Oh this is so cute!!! Thank you so much for the lovely surprise! I’m glad to have influenced you to start writing about our lovely boys! Thanks for always being so supportive (including helping me with writing some prompts) and just generally being a sweet person! I think you did a great job writing my dear Kasamatsu!

Fluff!!!!!! Kasamatsu planning his proposal to his gf and his old team trying to help 😂

ourneverendingpossibilities:

“You should take her to dinner! Nothing says proposals better than food!”

“No way! Definitely do it outside! Make sure lots of people are around!”

“Kise… Moriyama….”

“What are you talking about Kise?! You just want to be there for when he does it! This is Kasamatsu we’re talking about!!!” 

A gasp.

“I’ve got the best idea ever! Kasamatsu… Let me propose to ____-chan! you’ll ruin it!”

A loud sigh echoed through the room as Kise and Moriyama continued to bicker back and forth. Hayakawa, unsure how to help, just stood there, watching the ordeal.

Leaving Kasamatsu and Kobori to shake their heads.

“Ignore them, Kasamatsu.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“What am I gonna do?.. I made sure to take tomorrow off and basically forced ____ to do the same..”

He felt the box in his pocket, palms sweaty just thinking about the several ways he could propose to you.. But just the idea alone… It made him almost faint. 

Until a hand clasped his shoulders.

“Listen to me, Kasamatsu.” Kobori starts, catching the ex-captain’s attention, “Whatever you do… ____-chan will like it… I’m confident she’ll say yes.. You just have to find the confidence to do it… Think of it in the same manner as leading us during a critical moment of a game.”

Kasamatsu raised an eyebrow, trying to understand the comparison.. To be confident enough to ask you to marry him…? He’s had plenty of experience leading his team to major tournaments..

But a lifetime commitment is MUCH different…

Still, he finds himself nodding, and heeding his friend’s advice.. After all, Kobori has never steered him wrong before…

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He really should’ve listened to Moriyama…

That idiot probably would’ve done better at setting the mood to pop the question.. Instead, Kasamatsu is now wracking his brain, trying hard not to vomit, because seriously, he’s that nervous.. and he showed up almost half an hour early, in fear he’d be late to the dinner…

“Yukio!!”

Shit.

He turns to you, giving what he thinks is a convincing smile, scratching his head in nervousness. Oh, his mouth dries up the moment he catches you in that sparkling blue dress, and just the idea of proposing slips out the window.. He finds himself staring for so long, he doesn’t notice how you shift slightly, as if uncomfortable..

“W..What? Does it not look good?!”

He blinks, finding himself coming back to his senses, and grabs your hand, rubbing the back of it carefully.

“N…No.. I.. I mean..” He sighs, giving a soft smile, “You’re so beautiful _____.. That dress really suits you…”

Your cheeks flares at his compliments, looking away before he could see the nervousness in your eyes.. And man.. He looks just as handsome in his dark blue suit.. You try to wrack your brain, wondering if today was an important date, but you come up empty.

“…Y..You look handsome yourself..” you muster, turning to him and smiling.

He can’t help himself.. he knows he should wait for the dinner at least, because he had the idea all planned out in his head.. but that moment, with you staring at him with that smile, and how your eyes twinkled with love… He finds the words leaving his lips without his consent

“Marry me.”

You pause, eyes widening at his words, unsure if you heard him right… W…What..?? H…He wants to… M…Marry you…??

He feels the stares from a few people, but tugs on your hand, pulling you to the corner of the restaurant, getting on his knee and popping open the box containing the ring.

“I.. I mean it ____.. I want you to marry me.. I want you to become Mrs. Kasamatsu.”

A hand covers your mouth, muffling the gasp as a few tears slip down your cheeks.. A…as if he’d propose in such a way… In front of people at a restaurant… 

You find yourself smiling brightly, tugging on his tux into a passionate but tender kiss. It lasted for a few seconds, before you pulled back, letting out a light laugh as you tried to make sense of everything. But you didn’t have to when your eyes opened. 

Just seeing his happiness was more than enough, and when you held out your hand, he got the message, slipping the gold band on your ring finger. 

“Y…Yes…!! I.. I’ll be your Mrs. Kasamatsu…”

A yelp left your lips when he picked you up by the waist, holding you in the air for a few moments, before capturing your mouth once more. Your hands immediately found his shoulders, holding on as you basked in your moment..

The moment in which Kasamatsu was officially your fiance . 

So cute!!!

ourneverendingpossibilities:

This is a little something I wrote for Jade, @vball-baes-bball-babes . Featuring our beloved Knee-sock senpai, Kasamatsu!! It’s pure fluff, and I kind of used a sentence starter because I’m lame haha. Anyway, I hope you like this Jade!! 

“I could sit here with you forever.”

It slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you could feel your hand shake nervously in his own sweaty palm.. 

Oh god.. What did you say?!

While you were having your mini panic attack, Kasamatsu wasn’t doing any better, finding his lungs tight. He never thought you’d say something like that on the third date, but here you are, surprising him by saying one of the most corny things he’s heard..

And Moriyama has said some rather.. Interesting things..

He doesn’t know why his chest is tight, constricted with several emotions, but he tries not to think about it. Rather, he focuses on your palm being as shaky and nervous as his own.. And it makes him wonder..

Were you nervous?

He licks his lips, trying to find the words to say, because you weren’t looking at him, and he felt so helpless in this situation.. He was never great with women, so the fact you went on three dates with him was surprising enough.. But instead, he finds himself yanking on your hand, pulling you into his lap as the two of you stared out into the sunset..

Don’t say anything corny.. Don’t say anything –

“I could sit here with you forever too…”

If you were blushing before, you were redder now, and you felt his face hide in the crook of your neck, his hot breath ghosting over your skin.. You swallow, and you find your hand linking with his, and pulling it to your chest, resting it over your heart..

Licking your lips, you sigh, feeling a gentle smile curl on the edge of your lips.

“I didn’t know you were able to say such a thing… Kasamatsu-kun..”

You muffled your mouth when he made a squawk of some sort, before resting your head against his shoulder, inhaling the fresh air. You turned your gaze to his, realizing he was staring at you with an unknown emotion in his eyes.. 

And suddenly, you were left breathless when his mouth covered yours. 

His hand moved to lightly cup your cheek, and made the kiss so tender, you thought you’d cry. This was definitely not the Kasamatsu you were used to seeing on the basketball courts.. Or seeing beat up Kise in the halls…

There was a gentle side to him, and you were fortunate enough to see it.

He pulled back, cheeks flared and eyes slightly dilated, before letting out a soft sigh. Although it was gentle, it wasn’t enough, and you found yourself tugging on his hair before latching onto his mouth once more, trying to push closer.

Well, although he was nervous for the first two dates, the third released a side of Kasamatsu you’ve never seen before, and you were counting your lucky stars to be able to witness it.

He’s a good kisser too.

So sweet! Thank you so much, I’m smiling from ear to ear!

Kasamatsu – Indulgence

This is titled as such because this is an indulgence of a
smooth AF Kasamatsu that is not only a little present for @ourneverendingpossibilities
to cheer her up but for my own thirst as well. 

Enjoy!

Kasamatsu walks in the door, his brief case dropping to the
ground with a thud as he sighs. Shoes kicked off, keys hung up he walks down
the hall absentmindedly loosening his tie before shrugging out of his suit
jacket.

It’s been a bitch of a day.

These kids just drive him nuts! Sympathy for his former high
school teachers floods his mind as he rounds the bed and flops backwards upon
it. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. It’s quiet and cool in the room,
darkness long since fallen. And it’s only now that he realizes…his wife didn’t
greet him.

Is he really so strung out in his own head that he completely
missed the fact she didn’t call out to him? That there were no sounds of dinner
being cooked from the kitchen? Groaning he sits up, irritated with himself at
taking her for granted. He moves back down the hall, calling out, “_______?
Babe? Are you here?”

“In here, Yukio.” Her reply is muffled making him frown deeper.
As he enters the living room the reason becomes clear. She tucked into a corner
of the couch, knees drawn up and arms around her shins with her face pressed
into a throw pillow.

And he thought he
had a bad day.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks moving quickly to her side,
flicking on the table lamp and drawing down the obstruction from her face. Her
eyes are red rimmed and puffy, clear evidence of crying, and her hair is tousled
as if she’s been running her hands through it over and over. “Shit, what
happened?” he asks again, arms wrapping around her shoulders.

“No…nothing really, just…I’m so stressed out! The schedule
got screwed up this afternoon so I had to work a double so I missed my shared
ride and had to take the bus which of
course I got on the wrong one so I was super late getting home. I put
dinner in but I had the oven at the wrong temperature so it burned to hell. It
smelled so bad I had to take the whole garbage out and practically do a
biohazard cleaning of the kitchen.”

He holds back a smirk as she takes a deep breath.

“Then I wanted to get your favorite from that take out place
but no, they had to have a catered
event tonight which meant they weren’t taking any other orders and by the time
that was over I couldn’t even breathe!” She’s crying again, tears pouring down
her cheeks. “And I’m a mess and I stink and all I wanted was to have something nice
waiting for you when you got home because I know those kids are driving you up
the wall and then you had practice to run and you’re under appreciated there
too and-“

Kasamatsu leans forward, lips covering hers to stem the
flow. She tenses, still not used to his more dominant nature from time to time,
before relaxing into his hold, allowing him to manipulate her lips with his
own. Pulling back, he looks in her eyes, “Babe, if anyone in this room is under
appreciated it’s you.” He covers her
protests with another kiss, murmuring against her mouth, “You’re the most
amazing wife in the world to put up with an ass like me and I’m sorry. I know I’ve
been distracted with all the shit going on at school. It doesn’t help with the
Winter Cup coming up and I know you’re just as supportive now as you were when
I was actually on the team.”

He cups her cheek, nuzzling her nose. “Sometimes I forget to
lift my head and really look at what I have in front of me.” She melts at his
words, smile teasing her lips. “That’s better,” he whispers, kissing her again.
God, it feels so long since he’s just kissed
her.

“Yukio, I’m a mess, let me at least wash my face,” she
complains though her tone is lighter now.

“Tell you what,” he murmurs against her throat, mouth barely
moving away to form words, “why don’t you take a shower and get comfortable
while I get us something to eat, hmm? And then later,” he trails his nose up
the side of her neck, nibbling her ear before whispering, “I’m gonna spend the
rest of the night showing you how
much I appreciate you.”

Dinner over, Kasamatsu lights candles about the bedroom,
soft music playing from their dock station. Turning around, his mouth goes dry
when she walks in the room, hair half dried and wavy, a simple cotton tank and
short pajama set he bought for her birthday on. Her face is devoid of makeup,
natural beauty shining.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asks quietly and she blushes.

“Since when did you turn into mister smooth?” she counters earning
a blush of her own.

He shrugs, handsome smile tilting his lips. “Guess you just
bring out the best in me.”

His answer, so sweet and honest, stops any teasing retort
she can come up with. He holds out his hand, gesturing her closer and drawing
her into his arms. Lips meet once more in a chaste kiss. He can tell she wants
more but he’s got his own agenda tonight. Pulling away, he guides her onto the
bed to her stomach.

The bed dips further as he kneels beside her, a light moan
escaping her lips as his strong hands begin manipulating the muscles of her
back and shoulders. “You’re so tense,” he chides and she nods against the
pillow.

“Take a deep breath,” he instructs pushing down as she
exhales earning three pops of her back.

“Oh god,” she groans and he can’t stop a chuckle.

“That should help,” he comments, sliding to her lower back.
After a few minutes of kneading, he pushes up the fabric to touch her skin. “I’ve
always loved how warm and soft your skin is,” he confesses, lips lightly
kissing up her spine. “No matter the season, you always feel like summer. Warm,
soft and smooth.”

She hums appreciation, voice lost to the sensation of his
touch but he wants her relaxed, wants her absorbing his words with no obligation
to reciprocate except in allowing him to do as he pleases.

A slightly husky moan cuts through the room when he squeezes
her ass. “God, this ass…just…mmmmmh you’re so sexy.” He trails further downward,
palms rubbing firmly over the backs of her strong thighs, an area of her body
he knows she worries. “Your legs are so damn gorgeous baby,” he asserts,
planting slow open mouth kisses down every inch. “I remember the first time I
saw you without tights on. Kise thought I’d had an aneurism there was so much
blood gushing out my nose.”

“Only you could say something that gross and make it sound
romantic,” she chides, squeaking when he tickles behind her knees. He chuckles,
returning to his enjoyment of her skin, kisses and love nips being given all
the way to the backs of her ankles.

He lifts one foot, rubbing and rotating to dispel its
tension before moving to the other. Done with her back side, he turns her over,
pushing firmly over the tops of her shins, massaging her knee caps before
grasping the meat of her thighs and squeezing. A whimper of protest sounds from
her mouth but his kisses turn it into a sigh.

“Stop fretting over your thick thighs, I fucking love them,”
he growls, hunger growing but he holds back. This is all about her tonight,
every bit of it and damn it if he isn’t going to continue that. His hands reach
her hips, kneading the flesh before rolling further up over the sensuous curve
of her waist. Lifting her shirt exposes her breasts and he takes in a deep
breath. Gently he lifts her, carding the shirt over her head to leave her top
bare before him.

Lightly he traces patterns over her chest drawing goosebumps
to the surface of her skin. Her eyes are half hooded, breathing deep and even
but her heart is racing. He can see the want, the need in her gaze.

It’s like a siren call.

Kasamatsu leans down, breath ghosting over her skin until
she’s keening, “Please Yukio, stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you babe,” he assures, mouth barely
touching her nipple. “I’m worshiping you.”

“Then do it with a little more oomph!”

He laughs, shooting up to capture her mouth in a deep, long,
tongue filled kiss. He palms her breast, his touch making her arch and squirm. “Damn
it you’re gonna make me lose focus,” he grunts.

“I’d say you’re plenty focused,” she retorts, lifting her
knee to graze her thigh against his growing erection.

“Just,” he pulls back, eyes serious when he looks down at
her. “Do you understand? Do you really understand how much I love you? How much
I want and appreciate everything
about you?”

Her hands cup his face, drawing him closer to her own as she
nods. “I do, I understand Yukio. But if you don’t fuck me right now-“

Whatever she was going to threaten him with gets swallowed
by another fiery kiss, her shorts ripped from her body. In little time, he’s as
naked as she, hot skin pressed to hot skin.

“Tell me,” he moans in her ear, “tell me what you want.
Anything and everything is yours.”

Her lips capture his once more, hands carding through his
hair. “Just love me, Yukio, just love me.”

And he does.

All night long.

Hi~ I was wondering if I could send in an Ask for Bokuto, Azumane, Kageyama, (from Haikyuu) Okamura, Hayakawa, and Kasamatsu (KnB)… the scenario being their reactions to having their crush sit on their lap for a long car ride due to lack of seating… (not necessarily nsfw reactions, I imagine their reactions would be pretty amusing though XD) Please and thank you. :3

Hello there! Thank you
so much for adhering to my request
for a different genre of ask. It’s only the second one I’ve received so I appreciate it. This made me grin and I really hope I hit their
personalities well in this. 

“Hey,
______-chan, sorry for the lack of space, we miscounted the seats. But I’m sure
_______ won’t mind you sitting in his lap!”

Bokuto: Tenses up his
ridiculously firm thighs as you sit down; how could Akaashi do this to him?!
His eyes are wide, nerves very apparent on his face since this precious owl
doesn’t hide his emotions at all.
He can only be thankful that you’re facing away from him.

Azumane: If he hasn’t
passed out after initial contact of your cute (he’s noticed, so sue him) butt
to his legs, having to wrap his arms around you as the car goes over a large
bump to keep you from sliding to the floor almost does him in. He quickly
releases, flustered and apologizing for touching you while you try to calm him
down; he was just being protective after all.

Kageyama: “Here, you can
just have my seat, I’ll take the floor,” he says more firmly than he meant to, still irritated by Hinata’s completely inappropriate
suggestion. As he crouches next to the sliding door of the van, the miniature
middle blocker whispers, “That was your big chance,

Bakageyama!”  He glares at him. “Shut up dumb ass!”

Okamura: Torn between
elation and embarrassment, Okamura awkwardly pats his lap in invitation to
Tatsuya’s suggestion. As you take a seat, he makes sure to keep his hands
firmly gripping the seat lest he accidentally touch you inappropriately given the
size of his hands.

Hayakawa: He’s talking
so fast and mixing up his words so you can’t understand him. Does he want you to sit on his lap or not?
Finally, a whack to the back of his head from his captain gets him to shut up
after which he tugs you onto his lap. Well, apparently he’s fine with it.  

Kasamatsu: Turns three
shades of red, almost fainting when you reply, “Oh good, thanks Kasamatsu-san!”
Once your comfortably in his lap, he has to remind himself to breathe. Can this
van not go any faster?!

Hello! I really like your writing, your scenarios are so good! Mind if I submit an ask? Something for Kasamatsu where he finds his s/o feeling so down and out of sorts lately because she’s got so much to do and all the responsibilities are killing her, but Kasa, being the dedicated & responsible person he is, eases off her anxieties and helps her to stay focused and motivated to get her through her obligations smoothly. Thank you so much :)

Thank you so much! I’m thrilled that someone I follow not only
followed back but put in a request, that’s high praise indeed. Thank you so
much for requesting this grumpy sweetheart. He’s such an amazing character and
I wish he got more love!

Yukio Kasamatsu – “Captain’s Care”

“How am I going to get this all done?!” you say, voice high
pitched and slightly whiny but Kasamatsu doesn’t mind; he’s used to being
around Kise all the time after all. Though with you, his solution to whining
isn’t a swift kick to the head.

Leaning against the door way of your kitchen, he looks at you
with concerned eyes as you hold your head in your hands, trying not to cry. He
knows how strong and dependable you try to be for everyone (most often
succeeding which is why people continually come to you for help) and it pains
him to see you so stressed out.

Kasamatsu is exceptionally thankful for you. Being the only girl
he’s ever been able to actually talk to you’d formed a friendship rather
quickly. It hadn’t taken long from that point for him to fall for you
completely. To his immense joy and relief, he found out you felt the same way
and the two of you have been dating officially ever since.

As captain, his attention has been focused heavily on the team,
but you’ve been an amazing pillar of strength and support. It helps that you’re
so active in school activities as well but he can see that the combination of
being on the yearbook committee and third year banquet planning team while
preparing for college entrance exams is too much. To top it all off, you insist
on going to every single one of his games, cheering until you can’t talk the
next day.

Yep, he really hit the girlfriend jackpot with you.

Which is why he’s determined to do what he can to help you now.
Striding forward, he pulls you away from the yearbook drafts to the living
room. Sitting down on the couch, he pulls you into his arms. A year ago, he’d
never believe himself to be this openly affectionate with anyone but with you
it’s easy; everything is so easy in fact he wonders if this is a dream. Aren’t
couples supposed to fight more?

Pushing away this tangent of thought, he grasps your head in his
hands, forehead pressed against yours.

“Y/N, take a deep breath,” he says, taking one himself that you
mimic. “Good, now tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Oh Yukio, I just…I want everything to be perfect! This is our last year and it’s hard editing down people’s
page submittals because I want to be able to give them everything they want!”
You sniff, head dropping down slightly. “And the catering company for the
banquet isn’t sure now if they’ll have enough tables and chairs! What am I
going to do? Have people sit on the gym floor in their nice clothes?”

“Ok, ok, take another deep breath,” he says, rubbing your back.
You do as he says, closing your eyes and leaning more heavily into his embrace;
he’s always so warm.

Leaning back, he tucks your head under his chin, hand trailing
through your hair. Letting out a deep breath he says, “I know you want to give
everything to everyone but it’s just not possible.” When you nod he goes on, “So
if you’re struggling with the editing, why not have someone else from the team
do it? They can edit and give them to you for the final sign off. That way
you only see the finished product and don’t have to think about everything you
had to discard.”

You consider his words for a moment; he has a point. You’re the chief
editor but you have other people on your team you could delegate the actual
crimping to.

“As for the catering company, instead of having the meal in the
gym why not have it in the cafeteria? I don’t know, as a kind of, farewell to
the most social room of the school but with food that’s actually good?”

Your giggle makes his usually serious face split into a grin.
Pulling back up, you kiss his lips gently, hand holding his face.

“Thanks Yukio, you’re the best,” you say.

“No, you’re the best,
I’m just meaner than you,” he replies and you smile.

“I love you,” you whisper before kissing him again.

Turning you over, he covers your body with his. “What do ya say,
you take a break?” Leaning down, his lips caressing your neck bringing a
breathy sigh from your lips he adds, “I have other ways of helping you de-stress,
you know.”