BLIND DATE PLEASE

Gathering a deep breath, you look at the directions one more time. Left at the fork in the road, head down the path and wait at the gate. Ok, you can do that. Hurrying along, early in your excitement to meet your blind date, you make it there before him.

“So, you managed to find it after all.”

Smirking, you turn, looking up and up and up into the gleaming gold eyes of none other than Tsukishima Kei.

“You know,” you say stepping a bit closer, “insulting your date within the first thirty seconds is typically frowned upon. But then again, what else would one expect from a salt shaker?”

Tsukishima frowns. “Isn’t that a bit of the pot calling the kettle black?”

You shrug. “Just confirming I can keep up with you so don’t waste time thinking this is…well…a waste of time.”

He huffs. “Yeah, ok, whatever. Come on, the concert’s gonna start soon.” He brushes past you but grabs your hand to tug you along. You don’t mind that he doesn’t let it go the rest of the night.

“Moriyama-kun! Lets watch the fireworks together!” I gently take his hand and lead him to a slightly secluded but perfect spot for fireworks viewing. As the clock ticks closer to midnight I smile up him, “it’s almost midnight~ let’s count down.” I lean in closer as we count down to the new year.

Moriyama feels his heart beating faster the closer and closer you get to him. Unable to recall how to count backwards thanks to his brain short circuiting. Sure, he always talks about being with a cute girl, but here he is…with a cute girl…on New Year’s Eve. He swallows his nerves and leans forward himself, closing the distance of your lips.

Now his heart is stopping, overcome with the thrill of kissing you.

As the new year breaks, he pulls back, gasping out, “Be my girlfriend?”

Hiii :D may I request Aone and U please?

Understand (some misconception that they want others to understand about them)

Oh our dear silent, sweet giant! He wishes people understood how gentle he can be. Sure, he’s part of Date Tech’s Iron Wall and sure, he targets aces on other teams. But what people don’t seem to realize is, if he saw those same aces on the street injured or in trouble in someway he would be the first to stop and help them.

One time he came across Asahi limping back from a run (he’d slipped on a mud patch), pain etched on his face. Without a word, Aone jogged to him, put Asahi’s arm around his neck and helped him home.

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

# 15 with Aone :3

Aone – #15 Warming each other up

The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.

It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.

He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.

“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”

He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.

A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.

As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.

He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.

“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”

Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.

Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.

Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.

Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.

“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”

He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.

Okay, okay lemme see here…. for a Bad Boy AU…. using Furihata, Yamaguchi, Okamura, Sakurai, and Yaku. Basically, the guys secretly being gang leaders, like, they hide it from their teammates, schoolmates, girlfriend… their everyday personalities are actually mild facades they use so no one would guess what they do after school lets out. One day, GF finds out because she is almost assaulted by a rival gang and the guys come to her rescue. Mild comical fluff? (if that is even possible) XD

I tried writing this in a style I’ve seen @sfw-haikyuu-nsfw
employ where there is a flowing narrative that incorporates all the characters
in “one” scene. I’m actually pretty pleased with how this turned out except that I completely forgot your request for “mild comical fluff” because I had a brief summary of the ask…whoops! Thanks for being ok with it changing, I hope you like it!

The shock of having her
feet knocked from under her and being pinned to the cold concrete stole her
voice momentarily. But then she’s screaming bloody murder. Clawing and biting
at her attacker she tries to get away but he’s too strong. Just when she feels
the tear of her shirt, her assailant is yanked off of her. Her eyes widen when
she sees who her rescuer is.

“You piece of shit, I thought I told you to stay out of my
turf!” Her eyes widen; she’s never
heard Yamaguchi use such language
ever. And his gaze is so hard and fierce she begins to wonder if he has a dual
personality. He stands rigid in a stare down with her attacker. “You best get
out of here if you know what’s good for you,” Yamaguchi almost growls and she
shivers. As he turns to look at her, he sees her flinch, the motion bringing
dullness to the fire burning in his eyes.

“_______,” Yaku
begins, reaching out hand, “Please I can explain-“

“Morisuke look out!” she shouts and he turns just in time to
dodge the sucker punch aimed at his head.

“You bastard!” he yells, moving swiftly to throw a punch of
his own.

She remains frozen, eyes wide as Yaku bobs and weaves, throwing
punches and kicks while obsorbing the same. She knew he had a temper from time
to time but this…this is something completely different.

And he knows what he’s doing. She gasps as more gang members
enter the darkening alleyway, faces full of ill intent.

Furihata knows he
has to get the upper hand and fast. He’s proven good at watching other’s
backs, but fighting on his own has always been more difficult. However, with
________ here, he knows he has no choice but to win. She’s depending on him
to protect her, even if she does currently appear to be just as afraid of him as
the asshole who attacked her.

Maybe more because suddenly he’s like a stranger to her. His
distraction leaves him open, the result being a swift kick to the gut which
takes him to the ground. In no time, he’s surrounded, his girlfriend screaming
in the background as he takes blow after blow.

Okamura covers his
head, irritated that he let his guard down so much that these ass wipes were
able to take advantage of it and bring him down. Blood is obscuring his vision
and it’s getting more difficult to breathe, no doubt thanks to the steel toed kicks to the
ribs he’s taken.

He’s finally able to reach the gun hidden in his waist band,
one shot then another echoing against the brick of the buildings. The deafening
explosions startle more than maim his attackers, his shots wild due to an
inability to see and a desire to make sure he’s not firing anywhere near where
________ is standing.

For the first time ever, he’s thankful to hear her screams.
It means she’s alive.

As the last of the punk asses who dared to mess with him and
his own flee the scene, Sakurai lays
still on the ground, too exhausted to move, his injuries making themselves
known with a vengeance as his adrenaline wears off. With tremendous effort, he
lifts his head, able to see _______ still standing frozen near the dead end.

His call of her name is weak but it seems to rouse her from
her stupor, her body flying forward to his position on the ground.

As she kneels next to him, he reaches up a bloodied hand to
her face, touching her gently. “I’m sorry,” he whispers before fainting.

Unsure what to do, she calls Aomine. Though she’s practically in
hysterics he manages to calm her down enough to get the information he
needs to come get them. On the way to their private hospital, she tries to pump him
for information but Aomine insists she wait to talk to Sakurai.

After all, it’s
his story to tell.

(separate responses plz) tackle hugs Okamura/Aone around the waist “Okamuraaa~!/Aoneeee~!” smiles up at him “I love yoouuu, darlin’~ Come on, let’s bake cupcakes together then watch movies!” attempts to drag Okamura/Aone away (if this is completely wrong, I am so sorry plz forgive me ><;)

You did it right, no worries!

*Okamura is so happy to have a girl like you he has tears of joy in his
eyes* “Kurumu-chan, I love you too! Yeah, let’s get baking!” *The two of you bake chocolate cupcakes,
adding extra frosting just because. When you take a bite and have some frosting
left on your lip, Okamura can’t help leaning down to kiss it off* “The cupcakes
are sweet, Kurumu-chan,” he says lowly, drawing you close again, “But you’re
sweeter.” You forget about the movie when he kisses you again.

*Aone blushes at your enthusiastic affection but loves it nonetheless.
It isn’t everyday a lovely girl is willing to stand next to him let alone hug him. He nods at your suggestion,
walking with you to your house* “Do you want to do the frosting, Aone-kun?”
you ask and he nods once. He’s surprisingly good at making perfect swirls, the
strawberry frosting sitting prettily atop lemon cupcakes.

*Looks at the leftover frosting, then to your face. Takes a dollop and
bops it on your nose making you squeal. He smiles at your pout, holding up the
bowl so you can’t retaliate*. “No fair, Aone-kun,” you whine so he relents,
letting you take your own dab and putting it on his lips. He blushes furiously
when you lean up and kiss it off him. “Now, let’s go snuggle and watch that
movie,” you whisper. He can only nod and follow, cupcake long forgotten.

Hello my dear~ may I ask for letters; H, Q, C, X and Y for: (HQ) Aone, Bokuto, and Kyotani and (KnB) for Okamura, Seto, and Moriyama. (I hope this isn’t too much >.<)

H = Hair (How well
groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Aone: This sweetie pie is very self-conscious so he does his best
to make sure he’s appealing physically to you. He keeps himself well-groomed
and smelling nice (especially after games/practice, he’ll do a thorough scrub
down before coming to see you).

Bokuto: Already answered:

Owl boy doesn’t have time to worry about
trimming but thankfully the only place on his body where hair seems to grow in
spades is his head. He has a light dusting of light, almost baby hair on his
arms, stomach and legs.

Kyotani: Doesn’t really think about it to be
honest. He is how he is, hair and all, so if you like him you’ll just have to
like all of him.

Okamura: Another self-conscious giant teddy bear,
Okamura tries hard to make himself physically attractive to you. He even asks
Himuro for advice on products and stuff.

Seto: Given his lazy tendencies, this guy is lucky his body
cooperates in that it’s fairly low maintenance regarding hair growth and
texture. He’s actually pretty smooth all over, with a light dusting of dark
hair on his stomach but his chest is almost bare of hair.

Moriyama: Takes good care of himself, using
products that compliment his hair type and always makes sure to smell good.

Q = Quickie (Their
opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Aone: Aone worries about hurting you enough as is it so he
wouldn’t be able to enjoy full intercourse. Likely would be into a swift
blowjob or throwing you over his shoulders and pressing you against the wall
though.

Bokuto: This boy was made for the quickie! I
mean, those arms, those thighs! He is
the master of quick prep and insert, his favorite way of having a quickie being
taking you up against the wall. He’ll take them as many times as you’re willing
to give.

Kyotani: Impulsive is this guy’s middle name
really, so it’s not too far in the stretch of imagination to believe he would
love quickies. He’s a rebel, too, so having one in high risks locations really
gets his motor running.

Okamura: Definitely into the idea but also way too concerned with hurting you because
of his size. It takes a good while to get you properly prepared to take all he
has to offer. Will usually appease you by using his fingers because they have
less girth.

Seto: Seto doesn’t really do anything quick to be honest, but he
has been known to drag you into the locker room showers after a rough match to
have a rough, quick one on one with you from time to time.

Moriyama: Definitely enjoys them a lot. He wants a
girl who wants him bad and knowing you just can’t wait to have him? HUGE turn
on!

V = Volume (How
loud they are, what sounds they make)

Aone: Quiet grunts and low moans rumble out of that beefy chest.
Sweet, simple words of adoration will pass his lips into your ears when he’s
really into the acton.

Bokuto: Bokuto is an exuberant lover. He
definitely makes noise and isn’t ashamed of it. He love what you’re doing and
he wants you to know it (he doesn’t mind if the neighbors know it too).

Kyotani: Growling and groans peppered with hissed
cursing is his way. He isn’t trying to be quiet, he just isn’t loud.

Okamura: He tries to be quiet because he doesn’t
want to embarrass himself but you just make him feel so good that he can’t help louder moans from escaping every now and
then.

Seto: Not loud at all, mostly heavy breathing and salacious dirty
talk meant only for your ears.

Moriyama: Overall fairly quiet except that he
gives praises when you do something he really likes. Every now and again, if
your game is good, you can get a startled yelp or loud moan out of him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s
see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Aone: Long, large, thick, HUGE. Aone is packing one fierce piece
of equipment and is very aware of it. He’s also super sensitive.

Bokuto: Thick, like his thighs and medium
length. His balls are uber sensitive, so give them some extra attention every
now and again.

Kyotani: Good length and narrow, a little veined
but nothing too overt.

Okamura: Large circumference and super long. Also
very sensitive.

Seto: Long and smooth, with barely any hair.

Moriyama: Well-groomed and medium length and
girth.

Y = Yearning (How
high is their sex drive?)

Aone: Because it’s taken him such a long time to find someone to
be with, Aone has kept a tight rein on his sex drive. Give him some time to
adjust to the idea of you really wanting him and the yearning will definitely
go up.

Bokuto: High sex drive, like intensely high.
Bokuto loves sex not just because it feels good, but because he’s a soft
hearted sweetie who relishes in the depth of connection mentally and
emotionally having sex with you offers.

Kyotani: High, he likes to dominate and putting you
where he wants to do what he wants really gets him going. It’s kind of
addicting to him and he’ll take as much as you’re willing to give.

Okamura: Pretty up there since he’s longed for a
connection in every sense of the word with a girl for a long, long time.

Seto: Middle of the road. Sex can be tiring so if Seto is feeling
particularly lazy, he’ll forgo a session here or there simply because he doesn’t
have the energy for it. But when he’s boosted his stamina, he’ll high key want
you all to himself for a whole day and night.

Moriyama: High drive, this boy loves you so much
and constantly wants to be with you (or in you).

Hello dear~ Aone is a minor character right?? May I request a scenario where he tries to comfort his gf who is agitated/upset that people keep telling her to smile and to not look so cranky, when in fact she basically just has resting bitch face? (She actually hates when people tell her to smile) also this is totally not based on real life events, nope nope~ please make extra fluffy :)

Oh my dear, I love this gentle
souled giant SO MUCH! Thank you for requesting and I hope this makes you smile!

“_____-chan, why don’t you smile more? You know you’d look so much
prettier if you do.” You knew your best friend was just trying to help, but how
could that not be taken as a backhanded compliment?

“Really, ______, you have so much to be happy about, why do you always
look so glum?” If your mother was trying to encourage you, she failed miserably
only adding to your feelings of frustration.

“Geez, bad day?” a random classmate asks as you take your seat.

That was it. “No! It’s not a bad day, or a bad life, or a bad
anything!” you shout before you can think better of it. “Maybe I just have a
bad face!” There’s stunned silence around you but before anyone can say anything
else you run out of the room, Aone looking after you with a concerned frown. He
gets up, trailing behind you quickly and easily covering the distance thanks to
his long limbs.

He takes your hand, tugging you down a flight of stairs and under
it. You’re trying not to cry but failing miserably and he knows you’re embarrassed
so he sits on the ground and tugs you into his lap, allowing your arms to wrap
around him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Why can’t people just leave me alone?” you mumble. “It’s
not like I’m doing it on purpose! This is just…my face!”
As you cry harder, his
embrace tightens, a deep rumble of disapproval at your predicament emanating
from his chest. Aone has never been one to speak a lot of words and can only
hope you understand how he feels through his actions.

After a few minutes, you quiet down with the only evidence of your emotional outburst being tear streaks on
your cheeks and the damp spots on his shirt.

“Why are people so judgmental?” you mutter.

Aone shrugs. He’s no stranger to people’s misplaced perceptions.
Truthfully, he’d been a little intimated by you himself when you first met but
he’d quickly learned how kind and compassionate a person you are, especially
when you were willing to sit next to him when no one else word. Over time, you’d
coaxed him out of his shell, never pushing him but rather waiting for him to open
up on his own. It’s one of the many things he loves and admires about you.

You inhale a deep breath, finally looking up at him, lips curling
into a soft smile at the look of concern on his face. “Sorry,” you whisper, “I
guess I’m just being a big baby.”

“Don’t apologize for how you feel,” he replies, large hand cupping
your cheek. “Just remember that you’re beautiful in every way, no matter what
anyone else says.”

You always bottle up Aone’s words like gifted treasure and these
sparkle like so many diamonds and rubies. A wider smile erupts on your face and
you lean up, kissing him gently. Locking lips with you never fails to bring a
blush to Aone’s cheeks but he bears the weight of possible embarrassment for
the privilege of your intimacy.

“I love you,” you say softly and he offers a small smile of his
own before he’s the one kissing a blush onto your cheeks.

For Wild Card Wednesday, may I request nsfw scenarios with Ennoshita, Kenma and Hanamaki? The scenario being their gf is also a manager of their respective team and while they are at a training camp, gf and him sneak off to do it in a closet or maybe the empty showers? lame request is lame

It’s not lame dear! Thank you for participating and sending
me characters I’ve never really written for. I think I’ve had one head canon
for Kenma. I had a fun time writing these and hope you enjoy!

Kenma

“What’s in it for me?” Kuroo’s eyebrow cocks up, a smug smirk on his face.

“I’ll get you a date with Yachi-san,” you offer.

“Pfft, I can get my own dates, thank you very
much,” he complains.

“Sure, if she’d stand still long enough for you to ask
and even then, I’m not sure it would work without a little input from me.”

By the dusting of pink on his cheeks and slight irritation
in his eyes you know you’ve got him.

“Fine, but he’s going to kill both of us you
know,” he concedes.

“You let me worry about that.”

Kuroo puts his plan into action the next day, stealing away
Kenma’s shower basket in the morning and hiding it well enough that by the time
the annoyed setter finds it that evening he’s the very last to use the showers.

Grumbling to himself about revenge against the scheming
captain, he starts to wash, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath to try to
calm down from the day.

As you step into the locker room your heart drums with
nervous excitement. The steam rolls around you like a blanket, erupting sweat
on your brow and warming your body though you don’t need the external assistance
to feel a burning heat. The smell of clean springs wafts through the room mixed
with a scent that can only be described as distinctly male creating a rather
heady concoction that adds to the thrum in your pulse.

The latching of the lock catches Kenma’s attention, his soft
voice echoing off the tiles as he calls out, “Who’s there?”

When you come around the corner, Kenma inhales sharply, his
hands flying to cover himself.

You click your tongue, shaking your head as you admonish, “Still
so shy, Kenma-kun.” Stalking forward, you slowly undo the tie at your
waist. The falling terry cloth reveals blemish free skin to his vision and you
don’t miss the momentary flash of heat in his eyes.

“________-chan, what are you doing?” His tone
tries for annoyance but your ears are tuned to his nuances; he’s interested
despite his play for indifference to your state of undress.

“You’re too smart to play dumb, Kenma-kun,” you hiss as the hot water kisses your skin. Slick flesh meets slick
flesh when you seal a half-hearted protest from his mouth with your own. You
kiss him gingerly, fingers carding through wet hair and he moans low in the
back of his throat. Kenma’s hands instinctively reach for you, grasping your
hips firmly, thumbs trailing back and forth with nervous energy.

He pulls away to gather a shaky breath, meeting your eyes
with his own half hooded.

“I should have known something was up. Kuroo helped you,
didn’t he?”

“Mmhmmmm,” you purr, finger tracing a line down
the center of his chest. You follow its trajectory, knees landing on the tile
below. “Don’t be too angry with him,” you sigh, lips teasing against
his firming length, “I played dirty.”

“Yachi-san?” he pants as you take him in.

Your hum of confirmation vibrates up his flesh shooting
tendrils of pleasure from the base of his spine upwards pulling goosebumps to
the surface of his heated skin. His hand settles in your hair, breath and heart
rate increasing as he groans, “You’re impossible.”

You smile around him, releasing just enough to assert,
“But you love me anyway.”

His pulling you back into position confirms your conviction
and you return focus on the task of getting him off before the coaches get
suspicious.

Ennoshita

“Chikara-kun,” you moan, hands clenching his jersey tight enough
that your knuckles almost turn white, “we can’t do this here!” Your words end
on a hiss as his teeth scrape against your collar bone, hands pressing you
firmly to the wall of the abandoned classroom he pulled you into. Seems he
found the dingy, dark place while touring the grounds at night with the other
second years, something about setting up a ghost prank for the first years but
your surprisingly devious boyfriend had much more salacious intentions in mind.

“Shhhh, don’t make so much noise, _____-chan, you don’t want
anyone to find us, do you?” he whispers, breath tickling the fine hairs of your
ear making you shiver. His lips cover yours in a passionate kiss, his hold
tightening to an almost bruising degree. A whimper crawls up your throat,
finger nails scraping against the vinyl number on his back.

“Is this anyway for a future captain to be behaving? What
kind of example are you setting?” you scold once your kiss abused lips are
released in favor of gaining more oxygen. You wish your tone held more
authority but it’s a rather difficult ask when his hands are trailing up the
inside of your shirt. Wrapping a strong hand around one breast he squeezes
earning a shuddering groan.

“If I told you the number of times I caught Daichi knuckle
deep in Michimiya-san it would make your head spin, so to answer your question,”
he pinches a nipple through the tautness of your bra making you arch further
into his touch, “I’d say I’m just following in his footsteps.”

You choke on your breath, head hitting the wall with a thud.
With your eyes closed you can’t see the smirk on Chikara’s face but you can
definitely feel it. His mouth latches back onto your pulse point as he trails
his hand back down over your stomach, fingers toying with the edges of your
waistband. His teasing is getting to be unbearable and you wish he’d either stop
now or just get on with it.

“Is that so?” he asks and you realize you must have voiced
your complaint aloud. “Well then,” he goes on, hand breaking the threshold of
your pants, “if you’re going to be so accommodating, who am I to turn down an
invitation like that?”

He pushes past the hem of your panties, fingers grazing the
top of your sex before rubbing softly against where you need him most but the
friction is too light, not enough to really give you what you need. You keen
and moan, head thrashing back and forth. Before long you’re begging, pleading
with him to finish what he started.

A low heated chuckle, laced with lustful intent hits your
ears. “You’re so pretty when you beg,” he admires, finally sinking two digits
into the sweltering heat between your thighs.

You sigh his name, hitching your leg over his hip to grant
him further access to your inner most being.

“I hope you weren’t hungry,” he warns, “because we’re going
to be missing dinner it seems.” As he drops to his knees, dragging your bottoms
with him, he shoots you a ravenous look. “Although I plan to get my fill of
dessert.”

Hanamaki

Giggling wildly under your breath, you pull tightly on
Hanamaki’s hand leading the tall male around the corner of the building where
your team is housed for your training camp. His face is inscrutable but
curiosity has begun to shine as you quickly make your way under the cover of
darkness towards where the buses are parked. Shooting a look over your
shoulder, you wink at him as you draw up a key. Without a word, you unlock one
of the doors, tugging him inside before gingerly shutting it so as not to draw attention.

“______-chan, what are you up to?” the wing spiker asks,
smile tugging at his lips.

You send him a coy look, pushing against his chest until he
plops down on one of the bench seats. He’s barely settled before you’re straddling
his thighs and sitting upon his lap.

“I’m giving you a reward,” you admit, “you did so well
today.” Your lips touch his cheek lightly in quick pecks until you reach his
ear where you whisper, “Do you know how hot and bothered I get watching you
play?”

Hanamaki can’t stop the groan he releases, grasping your ass
firmly. You love the feel of his large, strong hands on you anywhere and
everywhere but he seems to have a thing for your butt and so you make sure to
put yourself in positions where he can access it easily; pleasure for him means
pleasure for you.

“I love watching you spike the ball,” you confess, tongue
trailing the edge of his ear. You feel him shudder as you grind down on him,
his member already firm just from the tone of your voice.

“You look so sexy, covered in sweat, smelling like musk, it’s
like a drug.” Your voice is raspy, filled with longing.

Hanamaki can’t take it anymore, pressing you down roughly as he pushes up, his firmness making you gasp as pleasure shoots through you like
a lightning bolt. His lips latch onto your neck, fierce and powerful, hands
reaching under your shirt. In a few motions, he’s released your breasts,
pushing up the material of your bra as he palms the weighted flesh. Fingers tweek
your nipples making you keen and arch your back, head tossed allowing your hair
to flow freely behind you.

You work your hips in circles, increasing the speed to
create more friction. You’d intended to take your time, really tease him up but
Hanamaki has a way of making you lose your focus. He tugs you forward, lips
crashing to yours in a kiss that threatens to drown you. His tongue is hot and
wicked, dominating yours easily making you whimper and sigh.

He rips away from you, a guttural moan erupting from his
chest as he reaches his climax and you feel his length twitching against your
still clothed sex. Without warning, he thrusts his hand into your panties,
curling a finger up and into your body.

“Taka-kun!” you shout, voice bouncing off the roof of the
bus. His thumb finds your pleasure, circling over and over making your body
heat up rapidly.

His ministrations do their work, catapulting you into and
through a mind shattering orgasm that leaves your thighs wet and shaking. When
you’ve calmed down a bit, he pulls his hand away, cleaning the evidence of your
arousal from his hand with a dexterous tongue.

“That’s it,” he mumbles around his slick digits, “I’m
definitely making sure we win our next game. Even if I have to do it all by
myself.”