Kuroko – Regardless of what he wears, he inevitably becomes “the invisible man” thanks to his low presence so he is ok with wearing whatever compliments you and will let you decide. You want to go as werewolves? He’ll put on the mask. You want to be Thing 1 and Thing 2? He’s down to wear a comfy onesie.
Kagami – Just like everything else, this boy is hella competitive and wants to win the costume contest so he will go all out on whatever costume he and you decide to do. I can see him playing to the strength of his height, going as a Titan with you as a member of the military, or he’s Frankenstein and you’re either the professor or bride, depending on your preference.
Midorima– It takes some convincing (and whining from Takao) to get him to agree to dress up. Once he does, he insists on simplicity and something that goes with his lucky item so don’t be surprised if he’s pulling out a doctor/patient cop-out (though he does look unfairly good in scrubs or his white coat). You might be able to convince him to do Phantom of the Opera/Christine since he owns a tux and would only need to get the mask.
Kise – He is ALL about Halloween and will take full advantage of his makeup team to turn you and him into the most authentic looking zombies on the block. He usually has to be all about beauty and poise so being able to cut loose and be gross, covered in fake blood, brains, torn clothes, the works is a dream for him. Just let him do all the planning and sit back to watch the magic happen. Is it cheating? Kagami certainly thinks so but it doesn’t stop Kise from enjoying the day to the fullest. He may even drag you to a zombie event to show off further.
Aomine – Lazy bones here will take even more convincing to dress up. Sure, he wants you to wear something but every suggestion begins with “naughty”. If you’re shy or apprehensive about showing a lot of skin in public but still want to get him to agree to go to a party, suggest superheroes. Skin tight will definitely get his attention. Going as agents of Shield or maybe a Rogue/Gambit pairing will most likely draw him, despite his complaints.
Akashi – Here’s another one who will use his money and the ability to hire people to its full advantage. Full Dia De Los Muertos with costumes that just may be authentic (you wouldn’t put it past him) and makeup artists to paint on the most perfect skull faces for you both. You’ll arrive to whatever party in a fancy hearse.
Murasakibara – Let’s be real, the only reason he’s agreeing to dress up at all is you told him he’d get more candy (bring your own bag just in case). That being said, as long as you don’t make him do any work on planning or making the costume and it’s nothing too complicated or uncomfortable to wear (ie, not a lot of makeup that could get in the way of his candy consumption) he’ll go along with it. Stick him and yourself in black onesies (assuming you can find one that fits him) with bones on it to go as skeletons and call it a night. He’ll wear the mask for the contest but then will be on the couch or in a corner munching his candy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you have a wonderful day and enjoy this little gift!
“Did you enjoy your birthday, ____-chan?” Kuroko asks, carding his fingers through your hair where your head lies in his lap.
You let out a long contented sigh, opening your eyes to look up at his sweet face, melting at the tenderness found in cool blue eyes. “It was wonderful, Tetsu, I loved having everyone over, especially after not seeing them for so long.”
He hums agreement, still petting your hair and you sigh, closing your eyes again, enjoying his touch. A comfortable silence ensues for a few moments but is broken when Kuroko says, “______-chan, there’s one thing I didn’t get to give you yet for your birthday.”
You crack open one eyelid, cocking up your brow. “Oh? And what’s that?”
“An orgasm.”
Heat floods your face at his unexpected answer, both your eyes flying open and your mouth gaping. Kuroko isn’t usually so… forthcoming when it comes to sex. Maybe it’s because it’s your birthday.
“Would that be… ok?” he asks, an undertone of hesitation, undoubtedly due to your stunned silence.
“Of course!” you exclaim, sitting up so fast your head spins, but that doesn’t matter because your wonderful, sweet and caring boyfriend wants to take care of you, to give you pleasure on your special day on top of throwing you a surprise party. “Wha… what did you have in mind,” you ask a bit breathless.
“I… I’d like to eat you out… with you on top of me,” he says, pink blooming over his cheeks.
You swallow thickly, heat pooling between your legs and you’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are from his admission alone. Slowly you nod your head and he smiles, standing from the couch and extending his hand to you; “Let’s take this into the bedroom, more comfortable.”
Again you nod silently, taking his hand, allowing him to lead you. Next to the bed, you undress one another, taking your time and pausing for kisses, their intensity growing with each article removed and press of skin.
You sigh under Kuroko, his body covering yours, pressing you into the mattress, the heat of his body warming your own. He kisses your neck, sucking the skin lightly then more firmly, his hand roaming over your chest to squeeze one breast then the other.
“Are you ready… cause I want my head between these amazing thighs,” he moans lowly in your ear.
“Ye… Yes, Tetsu, please…”
You feel more than see him smile, and he rolls to his back, crooking a finger. You obey the silent call, crawling up the bed and straddling his face. A gasp escapes you when his hands land on your ass, tugging you roughly down to press your glistening lips to his mouth.
He starts slow again, teasing your outer lips with his tongue, sucking one side and then the other, building the sensitivity. Your fingers grip the headboard tightly, your breath short sharp gasps and sighs, his name becoming the only thing you can remember. Finally, he flicks your clit, making your hips buck roughly.
“Sorry,” you moan.
He shakes his head. “Don’t be, ride my face, _____-chan, I want you to feel good, remember?”
You nod, take more initiative and grind your hips down, moaning loudly as his tongue grazes over and over your sensitive nub. He’s still holding your ass, molding the flesh between his fingers and moaning into your cunt, the vibrations shooting down your spine.
“Suck… suck it, please, Tetsu, suck my clit… let me come, please!”
“As you wish,” he says, doing just as you request.
It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to wash over you like a tidal wave, his name a shout on your lips as your thighs quiver in the aftershock.
Slumping to the side, your half asleep by the time he’s returned from the bathroom to wash up. He spoons up behind you, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “Happy birthday, _____-chan.”
Follower Appreciation Post #3
To my very dear friend Admin Iwa-chan. Thank you for always being such a great supporter of my work. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough time of it and I wanted to give you something extra special. I thought about making one massive scene but then decided it would be good to get you a little mix of sweet and spicy with your top fave boys. I really hope you enjoy this and I hope things get better soon!
Semi – Sweet
Despite Tendou’s claim of his inferiority regarding fashion, Semi rather enjoys shopping and taking you–his lovely and ever so sweet girlfriend–to all your favorite places is a treat for him.
“Try this one,” he says, handing you a long skirt, “it will look nice with that halter top I think.”
“You really should change professions, Eita, you’d make a great personal shopper,” you say with a giggle.
“This only works because I know you,” he draws you closer, tickling the small hairs of your ears as he whispers into it, “and your body so well.” He licks the rim making your knees turn to jelly.
With valiant effort, you push away, giving him a half scolding look and a huff of, “Eita, behave.”
He merely grins before turning back to the peruse the racks once more. When you have a sufficient number of items to warrant a trip to the dressing room, Eita finds them and guides you inside; “I’ll be here, just come out and show me the stuff,” he says taking a seat on one of the couches in the waiting area.
You nod, move inside and lock the stall door.
It’s a bit of a long process, first removing your own clothes then putting on and taking off the various frocks he’s found for you but it’s also fun. You laugh together at things that simply do not work (“What was I thinking? That color would look horid on anyone”) and he enjoys the squeals of delight you let out at finding things that look amazing.
All in all, it’s a successful trip, with you acquiring a good number of flowy shirts (“Sleeveless to show off your sexy arms”), short cut pants (“It’s a crime to cover up such sexy calves”) and a few dresses (“We’ll go to that new restaurant that just opened so I can show you off”).
By the end of the afternoon you’re both a bit beat, but happy, having enjoyed the time together. Semi decided to really spoil you by paying for it all despite your protests.
“It’s not a big deal, besides I don’t have anything I like spending money on more than you, so shush.”
Your pout makes him snicker, drawing you closer to his side, his lips finding your ear again; “Or if you’re really worried about it, you can thank me at home in the best suit you own.” He suckles your ear lobe; “Your birthday suit.”
Iwaizumi – Spicy
“And then he yelled at us and I was trying not to cry but it was just so frustrating because nobody is listening!”
Iwaizumi clenches his fist; how dare anyone treat you like this!
He gives your hand a squeeze then stands, rolling his shoulders and stretching.
You look at him, confused. Why isn’t he cuddling you? Holding you tight and telling you things will get better even though at the moment nothing feels like it will ever change?
“Hajime?”
He turns to look at you, his face a mask of thunder; “I’m gonna kick that bastard’s ass,” he says, voice low and dangerous.
But to your ears, it sounds delightful. You stand hurriedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and plant a long, hard kiss to his lips. Momentarily off guard, it takes him a second to react but then his hands are on your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist, settling comfortably on his hips.
He breaks away, leaving a path of hot, wet, lewd kisses on your neck, destination: Cleavage Town.
You gasp as his tongue swirls over the top of your breasts, tilting your head back to give him better access, fire erupting in your veins at the violent tug he gives to one side of your loose collar t-shirt exposing your bra. He licks over your lace cover nipple, drawing it to an almost painful peak making you writhe and whimper; “Ha…Hajime… please… now….”
You feel his wicked, sharp grin against your skin, exhale a sigh of relief when he settles you back on the couch only to draw the breath back in a sharp inhale when he actually rips your shirt and bra clean off leaving your top half exposed.
“Damn minx, distracting me,” he growls, eyes roving appreciatively over your disheveled state, lips parted and slick from his kisses.
You give him a sly grin of your own; “I just thought of a better use for that energy. Plus, endorphins are good mood boosters you know.”
Iwaizumi chuckles as he removes his shirt, tight abs and perfect pecs coming into view making your mouth water. He grins at you licking your lips; “See something you like?”
You merely nod, crook your finger in a come hither motion that sends him to his knees. He leans forward, capturing your nipple with his lips and sucks, palming the other breast roughly drawing a moan of his name.
“I hope you’re ready baby,” he grunts, shirking off your shorts and drawing your legs around his head, settling between your thighs, “I’m gonna make you see so many stars, Shittykawa will be jealous.”
Your laughter morphs into a moan at his first lick. The angle is a bit awkward with you half lying on the couch but he makes you forget all about the discomfort, all about the asshole at work, all about anything but the feel of his tongue lapping at your creamy center.
Kiyoshi / Aomine – Blistering
It’s another blisteringly hot day sending you moaning to lay your head in the freezer. The relief is temporary and only for your face at best but at the moment it feels like heaven.
“Oi! Shut that door, the ice cream’ll melt!” Aomine’s voice calls from the couch.
You sigh, slamming the door and flop into a chair dramatically; “But it’s sooooo hot,” you whine. Your head tips back as you fan your face which does little good since all you have around you in hot air. The feel of more heat and wet against the side of your neck coupled with the press of a very hard and hot body against you makes you gasp.
Aomine swirls his tongue around the curve of your ear, his teeth nipping your lobe then doubles back to where it started on the side of your neck, lapping at your skin. One hand keeps him from laying his full weight upon you, gripping the edge of the chair, while the other slides under your shirt, up your stomach and lands on your braless breast, his fingers pinching the nipple.
“Daiki… fuck… it’s too… hot…” you pant, both from heat and from, well, heat.
“If you can’t beat the heat, fuck it,” he grunts, still working a good size hickey into your flesh.
“Damn it, Daiki, I can’t wear sweaters in this heat, you can’t mark me up there!” you protest, though your body betrays your pleas, your head tipping back to give him more access to overheated skin, your chest pressing harder into his own.
“What a sight to come home to.” Kiyoshi sounds amused as he goes through the motions of his homecoming routine: keys on the hook, shoes in the rack, bag in the bench; “Guess I’ll have to put these in the freezer for later.”
You hear the rustle of plastic, crack open your eyes and find he’s stopped by the little shop on the corner on his way home and brought back popsicles.
Aomine glances at the bag then back to you; “I can think of something less cold and much harder I want these pretty lips to wrap around.” His thumb trails over your bottom lip.
“Agreed but that would require much less clothing and perhaps a change in location? I was thinking… cold shower?” Kiyoshi suggests, the sound of silk sliding against silk signaling the removal of his tie.
“Usually I take a cold one to settle this down,” Aomine says palming at the front of his protruding nylon shorts, “but I think princess here is gonna pass out without any help from us if we don’t cool her down some.”
You nod, taking in deep breaths of hot oxygen and wishing for a random thunderstorm. Even a hot rain would be preferable to this heat wave.
Aomine stands, pulling you up with him and throw you over his shoulder; “Fuck you are soaked and not even in a fun way,” he complains.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, idiot,” you snap back.
Kiyoshi’s chuckle rumbles out drawing your attention to him. He’s remove his dress shirt, leaving him in slacks and an undershirt, the latter of which gets removed next and tossed into the hamper.
You mouth fuck and he gives you that wicked grin not too many people have seen; the one that turns your legs to jelly or rather, lets you know that’s what’s coming.
Aomine sets you down roughly, whipping off his shirt and pushing his shorts to the ground leaving him fully naked to your and Kiyoshi’s roving eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m gorgeous, can we get to dunking and fucking now?” Aomine asks.
You huff but remove your own clothes, tossing them to join Kiyoshi’s in the hamper, Aomine’s left on the floor because he can pick up his own shit thank you very much.
Kiyoshi removes his pants, then pulls you into his arms. He’s hot and sticky but you’re past the point of caring, especially when he’s kissing you like this, his tongue coiling round your own, sucking the tip. His fingers trail lightly over your skin making you shiver despite the extreme heat but the feel of his large hands cupping your breasts makes you melt once more.
The sound of water hits your ears just as Aomine’s hand smacks your ass; “Oi, get in here,” he grunts.
He all but tosses you into the shower, it’s frigid spray making you shriek but it feels so good. You allow the water to pound onto your face cooling it down. It heats right back up when you turn around, open your eyes and find your boyfriends kissing heavily, Aomine groping Kiyoshi’s fine ass while his own hands rake through Aomine’s short cropped hair.
“Fuck that’s hot,” you breathe.
Aomine pulls away, giving a grin; “Yeah, we know. You ready to join us princess?”
For answer, you shove your way between the two of them, surrounding yourself with hard, hot, and heavy, the smell of their musk thick in your nostrils but you love it. You lean up on tiptoes, catching Aomine’s mouth with yours, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Behind you, Kiyoshi’s hands find your ass, palming and kneading the flesh making you moan into Aomine’s mouth.
“Why do you have to be so damn short?” Aomine complains, pulling the tap to turn off the water and shoving you back out of the shower, cutting off your sounds of protest with another searing kiss.
He hoists you up, carrying you to the bed and heedless of your still wet body dumps you on it, covering you with kisses.
You reach for Kiyoshi only to find him seated in the chair you’d placed in the bedroom for the times one of you just want to watch. He sees your pout and smiles; “It’s too hot for both of us baby, I don’t want you to overheat. Let Aomine take care of you, I like watching.”
That little admission has you heating up no matter what and you moan against the feel of Aomine’s teeth against the side of your throat. Against your skin he asks, “Front or back?” His question, you know, isn’t for you; it’s for Kiyoshi. The fact he even asks shows how far he’s come in curbing some of his innate selfishness since the three of you initially got together.
“Front, I wanna see her pretty face when she comes,” Kiyoshi replies, lazily stroking his half hard cock.
“Sounds good,” Aomine agrees, roughly placing you into position on hands on knees. His fingers trail over your pussy, rubbing your clit; “So wet baby, you want it that bad? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you, let Kiyoshi watch you fall apart?”
“Yes, fuck me please Daiki,” you moan.
“As you wish princess.” He presses the tip of his dick to your entrance, levels himself then pushes forward, bottoming out.
“Fuck!” you scream.
“That’s the idea,” Aomine chuckles. His hand wraps in your hair, tugging your head up. “Open your eyes, give Kiyoshi the show he so desperately wants.” You comply but it’s half hearted. Kiyoshi’s looking at the two of you with such open desire it makes your heart burn. Aomine sees it too; “Yeah, look at him, look how hard he is for you, for us. We’re making him feel good just by being together, isn’t that awesome? Look at that dick, don’t you just wanna lick it, let him fuck your face?”
“Yes, please,” your eyes meet Kiyoshi’s, “Teppei, let me suck your cock, please.”
“Well since you asked so nicely,” he says, standing and making his way to the bed.
Aomine repositions you to a better angle, releases your hair to allow your head to fall forward. You mouth at Kiyoshi’s cock, slicking it up with your tongue before drawing him eagerly in, filling your mouth as much as you can.
“Fuck that’s so hot,” Aomine breathes into your ear, watching as you suck.
Kiyoshi grunts, runs one hand through your hair to gather it at the nape of your neck while the other you know is rubbing over Aomine’s. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses fills your ears mixing well with the slick of your lips sliding over Kiyoshi’s dick. A wet pop, then your head is roughly tugged up, Kiyoshi’s tongue invading your mouth as he kisses you breathless, all while Aomine fucks into you, his hand smacking your ass for good measure.
“You look so beautiful,” Kiyoshi compliments, trailing a delicate touch over your cheek; “I love you.”
“I… love you… too,” you gasp; “And you Daiki, I… I love… I love you!”
Aomine keeps pounding, bringing himself to completion and filling you up.
He pulls out, spilling cum on the bedspread. Kiyoshi licks his lips, flips you to your back and buries his face between your legs. It doesn’t take him long to make you come, focusing all the attention of his tongue to your clit, lapping up the mess left by your and Aomine’s fuck fest.
Your legs are still shaking, your whole body is really, when you finally come back down to earth and watch with hazed eyes the sight of Aomine Daiki on his knees of all places sucking down Kiyoshi’s cock.
Kiyoshi’s fingers clench Aomine’s hair, tugging roughly as he pistons himself in his mouth; it’s much rougher than when he’s with you.
“Fu… fuck Daiki, your mouth’s good for some else beside running.”
Aomine mumbles something that sounds like “shut up” but his mouth is full of dick you so can’t be sure.
You’re still over sensitive but this sight is too good not to be fully enjoyed and you find your fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles at first until you can’t help but match the rhythm of Aomine’s bobbing head.
“That’s it, make yourself cum,” Kiyoshi groans watching you touch yourself, the commentary both for your and Aomine’s benefit; “Rub that clit, let me see how much watching Daiki letting me fuck his face turns you on.”
“Teppei… Daiki… fu… fuck!” You come again and so does Kiyoshi, pulling out to spray his load on Aomine’s chest.
The three of you stay motionless, you on your back, Kiyoshi standing and Aomine on his knees.
It’s the latter who says, “Now we really do need a shower.”
It’s truly scary how in only one mere moment a person reveals a side of theirs you never knew existed, a side you never thought you would ever have to face, not from them—not from him. And in that moment, you start to doubt everything there is about them.
It’s as if that moment had changed everything you thought you knew about them, your mind feels clouded and your heart feels conflicted. With both of them unable to comprehend what’s going on, you’re left to drown in the uncertainty.
If you really knew Akashi then how did it come to this? How are you on the ground right now with nothing but a menacing aura standing over you and a throbbing cheek.
Your heart was beating at a fast rate you didn’t know it was capable of and all color was drained out of you except for the redness in your cheek.
Without a doubt your cheek painfully throbbed—hurting like hell but it was nothing compared to the pain in your heart, the arrow that was brutally shot right through it the second he laid his hand on you.
“_____” your name was the only thing Akashi could mouth as he watched your figure crumble in front of him as if you’ve seen a ghost.
It was safe to say Akashi had let his feelings get the best of him. He never meant for this to happen. The two of you weren’t having the best days together lately, he’s highly aware of that but he never knew it affected him this much.
To the point where he felt like his words only weren’t enough.
He didn’t know what to do with himself right now. What were the two of you even fighting about, he doesn’t know anymore nor does he want to. All he wants right now is to fall on his knees and beg for your forgiveness.
And then make sure to torment himself for as long as he can for hurting the one person who’ve always been there for him even when his own father did not want to.
Oh, how would his mother feel looking down on him right now. Laying his hand on the person he should love and protect. On the same person that loves him more than anything and anyone.
A disgrace, that’s what he is.
No, disgracealone doesn’t even cut how sickening he truly is. Everyone was right all along, he really must be a two-faced monster.
Kneeling, he tries touching the cheek he violently tainted with his hand in the utmost gentle touch he can afford only to have you smack his hand away and immediately take a few steps back.
“H…h-how could you?” you faltered.
Mustering up whatever strength you still have in your knees, you stand up. You look at him with nothing but fear and most of all disappointment. In an instant all the trust you had in him was broken, just like the promise he made you.
“I’ll never hurt you, I promise.”
Bullshit. If that was a lie then who knows what other lies he’ve told you? If he couldn’t even keep the promise that was supposed to be done so easily when it comes to the person you love then why should you stay.
“I-” He spoke.
“Funny how I thought you’d be my hero, my knight in shining armor when right now, you’re the thing I’m most afraid of.” you spat, interrupting him.
That was the last he ever heard or saw from the person that could have been his all.
Very good if very sad! You wrote the scene beautifully.
There’s a beeping somewhere in your ears that you can’t explain. The dream–nightmare really– of falling finally whites out as your eyes blink open, weary against the glare of fluorescent lights above your head. You close your eyes against the throb in your head and take a deep breath of pure oxygen. It burns a little but you’re thankful to be alive.
You want to get up, want to find the team and check on them but your whole body hurts and unhooking your IV seems ill-advised.
A nurse enters, give a soft smile as she approaches the bed. “Hello there, good to have you back with us,” she says.
You nod, pull the mask off your face and ask, “How… how’s everyone?”
She purses her lips. “Everyone survived but they’re all heavily injured,” she advises.
You take a deep breath of relief. You swallow against the dryness in your throat and she helps you take a drink. “Can I… can I see Aomine Daiki?”
“Right here babe,” a deep voice says.
You look up, tears stinging your eyes to see him standing. The last you remembered of him he was covered in blood and unconscious on the ground and you were terrified he was dead.
“I… I’m so glad… you’re ok,” you gasp out, trying to hold your sobs but failing.
He hobbles to the bedside, leans down and presses his lips gingerly to yours. It makes you want to cry more; he’s never been this tender.
“Everything’s gonna be ok, alright? You just focus on gettin’ better,” he says, forehead pressed against yours.
“I love you, Daiki,” you whisper.
He nods, kisses you again. “Love you too,” he returns.
Your allow yourself to be guided, the center of your slick heat hovering over Kiyoshi’s waiting mouth. He licks his lips, inhales your scent as he noses against you making you squirm.
He wants to tease you, it’s so much fun, but you were so good to him, giving him what he needed when he needed it and it’d be cruel to not return the favor.
He slides down a bit, getting a better angle then tilting his head upward, opens his mouth and takes a long slow lick.
“Teppei,” you moan, falling forward to grip the arm of the couch.
He grins, sticks out his tongue and wiggles the tip against your clit, earning a sharp gasp. He palms your ass, pulling you flush against his face, burying his tongue into you.
“Fu…fuck Tep, god…. oh goooddd.. just like that! Yes!”
Your praise, wrung out in gasps and moans, has his dick firming up in little time at all. He can’t wait to bend you over that arm, smack your ass while he pounds into you.
His pace increases as this new vision grows clearer and he doubles his effort to get you off, not just so you have release, but so he can too…preferably into you.
Aomine leans his head against the back of the couch, slouched down and brooding. That had been one hell of a fight. He can’t remember a time before now where it had been so bad. Both of you shouting, yelling terrible, hurtful things you didn’t mean; at least he didn’t, he wasn’t so sure about you.
He shakes his head. No, there was no way you meant any of that, or maybe just some of it, but not the deep shit. You’re just… angry. So, so angry.
And he doesn’t want you angry, not like this.
He sighs, carding a hand through his hair. How can he fixed this? Is it even fixable?
The sound of water hit his consciousness; you’re taking a shower. Immediately images of you fill his mind; wet and slick, soft and warm. He groans low in the back of his throat, a mixed sound of frustration and arousal because of course he’d get hard now when there was literally no chance whatsoever of you doing anything about it.
But that idea leads to another and he sits up, semi-hard but contemplating… yes… maybe… maybe that could work…
He stands, makes his way to the bedroom and hurriedly shoves all the dirty clothes on the floor into an already overfilled hamper which gets stuffed into the closet whose door he slides shut.
He straightens then smooths the bed sheets, pulls out half burned candles and lights them. No music, that’s too much, but maybe-
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Your voice has him spinning round on his heel. There you are, wrapped in a towel, your hair soaked, one hand on your hip. You’re still angry, but there’s a spark of curiosity in your eyes and that’s something he can work with.
“Lay down,” he says pointing to the bed.
You shake your head, make way to the closet. “Thanks but no, I still can’t stand to look at you. I’m gonna stay with Satsuki tonight.”
Aomine is there in a flash, holding shut the door keeping back the avalanche of crap he knows will rain down if you open it.
“What the fuck Dai-” you snap but he cuts you off with a kiss, his strong arm wrapping around your shoulders.
You push back, losing the towel in the process, the heat of your bare chest pressing against his own. “Get off me, Aho! I don’t want-”
He grabs your chin between his fingers, hard enough to stop you but not to bruise. “I’m sorry,” he grunts.
“Idiot, I know you’re not really, you still don’t even know why I’m so pissed at you!”
His hands clasp your shoulders, thumbs rubbing over the skin. You stare at each other for what feels like forever and then he kneels to the ground.
“Daiki, what are you doing?” you ask, voice quieter.
His hands slide up the backs of your legs to your ass which he grabs palms full of. Before you can chastise him he looks up and says, “I’m not good with words.” He leans forward, licks your slit from base to the tip of your clit making you moan despite yourself. “So I’ll use my mouth in another way to make it up to you.”
Still you push against his shoulder and he complies, pulling back to look up at you once more. “This isn’t how you settle an argument and I’m not giving you anything in return.”
Aomine grits his teeth, swallows vitriol. “This isn’t to settle or win. Plus, you don’t have to do anything for me.”
See how sorry I am?
Your eyes meet again. He seems sincere, really willing to set aside not only his pride– partially at least– but his own pleasure.
Finally, you nod. “You better do a thorough job,” you say, walking past him to lie on the bed.
He smirks, moving between your spread legs. “When have I ever not?”
@ourneverendingpossibilities Two birds in one stone! I’m not sure if this kind of story suits him, but I was so inspired… Enjoy!
Reader’s gender is supposed to be unspecified, but let me know if I slipped. Also very little dialogue? I hope it’s not boring.
Also contains adult-ish themes, but none too NSFW. Semi-NSFW, maybe.
This piece is long! Placed a Keep Reading so as to not flood your screen.
One: a business arrangement is not love.
The wedding reception was fast. The two of you showed convincing displays of affection, sharing a few kisses on the lips and holding hands when necessary. To the naked eye of the public, you and Kasamatsu Yukio looked just like two people in love. To a select few, however, the wedding was merely an act.
“That was kind of exhausting,” you sigh, tipping the champagne glass to allow you to chug all of it in. Kasamatsu doesn’t bat an eyelash, helping himself to the liquor.
“Yeah.”
Although the two of you are not in love, you are not enemies either. Dressed in matching robes (complimentary, from the hotel staff in celebration of your tying the knot), you and your husband across one another on the balcony overlooking a spectacular view of the city. Not exactly the way you imagined your wedding night to go—drinking with your spouse until the edge of sobriety, that is—and to be fair, probably not how he imagined it to go as well.
You’re doing this for duty. He’s doing this for the same reason, but mainly for his father. That much you know.
You decide to cut the silence first.
“Now that we’re stuck together,” you say, the sound mixed with your sigh of fatigue, “might as well make the most of it.” The proclamation catches your now-husband’s attention, because those metal blue eyes look at yours almost glaringly. You smile, averting your gaze from his in favor of the view.
“What I’m saying is that we could at least be friends. Think of me as your roommate.” You continue, and the nostalgic visions in your head of university days cause you to break out into a grin and a small laugh. Perhaps it’s your mind’s own way to protect itself from the truth that you just got into a business marriage.
He scoffs, presumably amused at your antics. Your optimism is infectious. Kasamatsu suddenly doesn’t really mind the arrangement, not when his assigned partner is trying to exploit the most fun out of it.
He proposes a toast to the roommate agreement, and the two of you continue to drink the night away.
“The doctor said I could start practicing within two weeks,” Kiyoshi’s smile was the brightest Riko had seen it in awhile.
She missed that smile. She missed the taste of Kiyoshi’s lips. Riko hid under her crossed arms to conceal her pinking cheeks.
“I’m sorry, I must be boring you, huh Riko?”
“Huh? Ah, no!” Riko shook her head. She propped her body onto her elbows and her chin in palm. Kiyoshi missed that pout. “Don’t push yourself too much. You promised to come back stronger.”
The corners of his lips curved a bit. Riko didn’t miss a thing when it came to Kiyoshi.
“Hm? What is it?” Kiyoshi’s look softened. “Why the long face?”
“You truly are scary, Riko,” Kiyoshi’s laugh thundered through the webcam.
“Idiot,” Riko grumbled. She tilted her head with a smile while she waited for her answer.
“It’s lonely here without you,” Kiyoshi confessed with his eyes away from the webcams, scratching at the side of his pink cheeks. “That’s really all. I just miss you.”
How is Kiyoshi always full of surprises?
“Ah, could you be lonely too?” Kiyoshi teased a little too loud.
“Huh?!” Riko blurted out.
She tried to look away from her camera view. Riko already knew what a mess she must look like. Kiyoshi was the only one to ever make her lose her mind. She never liked the look on her.
It was killing her eyes to not look into her camera’s view. Riko looked away with pouting lips.
“Of course I’ve been lonely without you,” Riko was able to have a small laugh to finally see Kiyoshi at a loss for words. “Idiot.”
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