Akashi smiles, amused at your attempt to be sneaky. He knew you were there, of course, but it makes him happy to let you play this little game.
Taking the card, he opens it, reads your message, then tucks it safely in his jacket pocket. Deftly, he turns in your arms, tilts your chin up and kisses you lightly.
“Does that answer your question?” he asks teasingly.
Awww! Thank you for the doughnut *munch munch munch*
“Hey,” a gruff voice says next to you making you jump.
When you look up, there’s Yamazaki Hiroshi, with…is that a balloon in his hand?
“This is fer you,” he grunts, roughly pushing the string into your hand. Bewildered you look at him again only to hear a snickering that gives you pause.
Glancing behind, you see the rest of his team watching the proceedings and frown. It’s one thing to be teased on Valentine’s Day, it’s another to be teased by the guy you, for whatever reason, actually like.
You open your mouth to give him a piece of your mind only to snap it closed when you feel the press of lips to your cheek. “There’s more where that came from,” he smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off.
He’d wanted to see you all day but both of your responsibilities prevented that. Well, yours did anyway, if it were up to him he’d have blown off half of what he needed to do but because he knew you’d be upset that he was slacking, he made sure to get everything done, even if some of it was half-assed.
Now, finally, he’s at your door. The hour is late but he doesn’t want to wait until tomorrow. When you answer his knock, of course already in your pajamas, he smiles that smile and leans down to kiss you.
“Thought we could have a sleepover,” he says lightly.
You purse your lips, unsure of his real intentions (not that you’d mind “sleeping” but you have an early morning). Seeing your hesitation, he flicks your forehead. “Oi, I mean actually sleep, perv.”
He laughs at your pout, ushering you back inside and to your bedroom, teasing you the whole way.
I just melt for soft Akashi, he’s so…intense but I love the idea of him sweet and romantic. – Admin Jade
You’d been practically vibrating with excitement all day. It was Valentine’s Day, normally an unwelcome and overly commercialized holiday you tended to either mock or avoid. Of course, that was all a ruse, a defense mechanism to protect you from years of being alone or disappointed from past lovers who either failed to remember or failed in their efforts.
But this year would be different. This year you were with Akashi Seijuro.
You just knew he’d come up with something amazing and romantic. He’d been dropping miniscule hints throughout the day via text message but you were still completely in the dark of his master plan. He’d assured you all would be handled by him – or his staff where necessary – and you’d enjoy yourself.
You had no doubts.
Stepping out on the stoop of your apartment, you smiled at his driver waiting beside the car. “The master awaits you at your final destination. He,” here he took out from his pocket a blindfold, “requested your acquiesce to my putting this on you and guiding you. Are you comfortable with that?”
A thrill of anticipation rolled through your chest, fingers clutching the cloth of your jacket a bit tighter but you nodded, turning around so he could fix it about your eyes. “If you would take my hand, I’ll help you into the car.”
You nodded again, doing as requested and when the door was shut you let out a long breath, unaware you’d even been holding it.
It was odd being a vehicle with no ability to see, the sway of the suspencion more noticeable giving you pause to consider you never realized how much one relied on visual cues while driving. Finally you felt the car come to a stop and the engine shift off. The door opening made you start slightly but you took a calming breath and waited for further instruction.
You were unprepared for Akashi’s voice near your ear. “Thank you for indulging my whims,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I did want this to be a surprise.” You nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you where he would.
“There are steps,” he advised looping your arm through his own. “Ready?”
At your nod, the two of you made way up the stairs. You felt the air pressure change alerting you to being indoors, but there was no real noise, no murmur of voices so you didn’t think you were in a public area. Maybe the back door to a hotel? But that didn’t make sense. Akashi had no reason to hide, never would in fact, and it was unlikely he’d take you to hotel anyway. You hadn’t even discussed being together in that capacity yet, still feeling out the relationship and each other.
“Ok, stand here and wait,” he ordered, voice soft. “Close your eyes and do not open them until I say.” You did so and he removed the barrier of your vision. You felt him shift, take both your hands in his and then he gave permission to open your eyes.
When you did so a soft gasp pulled from your lips. You were in a room at his mansion seemingly filled with hundreds and hundreds of candles. It was only when you looked a little closer that you realized the illusion was caused by mirrors. Turning your head you caught sight of roses – of which you were sure there were at least one hundred – settled upon every surface of the room save the small round table upon which lay a prepared meal of sushi and sake next to a small red box of chocolates from your favorite confectioner on a crisp, white tablecloth.
Soft music played from his record player, an indulgence he’d procured for himself earlier in the year. Gently, he guided you into his arms, pressing his cheek against your own and swayed in time to the music, guiding you in a small circle. You closed your eyes, breathing in his spicy scent and let it out in a long, low puff of air.
Akashi leaned back, looking into your eyes, a small but deep and warm ember of affection reflected by the flicker of flames that seemingly danced right along with you. He smiled softly, drawing his face closer to yours and pressed a firm but sweet kiss to your lips. Drawing back, his breath ghosting over you, he murmured, “Happy Valentine’s Day, ______.”
just so you know, anon, YOU’RE A BILLION TIMES MORE AMAZING THANK YOU.
btw i know some of these scenarios aren’t the most “parent-like” but i just felt like little things that show comfort between an adult and a child who sees them as a guardian are the real dealbreakers for a s/o trying to build a relationship with their partner’s child(ren).
This is so long, I’m sorry. D:
Kuroko: As a date, the two of you, and Kuroko’s daughter, were eating out at a fast food restaurant. It wasn’t anything special, but it was relaxed, and that was the best part.
You’d come to realize that Kuroko’s obsession with vanilla milkshakes had been passed down through the beauty of genetics. So had the round, blue eyes (though her’s held more feeling). So it was slightly funny, watching Kuroko and his daughter stare forward with the same, blank expression, sipping on milkshakes.
“Ayumi-chan, here, make sure you eat your burger as well. You too, Tetsuya.” You pushed their burgers forward, and they both sighed at them. You raised a brow. “If you don’t eat, you won’t have enough energy for the park, later.”
Surveying the burger with a look of mild distaste, Ayumi tugged on her father’s shirt sleeve, asking him to lean down so that she could whisper in his ear. He nodded understandingly once she was done, and straightened to face you with a business-like expression. Ayumi mimicked her father.
“Ayumi-chan and I have a proposal.” Kuroko announced.
You folded your hands together and rested your chin on them, leaning forward with a grin. “Ah, and what would that be.”
“If we eat the burgers, you need to buy us each another vanilla shake.”
Ayumi nodded earnestly.
You bit your lip, pretending to think hard about the offer. In the end, you motioned for Ayumi to come to your side of the table. She did as she was told, taking a few seconds to slide off the bench, then climb onto yours. You bent down to whisper in her ear.
“If Ayumi-chan finishes her burger, I’ll take you on a boat ride tomorrow, and make ‘Tou-san fight you in basketball.” You then pulled back to gauge her reaction.
She thought about it for a bit, then copied your previous pose: hands folded, chin resting on them, leaning forward with a pleasantly amused expression. “’Tou-san needs to finish his burger right now. Please give me mine as well. Hurry, ‘Tou-san, we need to do it fast.”
Kuroko tried to look as grumpy as possible. Normal people would call his look one of mild unhappiness. “You’re a traitor, Ayumi-chan.”
“Life isn’t fair.” She shrugged, and took a bite of her burger. Both you and Kuroko had to turn the other way in order to muffle your laughs at what she had just said.
Kise: Ever since Kise’s son had been able to walk, he’d acted as his father’s manager. Maybe it was innate, but Sora could sense that Kise was always flitting around from one thing to the next, and needed all the help he could get.
When you came into the picture, Sora was about four years old, and was intensely distrustful of you, as any good manager would be, initially. And while it was two years later now, and Sora was at the healthy age of six, he still showed signs of distance.
Today, Kise had invited you over to hang out. The three of you sat on the couch, watching animated movies of Sora’s choice, with Sora sat between you two.
“Hey, Soracchi, can I use you as a pillow?” Kise asked, smiling charmingly at his son.
Sora fixed him with a deadpan look. “You’re too heavy for me, Otou-san. ____-san, please pass me a pillow.”
You did as you were told, smiling teasingly at Kise. Kise pouted at Sora for a few seconds until he gave in and finally snuggled him a bit before he put his head against the armrest and took a nap. Then it was just the two of you, watching a small sheep going on an adventure.
Once the movie was done, you saw a sleepy Sora barely being able to keep his head up. “Do you want to lie down?” You asked him, and he shook his head vehemently, glancing protectively at his father. Ah.
You crouched down so that you were eye-to-eye with him. “Sora-kun, you know I’d never do anything to hurt your Otou-san, right?”
He sniffed, as if a little insulted. “Of course. I wouldn’t have let you stay around here if you were dangerous.”
You bit back a laugh, and kept a serious face on. “I want to help him as much as you do. And, I want to help Sora-kun as well, because I know you want more cuddles, even if you don’t want to bother Otou-san, right?”
Narrowing his eyes at you, he crossed his arms. “I don’t need cuddles.”
“Ah, I said want, not need. Sora-kun is such a good boy, he’s really mature.” You took his hand and squeezed it lovingly. “But if you let me, I could help make more time so that you could hang out with Otou-san. Would you like that?”
After a few moments of consideration, he nodded hesitantly.
“Okay, then it’s a deal. I’ll take care of both Otou-san and Sora-kun, so that you could have more fun with Otou-san. Sound good?” You grinned at him, and he gave you a small smile back. “For now, let’s just have you lie down, okay?” You helped him arrange himself so that he was fully in his father’s embrace, and then drew a blanket over them both.
“…’Night, ____-san.” He whispered.
Midorima: “Natsumi! Your lucky item is a stuffed walrus toy, nanodayo. We have one in the basement, please go and grab it. It’s in the wooden box next to the shelf.”
Once Natsumi ran off to go get it, he joined you in the living room, where you were putting together Natsumi’s school bag, and sticking necessary files into Midorima’s briefcase.
“Your lucky item is a steel water bottle. Take one from the kitchen.” He informed you.
You nodded, and pulled Midorima down for a quick kiss. “Have a nice day.”
His face flushed, even after all these years, and you giggled as he grabbed the briefcase, and glanced at his watch. His eyes widened. “Today… daylight savings… I’m late.”
You pushed him towards the door. “Go, then! Go!”
“Natsumi…” He trailed off, a little unsure. “I’m supposed to drop her off to school.”
You waved him off. “Work doesn’t start until the afternoon for me, today, so I’ll just drop her off.”
He still seemed a little uneasy, especially when she came bounding up the steps with a wide grin on her face, showcasing the stuffed walrus. “I got it, I got it!”
Sighing, he knelt down and ushered his daughter towards him. “____ will drop you off to school today. Is that alright?”
Natsumi fell quiet, but peeked at you. You gave her a smile. She then nodded. “Go save lives, ‘Tou-san, hurry!”
Midorima’s shoulder’s relaxed, and he hurriedly pulled Natsumi forward to place the tiniest of kisses on her forehead, before saying goodbye and rushing out the door.
She then turned to you. “____-san, I would like breakfast now. Then please put a bow on the walrus.” She paused, “Oh, and then can we listen to my favourite song in the car?”
You nodded, and patted her head, then leading her to the kitchen. She sat down on her seat, then gasped dramatically at the food.
“Y-you made it exactly how I like it! Even ‘Tou-san can’t do it!” Natsumi stared at you in wonderment. “Why haven’t you made this before?”
“Natsumi-chan only told me that this was her favourite last night.” You reminded her, laughing.
She quickly gobbled up the food, then jumped off her seat to shove the walrus at you. “Can I help you put the bow on it?”
Aomine: “Repeat after me.” Aomine instructed. “’Tou-san–”
“’Tou-san…”
“– Is the best.”
“… Ith the betht.”
“That’s my Tadashi.” Aomine said proudly, ruffling his son’s hair. “Did you see that, ___? He thinks I’m the best.”
You tapped Aomine’s head with your knuckles. “That’s called manipulation, Dai. Wait till Momoi hears about it.”
Aomine’s eyes widened in panic for a moment, before he snorted. “She can’t do anything to me.”
“Momo oba-chan ith gonna kick your butt!” Tadashi cheered, throwing his arms up, then breaking into some fighting moves.
Scowling at Momoi’s own brainwashing she’d done on poor Tadashi, Aomine got up from his crouched position and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked down a path in the park, while Tadashi ran around the two of you.
“So, did you– Tadashi!” Aomine broke off, turning around immediately when he heard the tiny shriek coming from his son.
Tadashi lay on the ground, face first, obviously crying. The two of you ran over and knelt on either side of his tiny body. Aomine helped him up into a sitting position. “What hurts, Dashi? Where– ohh… it’s not so bad, Tadashi, really. Shh.”
There was a gash on Tadashi’s shin, that was beginning to bleed. Aomine worked hard to distract Tadashi and stop him from crying, while making sure that he didn’t look at the wound. You immediately got to work, going into the backpack you’d packed, and pulling out a first aid kit. Silently, you swiftly poured some water on a cotton ball and swiped the wound clean, then wrapped a quick bandage over it. “Done!”
Aomine leaned over to look at your work, and Tadashi copied him. “Ohh, what’th that?” Tadashi asked.
“It’s a badge!” You proclaimed, taking out a pen and drawing a star on the white fabric of the bandage. “There we go! A badge for being really brave!”
Giggling, he spread his arms out wide, inviting you into a hug that you accepted immediately. Once Tadashi was back on his feet, Aomine gave you a look of love.
“Th-thanks for that.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve never brought a first aid kit, it’s good that you did.”
You smiled and pecked him on the cheek. “It’s my job to take care of the both of you!”
Murasakibara: Murasakibara had been blessed with triplets, before his partner had died of cancer when the triplets turned eight years old.
Almost immediately, Himuro and his old Generation of Miracles teammates, as well as Murasakibara’s large family had gone into action, making sure both Murasakibara and the triplets were taken care of during such a trying time.
Now, they’d settled into a comfortable routine, and all was somewhat well. Besides the fact that the triplets had managed to chase away any partner Murasakibara brought home, if they deemed them unworthy. Which was all of them. But there’d only been two before you.
You were the third, and had held out the longest so far– two months. Murasakibara had invited you over to spend the night with him and his girls, and you were slightly terrified, but ready.
The night had gone surprisingly well, and just before bed, the girls were combing their father’s hair, painting his nails, and putting jewelry on him while you fed him snacks every once in a while, so that he wouldn’t ruin the nail polish. Finally, Murasakibara yawned widely and stood up, a child hanging from both his arms and neck. “Time for bed~.” He sleepily announced, easily taking the three of them to their bedroom.
He turned back for only a second to shoot you a “Be right back” smile. You waved at him.
Once he came back, the two of you cuddled on the couch, until the both of you fell asleep. At around two A.M., you woke up, suddenly extremely thirsty. Maybe it was all those salty snacks. Sleepily, you got up and stumbled over to the kitchen.
When you flicked on the light, three girls dressed as demons stood in a line, grinning at you. You shrieked and fell into a wall. “Wha- wha… what are you guys doing?”
“Scaring you.” They said at once, smiling creepily. You laughed, rolling your eyes and patting each one on the head.
“Well, you achieved your goal. Do you want some hot chocolate?”
They looked at you suspiciously. “We might.”, one of the girls finally said.
Taking it as a yes, you walked over to a cabinet and opened up the one that carried the mugs, taking down four. Each of them had a different design on it. The girls sat themselves on the kitchen table, watching your every move.
Once the hot chocolate was done, you poured some into each cup, put them on a tray, and brought it to the table. Before they reached out for them, you stuck a hand out.
“Wait, I’ll give them to each of yours. This one–” the mug with the cats with heart eyes, “is yours, Yuko. This is Yumi’s–” the mug with the galaxy pattern, “and finally, this is Yumiko’s.” The last mug was printed with dragons. You took your own mug and sipped the drink peacefully.
The girls stared at you. “You…”
“… got our…”
“… names right! And the mugs too!”
They were shocked. But you finished up your drink and ruffled Yuko’s hair. “Why wouldn’t I get it right? Hurry and finish so that I can put you three back to bed.”
Akashi: You smiled as you watched Akashi and his son, Hajime, sift through a large pile of books in their home library. They were picking out all of next week’s bedtime stories, as per usual.
Once they were done, Hajime put the pile of books in his small wagon and started to trek back towards his bedroom, where’d he’d stack them on this bedside table.
Akashi approached you, running a hand through his hair tiredly. “Sorry about that, ____, I’d forgotten that we had to pick out books today.”
You shook you head, smiling. “I think it was really cute. But… you do seem tired. And you never forget book day. Are you okay?”
He glanced over your shoulder to make sure Hajime was far enough before taking your hand and finally letting all of his exhaustion show. You had him sit down immediately. “Seijuurou! You look so tired! Did something happen?”
“I know I shouldn’t be sharing my worries when they have nothing to do with you, but… some business partner of mine has found his way in the middle of a scandal, and it might affect the company if I don’t do damage control. However, I don’t want to neglect Hajime either, I’m away from him enough as it is. I really don’t know what to do. Hiring a babysitter would be like giving away my responsibilities, and I don’t want that. “
Pulling Akashi into a hug, you murmured words of comfort, rubbing his back. You felt him melt into your embrace, and his breathing slow down slightly. He was relaxing, finally. “Seijuurou, if the problem affects you, then it’s my problem as well. Don’t hide these things from me, okay? Let me take care of Hajime, at least for tonight. You can get some work done then go to sleep right away. You need it.”
“I want to take care of Hajime. You’re my partner, not Hajime’s babysitter.” He weakly protested, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.
You pulled back and fixed Akashi with a stern look. “As your partner, I’m automatically Hajime’s co-caretaker. I love the kid to bits, I want to take care of him. Please let me. I want to take care of both of you. Please.”
Sighing, he nodded. “Just for tonight. If anything goes wrong, tell me immediately.”
And so you played with Hajime, as you usually did, and Akashi went back to work, after some insistence from you. The real test was during bed time. Once Hajime was all tucked in, he held Sunday’s book and stared at the door expectantly.
“Haji… would it be okay if I read you your story tonight?” You asked quietly, smoothing out his blankets.
He shook his head. “Thank you, ___-san, but Otou-san always reads me my stories. I’ll wait for him.”
You tried to think up a different tactic. Slowly, you sat down next to him on the bed, and glanced at the book. “What’s the book called?”
“The Blue Bug Makes Friends With the Purple Turtle.” Hajime stated, still staring at the door.
“Ah… may I see it? Just for a bit?”
Narrowing his eyes at you, he reluctantly handed the book over. You flipped through the pages, grinning and laughing slightly.
Hajime’s straightened his back and tried to peek over your arm, at the book. “What? What?”
You shut the book, smiling at the small boy. “Ah, it’s nothing. The book is really funny, is all.”
“How is it funny? Tell me.” He demanded.
You shook your head. “That’ll ruin the story. You should just wait till your Otou-san reads it to you.”
Fidgeting, Hajime went back to staring at the door for a few seconds before turning to you almost desperately. “Okay, fine, read me the story. But you better have different voices for all the characters.”
At three A.M., Akashi walked into his son’s room, exhausted, only to find Hajime and you cuddled up together, sleeping, book still in your hand. Smiling fondly, he took the book from you and grabbed a blanket, draping it over your body before getting into the other side of the bed, arm thrown over both his son and the love of his life.
Anon is referring to this post!
-Neon
Staring at the little slip of paper, Momoi read the address on it for what had to be the umpteenth time that hour. According to all the signs she’d passed by and all the placards stating the building numbers, she had the right place. Her eyes scanned the dingy, decaying walls on the outside of the inn, noting that the paint had begun to peel off in large chunks that slapped against the wall with each blow of wind. The wood looked as if it were rotting, little bugs that just had to be termites crawling through crevices.
“This looks nothing like what I’d pictured,” she murmured to herself.
The lights that illuminated the porch flickered, giving an ominous glow to the already darkened area. Glancing down at the screen of her phone, Momoi checked the time; she was already a few hours late. If she was lucky, the boys would already be asleep and she could easily sneak into her own room without them being none the wiser.
The front door to the inn creaked like it hadn’t been opened in years. Judging by the dust that kicked up simply from her entering, Momoi could only guess that the place saw very little business. She found it odd that Akashi chose a place like this for their training getaway.
“Hello?” Momoi called out at the front desk, ringing the little bell that sat on the counter and listening as it echoed. “I have a reservation under Akashi?”
When, even after five minutes, nobody answered, she took it upon herself to find where the boys were staying herself. Under her breath, Momoi grumbled about what little help she was getting settling in to such a run down place, blaming its appearance and lack of life on the bad service they provided.
Her shoes clacked against the wooden floor as she walked herself up the stairs. Shoulders aching from carrying a backpack filled to the brim with all the clothes and supplies she’d need for the trip, Momoi looked forward to finally settling down into a bed. As she walked down the upstairs hall, she made note of the paintings that decorated the walls. They all seemed to be of flowers, some in bouquets and others in vases, all of them looking as if they had been painted ages ago.
So distracted by the paintings, Momoi hadn’t even realized she’d been walking through the hall for quite a while. “Geez, how big is this place?” Glancing behind her, she looked back the way she had came.
The stairwell was only a few feet behind her.
Something kin to a tingling sensation ran along her spine as she turned fully to look back toward the way she had came. That couldn’t be right. She had been walking for what had to be close to five minutes, constantly moving past paintings and making progress down the hall. Not a single floorboard had looked the same. Yet, she was only a few feet away from where she had originally began.
“Big sister, what are you doing?”
Momoi whipped around, having not expected the voice. Looking down the hall, she saw nobody in front of her; everything was just as void of life as it had been when she originally looked down the hallway. An eerie feeling overtook her and, against her better judgement, Momoi decided to hold off on finding the boys and settle herself into the nearest empty room she could find. She could deal with the inn keeper in the morning.
Luckily the first door she tried is unlocked and, upon opening it, she realized that nobody seemed to be living inside. Closing the door quickly behind her, she dumped her bag onto the floor and made her way to the window. The smell of dust is tickled her nose as she walked through the room, so shoving the window open as wide as she could get it allowed her to breath in a little more fresh air. From her room, she could see the front of the inn where she had been standing earlier.
“Great view,” she muttered sarcastically to herself, noting the gray fog that had began to settle in the air.
Moving away from the window, she sat down on the only bed in the room and puleds her legs up onto the mattress. The stress of whether or not she’d make it to the inn on time was finally taking its toll on her and, with heavy eyelids, she let sleep overcome her before she could even think about texting any of the boys her current location.
It’s a few hours later when Momoi wakes with a start, her body going rigid as her eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed. Her eyes scanned the little room she’s in, finding it strange that they hadn’t adjusted to the abnormal darkness that seemed to blanket the small space.
“Is anybody there?”
It had been laughter that woke her up; or, at least that’s what she had thought it was. The same voice that had spoken to her back in the hall had woken her up, its laughter sounding like bells tinkling in the wind. Thinking it had been only her imagination, Momoi glanced back to her open window and noted the sun just peaking out from the horizon.
“Why is it still so dark?”
Momoi stood from her bed, naked feet touching the cold flooring and causing a chill to spread throughout her body. She walked over to the window, wondering if years worth of dust was really prohibiting the sun from entering her room. Before she could closer than a foot to the window, a loud bang on her door resounded through the room and startled her. Momoi jumped as she whirled around to face her door, wide eyes taking note that it was still as closed as she had left it earlier than night.
“What are you looking at big sister?”
Her eyes snapped down to the floor, immediately going to the dark space under her bed. There, she saw two eyes, brighter than normal and absolutely shining through the darkness. A hand crept out from under the bed frame, followed by a second one only a moment later.
“I want to see, too.”
Momoi was aware of the scream before she felt it ripping through her throat. She stumbled backward as whatever was under the bed rushed out at her, scuttling around on all fours like some sort of animal. She felt the back of her head smash through the thin glass of the window and felt gravity pulling her downward as she fell backward. Whatever had been under her bed grabbed at her ankle, leaving three deep gouges in her skin before letting go completely. Momoi fell.
And then she slept.
Creepy!!!
First of the Valentine’s / love asks! Enjoy! – Admin Jade
Kise’s eyelids flutter, sleep slowly eluding him as he becomes cognitive of a presence over his body. Cracking open one eye, he lets show a small smile, sleep still tugging at the recesses of his conscious but being driven ever back by the revealing of your face hovered above him, lips pursed to pepper him with kisses from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose finally landing on his lips. He moves to deepen it but you’re already moving to the right, landing little teasing pecks across one cheek then the other.
With a grin to match your playful attitude, you announce, “Breakfast is ready. I gotta go, don’t be late, m-kay?”
“Yeah,” he responds, voice a bit raspy from lack of use for the last eight hours.
His eyes follow you from his prone position and he smiles a bit wider when you blow him a kiss over your shoulder.
The morning flies in a flurry of contract reading and signing. By the time noon rolls around, he’s tired, starving and feeling like Godzilla has been traipsing around in his brain. But it seems to melt away as you enter his dressing room, smile on your face and lunch in your hands.
“Seems you had a busy morning,” you comment, drawing takeout from his favorite place down the street. The food is still hot but he’s hungry for something else. As you turn, he’s there, planting eager lips upon your own. With gentle but firm pressure he gets you to yield, parting your lips enough to gain a taste of you and the latte you’d finished on your way to the studio.
With gentle pressure of your own, you push against his chest. “Ryouta, we only have twenty minutes and the food’ll get cold. You need to eat to keep your strength up.”
He pouts which earns him one more chaste kiss before you settled upon the floor by the table and begin digging in. He sighs, following your lead, and though he still pouts for lack of kisses, he’s grateful for the calories.
“Welcome home, sweetie,” you call from the kitchen as he returns to your shared apartment. It smells divine, the scent of ginger and other spices he can’t identify wafting around the small room. “How did the rest-ah!” Your words end abruptly as his strong hands whirl you around and press you to the counter, arms caging you in and his mouth latching to your neck. “Ryou..ta,” you gasp, lacing your fingers through his golden tresses.
“Can’t….wait…”he groans, lifting under your ass to plant you in a better position to ravage your mouth, “need…you.” You hum appreciation against his lips, the vibration felt all the way to his toes.
Deftly he gathers you in his arm, flicks off the burner and lands on the couch with you straddled over his lap, all done without ever breaking the kiss.
“You owe me a day’s worth of kisses.” His voice is low, full of need.
“Just kisses?” you ask, coyly.
He grins up at you, eyes gaining more shine. “For now.” Then there’s no more talking, just the feel of you pressed to him, his hands roaming your body and his lips and tongue working you over until you beg him for more.
I’ve never seen the series this character is a part of but I looked her up for reference and hope I hit the tone of what you’re looking for! – Admin Jade
Riko looked over her 9 millimeter one last time, the shine of its metal glimmering even in the slightly muted light of the room. A quick flick of her wrist produced the satisfying click of its magazine settling into place. Holstering the weapon, she took one last glance in the mirror, frowning at the reflection behind her own.
“I wish for once you’d go into a job without relying on your tits,” she grumbled as Momoi zipped up her leather jacket to just under her massive chest, the cinching making them appear even larger.
“And I wish you’d just admit you were jealous of my winning assets,” quipped back the pink haired woman, pursing her lips to apply red lipstick. Capping the tube she turned her head in the direction of her partner. “Besides, have I ever failed at getting us into where we need to be? I’m the beauty and you’re the muscle, though,” she trailed a critical eye over the svelt female before her, “you could stand to put on a little more weight.”
Riko groused, “What do you mean the muscle? I’m the brains of this operation!”
“Oh sweetie,” Momoi giggled, patting her head, “it’s cute you actually believe that.”
Riko smacked away her hand, grumbling to herself as she strode across the room to grab her own jacket and helmet. “You ready or what?” she snapped, not bothering to wait for a reply.
Momoi, taking one last moment to secure her trusty blade in its thigh holster, scampered to catch up, reaching Riko and her bike just as she settled upon its seat. When she was stable, Momoi climbed aboard behind her, nestling close to her back.
“And do you have to press them against me?! I’m not Aomine you know!”
“As if I’d do that to Dai-chan!” Momoi protested.
“You do it to everybody!”
Momoi complied, sliding back ever so slightly, allowing Riko a bit of breathing room. The brown hair fired up the engine, revving it a few times for good measure before taking off in a burst of speed towards the highway. As they made their way towards the city, she asked through the two way radio wired in their helmets, “So what’re we after this time anyway?”
“Ruby necklace, worth a fortune,” Momoi replied.
“And who’s the schmuck we’re takin’ it from?”
“Akashi Seijurooo!” Momoi squealed as Riko almost lost control of the bike in her shock.
She skidded to a halt, pulling to the side of the road and flipped up her visor. “Are you fucking crazy?!” she shouted over the din of the traffic racing by.
“What? We got a good price for the job. Plus, Sei-chan knows me! It’ll be a cinch to get in! You’ll see!”
“See, what you failed to mention is it would be impossible to get out!” Riko snapped, taking a deep breath before standing from her cover to fire two shots at their pursuers.
Momoi crouched next to her, chest heaving. “Still, you gotta admit it’s been a while since we had any real excitement!” Using her compact, she eyed their enemy from a safer vantage. “Two to the right, go in three…two….one!”
Riko stood again, firing perfect shots catching both guards in their shoulders. “Of all the stupid, hairbrained, cockamamie ideas,” she mumbled snapping in a new round of ammo. “If we make it out of here alive,” she sighed, “I’m never letting you pick a job again.”
Momoi just shrugged, her lilting giggle making Riko’s temple pulse until she heard again, “Now the left! Three…two…one…”
It was going to be a long night.
Hi anon! I kind of mixed in a taste of sub/dom with this one. I hope its to your liking! – Admin Jade
“Ughnnn! Ha…harder Shuzo!”
If you’d told Nijimura that this was what his usually shy, blushing and all around adorable love would be like in bed, he’d have said you were lying. But there they were, writhing and moaning like a cat in heat, begging him, letting him have his way with their body. He smacked their ass hard enough to send ripples over the skin.
“Harder…who?” he hissed, fingers digging into the flesh of their hip.
Between heavy breaths they groaned, “Harder…please…senpai.”
“That’s more like it,” he praised, increasing the power of his thrusts, the intensity of his strikes. By now their ass cheeks were pink and he lowered his hand, caressing between their legs. “You want more?”
They nodded earning another smack. “Use your voice,” he ordered. Then smirked, “Nice and loud, baby.”
“Fu…fuck!” they cried as he continued his ministrations, stroking, teasing, flicking, a blend of pleasure and pain only he could produce for them. Despite the soft of the mattress, their knees were beginning to ache, their arms trembling with the effort to hold themselves aloft as Nijimura tortured them with sweet, twisted pleasure, drawing louder and louder encouragement from their lips. “I….I need….I need it,” they begged.
“You need what, hmmmmm? To come? Is that what my kouhai wants? You want release?”
“Yes! Oh god, please, please Nijimura-senpai, make me come!”Eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, Nijimura increased the pressure of his touch, drawing them closer….closer… until…. “Come,” he whispered in their ear and they practically exploded, collapsing on the mattress.
Sucking in oxygen at a rapid pace, their glazed eyes met his as he drew them to their back. “When you’ve caught your breath,” he advised, eyes dark and full of want, “you’ll be putting that loud mouth of yours to use in another way.” He stroked his still erect cock. “Can’t leave your senpai hanging, now can you?”
We do too anon! It’s so much fun to see what you all come up with and they’re so good! Personally, I’m doing fairly well, thank you for your well wishes! I love having opportunities to write for characters not typically asked for and I hope you enjoy these! – Admin Jade
Takao
The plan had been to take the day easy, laying around and probably eating copious amounts of junk food lulling the two of them into an afternoon nap.
That was the plan.
But Takao had other ideas that involved chasing them down to unleash tickles until they screamed for mercy which turned into them running like children through the house, his chasing and them evading.
“You’ll never escape!” he laughed, tearing up the stairs behind them. They rounded the corner a bit to quickly, sliding on the hallway rug but amazingly managed to maintain balance. Just as they were home-free and about to reach the bedroom with a lock on its door they heard a crash from behind coupled with a groan of pain.
Turning swiftly, their eyes widened at the sight of Takao on the floor, the same rug which had almost tripped them up claiming him as its victim.
“Kazunari!” they shouted in panic, rushing back to his side. Just as they leaned fully on their knees, he sprung up making them scream in surprise as he pushed them to their back, fingers digging into their side making them squirm and squeal. “You brat! I can’t believe you made me think you were hurt!” The rest of their protestations were covered with uncontrolled laughter.
“All’s fair in love and war my dear and this round goes to me!” Takao gloated.
When breathing became an issue, he finally relented, releasing them to lie panting on the ground. “I…gonna….get….you,” they insisted, shaking a clenched fist in his direction.
“Sure, ______, sure,” he mocked, patting their knee as he stood.
The next moment he was gasping as they leapt upon his back and blew raspberries right against the most sensitive spot on his neck.
“Are you trying to tickle me or turn me on?” he complained, reaching behind to poke their sides, the action causing them to relinquish their hold.
They spun him around, fingers threading through his hair to drag his mouth to their own. Takao moaned into the kiss, hands clasping firmly to their hips. “Now I’m trying to turn you on,” they teased, moving backwards with his hands in their own towards the same room they’d been seeking refuge from him in.
Hayama
The flicker of the TV casts an uneven glow in the dark room leading Hayama’s eyes to begin succumbing to the urge to close, his head nodding forward before he snaps it back up. Sniffing, he casts his eyes sideways, surprised to see they’re fully immersed in the movie. How? It’s soooooo boring! Taking a deep breath, he tries to refocus but he’s been watching at half consciousness and so has no real idea what’s going on. Shaking his head, he smacks his cheeks working to stay awake. This was not how he’d wanted to spend the day with them, his plan to have taken them to the park to enjoy a walk, or the paddle boats, or maybe even a little bit of one on one just for fun. But no, the sky decided to open up sending a copious amount of water to the earth.
Glancing at them again, he notices their stance, leaned against the arm of the couch exposing their side. He grins behind his palm then as nonchalantly as possible, moves closer. They notice, of course, sending him a warm smile. It almost makes him feel bad for what he’s about to do; almost.
When he’s at the perfect distance, he pounces, earning a startled squeak then shriek as his fingers find their mark against the flesh under their shirt.
“Kotaro! Stop! Damn it, what is wrong with you!” But their protests fall on deaf ears, Hayama merely increasing his pursuit of torturing them. “I swear…you’re…gonna…get it!”
They roll towards the edge of the couch, falling heavily on to their butt only to jump back up and lunge for him. Hayama is ready for them, grabbing their wrists and holding them up away from him.
“You think that’ll stop me!” they yell, voice full of mirth and retaliation. Deftly, they perch on his lap, toes digging into his sides making him yelp.“That…you….I….” he gasps, working hard to speak and failing as laughter overtakes his attempts.
A moment later, they’re on their ass again as he loses his grip upon them.
“Are you…ok?” he asks.
They wave away his concern, catching their own breath. “What got into you?” they manage to ask after a few moments.
He shrugs, eyes closed. “Nothing really, just wanted to have some fun.”
A second later he’s spluttering as a pillow comes in clean contact with his head. Whipping it down, he grins at them standing with their own cushioned weapon in their hands. “Round two,” they quip then swing again.
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