aomine nsfw scenario when he comes to his gf workplace during lunch only to find she’s alone and touching herself ;) THANKS

There were many benefits to having your own office. It was quiet, with a view and private; which really came in handy when you just needed to be.

It had been a week since your last opportunity to be with Aomine and the urge had grown too strong.

Which is how you ended up with your door shut, curtains drawn and hand down the waistline of your skirt, panties around your ankles. You moaned, low in your throat, head tipping back against your chair. You grew wetter, fingers rubbing over your clit in quick circles as you imagined Aomine between your thighs.

“Now that’s a sight.”

You gasped loudly, eyes flying open to find Aomine leaned against the door frame, a salacious smirk on his face.

“Shut the fucking door,” you whispered, cheeks burning red.

He did as you commanded. “If you really wanted privacy, you should have locked it,” he teased, loosening his tie as he stalked forward, eyes hungry.

You swallowed under the pierce of his gaze. “Well, you’re the only one who’d walk in without knocking, jackass.” You shifted again, legs rubbing together.

“Seems I interrupted something important,” Aomine went on, tossing his tie to your couch as he reached your chair. His hands landed on each arm, caging you in as he leaned into your space. His mouth hovered just above yours, breath hot. “How about switching your solo time to a collaboration?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you groaned, pulling on the back of his neck and capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.

“Fuck, I love it when you get bossy,” he rasped, drawing you up into his arms. His hands tore at your shirt, ripping buttons and revealing your black lace bra. “Damn, you look fine like this,” he complimented, removing the shirt as he kissed the tops of your breasts, mouthing at them like a starving man.

His hands pushed up your skirt and he hoisted you onto the desk, falling to his knees and plunging his face between your thighs, lapping at your heated center.

You fell back against the desk onto your elbows, watching him work you over, trying to keep your moans quiet but it was so hard when his tongue was doing that.

Your head tipped back, chest heaving as he sucked your clit. “Damn it, Daiki, fuck! Oh god, yes, please, please!”

It didn’t take you long to come, thighs shaking around his head. He didn’t give you time to catch your breath, instead flipping you round, pushing your chest against the desk and his dick into your waiting snatch. “Fuck, you’re so wet, god!”

He thrust hard, pelvis smacking against your ass, fist clenched in your hair and you both groaned.

He came hard, filling you to overflowing and collapsed against you to catch his breath.

“I need to visit you at work more often,” he said.

“I’ll probably have to find a new place of employment given that we were most likely heard,” you complained, working to stand upright.

He gave you a wicked grin. “Don’t worry babe, I got rid of ‘em, sent everyone to an early lunch.”

“How you have so much control over my staff I don’t want to know,” you sighed.

“Hey, why don’t you call it an early day? Your shirt’s fucked, you’re fucked but I’m not done fucking you, not by a long shot,” he said.

You didn’t even bother arguing; what would be the point when you wanted the same thing?

Could I have a Aomine x fem reader scenario? They were on their way to a game an the bus flipped over, causing the reader to hit her head. Then they go to the hospital and she’s in a coma. She wakes a few days later an remembers everything and is more worried about him. Angst to fluff please?

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.

53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ” with Kiyoshi and Riko!! Thank you!

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“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.”

So sweet! Thank you for writing it!

Aomine – If I can’t have you…

ASK: slight aomomo scenario when she says “It hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _____.” (aomine just loves momoi’s best friend (reader) ) thanks Jade!

Aomine’s shoulders ached with a tenseness he hadn’t felt in a long time; he was nervous. His foot bounced under the table, knee jostling the cup of coffee he didn’t even want. With a huff, he grabbed it, stood and chucked it in the trash. No sense in making his stomach more upset.

The chime of the bell above the door to the cafe he sat in drew his attention to it and he felt his throat clench; there she was.

Her eyes found his quickly but the smile she sent was strained; was this even a good idea? Within he shook his head. This was his best friend he was looking at, the person who’d stood by him through so much shit of his own making he wondered at her sanity sometimes. No matter the result of this meeting, he had to see things through.

He owed her that much.

Awkwardly he stood, unsure if he should hug her but she saved him the trouble by patting his back as she walked to the vacant chair across from his own and sat. He followed suit, retaking his seat, hands clenching together on the table top. He hated vulnerability but she’d always been able to read him like a book anyway, so he might as well not add to his plight by working to keep a facade they both knew would crumble anyway.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, both uncertain where or even how to start.

“You look…nice,” Aomine tried, unsure of the words as soon as they left his mouth.

Satsuki smiled again, a delicate blush on her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

And then the silence returned.

Finally Aomine took a breath and began, “Look, Satsuki, I don’t know what-”

“It’s not your fault, it’s me, Daiki,” she interrupted.

He fell quiet, trying to be patient, trying to give her the time she needed to say what she’d come here to say. Finally she inhaled deeply, but kept her eyes on the table, unable to meet his as she confessed, “It just…it hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _______.”

Aomine’s chest burned, his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage. What was he supposed to say to that? She went on hurriedly, “Which is, of course, not your fault. You can’t help how you feel, I just…I couldn’t stay and watch. It hurt too much.”

“And what about me? What about _____? You think it didn’t hurt us when you just fucking disappeared?” Aomine tried to keep the anger out of his voice but as usual he couldn’t manage but be anything except brutally honest.

Satsuki took in a shaky breath and forced herself to look him in the eye. “I know it was wrong but I just…I had to be selfish. I had to get away because there was no way I could watch the boy – the man – I’d fallen in love with love someone else.” She stood, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. “I’d hope time away would dull the pain but seeing you-”

She cut herself off with a choked sob, tucking her chin down and running to the door. Aomine watched her go, every ounce of him screaming to give chase, but he knew it would be fruitless. Just as he couldn’t help how he felt about the two most important women in his life, he knew Satsuki couldn’t help how she felt about him and forcing her to stay would just make everyone more miserable.

With a grunt, he stood, took one last look at the cafe that had been their safe haven and walked out, never to return again.

Hello Jade :) Could I join your supernatural AU? How about scenario of Exorcist!aomine dating a girl who is unknowingly possessed by Asmodeus (lust demon), they have sex almost everyday and it caused her to get pregnant. One day one of his friends find out that she’s possessed when she’s on her fifth month pregnancy, should he’s doing exorcism spell or let her and their baby in a danger? (Nsfw then angst with happy ending?) Thank u.

“Fuck baby, and I thought I was the horn dog in this relationship.” Aomine thrust forward, his dick gliding easily in and out of her dripping core, the vision making his mouth water. She was so hot, so sexy and all the time willing and ready. More than willing, really, if he were honest. In fact, she was oftentimes down right insatiable. Almost every day or night it was the same situation if different circumstances. Him fingering her in the shower, her going down on him in the movie theatre, her riding his face on the bed, or, like now, her with her back on the bed, ankles against his shoulders and his cock driving into her.

Her breasts bounced wildly, her screams getting louder as he thrust and thrust and thrust. “Harder, Daiki, fuck me harder!” He grunted, sweat rolling down his temples; he wasn’t sure he could go any harder! Pulling out, he flipped her to her knees, stood by the bed and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. Now on his feet, he had more strength to his legs, shoving into her roughly and tugging on her hips. “That’s it! Just like that! Oh fuck, just like that!” she bellowed, heedless of who heard her wanton cries.

Aomine came hard, spilling his seed deep in her womb. He didn’t notice the glow of her eyes, nor the chuckle in her chest as the demon within sated it’s hunger; and its plan to bring terror into this world.

It’d been a long while since Aomine had last seen Imayoshi, the man he’d learned his trade from. But there was no mistaking that calculating stare through cold eyes as he rounded the corner with his now five months pregnant girlfriend. “Wow Aomine-kun,” grinned his fellow exorcist, “Never thought I’d see the day you’d be in the family way.”

“Yeah, well, things change,” he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. The truth was, he was terrified to be a father. How was he going to raise a kid in his line of work? It was constantly dangerous and there was no telling where he’d be called to next, sometimes being gone for months at a time. Such had been the case when she notified him of the pregnancy, though she was much more calm about it that him. When he’d returned home, he decided to take a leave of absence, relying heavily on his friends for support until he could figure out what to do in terms of work.

Coming out of his ruminations, Aomine saw a peculiar look cross Imayoshi’s face. “What’s with the face?” he snapped, suddenly on high alert.

Seeming to meet his gaze, though it was hard to tell sometimes with the older male, Imayoshi said quietly, “Aomine-kun, where’re your rosary beads and amulet?”

Aomine’s teeth grit. “I lost’em, been lookin’ but the damn things have disappeared.”

“Funny choice of words,” murmured Imayoshi, still eyeing the woman before him with caution. “Then again, you never were really good at sensing things beyond an easy score.”

A flash of anger flew through Aomine’s eyes. “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Imayoshi sighed, drawing out a cross and gun, leveling both at the mother of Aomine’s child. “It means, you couldn’t identify a lust demon if it bit you in the ass, which, I’m guessing,” he added wryly, “this one has done on more than one occasion.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Aomnie roared but before he could do anything further, his girlfriend pushed away, running surprisingly quick for a woman in her second trimester.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Imayoshi hollored over his shoulder while in hot pursuit of the possessed woman.

He cornered her in an abandoned building a few blocks away. Despite a supernatural influx of stamina, the fetus within her womb took up entirely too much energy for the chase to continue. She lay on her side, legs outward and chest heaving as Imayoshi closed in upon her. “I’m sorry my dear,” he said, tone lacking any of the remorse his words claimed, “but this is the only way.”

Her head shot up, eyes blazing red. A voice, low and guttural shook him to his bones. “You fool! It’s already too late! You could shoot her and it would do nothing! This baby will go on, will bring about death and destruction of a scale beyond your comprehension!” Behind Imayoshi stood Aomine, rooted to the spot in shock. Had he really…brought about the end of the world because of his inability to recognize this creature?

“You’re still learning,” Imayoshi’s voice insisted, though why he was trying to comfort Aomine he didn’t know. “But there may be another way.”

“What?” Aomine asked, moving next to his mentor.

“An exorcism,” replied the bespectacled male simply. His eyes glanced to the blue hair. “But you’ll have to do it, since it’s your child in there.”

Aomine swallowed thickly, grabbing his prayer book from his back pocket. It’d been a while since he last did this and he wasn’t sure he had the strength needed to pull it off. He’d never intended to get this involved with the woman before him at all, initially going back to her because she was such an easy lay. The thought brought an unexpected wave of shame over him as realization of deeper feelings took root in his heart. How could he do this to her? How could he have not known she was possessed? Maybe even helped her when they first met?

But no, as with everything else in his life, Aomine was only focused on what he wanted and could get; consequences quite literally be damned.

“Is that pity I see? Or perhaps worse…love?” mocked the demon. It laughed, cold. “It doesn’t matter, if you proceed you’ll most likely kill her but I…I will endure. I will fully immerse into the child and become stronger.”

“Not unless I kill you first,” Aomine growled. With a heavy heart, he began the incantation, the demon screaming until Aomine thought his eardrums were going to burst but he persisted, shouting at the top of his lungs the words which would drive the creature back to hell. The walls shook, cracks appearing on the ceiling as plaster fell in sheets around them but he kept at it, pouring all his will, all his power, all his love for the woman and child he now knew he couldn’t live without, into the exorcism.

Finally, with a blinding flash of green light, the room fell silent as she collapsed on her back, unconscious. Aomine rushed forward, horrified to see deep scratch marks all over her body and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Feeling for a pulse and finding none, Aomine shouted for Imayoshi to help him, leaning down to seal his mouth with hers and pushed air into her lungs. Imayoshi began chest compressions, both men working frantically to try to revive her. Finally, she gulped in a deep breath of air.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Imayoshi insisted.

“Tell them to take us to Midorima. He knows about my job and won’t give us shit about her condition once we tell him what happened. Well, he will but he won’t call the cops to arrest us,” Aomine advised.

Hours later, a pacing Aomine looked up as a pensive looking Midorima entered the hallway. “It was touch and go,” he began, “but it seems the mother at least will survive. As for your son,” his green eyes met wide blue, “I’m afraid the odds are not good. He’s vastly premature but the damages were so extensive to her body externally and internally we had no choice but to bring him out. He’s in isolation for now. I’m not sure when you can see him, but her,” he indicated the door, “you can at least sit with.”

Aomine didn’t wait any longer, surging into her room. Looking at the bed, his heart sank at how broken and fragile she looked. He sat in the visitor’s seat, large hand taking hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

It took several months for things to iron out.

Upon waking, she didn’t have any clue who Aomine was, her memories of their time together a blank thanks to the demon possessing her. But eventually, Aomine wormed his way into her heart and the couple watched over their son. The day finally came where he was strong enough to be held and as he was placed in Aomine’s arms, the former exorcist couldn’t stop some tears from falling.

They had a long way to go, but here in his arms, was a miracle and he wasn’t going to let anyone, man or beast, take him away.

Okay! Since I’m trying to get back into Kuroko no Basuke, I’m going to request one for that series! Can I get Supernatural AU headcanons or scenario of a vampire Kuroko falling in love with a girl dressed as a witch on Halloween? Whether it’s at a party, or if she’s handing candy to kids, ect, is up to you! If it’s alright, maybe it can end with a flash forward of them living together? (/)///v//() thank you!

Kuroko hadn’t even meant to be out that night. Even with as much personal control as he had it was always a risk allowing himself to be completely surrounded by humans on such a powerfully magic night. But there he was and so was she, dressed in a black corset and purple tulle skirt, her pointed hat completing the look; a classic witch.

He knew instantly she was human; her scent gave that much away. But that didn’t stop him from being intrigued, more curious about her than anyone else at the party.

A glass of punch later and they were talking. She was charming, a beautiful smile almost always present on her face. In all his years of existence, he’d never meant anyone like her before.

It hadn’t taken long for him to fall for her completely.

Explaining to her his origin and species had been nerve wracking, but she’d taken everything in stride, understanding his needs and even coming up with very viable alternatives to his drinking from humans.

And now, here they are, a year later dwelling in his castle on the hill. But he knows, better than most, passing time is their enemy. While he remains ever young, she continues to age. It isn’t a problem, per se, but Kuroko knows his unbeating heart; were she to cease to exist, it would be the literal nail in his coffin.

Her eyes are soft, hand gentle against his face as the smile he fell in love with takes over her face. “I’m yours, Tetsuya. I trust you.”

He sighs, drawing her into his arms, body shaking. He never thought he’d see the day he wanted to change someone, to take away the sun, the warmth, the light.

As if she can hear his thoughts, she whispers in his ear, “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve always preferred the shadows.”

He smiles around his fangs, pressing their points to her skin. “Are you sure?” he asks one last time.

When she nods, he bites down, releasing the toxin that will transform her, make her one of his kind.

Make her his forever.

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reposted because I can’t delete a friggin reply

Anonymous said: hey can I
get nsfw Kagami where he and his s/o fight because of s/o’s fault and she walks
out on him, Kagami felt guilty and worried and went after her and it starts
raining into the night, he finds her surrounded by thugs and saves her,
afterward they went home and have makeup sex

Okay
I’m gonna tweak this if you don’t mind! Also please note that this is the last
request from the previous askbox, and not part of the 12 asks I plan on picking
for Christmas/New Year!

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Female!Reader
ahead.

When
the door slammed shut, all memory of what happened seemed to evaporate to thin
air. Even now, fifteen minutes after you stormed out of Kagami’s apartment, he
is still thinking about what led you to argue like that. It was not nice, not
at all nice, and he winces at the memory. Heated conversation turned into
shouting. He remembers your face and your reddened eyes, the way tears stream
down your face as you whisper out the words that cut him deep.

“Your
face is the last thing I want to see right now.”

He
murmurs expletives as he looks at the clock, indicating how late and dark the
night is already. Though the skies disclose nothing as it approaches midnight,
he senses the cool winds sweeping into the living room through open windows.
It’s going to rain soon, he realizes, and he doesn’t know where you are at. The
phone in his hand is bright, the only source of light in the room and the only
way to reach you, but he fails to do so. He isn’t surprised, but is still
disappointed that you won’t pick up the phone.

Hearing
the low but loud rumble of thunder from outside, Kagami curses one last time,
grabbing a jacket before running out of the house into the dark.

A
mile away, you’re clutching at your dead phone as you glare into a man’s eyes.

Out
of the frying pan and into the fire, one might say. You really did not expect
thugs to be around, but you admit internally that I was your fault for thinking
so and letting your guard down. It’s probably around midnight already, of
course there are bound to be a group or two hanging around the nearby
neighborhood.

“C’mon, just one bar, I promise.”

Like
you can keep your word, pal, you resist the urge to scoff and instead
try to walk past him. He’s probably a couple of years older than you, his build
is towering and intimidating, though it doesn’t seem like he works out. You
find yourself thinking about how to take him out in a fist fight—impossible,
you deduce, despite your ability to pack a punch. He’s just going to brush it
off.

“I
said no,” you say in a clipped tone. When a hand grips your forearm, you
freeze. He’s close, you don’t need to feel his breath on you to know.

“I’ll
buy you a drink and all that,” he chuckles dryly and you fail to see the humor
in the situation. Footsteps fall behind you. “Found a plaything for us
tonight, boys,” he says again, this time with his face away from you. You’re
thankful he can’t see you clench your teeth at the arrival of his company.

“Let
her go.”

You
turn your head so fast to look behind you. Kagami stands there, behind the
two-three people obviously associated with the guy who’s got a hold on you. A
weird mix of emotions rush through you, but they are mostly relief blended with
guilt, like you’re happy to see him but you don’t want to see him at the same time.

“You never told me you got a date,
babe,” he coos at you sickeningly after getting a good look at your latest
guest. The man pushes you forward, your staggering footsteps bringing you
straight to Kagami without a single interference from the other thugs. They
probably know better—anyone can see the hint of muscle underneath his jacket
and the tank top he’s wearing. He might not be an experienced fighter, this you
know, but they only need to think he is.

“If
you ever touch her again—”

“Yeah,
yeah, you’re gonna fuck me up or whatever,” the leader of the group declares,
waving dismissively at the two of you. The sudden disinterest can only be a
facade for embarrassment. Fear, even. They only act bored to run. The man turns
to you one last time.

“You’re
lucky Romeo came for you, babe,” he purrs, and you feel your skin crawl at the
sight of his smirk, “but if you wanna have a good time—”

Kagami
turns you around and away from the man, leading you by the hand into a light
jog. His blood boils at the way you have been treated and ogled at, and he just
wants to wash that man’s stare off your body.

There
is a flash of lightning before the two of you feel the light shower, and Kagami
takes off his jacket for your cover in time for the pour that follows immediately
after. The two of you aren’t lucky enough to evade the downpour and reach home
only almost ten minutes later, soaked to the bone.

“I’m
sorry,” you say simultaneously to the door closing. Something inside you makes
you feel scared about saying those words. You hope he doesn’t hear you, but you
know better. Kagami leads you to the bedroom.

“Let’s
get changed.”

Kagami
undresses, not bothering to close the door, but you’re still paralyzed with
guilt as the memories of the fight resurface. Not even his damp, bare skin can
distract you from the thoughts. Kagami sighs, dumping the tank top and his
shorts into the hamper at the corner of the room, leaving him only in a pair of
black boxer shorts that looks like an incredibly tight fit.

“You’re wet,” his voice is low, laced
with something you refuse to give in to but want to an unknown extent. Those
simple words sound so dirty though you know he is referring to
your state after running under the rain. You hear the drip,
drip of
water from your hair onto the floorboard. He takes a step forward. Two.

Then
his hands are on your blouse, unbuttoning it ever so slowly.

“I’m
sorry, too,” he whispers.

You
cup his face and yank him into a deep kiss, a result of desperation and lust,
or maybe something more than that. You’re still peeved at the way you fought
earlier—arguments like that are rare in your relationship—and you remind
yourself to incite another more civilized conversation with him, but later.
Later, after the two of you finish ravaging each other. Right now, you think as
you run your hands up and down his slick torso, you want him to fill you up, to
hurt you, to tell you he’s yours and you his, to bite you, to touch you.

You
want him to love you.

“You
are the only thing I want right now.”

Just as amazing as the first time 😉! I love your depth of emotion in very simplistic description. You pour so much into your pieces and even though I know it isn’t, you make it seem easy because your prose flows so well!

Kiyoshi Tepp-bae wink wonk Ummm D, O, R, and Y lolol

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Hello dear! Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long to do. I did say (2) letters per character so I went ahead and picked them. Hope you enjoy!

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

Teppei moans into her neck, sliding his hands up and down her waist as she grinds against his crotch. They’d barely made it into his apartment, her lips everywhere she could reach on the taller male. He’d chucked his shirt but hadn’t had the presence of mind to yank off his pants or her skirt before pulling her into his lap. The feel of her pressed against his burning erection pulls a sharp inhale from them both.

“Uhn, that feels so good,” he moans, thrusting upwards.

“Teppei, let me up so we can take off our clothes.” She moves to stand up but he tugs her down.

“Please baby, I can’t wait,” he confesses, eyes burning into hers.

She nods, shifting her weight to a preferable angle and presses down hard, raking her fingers through his hair to tug his face to her chest, the top of which he’s managed to expose through use of eager fingers prior to his hands reaching their current position on her hips. He licks the salt sweat from her skin, reveling in the taste of her as she continues to grind against him.

The room fills with the sound of heavy breathing, gasps and moans of each other’s name

occasionally

breaking through.

Kiyoshi falls heavily against the back of the couch, mouth hung open in desperation for air. He feels too hot, pants uncomfortably tight when she moves away but every time she hits down it’s at the exact pressure he needs for searing pleasure to rip through his body.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m…I’m so close. You’re so good at making me feel good.”

She leans forward, head swimming from the power trip of having her normally goofball boyfriend so thoroughly coming undone. He jumps when her tongue thrusts into his ear, shivering the next moment as it trails along the rim of the same before her breath ghosts over him, her voice surprisingly deep as she says, “Come for me, Iron Heart.”

A groan rips from his throat as Kiyoshi allows himself to let go, releasing into his pants.

She stills her motion, both still breathing heavily. When their eyes open and gazes meet, she smiles sweetly, trailing her fingers delicately over his face. He returns the smile, eyes half closed and legs twitching, aftershocks of his explosive orgasm.

“Feel better?” she asks, leaning forward to peck his lips.

He nods. “Mmmhmmm and as a thank you,” he leans to the side, shifting to lie back on the couch while drawing her hips towards his head, “I’m gonna make sure you get a hell of a ride yourself.”

Kiyoshi Tepp-bae wink wonk Ummm D, O, R, and Y lolol

Hello dear! Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long to do. I did say (2) letters per character so I went ahead and picked them. Hope you enjoy!

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

Teppei moans into her neck, sliding his hands up and down her waist as she grinds against his crotch. They’d barely made it into his apartment, her lips everywhere she could reach on the taller male. He’d chucked his shirt but hadn’t had the presence of mind to yank off his pants or her skirt before pulling her into his lap. The feel of her pressed against his burning erection pulls a sharp inhale from them both.

“Uhn, that feels so good,” he moans, thrusting upwards.

“Teppei, let me up so we can take off our clothes.” She moves to stand up but he tugs her down.

“Please baby, I can’t wait,” he confesses, eyes burning into hers.

She nods, shifting her weight to a preferable angle and presses down hard, raking her fingers through his hair to tug his face to her chest, the top of which he’s managed to expose through use of eager fingers prior to his hands reaching their current position on her hips. He licks the salt sweat from her skin, reveling in the taste of her as she continues to grind against him.

The room fills with the sound of heavy breathing, gasps and moans of each other’s name

occasionally

breaking through.

Kiyoshi falls heavily against the back of the couch, mouth hung open in desperation for air. He feels too hot, pants uncomfortably tight when she moves away but every time she hits down it’s at the exact pressure he needs for searing pleasure to rip through his body.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m…I’m so close. You’re so good at making me feel good.”

She leans forward, head swimming from the power trip of having her normally goofball boyfriend so thoroughly coming undone. He jumps when her tongue thrusts into his ear, shivering the next moment as it trails along the rim of the same before her breath ghosts over him, her voice surprisingly deep as she says, “Come for me, Iron Heart.”

A groan rips from his throat as Kiyoshi allows himself to let go, releasing into his pants.

She stills her motion, both still breathing heavily. When their eyes open and gazes meet, she smiles sweetly, trailing her fingers delicately over his face. He returns the smile, eyes half closed and legs twitching, aftershocks of his explosive orgasm.

“Feel better?” she asks, leaning forward to peck his lips.

He nods. “Mmmhmmm and as a thank you,” he leans to the side, shifting to lie back on the couch while drawing her hips towards his head, “I’m gonna make sure you get a hell of a ride yourself.”