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.

Hey love, if you feel like doing some NSFW, I would LOVE a continuation for the scenario you did when you did the NSFW-Alphabet, (The one where you chose from Anons letters D & O) – because oh boy, I am thirsty for Kiyoshi, and I am not ashamed to admit it :D

PART ONE

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.

is it okay to request now? how about nsfw of aomine daiki and gf fight over something but after several times later, Daiki (for the first time) admitted that all is his fault. make up sex pls? thanks

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?”

Well, you can’t really argue with that.

Kuroko – Snuggle Honey

ASKS:

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” With Kuroko!

How about Kuroko, “You’re lucky you’re cute”

I felt these two worked well together.

You know this is a bad idea. Kuroko has been exhausted – you both have – trying to adjust to your first year as university students. But you can’t help it, you miss him too much and tomorrow is going to be another long, responsibility filled day that you just don’t think you can face without some time with him. Even if you’re both unconscious.

The hinges squeak and you wince but you’ve come too far to stop now. Gingerly you step further into his room, each sound feeling like it’s intensified ten times in the near silence. Finally you reach your goal and gently pull the covers back to make way next to your somehow still slumbering boyfriend.

It isn’t easy but you manage to get all the way horizontal, spooning your back to his front. Just when you think you’re home free you hear his sleepy voice say, “You come to my room and wake me up at 4:00 AM to cuddle?”

“I just…I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep and I missed you and-”

His arm snakes around your waist, drawing you completely flush to himself. Through a yawn he says, “You’re lucky you’re cute, ____-chan.” Then he’s back to sleep, but with a smile on his face.

I pulled a prompt starter, hope you don’t mind: “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” Whatever you want with that with Kagami please! Thank you!

terriblesportsimagines:

I love prompt starters! Enjoy~ I went a predictable route lol

Kagami Taiga

You weren’t
sure what you expected to happen in the aftermath. Maybe for everything to work itself out. Maybe for the man you loved to realize how
you felt about him. Maybe for you not to
be sitting home alone on a Friday night just like you’d been doing for months
and months.

Maybe for said
man to realize you didn’t sleep with just anyone and that it was special.

But
apparently it wasn’t special, not to him, because since that night, you’d seen
him three times and every time he treated you exactly like he did before: just
like he treated all his friends, with laughing comradery that was completely
devoid of any romantic attachment. He
said nothing of that night, didn’t even acknowledge it happening.

Okay, so
you’d both been a little bit drunk, but not enough to forget. You should have realized
something was wrong when you woke up alone in bed, the only trace of him being
there was a faint warmth on the pillow and the toilet seat in your bathroom
being up. He wasn’t the type to just run
away – he usually met things head on, like the tiger he was named after. But there was no doubt in your mind that this
time he’s sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him.

Well, you’d
given him the chance to come to you on his own terms, and he’d failed you
miserably. You weren’t sure what his
problem was, but you didn’t think it wasn’t because he didn’t have feelings for
you. You remembered the words whimpered
in your ear that night, which made his attitude following that much worse.

Temper
fraying as hurt expanded, you cornered him in the hallway that led to the
bathrooms at the bar you were at with the bigger group. He wasn’t escaping or avoiding this time, you
refused. “Kagami.” You stated, forcing his back
against the wall and narrowing her eyes.
“We have to talk.”

His heavy
brow furrowed and he looked distinctly uncomfortable. “A-And we have do that here?”

“Yes, here,
because if you had your way, we wouldn’t talk at all.” You snapped, furious. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen,
cause guess what? It did!” When he
opened his mouth, you just knew something that would make you even angrier was
going to come out, so you cut him off.
“Lord help you, Kagami Taiga, if you as what it is.”

Everything
about him deflated and he looked so profoundly uncomfortable that it made your
insides clench. Could it be
possible? Had you misread him so
badly? You thought your feelings were
shared, but maybe he’d just said those things in the heat of the moment. Maybe he hadn’t meant any of them.

“What’s
there to talk about?” He muttered, unable to look at you. “It happened… I thought we were just not going
to mention it… ever.”

It was kind
of like being stabbed in the heart, hearing those words fall from his
lips. You reminded yourself to breathe,
that crying wasn’t a rational response to this.
“And… why would you think that?”

His face
twisted even more, but you thought you saw something very akin to despair move
through his eyes, like it was painful to speak.
“Cause… isn’t that what people do when they get drunk and sleep with
their friend?” He swallowed
heavily. “To stay friends… you pretend
it didn’t happen?”

You took a
deep breath. “And that’s… what you
want? How you feel? You want to forget
about it?”

Kagami’s
mouth open and closed like a gaping fish.
His eyes shifted to and fro like he was afraid to meet your gaze though
you didn’t know why. For someone who
wanted to forget it ever happened, he wasn’t doing a good job of convincing you
that was how he felt. He sounded
hesitant to you. He was not a man that
was good at hiding what he felt.

“I… don’t
know…” Kagami stammered, going red in the face.

That’s when
it hit you – he wasn’t a man that was good at hiding what he felt, but he was
also not a man that was particularly good with words. You were going to have to be the one that
reached out, because he was probably afraid.
It was weird to think about, because Kagami Taiga wasn’t exactly known
for fear, but he was kind of shy
right?

Deciding
that words weren’t going to change anything or make him understand, you decided
actions would mean more to him. They always did. Grabbing him by the front of the shirt, you
yanked him down to your level and took over his lips with yours. You were merciless in your kiss, not giving
him a moment to breath or even react before you made it more solid. You slowed down after that, giving him a
chance to escape if that’s what he wanted, just brushing the tip of your tongue
along the bottom of his lip to give him an idea of what you wanted.

He seemed to
flounder for a few seconds, just long enough to give you second thoughts. Just as you were thinking about pulling away
and going to drown yourself, he reacted with the force of a hurricane. He dragged you against him completely and
took control of the kiss, clutching you for dear life. He deepened the kiss of his own accord,
dueling you, though truthfully, you didn’t put up much of a fight. You were just left hanging on.

“Damn it,”
he swore, tearing his lips from yours.
His arms were so tight around you that there was barely room to
breathe. “Of course I don’t fucking mean
it.”

Your cheek
touched his chest and you could hear how fast his heart was beating. “T-Taiga-”

“I love
you!” He whispered fiercely. “I’ve
always…. Always loved you. I thought you
didn’t… I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.”

Smiling, you
tipped your head back and squeezed him.
“That doesn’t matter now. As long
as you keep kissing me and you take me home now.”

Kagami made
a sound like a dying man and kissed you once more, pushing you back. “Gladly.”

Awwwww Taiga! This was great!! Thank you!!

Kiyoshi Teppei – Good Enough

Sentence Prompt Request: Kiyoshi with “Am I not good enough?” With the reader asking that. You can end it however. It can be angsty or fluffy at the end. Thank you!

“I just,” he looked away, seeming to gather strength which looked odd on someone so big. He forced his eyes to yours. “I just need to go back.”

The words hit you like a freight train. Your heart hurt, ached with pain comparable to being stabbed and no less deadly.

He was better. So much so, apparently, that he felt called back to the court. To his team. To Japan.

Away from you.

“Am I-,” your voiced cracked under the strain of your hurt. You swallowed, blinking back tears. “Am I not good enough?”

Kiyoshi’s eyes welled with his own tears. He shook his head, loosening them to roll down his cheeks. “It’s not that, but-”

“Bullshit, Kiyoshi!” you spat, anger suddenly flooding your chest. He recoiled at your hostility, widened eyes releasing more tears. “If I was enough for you, you wouldn’t need them! Or is it…her?” You’d heard so much about Seirin, so much about Riko, that you couldn’t help the accusation falling from parted lips panting for breath as the weight of grief settled against your chest.

Kiyoshi faltered, hands outstretched seemingly to draw you close but you took a step back, fumbling for the door knob but you weren’t quick enough and his hands settled on your shoulders. But what you once fondly thought of as anchors – as security – felt like vices squeezing pain deep into your bones.

“________, please, look at me. I don’t want to leave with things like this, I don’t want..I’m not ending anything, I just need to be there.”

You looked up at him, pain burning in your eyes. “It won’t work.”

“Why? Why can’t we try?” he asked, voice low, trying for persuasion.

You shook your head, turned the knob and opened the door to step out of his embrace and into the cold, empty hall. “Because I know me. Plus, if I wasn’t good enough for you to stay, I won’t be good enough for you when you’re gone.”

Before he could protest further you turned and ran, tears finally flowing free.