the one with the timer of your first meeting ; first encounters!
AKASHI: Akashi tended to avoid things as absurd as fate. The idea of soulmates was something that had been passed down generations and, as a slight skeptic, a concept he didn’t really believe in. The only truth he believed in was tenacity and diligence — both of which had placed him upon the throne he sat today, not luck.
All the magic that came with finding your loved one, the sparkles and butterflies people spoke so fondly of, was almost blatantly horrifying. This was perhaps the reason why Akashi never really did look down on his timer, not after he decided that he would wait until he fell in love to check. Love at first sight was blind faith and he didn’t give much thought to it.
Until you that was. Meeting you had been somewhat accidental, a bumping of shoulders as you rushed down the sidewalk. Your hair caught in the wind as you whirled around, eyes blown wide in surprise, your pretty lips parting. It was almost cinematic, that moment. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, stumbling over your own feet and straight into his arms. It was comical to say the least but Akashi gave it no further thought as he caught you easily, reassuring you that it was okay. “I-I—oh my God, this is embarrassing, I’m super sorry. I have to run but I’m really sorry again!”
Something in his heart kicked him, urged him to ask for your name and introduce himself to you. But, again, he figured it was just a momentary lapse in judgment. As you looked down at where your arms were joined, wrists close to each other, he, for the first time in a very long time, looked at the numbers.
00:00:00 – your eyes widened even bigger. “Um,” you started, blinking.
“Akashi,” he suddenly said, wondering what in the world pushed him to do so. “It’s—lovely to finally meet you.”
Thank you for the congratulations and the request! Officer
Aomine is a popular one! I don’t think I followed the letter of the song
entirely because the rumor part is so small but I feel good about what I came
up with and think it is within the spirit of the song. If it’s so off the mark
you want me to try again, please let me know, but I hope you enjoy this!
“The one with the pink hair? I have no idea! Maybe an old
girlfriend?”
“Or a new one if the rumors about him are true. Really, I
thought he’d turned over a new leaf since marrying his wife but I guess people
never really change.”
“It’s just a shame because she’s so sweet…”
The voices of the two women fade to white noise as you hold
a shaking coffee cup in your hand. Thanks to the high backs of the booth in the
diner, they’d no idea you were able to hear their conversation. Not that you
were one to listen in on other people, but being alone you had nothing to
distract you and hearing your husband’s name of course caught your attention.
Now, you weren’t sure if you were glad to hear this or not. The phrase “ignorance
is bliss” wasn’t coined for no good reason.
They rise and walk out, still not noticing that one of the
subjects of their gossip is sitting with tears rolling down her face as they
continue their mindless chatter.
You sit there for a long time, staring into space as you go
over the last couple months in your mind. Daiki has been busy, picking up
extra shifts (or so he says) because he wants to make sergeant and with the
heavy competition within the department he needs to put in all the work he can.
But now you’re second guessing him, wondering if perhaps he’s
been lying to you this whole time. When you started dating Aomine after
college, some catty girls who never got past high school warned you that he
wouldn’t be faithful, that his sex drive was too high for one woman to satisfy.
Granted, you knew Aomine was a considerable horn dog, but it was just in his
nature being an alpha male. One year into the academy, he was working his ass
off to earn his stripes. When they’d tried to tell you more, you’d stopped
them. Regardless of how he was in the past, Aomine for the most part treated
you with respect and really cared about you.
So you continued dating for two years and at his graduation
from the academy he proposed.
That was five years ago and you’d never been happier; until
now.
You shake your head, standing up and tossing a tip on the
table as you make your way outside. It’s raining, but you can be bothered with
your umbrella. In times of reflection, you’ve found it soothing to walk beneath
the patter of water, symbolically cleansing your mind so you can think more
clearly. But the pounding of the drops and the claps of thunder only add to the
turmoil burning in your soul. It increases tenfold when you reach the substation
only to see your husband with his arms wrapped around a woman with pink hair
who, when she turns, you can see is pregnant.
A startled cry escapes your lips, but is drowned in the
sound of the downpour. You whole body is shaking, not from cold but from anger
and sadness; how could he be so blatant about his betrayal, standing in front
of the very place where all your friends reside because everyone knows a cop’s
life, and that of his wife, is so centered around their job there is no getting
away from it.
In a blind fury, you race away into the night, stumbling on
the slick ground where you cut up your knees pretty badly but you don’t feel
it, not with the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. You don’t know
how long you run, but it feels like forever. By the time you stop, you’re
somewhere you don’t recognize and realize with horror that when you fell you’d
dropped your purse which held your cell phone.
Crouching under a stairwell, body trembling from the cold, you
settle your head against your knees and cry until your eyes hold no more
tears. Time passes by slowly and you know you should get up and go home but you
simply don’t have the energy to try, don’t have the guts to face Daiki and what
he’s done. Was that why they were at the station? To show off what you struggled
to give him? Doesn’t he understand how much you love him? How much you were
willing to give up for him?
Drifting in and out of sleepy consciousness, your head
settles against the bricks behind you. Eventually, you fall prey to the lull of
sleep, body soaked to the bone and just not caring what happens to you anymore.
Warmth surrounds you and you wonder if you’ve left the
earthly plane for another. As you rouse, trying to open your eyes, you hear a
voice calling your name. It’s gravelly, laced with what seems to be pain and
worry but it can’t be who you think it is because he never shows those
emotions, never allows himself to appear weak in front of anyone, including
you.
But when you open your eyes, it’s to find Daiki leaning over
you, his hand holding one of yours while his other strokes the top of your
head. When you reach a full state of consciousness, you see his brow furrow and
there’s your Daiki.
“________, what the hell were you thinking? Do you know how
worried I was?”
“Officer Aomine, please-“begins the doctor but there’s no
stopping your husband once he gets going.
“I thought you were dead! And you could have been, you know,
with where they found you! Thank god Izuki has that damn eagle like vision
otherwise there’s no telling how long it could have been before you were found!”
Struggling to find your voice, you finally croak out, “What
do you care? You’ve got someone else now anyway.”
His body goes completely still, face the picture of shocked incredulity.
“What did you just say?” he says darkly.
You cough, taking a sip of water to coat your dry throat
before asking, “Why…why didn’t you tell me, you were so unhappy? Why did you have
to betray me like that?”
Aomine’s anger melts away to full blown confusion. He takes
your hand, squeezing it so you can’t let go and bores his gaze into your eyes. “I
have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, so either you’re delirious from
your fever or someone has been filling your head with absolute bullshit!”
“I saw you with her, Daiki!” you shout suddenly and the
whole room stills in the wake of your revelation.
Aomine wracks his brain, trying desperately to make sense of
what you’re saying. Then, as comprehension dawns, he starts to chuckle. Then he’s
doubled over in laughter, eyes watering. Your hands clench in tight fists and you
wish you had the strength to slug him a good one.
He works to compose himself quickly, wiping his eyes before
looking back into yours. Cupping your face with his large hands, the feel of
him hot against your skin, he says, “The “her” you’re referring to is one of my
oldest friends, Satsuki Kuroko.”
“Your…friend?” you ask weakly.
He nods, kissing your forehead and murmuring against your
skin, “Yes, my precious idiot. She and I grew up together, went to high school
together. We parted ways in college and she ended up going to the same school
as my best friend, Tetsu. They got married about a year ago and are having a
kid.”
“Well, if that’s true, where was he?” you counter.
“She’s here on business, decided to drop by and surprise me
because she always knows everything about everyone.”
“Why wasn’t she at our wedding if she’s such a good friend?”
“When I told her the date of it, she let me know she couldn’t
make it,” he supplies.
“Daiki, why didn’t you ever tell me about her?”
He shrugs. “I don’t talk about my past because I’m not that
proud of it. We moved on and grew up and have our own lives. But that doesn’t
mean we forgot about each other.” He kisses your lips, seeming to breathe life
back into your soul. “I wasn’t hiding her, she’s just…more of memory now.”
A choked sob pulls from your chest as you fling your arms
around Daiki’s neck. “I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry that I didn’t trust you! That
I worried you over nothing, that I-“
He kisses you again, more hotly, more passionately and you
can’t stop a moan from coming up in your throat. As he pulls away, he nips your
bottom lip. “I’ll forgive you…after giving you a proper punishment when you’re
all better.”
Suddenly, you feel quite warm again, but know it has nothing
to do with your fever.
So, even with all the requests I still have pending I simply
could not let this day go by without acknowledging that it is my fave boy’s
birthday! What better way to celebrate than a little happy birthday sexy time?
I hope you all enjoy and thank you again for being so patient with me while I
take the time I need to rest while also slowly working on your asks!
“Kise!” shouts Kasamatsu, throwing him a perfect pass. The
blonde ace catches it easily, dribbling around two defenders before jumping up
and sinking in yet another flawless dunk.
High fiving his captain he beams, “That was for your birthday,
senpai”
“Shut up and get back on defense!” snaps the brunette. As
Kise pouts, you snicker; he’s always so theatrical. Your eyes focus back on the
captain, heart skipping a beat when he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat from his
brow revealing tight, toned abs. Unconsciously, you lick your lips, eager to
taste the salt of his skin, feel the strength of his sinew and muscles beneath
your fingers.
The scrimmage game ends unsurprisingly in Kaijo’s favor and
the throngs of students who gathered to watch begin to disperse save for
yourself and few others who are close to the team. As Kasamatsu downs a water
bottle in one go, he watches you make your way towards him, a soft but warm
smile on your face. He feels his heart racing and it has little to do with the
physical exertion he just displayed. Even after almost a year of dating you, he
still can’t get used to the idea that a girl, a very beautiful and sweet one at
that, is his girlfriend.
“Great game, Yukio-kun,” you praise, giving him a peck on
the cheek.
Before he can respond, Kise is throwing an arm around his
neck. “It was, wasn’t it, _____-cchi! It’s always so nice to see you it the
stands!”
Kasamatsu flashes a glare of irritation at the ace, elbowing
him just hard enough to get him to release. “Baka, get off me,” he snaps then
looks back at you to see you stifling a laugh behind your hand.
Reaching into your purse, you pull out an envelope, handing
it to him with another kiss to his cheek. “I know you have things to take care
of today, but make sure you read that soon. I’ll see you later, k?”
He nods, a furious blush permanently staining his cheeks as
you saunter off. From beside him, he hears Kise comment, “Boy, senpai, you sure
hit the jackpot, wish I could find a girlfriend like her!”
Kasamatsu looks up at his kōhai’s face. “I thought you weren’t
interested in being tied down?” he asks heading towards the locker room for a
shower.
Kise scampers after him, shrugging his shoulders. “____-cchi
is special,” he says vaguely.
The captain stops, turning an almost murderous glare on the
blonde. “Don’t get any ideas, Kise.”
Kise shoots his hands up in defense, shaking his head from
side to side. “No, no, no, senpai! I would never
try anything with her.” He adds as they entered the room, “Besides, she’d kick
my ass harder than you if I did.”
Kasamatsu can’t stop the laugh that erupts at this
observation because he knows Kise is completely right.
Refreshed from his shower and changed back into street
clothes, Kasamatsu opens the envelope you left with him. Scanning the document
inside his eyes go wide, his entire body flushing hot with the realization of
just what you have in mind. His pulse is racing, a quiver shaking through him
with nerves and excitement.
“So senpai, what did _____-cchi give you?” Kise asks.
Kasamatsu doesn’t both replying, just takes off running in
the direction of where he knows you’re waiting for him. Kise looks after with a
confused look until he realizes the course his captain’s legs are taking him
and a small smile pulls at his lips; he really did hit the jackpot with you.
As Kasamatsu approaches the establishment, he feels his
heart pounding against the cage of his ribs. His eyes stray to the sign on the building,
a place he’s passed many times and fantasized about bringing you to but he’s
always been too nervous to make a move. Leave it to you to be the one to
initiate a rendezvous in a love hotel.
Walking to the front desk, he hands the receptionist the
paper as you instructed. She smiles pleasantly, handing him a key with a nice, “Have
a great evening and happy birthday.”
He blushes, stammering out a hurried thank you before taking
to the stairs; he has way too much energy to bother with the elevator. As he
arrives on the fifth floor, Kasamatsu pauses briefly in his steps to weigh what’s
about to happen in his heart. He’s been in love with you for a while, but never
has been able to get his voice to cough out the words. Tonight, he decides,
will be the night and it’s not just because he has an inkling of what you
intend to give him. It’s because if he keeps this in any longer, he’ll explode.
Reaching the door of the room, he swallows thickly, a
shaking hand inserting the key. Beyond the threshold lies, quite literally he’s
sure, the reality of his fantasies. Taking a deep breath, he rotates his wrist,
the click of the bolt sounding like a gunshot making him jump. As he pushes the
door open, his mouth goes completely dry.
There you are, surrounded by soft glowing light emitted from
clusters of candles strategically placed about the room. It’s warm inside but
not too hot though he feels quite flushed just from the sight of you alone.
Midnight black lace covers your body, the bodice of your lingerie pushing your
breasts up enticingly, your crossed legs encased in sheer stockings attached to
a tightly fit garter belt.
A slow, sultry smile upon lips stained with red greets him. Meeting
his eyes, you crook your finger in a come hither motion and Yukio feels his
feet move on autopilot. He could walk over hot coals and not feel them, so mesmerized
is he by your appearance. As he reaches you, you stand up, face closer to his
thanks to the assistance of your high heels. Leaning forward, you kiss him,
softly at first but with growing hunger. His hands remain at his side, fists
clenched and arms taut.
Pulling back, your breath ghosts across his face as you say,
“You can touch me, Yukio-kun.”
Trembling limbs raise up, palms settling against your bare
shoulders. Yukio sighs into your mouth, tightening his grip as you wrap your
arms around his waist to pull him flush to your body. He nips your bottom lip earning
a gasp of surprise. He releases you, flustering, “I’m sorry! I-“ but your lips
are already back on his, open to invite him to taste you. He adheres to the
call, hands diving into your hair to grip you firmly as his ability to control
himself slowly unravels.
Your hands lift the edge of his shirt, breaking the kiss as his
arms rise and you pull it up and over his head. The feel of your touch against
his heated skin makes him tremble with anticipation. As you unfasten the button
of his jeans, Kasamatsu’s feels his heart rate jump violently.
“Relax, Yukio,” you instruct, pulling down his pants and
boxers in one go. The look of him fully exposed, a red hue to his skin, makes
you shiver with delight; he’s even more perfect than you imagined. “You’re so
sexy,” you purr.
Whirling around, you push him gently to the bed and he lands
with a soft thud against the covers. As you crawl over him, he hisses at the
feel of the lace on your outfit shifting gently over his skin. Hot, wet kisses descend
on his chest and he kicks his head back. His whole body shakes, nerves starting
to get the better of him despite the screaming desire he holds in his heart for
you. Feeling his tension, you pull up slightly, concern lacing your tone as you
ask, “Do you want to stop?”
“N…no,” he affirms, “I..I’m just-“
“Shhhh,” you say placing a finger over his lips. “I know,
just lay back and enjoy this.”
Kasamatsu closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip in effort
to gain a semblance of control. He’s wound up, unsure he’ll have what it takes
to return what you’re giving to him. As if reading his thoughts, you murmur
against his neck, “Don’t worry about me, Yukio, this is all about making you
feel good.” You slide back down his body and he can’t stop the low moan that
pulls from his throat. Seeing he’s already worked up enough as it is, you
decide to give him his special treat sooner than later; you want him to actually
enjoy this rather than writhe around like a tortured soul.
You can always tease him later.
Yukio glances down at you, watching as your mouth descends
lower and lower, target the apex of his thighs and wonders not for the first time
in the span of five minutes where you get your confidence. To his knowledge,
you’ve never done anything like this before either. But then again, you’ve
never talked about it because he’s never asked. Further consideration of your sexual
prowess and where it comes from catapults out of his mind as you close your
lips around the head of his erection, pushing down to take him further in.
His hips buck up automatically, prompting you to place both
hands against the join of them to hold him steady.
A deep, raspy call of your name has you smirking around his
length, tongue swirling around before teasing the tip once more. Yukio grunts,
hands fisting the sheets until he’s white-knuckled.
“Where did you learn how to do this?” he gasps.
He curses his brain’s inability to work properly, the blood elsewhere
at the moment but rather than be offended you chuckle, the vibrations of your
mirth crawling up his length and out to every nerve ending in his body. You
ignore his inquiry for the moment, opting to distract him from unnecessary
considerations other than what you’re doing to him right now. Your hands rub
his thighs, a deep moan of appreciation sounding in reaction to the multiple
points of stimulation. A choked gasp catches in his throat as you trail your
nails over his sack, his back arching impressively high. You watch his stomach muscles
contract, beads of sweat rolling into the crevices of his hip joints creating a
musky scent that is purely Kasamatsu.
Releasing his member, you trail your tongue to catch the
salt found in those valleys, Yukio canting his hips in search of your absent
heat.
Kasamatsu opens his eyes when he feels your weight shift
from the bed to over his own body, mouth watering at the vision you make straddling
his hips with your lingerie still on. You grab his hand, placing it flush
against your aching core and moan, “Do you feel how wet you make me Yukio?”
“Oh god,” he drawls, the simple words thick as molasses.
You hum in appreciation, pushing aside the center of your panties
to take him in all the way to the hilt. He curses and grasps your thighs
roughly, fingers indenting the soft supple flesh. A breathy sigh escapes your
mouth, head casting back in rapture at the feel of finally having him encased
in your heat. Slowly you rise, drawing a labored breath from his lips before
sinking back down to earn a hoarse cry of pleasure.
His eyes lock with yours, an inferno of passion and longing
burning within his irises as he whispers, “I love you, ______.”
His confession cascades over you like flood waters and you
sink further into the powerful sea that is Kasamatsu Yukio.
“I love you too, Yukio.” Your voice is soft but the
sentiments are assured and Kasamatsu’s heart sings with the knowledge of his
affections being returned.
You rise and fall again, a little bit quicker, a little
harder, riding him like you’ve been longing to for so long. “Unh, I love the
way you feel in me, captain,” you
assert. Suddenly, your world is turned sideways, Yukio rotating quickly to take
top position, the unexpected motion causing you to squeak in surprise. When
your wide eyes meet his gaze, you shudder at the intensity boring out of his
blue orbs. Much as he enjoys your dominance, you calling him captain awakened something
primal within the depths of his soul.
Gone is the nervous Yukio, the unsure, slightly flustered
boy you fell for and in his place is a hungry lion.
His mouth covers yours roughly, tongue licking the underside
of your bottom lip before he tugs it between his teeth and sucks, eliciting the
sensation of lightning coursing through your veins. He releases quickly in
favor of trailing hot, wet open mouth kisses down the column of your throat to
the top of your breasts which is laves over, painting shapes against your flesh
with his slick muscle.
You arch further into him, chest pressing hard against his
and when you feel one hand finally cup your breast gently a soft sigh of
pleasure rushes past your lips. His fingers move to the zipper of your top,
pulling down in one quick motion to
reveal more of your sumptuous skin. When it falls away completely, he leans up
to look at you and you feel his length twitch from within your body.
“Yukio,” you whisper, fingers grazing over the rippling
muscles of his abdomen. Kasamatsu leans his head down, breath tickling the sensitive
skin of your breasts. He opens his mouth, sucking in a pert nipple, teeth grazing
against it making you writhe.
A keening whimper rushes from your mouth, praises of his
abilities falling from your lips like life giving water and it does much to
boost his ego. Yukio knows he will never get enough of this feeling. It’s
better than anything he’s ever experienced in his life.
Kasamatsu is taking his dominant role seriously. He pulls
out of you, drawing a protested whimper from your mouth but he hushes your
complaints with a firm kiss. Moving down your body, shoulders and biceps
flexing against the weight they hold, he descends his face between your thighs.
His cheeks are burning in reaction to what he’s about to do but there’s no way
he’s stopping now. He’s practiced a thousand times in his mind and now is the
time to put it to good use.
He tears away your panties making you hitch your breath, eyes
drinking in the vision of you spread before him like a feast making his mouth
water in anticipation. He’s heard other guys talk about going down on their
girlfriends and always wondered what it would be like. Now, he has the honored
opportunity to join the ranks of the experienced. A tentative flick of his
tongue against one fold makes your body jump. He goes for a little more, lips
sucking in one side of you and you released a breathy sigh of his name.
Growing bolder, he opens his mouth wide, licking you from
base to clit with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh Yukio,” you rasp, voice thickly laced with lust. He feels
your fingers grip his hair, hips bucking up seeking more attention, more
friction, just more. A deep inhale of
your scent makes his head swim and he decides to stop being hesitant and just
go for it. Strong hands push your thighs
wider allowing him better access to your heated center. Yukio seals his mouth
over your luscious nether lips, sucking firmly as he tongues your clit. He
wants to make you feel good, wants to show you how much you mean to him.
“Yukio! I…I’m supposed to…be giving you a present,” you pant, lifting your head to seek his eyes.
He glances up, the sight of him buried between the apex of
your thighs sending a new wave of heat rolling over your skin. He releases,
voice low and guttural, “Be quiet, ______, I’m enjoying my birthday treat.”
Your head falls back, denting the pillow and you moan as he
returns to licking you every way he can, doing things with his tongue that you’d
only read about but never thought possible. It isn’t long before he has you
wailing.
“Yukio, please! Please!” you beg and he smirks against your
skin. He plays you up higher, thankful for the tips he bothered to read in
those men’s magazines he found in Kise’s locker; seems they were good for something
other than offering work out tips.
He feels your body tensing and his dick is so hard it hurts
but he won’t stop, he won’t stop until you’re a shaking, wet, orally fucked
mess. His wish is granted seconds later as a loud, long cry of his name erupts
from what sounds like the very center of your soul. He releases you, leaning
back on his knees to observe the torrid mess he’s made of you as he wipes his
mouth on the back of his hand.
“Wow,” you gasp, voice rough.
But Yukio isn’t done, not by a long shot. His body covers
yours once more, the heat and sweat of both your flesh mingling. He voice is
deep and powerful as he announces, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
A low deep rumble of appreciation cascades on your ears when
he thrusts into you once more and the sounds Yukio is making cause your heart
to flutter, a deep burn erupting in your belly. You wrap your arms around his
neck, pulling him into a fiery kiss that adds to the flames of your passion.
You feel like you’re in an inferno hot enough to burn away the edges of your
sanity but you love it. You knew sex with Yukio would be amazing, but you’d no
idea it would be like this. The melding of two hearts, beating in tandem
together as he pushes farther forward before drawing back. His motions are
slow, the effort to not release too soon great as he wants to keep this going
as long as he can. Rising up on your elbows, you plant sloppy open mouth kisses
along his throat, tongue feeling the rapid tap dance of his pulse. “We have all
night, don’t hold back…captain.”
Yukio wraps his hand into your hair, tugging hard to pull
your head back as he latches his teeth into your flesh. Your whole body
convulses, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his nervous system.
“Say it again,” he growls.
You smile into your words. “Seems you have a bit of a kink, captain,” you coo. Your suspicions are
confirmed when he thrusts forward hard.
The impact steals your breath, heart beating wildly as another thread of Yukio’s
control snaps under the weight of your seduction.
“Come on, show me what you’ve got. Really give it to me,
captain,” you command and Kasamatsu can’t hold back any longer.
His hands grab your wrists, flinging your arms above your
head. There’s a fire burning in his eyes as his gaze holds your own and he
drives forward hard again. You close your eyes, absorbing the feel of his dominance,
his strength, the euphoria of him overtaking all your senses. You feel like you’re
drowning and it’s worth the loss of yourself if you can have Yukio like this.
“Open your eyes, _______, I want to watch you fall apart for
me,” he orders.
You comply meeting his intense orbs and smile but it’s wiped
from your face the next instant when he drives even deeper. Your mouth falls
open, panting inhales and exhales as he thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping
against yours overtakes the room, but soon it is overshadowed by the cries from
your lips.
Yukio watches when rapt attention to every nuance of your
face as he fucks you, the feel of your body one he never wants to be without
again for as long as he lives. A shudder courses through you, eyes dilating
more and he can feel your inner walls clenching tighter.
“You’re close, I can tell,” he supplies, kissing you
roughly.
He kisses you until you can’t breathe. As you tear away from
his lips, you cry out, “Yukio!” and come hard around him, body shaking in the
throes of an orgasm so intense you’re sure you will pass out once it’s over.
Yukio groans loudly as he erupts deep within your body, the feel of you coupled
with the sound of your pleasure too much for him to resist, a perfect siren
song to draw him into release.
Sated, he collapses next to you on his back, chest heaving
up and down as he gulps down passes of air.
Rolling to your side, you caress his cheek once more and whisper,
“Happy birthday, Yukio.”
He casts you a sidelong glance, a genuine smile clear on his
face. “It certainly is, _____.”
So, even with all the requests I still have pending I simply
could not let this day go by without acknowledging that it is my fave boy’s
birthday! What better way to celebrate than a little happy birthday sexy time?
I hope you all enjoy and thank you again for being so patient with me while I
take the time I need to rest while also slowly working on your asks!
“Kise!” shouts Kasamatsu, throwing him a perfect pass. The
blonde ace catches it easily, dribbling around two defenders before jumping up
and sinking in yet another flawless dunk.
High fiving his captain he beams, “That was for your birthday,
senpai”
“Shut up and get back on defense!” snaps the brunette. As
Kise pouts, you snicker; he’s always so theatrical. Your eyes focus back on the
captain, heart skipping a beat when he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat from his
brow revealing tight, toned abs. Unconsciously, you lick your lips, eager to
taste the salt of his skin, feel the strength of his sinew and muscles beneath
your fingers.
The scrimmage game ends unsurprisingly in Kaijo’s favor and
the throngs of students who gathered to watch begin to disperse save for
yourself and few others who are close to the team. As Kasamatsu downs a water
bottle in one go, he watches you make your way towards him, a soft but warm
smile on your face. He feels his heart racing and it has little to do with the
physical exertion he just displayed. Even after almost a year of dating you, he
still can’t get used to the idea that a girl, a very beautiful and sweet one at
that, is his girlfriend.
“Great game, Yukio-kun,” you praise, giving him a peck on
the cheek.
Before he can respond, Kise is throwing an arm around his
neck. “It was, wasn’t it, _____-cchi! It’s always so nice to see you it the
stands!”
Kasamatsu flashes a glare of irritation at the ace, elbowing
him just hard enough to get him to release. “Baka, get off me,” he snaps then
looks back at you to see you stifling a laugh behind your hand.
Reaching into your purse, you pull out an envelope, handing
it to him with another kiss to his cheek. “I know you have things to take care
of today, but make sure you read that soon. I’ll see you later, k?”
He nods, a furious blush permanently staining his cheeks as
you saunter off. From beside him, he hears Kise comment, “Boy, senpai, you sure
hit the jackpot, wish I could find a girlfriend like her!”
Kasamatsu looks up at his kōhai’s face. “I thought you weren’t
interested in being tied down?” he asks heading towards the locker room for a
shower.
Kise scampers after him, shrugging his shoulders. “____-cchi
is special,” he says vaguely.
The captain stops, turning an almost murderous glare on the
blonde. “Don’t get any ideas, Kise.”
Kise shoots his hands up in defense, shaking his head from
side to side. “No, no, no, senpai! I would never
try anything with her.” He adds as they entered the room, “Besides, she’d kick
my ass harder than you if I did.”
Kasamatsu can’t stop the laugh that erupts at this
observation because he knows Kise is completely right.
Refreshed from his shower and changed back into street
clothes, Kasamatsu opens the envelope you left with him. Scanning the document
inside his eyes go wide, his entire body flushing hot with the realization of
just what you have in mind. His pulse is racing, a quiver shaking through him
with nerves and excitement.
“So senpai, what did _____-cchi give you?” Kise asks.
Kasamatsu doesn’t both replying, just takes off running in
the direction of where he knows you’re waiting for him. Kise looks after with a
confused look until he realizes the course his captain’s legs are taking him
and a small smile pulls at his lips; he really did hit the jackpot with you.
As Kasamatsu approaches the establishment, he feels his
heart pounding against the cage of his ribs. His eyes stray to the sign on the building,
a place he’s passed many times and fantasized about bringing you to but he’s
always been too nervous to make a move. Leave it to you to be the one to
initiate a rendezvous in a love hotel.
Walking to the front desk, he hands the receptionist the
paper as you instructed. She smiles pleasantly, handing him a key with a nice, “Have
a great evening and happy birthday.”
He blushes, stammering out a hurried thank you before taking
to the stairs; he has way too much energy to bother with the elevator. As he
arrives on the fifth floor, Kasamatsu pauses briefly in his steps to weigh what’s
about to happen in his heart. He’s been in love with you for a while, but never
has been able to get his voice to cough out the words. Tonight, he decides,
will be the night and it’s not just because he has an inkling of what you
intend to give him. It’s because if he keeps this in any longer, he’ll explode.
Reaching the door of the room, he swallows thickly, a
shaking hand inserting the key. Beyond the threshold lies, quite literally he’s
sure, the reality of his fantasies. Taking a deep breath, he rotates his wrist,
the click of the bolt sounding like a gunshot making him jump. As he pushes the
door open, his mouth goes completely dry.
There you are, surrounded by soft glowing light emitted from
clusters of candles strategically placed about the room. It’s warm inside but
not too hot though he feels quite flushed just from the sight of you alone.
Midnight black lace covers your body, the bodice of your lingerie pushing your
breasts up enticingly, your crossed legs encased in sheer stockings attached to
a tightly fit garter belt.
A slow, sultry smile upon lips stained with red greets him. Meeting
his eyes, you crook your finger in a come hither motion and Yukio feels his
feet move on autopilot. He could walk over hot coals and not feel them, so mesmerized
is he by your appearance. As he reaches you, you stand up, face closer to his
thanks to the assistance of your high heels. Leaning forward, you kiss him,
softly at first but with growing hunger. His hands remain at his side, fists
clenched and arms taut.
Pulling back, your breath ghosts across his face as you say,
“You can touch me, Yukio-kun.”
Trembling limbs raise up, palms settling against your bare
shoulders. Yukio sighs into your mouth, tightening his grip as you wrap your
arms around his waist to pull him flush to your body. He nips your bottom lip earning
a gasp of surprise. He releases you, flustering, “I’m sorry! I-“ but your lips
are already back on his, open to invite him to taste you. He adheres to the
call, hands diving into your hair to grip you firmly as his ability to control
himself slowly unravels.
Your hands lift the edge of his shirt, breaking the kiss as his
arms rise and you pull it up and over his head. The feel of your touch against
his heated skin makes him tremble with anticipation. As you unfasten the button
of his jeans, Kasamatsu’s feels his heart rate jump violently.
“Relax, Yukio,” you instruct, pulling down his pants and
boxers in one go. The look of him fully exposed, a red hue to his skin, makes
you shiver with delight; he’s even more perfect than you imagined. “You’re so
sexy,” you purr.
Whirling around, you push him gently to the bed and he lands
with a soft thud against the covers. As you crawl over him, he hisses at the
feel of the lace on your outfit shifting gently over his skin. Hot, wet kisses descend
on his chest and he kicks his head back. His whole body shakes, nerves starting
to get the better of him despite the screaming desire he holds in his heart for
you. Feeling his tension, you pull up slightly, concern lacing your tone as you
ask, “Do you want to stop?”
“N…no,” he affirms, “I..I’m just-“
“Shhhh,” you say placing a finger over his lips. “I know,
just lay back and enjoy this.”
Kasamatsu closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip in effort
to gain a semblance of control. He’s wound up, unsure he’ll have what it takes
to return what you’re giving to him. As if reading his thoughts, you murmur
against his neck, “Don’t worry about me, Yukio, this is all about making you
feel good.” You slide back down his body and he can’t stop the low moan that
pulls from his throat. Seeing he’s already worked up enough as it is, you
decide to give him his special treat sooner than later; you want him to actually
enjoy this rather than writhe around like a tortured soul.
You can always tease him later.
Yukio glances down at you, watching as your mouth descends
lower and lower, target the apex of his thighs and wonders not for the first time
in the span of five minutes where you get your confidence. To his knowledge,
you’ve never done anything like this before either. But then again, you’ve
never talked about it because he’s never asked. Further consideration of your sexual
prowess and where it comes from catapults out of his mind as you close your
lips around the head of his erection, pushing down to take him further in.
His hips buck up automatically, prompting you to place both
hands against the join of them to hold him steady.
A deep, raspy call of your name has you smirking around his
length, tongue swirling around before teasing the tip once more. Yukio grunts,
hands fisting the sheets until he’s white-knuckled.
“Where did you learn how to do this?” he gasps.
He curses his brain’s inability to work properly, the blood elsewhere
at the moment but rather than be offended you chuckle, the vibrations of your
mirth crawling up his length and out to every nerve ending in his body. You
ignore his inquiry for the moment, opting to distract him from unnecessary
considerations other than what you’re doing to him right now. Your hands rub
his thighs, a deep moan of appreciation sounding in reaction to the multiple
points of stimulation. A choked gasp catches in his throat as you trail your
nails over his sack, his back arching impressively high. You watch his stomach muscles
contract, beads of sweat rolling into the crevices of his hip joints creating a
musky scent that is purely Kasamatsu.
Releasing his member, you trail your tongue to catch the
salt found in those valleys, Yukio canting his hips in search of your absent
heat.
Kasamatsu opens his eyes when he feels your weight shift
from the bed to over his own body, mouth watering at the vision you make straddling
his hips with your lingerie still on. You grab his hand, placing it flush
against your aching core and moan, “Do you feel how wet you make me Yukio?”
“Oh god,” he drawls, the simple words thick as molasses.
You hum in appreciation, pushing aside the center of your panties
to take him in all the way to the hilt. He curses and grasps your thighs
roughly, fingers indenting the soft supple flesh. A breathy sigh escapes your
mouth, head casting back in rapture at the feel of finally having him encased
in your heat. Slowly you rise, drawing a labored breath from his lips before
sinking back down to earn a hoarse cry of pleasure.
His eyes lock with yours, an inferno of passion and longing
burning within his irises as he whispers, “I love you, ______.”
His confession cascades over you like flood waters and you
sink further into the powerful sea that is Kasamatsu Yukio.
“I love you too, Yukio.” Your voice is soft but the
sentiments are assured and Kasamatsu’s heart sings with the knowledge of his
affections being returned.
You rise and fall again, a little bit quicker, a little
harder, riding him like you’ve been longing to for so long. “Unh, I love the
way you feel in me, captain,” you
assert. Suddenly, your world is turned sideways, Yukio rotating quickly to take
top position, the unexpected motion causing you to squeak in surprise. When
your wide eyes meet his gaze, you shudder at the intensity boring out of his
blue orbs. Much as he enjoys your dominance, you calling him captain awakened something
primal within the depths of his soul.
Gone is the nervous Yukio, the unsure, slightly flustered
boy you fell for and in his place is a hungry lion.
His mouth covers yours roughly, tongue licking the underside
of your bottom lip before he tugs it between his teeth and sucks, eliciting the
sensation of lightning coursing through your veins. He releases quickly in
favor of trailing hot, wet open mouth kisses down the column of your throat to
the top of your breasts which is laves over, painting shapes against your flesh
with his slick muscle.
You arch further into him, chest pressing hard against his
and when you feel one hand finally cup your breast gently a soft sigh of
pleasure rushes past your lips. His fingers move to the zipper of your top,
pulling down in one quick motion to
reveal more of your sumptuous skin. When it falls away completely, he leans up
to look at you and you feel his length twitch from within your body.
“Yukio,” you whisper, fingers grazing over the rippling
muscles of his abdomen. Kasamatsu leans his head down, breath tickling the sensitive
skin of your breasts. He opens his mouth, sucking in a pert nipple, teeth grazing
against it making you writhe.
A keening whimper rushes from your mouth, praises of his
abilities falling from your lips like life giving water and it does much to
boost his ego. Yukio knows he will never get enough of this feeling. It’s
better than anything he’s ever experienced in his life.
Kasamatsu is taking his dominant role seriously. He pulls
out of you, drawing a protested whimper from your mouth but he hushes your
complaints with a firm kiss. Moving down your body, shoulders and biceps
flexing against the weight they hold, he descends his face between your thighs.
His cheeks are burning in reaction to what he’s about to do but there’s no way
he’s stopping now. He’s practiced a thousand times in his mind and now is the
time to put it to good use.
He tears away your panties making you hitch your breath, eyes
drinking in the vision of you spread before him like a feast making his mouth
water in anticipation. He’s heard other guys talk about going down on their
girlfriends and always wondered what it would be like. Now, he has the honored
opportunity to join the ranks of the experienced. A tentative flick of his
tongue against one fold makes your body jump. He goes for a little more, lips
sucking in one side of you and you released a breathy sigh of his name.
Growing bolder, he opens his mouth wide, licking you from
base to clit with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh Yukio,” you rasp, voice thickly laced with lust. He feels
your fingers grip his hair, hips bucking up seeking more attention, more
friction, just more. A deep inhale of
your scent makes his head swim and he decides to stop being hesitant and just
go for it. Strong hands push your thighs
wider allowing him better access to your heated center. Yukio seals his mouth
over your luscious nether lips, sucking firmly as he tongues your clit. He
wants to make you feel good, wants to show you how much you mean to him.
“Yukio! I…I’m supposed to…be giving you a present,” you pant, lifting your head to seek his eyes.
He glances up, the sight of him buried between the apex of
your thighs sending a new wave of heat rolling over your skin. He releases,
voice low and guttural, “Be quiet, ______, I’m enjoying my birthday treat.”
Your head falls back, denting the pillow and you moan as he
returns to licking you every way he can, doing things with his tongue that you’d
only read about but never thought possible. It isn’t long before he has you
wailing.
“Yukio, please! Please!” you beg and he smirks against your
skin. He plays you up higher, thankful for the tips he bothered to read in
those men’s magazines he found in Kise’s locker; seems they were good for something
other than offering work out tips.
He feels your body tensing and his dick is so hard it hurts
but he won’t stop, he won’t stop until you’re a shaking, wet, orally fucked
mess. His wish is granted seconds later as a loud, long cry of his name erupts
from what sounds like the very center of your soul. He releases you, leaning
back on his knees to observe the torrid mess he’s made of you as he wipes his
mouth on the back of his hand.
“Wow,” you gasp, voice rough.
But Yukio isn’t done, not by a long shot. His body covers
yours once more, the heat and sweat of both your flesh mingling. He voice is
deep and powerful as he announces, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
A low deep rumble of appreciation cascades on your ears when
he thrusts into you once more and the sounds Yukio is making cause your heart
to flutter, a deep burn erupting in your belly. You wrap your arms around his
neck, pulling him into a fiery kiss that adds to the flames of your passion.
You feel like you’re in an inferno hot enough to burn away the edges of your
sanity but you love it. You knew sex with Yukio would be amazing, but you’d no
idea it would be like this. The melding of two hearts, beating in tandem
together as he pushes farther forward before drawing back. His motions are
slow, the effort to not release too soon great as he wants to keep this going
as long as he can. Rising up on your elbows, you plant sloppy open mouth kisses
along his throat, tongue feeling the rapid tap dance of his pulse. “We have all
night, don’t hold back…captain.”
Yukio wraps his hand into your hair, tugging hard to pull
your head back as he latches his teeth into your flesh. Your whole body
convulses, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his nervous system.
“Say it again,” he growls.
You smile into your words. “Seems you have a bit of a kink, captain,” you coo. Your suspicions are
confirmed when he thrusts forward hard.
The impact steals your breath, heart beating wildly as another thread of Yukio’s
control snaps under the weight of your seduction.
“Come on, show me what you’ve got. Really give it to me,
captain,” you command and Kasamatsu can’t hold back any longer.
His hands grab your wrists, flinging your arms above your
head. There’s a fire burning in his eyes as his gaze holds your own and he
drives forward hard again. You close your eyes, absorbing the feel of his dominance,
his strength, the euphoria of him overtaking all your senses. You feel like you’re
drowning and it’s worth the loss of yourself if you can have Yukio like this.
“Open your eyes, _______, I want to watch you fall apart for
me,” he orders.
You comply meeting his intense orbs and smile but it’s wiped
from your face the next instant when he drives even deeper. Your mouth falls
open, panting inhales and exhales as he thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping
against yours overtakes the room, but soon it is overshadowed by the cries from
your lips.
Yukio watches when rapt attention to every nuance of your
face as he fucks you, the feel of your body one he never wants to be without
again for as long as he lives. A shudder courses through you, eyes dilating
more and he can feel your inner walls clenching tighter.
“You’re close, I can tell,” he supplies, kissing you
roughly.
He kisses you until you can’t breathe. As you tear away from
his lips, you cry out, “Yukio!” and come hard around him, body shaking in the
throes of an orgasm so intense you’re sure you will pass out once it’s over.
Yukio groans loudly as he erupts deep within your body, the feel of you coupled
with the sound of your pleasure too much for him to resist, a perfect siren
song to draw him into release.
Sated, he collapses next to you on his back, chest heaving
up and down as he gulps down passes of air.
Rolling to your side, you caress his cheek once more and whisper,
“Happy birthday, Yukio.”
He casts you a sidelong glance, a genuine smile clear on his
face. “It certainly is, _____.”
“Oh Koga, what is wrong with me?” you practically wail
throwing yourself dramatically on your bed.
Koga would be snickering at your theatrical display but he
knows you well enough to be aware this is no joke; you truly believe something is
wrong with you because that idiot broke up with you. Koga already didn’t like
him simply for the fact that he was with you and Koga wasn’t. Call him petty if
you like, that’s how he felt though he tried to be
as supportive as possible while stuffing down his own feelings to the balls of
his feet.
I see you in the
lonely place
How could you be so
blind
You still regretting
the love you left, left behind
But looking at you now, curled up in a fetal position, tears
streaming down your face, he sees just how much
he hurt you. Not one usually given to violence, Koga is startled by his intense
desire to deck this guy in the face; or at the very least bribe Kagami-kun to
do it. He shakes his head to dispel his irritation; you don’t need that right
now.
I seen you go through
the changes
Sitting alone each
night
Are you expecting to find
the love, love that’s right
Sitting on the bed, his hand lands on your shoulder, his grip
firm but gentle as he murmurs, “_____-chan, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
Your eyes flick up to his face, pain smeared across your
countenance. “Then why did he break up with me?” you whine. “I mean, I thought
everything was going perfectly!”
Darling open your eyes
Let me show you light
Girl you never find a
love that’s right
Koga grits his teeth and holds his tongue as his hand
mindlessly finds its way into your hair to stroke comfort into your body. He
sees your shoulders relax slightly from his touch, gratified that he can
provide you some relief however minor.
Suddenly, he’s overcome with a rush of confidence to confess
his feelings for you. He’s been caught up in waiting for the perfect moment but
realizes such a thing doesn’t exist. There is no perfect moment to put a decade’s
long friendship on the line by confessing deeper feelings. There is no perfect
time to take the longing of his heart and pull it out into the open, to leave
it vulnerable to your scrutiny.
There are times when
you need someone
I will be by your side
I’ll take my chances
before they pass, pass me by
But just as he’s about to open his mouth to do so, it occurs
to him that now would be the absolute worst moment to do this. What if you think he’s patronizing you? Or that he’s
using your weakness to his advantage? Could you ever think those things about
him? The very thought makes his stomach flip uncomfortably and he has to hold
back a grimace.
Apparently, he doesn’t do so very well because you catch the
change in his expression, feel the tenseness in his body he wasn’t even aware
he was displaying.
“Koga? Are you ok?”
Momentarily distracted from your own pain in favor of
inspecting his obvious discomfort you lean up on your elbow, your proximity making Koga’s
heart skip two beats before racing like a jack rabbit. Your gaze has him locked
in an unbreakable hold and he doesn’t know what to do. His throat feels raw,
the effort to speak so difficult that he merely takes in a shaky breath,
exhaling it slowly to mingle with yours.
“Koga, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?”
“______-chan,” he begins, voice low and gravelly, very
unlike his usual cadence, “what…what do you see when you look in my eyes?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” you ask confused.
His hand cups the side of your face, his touch sending an
unexpected shock coursing through your body that makes you jump in surprise but
you don’t pull back. If anything, you lean involuntarily into the embrace of
his palm. “Can’t you see the way I look at you?”
Oh darling, there is a
light that shines
Special for you and me
You need to look at
the other side, you’ll agree
Koga’s eyes are burning feverishly, so hotly that you want
to look away but you don’t dare because you know this is important, this is
something huge and significant happening and you don’t want to miss it no
matter how much it scares you. But why are you scared? This is just Koga, your best
friend. The guy who makes you laugh when you’re crying, who helps calm you down
when you’re struggling to get through homework and projects and tests, the guy
who works so hard for his team but always makes time for you, the guy-
Your thoughts cut off abruptly, eyes widening as the
realization of just who you’re
looking at finally hits you. This isn’t just
Koga.
This is who you’ve been looking for and all along he’s been
right in front of your face the whole time.
Darling open your eyes
Let me show you the
light
You may never find a
love that’s right
You lean forward, lips barely touching his but the contact
snaps the thin thread of control Koga has been clutching to. He surges forward,
knocking you flat on your back once more, his body half covering yours as his
lips caress yours firmly in a sultry kiss. The hand on your face trails to the
back of your head, gripping your hair as he nips your bottom lip.
Your mouth parts instinctively but you feel him hesitate,
unsure he should go on.
“Koga,” you whisper, encouragement, you hope, lacing your
tone.
The message gets through and he dives back in, this time
with no pause, tongue rolling against yours sending heat throughout your body.
You clutch at the back of his shirt, a slight moan escaping making your cheeks
erupt in flame.
He releases your lips, but keeps his forehead pressed to
yours, both of your breaths coming out in short, sharp pants.
When you finally open your eyes, it’s to find him staring
down at you, a placid smile on his face.
“Is it safe to say, you can see me now?” he asks and you
nod, pulling him down in a fierce hug.
“You’re all I want to see from now on,” you confess and he
tightens his grip.
Sorry these are kind of boring but I don’t really have
strong opinions on this character. I don’t dislike him and have actually
enjoyed a couple imagines with him but overall, he’s just not one I focus on.
First impression: Carbon copy of Kuroko and Akashi’s back
handed way of showing Kuroko he’s replaceable, that he’s not the only one who
can do what he does.
Impression now: A bit sad for him that most of the entirety
of his basketball experience was being used as he was.
Favorite moment: Him telling Akashi off, man that was
intense and so needed! Prior to that moment, I didn’t really have strong
feelings for him one way or the other but I LOVED that he had the balls to put
that arrogant bastard in his place.
Idea for a story: Honestly, I don’t have one, he’s not a
character I really think about (I guess that’s the point given he was the
replacement shadow)
Unpopular opinion: Again, I don’t know that I have one.
Favorite relationship: I don’t know that he really has one?
I mean, at the end when Akashi gets his head out of his ass you can see where
possibly they could have had a somewhat amiable friendship (maybe). Overall,
his passion for reading is the closest to a relationship I saw and since I love
books too I can totally relate to just wanted to be in your own world away from
the annoyances of life.
Favorite headcanon: That he goes on to play basketball in
college and becomes less of a shadow, coming into his own and showing what he’s
capable of.
That he and Kagami actually mend their relationship through the remainder of their high school years. Like, they get together to play one on one just for fun (though they still trash talk each other like crazy of course) and the closeness they had before is replenished.
They challenge each other again and instead of it being a matter of pride alone, they actually care about the other.
Thanks for the question, sorry it took me so long to answer!
I am so sorry this took
me so long to answer. I’d intended to answer the same weekend asks were sent in
but clearly that did not happen. Thank you for participating!
7. What are your
otps/brotps/notps?
OTP: So hard to pick
between KiyRiko or HyuRiko because I love both those boys SO MUCH. However,
given what we’ve seen in the anime, I have to give it to Hyuga/Riko. As Kiyoshi
so eloquently put it, he pushes the team and Riko pulls them. They are a strong
pair who despite their differences are so in tune with each other it’s quite
beautiful. And we can see how much Hyuga cares for her, subtle as he tries to
be.
BROTPS: Oh gosh, THIS is
even harder because there are so many amazing friendship/broship developments
made. But I’ll give it to my first instinct which is Midorima x Takao. I simply
love how persistent Takao is in his friendship with our resident tsundere. His ability
to let go of the grudge he held in favor of improving himself is just amazing
and how he is one of the catalysts that pulls Midorim into a more team focused
basketball play is beautiful.
NOTPS: Pretty much any
of the boys romantically involved with one another. To me, you can have the
depth and breadth of feelings these teammates and friends have for one another
without the need to romanticize them. They respect each other, fight with each
other, lift each other up and challenge each other but in my eyes, it’s all
from a place of friendship or broship, not romance or lust. I’m sure it’s an
unpopular opinion but just as I respect those who have a right to their
interpretation, I hope mine will be as well.
8. Favorite match: May
be a surprise but Rakuzan vs. Shutoku, heartbreaking as the outcome ended up
being. It’s my favorite because we finally get to see Midorima really become a
part of his team, to acknowledge them verbally as being valuable to him and
that he’s willing to put his trust in them completely. The part where Takao passes
the ball to him perfectly in shooting stance made me cheer. These lines: “"There’s not a single player on this team
who’s a hindrance” and “This is
a gamble. More than I need to believe in myself, I must believe in my
teammates. Even if I do everything I can, it’s not enough. But I don’t feel any
uncertainty. In this team, everyone is doing everything they can!” gave me
chills! His development, though subtle and understated, comes through with a huge
bang in this game. I loved it.
13. Favorite Ace: Despite
all my talk of Midorima above, I feel like my fave ace is Kise. When we first
meet him, I thought he was quite annoying but his development drew me in. The
shift in his perspective and the respect he learned to give his senpais made me
feel proud of him. Laying everything down, he gave all of himself to beat
Aomine and it was so gut-wrenching to watch it not work. His and Kasamatsu’s broship is my second
favorite (cheating a bit I know, sorry).
17. Opinion about Teiko
arc: (Copy and paste from previous response) It made me sad overall. Yes, it was
fun to watch the boys all meet each other and get an insight into how that team
came together but watching them fall apart was just heart breaking. I did
appreciate it though to understand Kuroko’s motivation more.
33. Favorite scene: There
are too many and all for different reasons! But what pops into mind right away
is Kuroko’s conversation with Hyuga when he asks to be benched. I loved seeing
Hyuga being a good captain, putting his kohai in his place. The flash back of
Hyuga talking to Kagami and the revelation that he wasn’t saying goodbye just
hit me in the heart. And when Kuroko confronts him about it and confesses his
ulterior motive I felt relieved to see them both being honest with one another.
Their trust was built higher in that moment and it left me really excited to
see what was going to happen next. I know that’s a few scenes together but they
all roll together in my head as one long moment between Kuroko and Kagami.
This is a great song! I love the Final Fantasy series and of
course am a huge fan of its music. I really hope this hits the mark for what
you wanted. Thank you for requesting Kasamatsu, he is one of my absolute
favorite characters!
As you take the stage, your eyes roam over the room taking in
the sight of customers sat comfortably in arm chairs or at tables, conversation
murmured as drinks are consumed. Smoke curls up from hand rolled cigarettes and
long stem pipes, the smell of tobacco thick but not unpleasantly so. But
despite the warm familiarity of this place, you’ve begun to feel restless, like
there’s something more you’re supposed to be doing with your life. And so,
tonight will be your last performance, though no one knows that but you.
My last night here for
you
Same old songs, just
once more
My last night here
with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
The music begins and you take a deep breath, noting heads
turning their attention to you as you begin to sing but your eyes don’t really
see them, wandering to a man who has been coming here for a little time. He
sits cast in shadow but even without his crest and uniform, you know he’s the
same one though his garb is different now. Normally he’d be cladded in blue and
white splendor, a captain’s crest at the shoulder clasp of his cape. But tonight,
he’s opted for darker shades, greys and black settling against him to blend him
into the back ground or at least that’s his attempt. But he’s caught your attention
on more than one occasion and you can’t keep your eyes from his form. There’s
something about him that draws you in.
He barely ever looks at you, casting glances every so often
you think but it’s hard to tell when his face is shrouded in the dark. A drink
is usually with him, small and light but it acts as his place holder, a reason
for him to sit as long as he likes without distraction or input from those
around him. Previously to this evening, he’s been flanked by members of the
royal guard but tonight he’s come alone.
I saw you smiling at
me
Was it real, or just
my fantasy?
You’d always be there
in the corner
Of this tiny little
bar
Your song continues on, your mouth and vocal chords acting
on auto pilot and you’re trying to focus on the whole room but your eyes
continually flick to his position. He hasn’t moved, just stares at his glass in
deep contemplation. The lighting of a lamp above his head casts a sudden light
upon his countenance and you have to stop yourself from gasping; there’s
something about the expression on his face that pulls your heart strings
violently.
Darling, so there you
are
With that look on your
face
As if you’re never
hurt
As if you’re never
down
Shall I be the one for
you
Who pinches you softly
but sure?
If frown is shown,
then
I will know that you
are no dreamer
An unexpected pain shoots through you and you have to
stop yourself from walking over in the middle of your performance. Suddenly the
words aren’t coming easy and you have to work hard to finish what you’ve
started. At your faltered, a little off note that you quickly recover, you see
his head finally lift and his eyes set on you. It’s the longest he’s looked at
you, but now you’re too shy to return the gaze, embarrassed that it’s your
mistake which has drawn his full attention.
I kind of liked it
your way
How you shyly placed
your eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on
you?
You look away, smiling brightly though the melody of your
song is melancholy.
When it ends, you take your bow quickly, shooting back up
only to catch a glimpse of him exiting through the side door. With hurried
movements, you hustle after him, the need to speak to him too strong to ignore
any more.
Bursting out the door, you see him just about to mount his
steed and call out, “Wait, please wait!”
He starts, turning his attention to you even as his boot
remains set in the stirrup. Slowly he places it down, but maintains a hold on
the reigns of his beautiful white horse.
“Yes, may I help you?” he asks. His voice is rough and deep
but somehow soothing to your ears.
“Please, may I know your name?” you inquire.
His eyes widen, a faint flush overtaking his hue
unexpectedly but he clears his throat and replies, “Yukio Kasamatsu.”
“You…you’re the captain of the royal guard, are you not?”
you breathe.
His body stiffens, eyes closing as if in momentary pain but
he rallies quickly, setting his face back to its grim expression so quickly
you begin to wonder if you imagined his reaction. Brusquely he says, “Former, m’lady.”
The pain in your heart returns, deep and tragic and you
blush as the impulse to hold him floods your person. Despite his impassivity,
you feel waves of pain and frustration rolling from him increasing your want to
drive it away but you don’t know how to. You don’t even know him and yet you’re
here, standing outside in the middle of the night wanting nothing more than to
throw your arms around him.
You settle for stepping nearer. His body is still wound
tight and if you did not know any better you would say he may even be wary of
you. The placement of your hand on his makes him flinch but as you close your
fingers more firmly he does not withdraw.
“Why?” One word, but so bold. This is none of your business!
What happened to the filter between your brain and your mouth?
He swallows once, eyes burning into yours and you feel your
face heating up under the power of his scrutiny. “Because there’s something I
need to do.”
You clench tighter, moving closer to place your other hand against
his chest. Despite his warmth you feel him tremble, the beating of his heart somewhat
erratic and you don’t know if it’s from you or from the knowledge of what’s
lying before him on his journey.
So let me come to you
Close as I want to be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart
beating fast
And stay there as I
whisper
How I love your
peaceful eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on
you?
The next words tumble from your mouth with little care for
the implications or consequences. “Take me with you.”
Yukio’s eyes go wide and for the first time he allows
himself to touch you. The grip of his hand on your shoulder is strong and you doubt
he knows how firmly he’s squeezing but you endure the pain because until now
you’d not known the need of his touch. To lose it will mean more pain than what
you experience under the pressure of his hold.
“Why?”
“Because this is something I need to do,” you whisper, eyes
filling with tears for reasons you don’t understand.
Yukio stares hard at you. He knows this is a bad idea, you’ll
most likely only become a liability but he can’t tear away from your gaze. It’s
like you have him hypnotized and he wonders briefly if you may be a sorceress.
He makes a decision. “You’ll need to change, where I’m going
is no place for this refinery,” he intones, tugging briefly at the sleeve of
your dress.
A smile, genuine this time, splits your lips and you lean
forward impulsively kissing his cheek. Crimson floods his face but you’re
already turning away to prepare for departure. In little time you return, ensconced
in black pants, purple long sleeve shirt and proper riding boots, a bow and
arrow slung over your shoulder and quiver upon your back.
Yukio’s face betrays his surprise at your appearance.
Darling, so share with
me
Your love if you have
enough
Your tears if you’re
holding back
Or pain if that’s what
it is
How can I let you know
I’m more than the
dress and the voice
Just reach me out,
then
You will know that you
are not dreaming
“What, did you think all I could do is sing?” you ask
cheekily and he chuckles.
“Forgive my ignorance…” he trails off, and you supply, “F/N,
L/N, daughter of the town fletcher.”
In a quick motion, Yukio mounts his horse, hand coming down
to assist you to do as well. You take it, the flesh of his palm burning into
yours but the fire ignites something deep within your soul and you know; this
is who you’re meant to be with going to do what you’re meant to do, whatever
that may be.
The sound of the front door opening and closing catches your
attention but you don’t open your eyes. You feel Ryota enter the room, the one
floor board that always squeaks announcing his presence but still you don’t
open your eyes. It feels like there’s a weight on your chest pulling pain in
from every angle of your body as he sinks onto the mattress next to you but
makes no move to snuggle to your back. It’s as though you’re living in the same
home but not existing together.
Since when did your relationship come to this?
A part of you knows, this is not all Ryota’s fault, it can’t
be but that doesn’t stop you from wondering what you did wrong, what he did
wrong, to end up in a place so far away from each other. You can’t even remember
the last time you laughed sincerely together.
Over two years ago, when the two of you first met, you’d
been quite a mess, a previous relationship doing a number on your heart. But
Ryota…he was so easy to fall for. Charming and charismatic, with a sincere heart
and willing ear to listen he’d swept you off your feet without really trying. Your
girlfriends had warned you not to get too attached to fast, to beware using him
like a rebound because that would not be fair to either of you. And you tried,
you really tried to remain just friends but every touch, every look, everything
about Ryota drew you in to him until you were head over heels.
Right from the start
You were a thief, you
stole my heart
And I your willing
victim
And it seemed he’d fallen for you, grateful to be needed, to
be taken seriously though he often worked over time to make you laugh. For the
first time in a very long while, he felt useful for more than just basketball.
His honeyed words lifted your despondent attitude but not
once did you ever feel they were frivolous. And he never treated you like a
project to fix, just someone who needed help putting the pieces back together;
he knew you still had to do most of the heavy lifting yourself.
I let you see the
parts of me, that weren’t all that pretty
And with every touch
you fixed them
When he finally kissed you, it was like coming home. The
warmth of his breath, the feel of his soft lips against yours and the way he
clung to you, like you were the most important person in his world, made you
feel lightheaded and giddy.
That was a year ago and now, here you were, lying with your
backs to one another, barely a word spoken throughout the day.
Rolling to your back, you stare at the ceiling and sigh.
This can’t go on, you can’t go on like this, stuck in a limbo you have no idea
how to navigate. Why you’ve let it get this bad you don’t know for sure but can
only speculate that it’s because of fear; fear of losing him should you seem
too needy, too clingy despite all the effort Ryota poured into helping you
mend.
Turning further, your eyes graze over his form, shoulders
rising and falling to the rhythm of his steady breath. How can he be so unaffected by what’s going
on? Doesn’t he care?
Just give me a reason,
just a little bit’s enough
Just a second we’re
not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again
It’s in the stars,
it’s been written in the scars on our hearts
We’re not broken just
bent, and we can learn to love again
“Ryota,” you whisper, “are you asleep?”
“Hmmmm?” he mumbles turning on his back. His eyes blink open
and shift to look at you. “What’s up ______-cchi?”
“What are we doing?” you ask.
He furrows his brow, rotating to face you as he props up on
his elbow. “What do you mean?”
Sighing, you run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes
before answering, “What are we doing in this relationship anymore? Do you…do
you even still want this?”
“Of course I do, how could you ask me that?” he replies
quickly, sitting up in his astonishment.
I’m sorry I don’t
understand
Where all of this is
coming from
I thought that we were
fine (Oh we had everything)
“Because we barely speak to each other anymore!” You sit up
as well, flicking on the light so you can see one another more clearly. He
blinks rapidly under its harsh rays as you go on, “It’s like…it’s like we don’t
know how to be together anymore
Ryota. I just…I need more and I don’t know what to do!”
He takes your hand. “______cchi, you’re being silly. We’ve just
been busy, that’s all.” He reaches out to touch your face but you jerk away,
standing up in a flurry of motion.
“That’s not just it, Ryota! I feel like you’re suppressing how
you really feel.”
His face is full of confusion which just irritates you
further. “Do you know,” you continue, “the other night when I tried to snuggle
up to you, you muttered something about me being too clingy? That you needed
your space?”
“Are you sure that wasn’t a dream? Because there’s no way I
would feel like that about you,” he says firmly.
Your head is running
wild again
My dear we still have
everythin’
And it’s all in your
mind (Yeah but this is happenin’)
You’ve been havin’
real bad dreams oh oh
You used to lie so
close to me oh oh
There’s nothing more
than empty sheets between our love, our love
“I was awake!” you snap. “I mean, if that’s how you feel subconsciously,
doesn’t that mean it’s how you truly feel?”
“You’re going to base the future of our relationship that? On something I said when I was
most likely dead to the world?” He stands up, moving around the bed to grip
your shoulders tightly, bright golden eyes burning into yours. “We aren’t
perfect, there is no such thing as a perfect relationship but I want this relationship, I want to be
with you.”
Stray tears flow down your cheeks and you step back. “Ok,
Ryota, I…I do too but,” you take a deep breath, “we need to discuss some things
in order to move forward. You may think there’s nothing wrong but I do and I
want to work on them.”
He runs a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his
face. “______-cchi, I’m tired, you’re tired, we’ve both had long days. Can we
please just table this until at least tomorrow?”
Just give me a reason,
just a little bit’s enough
Just a second we’re
not broken just bent and we can learn to love again
I never stop, you’re
still written in the scars on my heart
You’re not broken just
bent and we can learn to love again
You want to protest, want to get these things aired out so
you can feel like you can sleep peacefully for once but you know he’s right. To
do this here and now will only make things worse and if you’re really honest
with yourself there is too much to deal with in one night. So nodding your
head, you follow him back to be bed.
As the light flicks off, you feel him settling right behind
you, his strong arm wrapping around you securely. It’s a small thing, but it
feels huge and though you know the coming days will be filled with
uncomfortable conversations and probably more tears, it feels just a little
less hopeless than it did before.
Oh we can learn to
love again
Oh we can learn to
love again oh oh
Oh that we’re not
broken just bent and we can learn to love again
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