Imayoshi, Sakurai, and Wakamatsu are watching their dancing/figure skating (whichever you prefer) crush practice. They ask her coach what motivates her to perform so beautifully. What will they do when coach truthfully answers “I remind her to imagine she’s performing just for you”? (hinthint, she likes them)

baesketballers:

Making variations to this, as usual. I hope you don’t mind!

Fem!Reader ahead.

IMAYOSHI

“Senpai,” you say slightly breathlessly as you skate over to the edge of the rink, still in costume. The arena crowd is dispersing, allowing you to take a longer look at your upperclassman from university and make sure that his form is not some sort of mirage in front of you. He has that noncommittal smile on his face, as per usual, leaning against the railings. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“What kind of senpai would I be to miss such a cute kouhai’s performance?” You laugh, looking down at your feet while internally trying to dismiss his words as mindless flirting. The two of you are close, but you feel as though you are dangerously crossing the line between friendship and something else—you want it, but you are so unsure if he does as well.

He flirts with everyone, you tell yourself those words like a jaded mantra, he sees you as nothing more than a kouhai.

“Congratulations on the win.”

“Thank you.”

“I bumped into your coach earlier.”

“Ah,” you reply, wincing inside at how unintelligent it sounds, “and?”

“He said something interesting to me about training you.”

“I hope it’s nothing embarrassing,” you say half-jokingly, but truth be told, the old man knows a lot about you from spending time with you too much.

“It isn’t,” comes Imayoshi’s answer, “I’d say it’s rather sweet.”

“Don’t act like you’re going to tell me if you aren’t, senpai,” you let out a chuckle, being far more acquainted with his teasing than you would like. Imayoshi’s smile drops and you freeze at the serious look on his face.

“He said he tells you to imagine that you’re performing just for me.”

You wish for the ice to crack so that you can disappear into the depths of the earth, because you would rather do that than face Imayoshi’s eyes, sharp and all-knowing. Why would your coach spill that out to him? You want to avert your gaze away from him, only to find that you cannot. Not only his stare is powerful enough to keep yours unmoving, he has a hand cupping your cheek, preventing you from looking at anything other than him.

“That’s so damn cute of you, d’ya know that,” he murmurs, a smirk slowly forming on his face. “And for that, I’m gonna have to do this.”

He leans down, tilting your head up to meet his lips in a kiss.

SAKURAI

“Delivering lunch again today, Ryo?” Your coach says, greeting the younger male that just entered the studio. Sakurai smiles sheepishly, bowing slightly to reply the greeting, before finding himself entranced by your fluid movements on the floor, creating mesmerizing patterns with the ribbon. He has seen you perform before with different apparatuses, but the sight never fails to hypnotize him.

“Just a minute or so until the end of this routine,” your coach announces, “sit tight.”

Sakurai nods, and the two of them proceed to watch you execute the rest of your routine, leaping, jumping, twirling the ribbon. At one point you catch his gaze and smile at him in acknowledgement: “Thank you for the lunch”? “I’m happy you’re here”? “I hope you like the performance”? Sakurai still has no idea what your smile means, though that is not enough to stop the blood from rushing ever so slightly to his cheeks. You look exceptionally beautiful—you are wearing the competition outfit today, possibly to figure out if you can move well enough in it.

“You know,” the coach mutters, “I always tell her to perform as if you’re the only person watching. Seems to work.”

A yelp almost left Sakurai at the statement, his face flushing a deeper shade of pink. He fears another weird sound might escape him and presses a hand against his lips to quell them. The second he looks at you again, pirouetting with your ribbon, he realizes that his feelings just might be returned—he just cannot help but keep his hopes up.

“Hey, Ryo-kun!” You say, jogging lightly toward him almost immediately after the final move, “Thanks for coming today, too.” He smiles back at you, only to notice that your coach behind you is giving him winks and slow nods.

“S-Sorry for interrupting practice,” he blurts out. You pinch his cheek casually.

“I thought you grew out of that habit! What did I tell you about using the s-word around me?”

“Sorr—Um, here’s your lunch!” He quickly says, almost jabbing your stomach with the lunchbox by how quickly he hands it to you. You sigh in relief, so looking forward to the meals he makes: they adhere to your diet and do not make you want to barf.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you open the lunch box while sitting down on the floor, ready to dig in.

“Um, ___________-chan?”

“Mmm?” is the only reply you can muster with a mouthful of tomatoes.

“You look very p-pretty today.”

Your initial look of surprise melts and you send him a thousand-watt smile while chewing your food—something inexplicably warm emerges at the pit of your gut and you hope that they aren’t butterflies in your stomach. He’s just a childhood friend. He can’t possibly have feelings for you.

A slam of the door tells the two of you that the coach has vacated the studio, probably going out for a toilet break. It’s painfully obvious that the two of you are alone, and Sakurai can only think that your coach is doing this on purpose.

“___________-chan?”

“Yes, Ryo-kun?”

“I’m s-sorry if this is out of the blue,” he says, smiling sheepishly when you give him a scolding look, although you allow him to continue anyway.

“Do you t-think the two of us can… go out, sometime? Like a—a date?”

WAKAMATSU

He blanches when your ballet tutor whispers the words to him, unable to comprehend fully—does that mean you have been practicing with him in mind all this time? Wakamatsu begins to show, albeit not too visibly, signs of panic, and the elderly woman that is your tutor lets out a quiet chuckle at the display.

You are still dancing along to the music you have personally chosen, a song that he finds himself humming along to once or twice during a normal day (you would laugh at the look on the whole Touou’s face as a reaction to the Wakamatsu, humming). The performance hall is silent except for the music and the occasional sound of your feet on the wooden floor panels. When your eyes meet his, the truth sinks under his skin and lights him up like wildfire.

To have your tutor tell you that must mean that whatever you have with him can be more than just friendship… right?

The lights are on again, and with one last graceful

révérence, your performance ends. The crowd responds to your curtsy with loud applause, a good number (including Wakamatsu, of course) even offering a standing ovation.

Flash forward thirty minutes later and you are surrounded by your ballet classmates. Wakamatsu feels slightly out of place in a crowd of females dressed so nicely, some of them not changing out of their costume since their own performance. You won first place for your syllabus grade, and the hard work that goes into your practice sessions make it all the more joyful. He looks at you and understands—he has seen you practice before, has received phone calls from you in which you cry in frustration.

“Congratulations,” he finally says when the crowd around you disperses. “You deserve it.”

“Wakamatsu-kun! You made it!”

“Yeah,” he nods, acting a little self-conscious. He doesn’t know who he is for attending your performance: is he here as a classmate? A neighbor? A boy who likes you in secret?

“Thank you for coming,” you add quietly, a little bit of his self-consciousness rubbing off on you. “I’m disappointed you didn’t get me flowers, though,” you teasingly add in hopes to melt the tension between the two of you. Wakamatsu immediately turns red, flustered at his own mistake.

“I-I can get you flowers now, if you want,” he says a little too loudly and you secretly stifle a laugh, “there are people selling them outside… I should’ve gotten you some before coming to see you.” Now you feel guilty for making him feel bad. You grab his arm, marching towards the exit with a bunch of bouquets on your other hand. Wakamatsu fights back the urge to blush at the casual skin contact.

Another flower bouquet gets added onto the small pile in your arms—beautiful white gardenias.

“You know what,” he says, trying to act nonchalant as he walks with you aimlessly, “since it’s your big win today, is there anything else you want besides flowers?”

“You mean, you’ll grant my wish?” You say, sounding a bit too excited that he has to laugh.

“As long as it’s reasonable,” he quickly adds.

“Okay,” is your last response before falling silent. He notices your hand, the one linked with his arm, tapping lightly at the sleeves of his jacket, seemingly deep in thought.

“I got one.”

“Shoot.”

“I’m not sure if this counts as reasonable, but…” you falter slightly, looking at your feet before meeting his eyes once more, “how about a date?”

Wakamatsu looks ready to explode into debris of happiness and embarrassment

—you look too cute like that, and the fact that you asked him out first… if he were alone in his room, he would pump his fist in the air like a little child.

“Yeah, sure, that’s not unreasonable,” he quietly answers, trying to sound less eager than he actually is, but the hand pulling you closer against him tells you otherwise.

So cute!!

I’ve realized you often mention Kise having a not-so-hidden yandere side, could you elaborate on it a little? Scenario or headcanons with his s/o, whichever you prefer?

terriblesportsimagines:

here are my thoughts on the matter!

Kise Ryouta

Haha I should have known this would come back to haunt me!

Okay, so canonically, the managaka has said that the anime
made Kise a little too ‘soft and nice’ at least that’s what he said according
to the wiki page. But even in the anime you can see hints of his not so
sweet, cheerful and silly side.

I headcanon that he has two sides to him – his bubbly,
cheerful side that is excitable, loud and friendly – then his cold, arrogant
side. We should remember that Kise fit in with the other five really
well, he went along with their terrible attitude and was literally one of them
on that front. He’s cold to people he doesn’t know or acknowledge,
sometimes straight out ignoring them (remember how he was with Kagami at
first? And how he came to get Kuroko because he was being ‘wasted’ on
Seirin, who he refused to acknowledge.)

This dual-facetted personality forms the basis of my
assertion that he’s yandere. He’s a different kind of yandere than the
other two characters that could, arguably, be called so – Akashi and
Murasakibara. Akashi is, I believe, 100% canonically yandere, Murachin is
so by virtue of his jealous and possessive nature. Kise is the smiley
kind of yandere, the one that is warm and affectionate towards you outwardly,
while inwardly thinking that you belong to him and that if you ever try to
leave him he’ll lock you in a cage.

Ironic, because he wants to be ‘free’. Pretty much, I
think he’s the type that wants to be free himself, but doesn’t want you to be
so. Whereas Akashi is possessive, but not jealous, he’s possessive because
he’s jealous. He wants you to look only at him and be the star that you
revolve around.

It’s important to keep in mind that yandere does not
mean psychotic, and that characters can have yandere traits without being “I’m
going to murder you for looking at my s/o.” They can be
violent, but they usually aren’t, and it’s a character type that exists on a
spectrum, which becomes clear to anyone who’s ever played otome games.

Kise is the needy-type yandere. He loves you, and is hella
affectionate, unafraid to show his affection in public. But he is kind of
controlling about your affections, because he wants them all for himself.
He’s selfish, inherently, which is the main factor in his yandere.

His yandere mostly only comes out when he’s angry, like his
frozen side, or someone has threatened him or you in some way. Sometimes
it’s ridiculous, other times it’s understandable. Like his cheerfulness,
this side of him is overabundant and a little forceful.

For anyone whose ever played Samurai Love Ballad Party, I
see Kise as the same kind of yandere as Uesugi Kenshin – sweet and a little
airheaded outwardly, but possessive and controlling inwardly.

Really profound, I love your analysis.

AHHHHH I LOVED THE BABY AKASHI SCENARIO SO MUCH. CAN I GET A SCENARIO WHERE ALL THE GOM AND EVEN KAGAMIS KIDS MEET AND HAVE A PLAY DATE WHERE THE DADS ARE SUPERVISING AND HOW THEY INTERACT. ALSO PLEASE MAKE AOMINE MARRY MOMOI IF POSSIBLE. THANKS <3

terriblesportsimagines:

Okay, so I’m posting this today, even though I just wrote it and I never do that, because it’s pure gold and I adore it.

Keep in mind that I don’t have kids, so I 100% don’t know what they actually sound like. That’s why I’ve kept the ages ambiguous. They probably still sound too old, but
¯_(ツ)_/¯

For convenience, I’ve named them all. Also, they probably have more kids, but these are the only ones here, because eight is still too many!

Please read this hilarity! Cut for length

Keep reading

This is amazing!

May I ask if you could do a scenario when akashi’s (KNB) son went to the kindergarten for the first time and his mom was wired because he is just a tiny version of sei? Like he really loves order and hates disobeying and kind of mature and quite for his age (still a baby who can be tricked with a kandy tho and like cartoons xD) and it happens that ryouta ‘s son is there and a tiny sei made him cry because well, like father like a son You can ignore it if you don’t like it .. thank you ❤

terriblesportsimagines:

Oh man, at first I was like “How am I going to write this ask?” And then I fell in LOVE. This is easily one of my favorite things I’ve written for this blog and I giggle every time I read it. I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoy!

Akashi Seijuro

You were nervous.

Well, a little more than that, since sending your baby off
to kindergarten was a big deal. You weren’t used to being away from him
and it was going to be so hard. But that wasn’t really why you
were nervous. You were nervous because you knew your son, and knew his
temperament and you were afraid it would not reflect well in a school
environment.

He… didn’t play well with others, at least when others
didn’t fall in line. Admittedly, you probably hadn’t socialized him as
well as you should have, and the only children he’d been exposed to were those
of your friends, which were all older or younger, and your husband’s friends,
which were similar age, but who, for the most part, let him have his own way.

You loved your little man, but there was no mistaking the
resemblance to your husband. He was like a miniature Akashi Seijuro, with
all his strange quirks. Quirks which were going to cause tension in a
kindergarten environment. Honestly, there were sometimes you wondered how
he could possibly be only five years old.

He was obsessive about order and though you’d done your best
to bring it down a touch, had a bit of a superiority complex. He wanted
those around him to fall in line and do as he said all the time, and
unfortunately, you know most children would not enjoy being told what to
do. He was also a sweet little boy with a fondness for candy and a
generous heart. It was just getting through the layers of Akashi
to see that.

He was a confident little boy, and so despite your humming
and hawing, trotted off into the school without any problem. Seijuro
stood beside you, and arm around your waist as you watched your baby take his
first steps of independence, worrying at your lip the whole time.

“He will be fine, _____,” Seijuro commented lightly,
amusement in his tone. “He’s my son. He’ll have them all in line by
lunch.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you muttered, wringing your
hand. You wanted to stay and watch, wanted to supervise. You’d
warned him, told him that other children might not like to be bossed around,
and might not adhere to his version of order. But that was all you can
do.

The day passed with agonizing slowness. You did your
best to keep busy, and Seijuro worked from home, even managing to draw you away
for a little alone time, since you had the time. Still, you half
expected to get a phone call from the school with some problem or another and
it had you on edge.

When the time came to finally pick your son up, you
and your husband made your way back to the school. Unlike some, he wasn’t
waiting outside, so you went in to find his classroom.

You heard the wailing long before you ever reached the
room. Fear stung the back of your throat – it didn’t sound like your son,
but it was familiar, and you just knew your son was at the heart of it.

Sure enough, when you entered the room, your husband behind
you, your eyes immediately found the short red hair of your son. He was
standing awkwardly in one corner of the classroom, chin down, while another
little boy, one with bright blond hair, sobbed hysterically a few feet
away. A familiar blond man knelt beside him, trying to console him, while
the teacher stood by and murmured at your son.

You sighed, hurrying forward to catch your son about the
shoulders. His little face shot up and the solemn look in his eyes made
your heart clench, especially when he reached for you right away.

“Akashicchi!” The blond man complained and when you looked
over he was glaring at your husband. “We went through this last time!”

Seijuro blinked slowly. “We did,” he said. “And
I’m not repeating myself.”

Your hand shot out and smacked your husband solidly in the
middle before you turned your attention back to your clinging five year
old. “Okay sweety, what happened?”

“He was a meany!” The blond child wailed. “He’s always
a meany!”

“He wouldn’t play with me,” your son replied, nonplussed,
though he clutched you tighter.

“I wanted to be the king! He never lets me be the
king!” The blond boy refuted, glaring as hard as his little gold eyes could
muster. “He said he would behead me for t-t-treason!”

Despite how serious it was for the two boys, you had to try
very, very hard not to laugh, and you could see amusement lurking in
your husband’s crimson eyes. Kise, less so, but that was mostly because
he was too busy rolling his eyes at Seijuro.

“I’m the king,” your son commented, dead serious,
tone every bit as imperious as his father on his worst day. “I am
absolute. He said I was stupid and no one wants to be friends with
me.” At this his eyes dropped to the floor and you could see, behind the
serene mask, a very real fear. “He said Kei, Ai, Hiyashi and Daisuke
don’t even like me.”

You had to wonder where he’d even picked up that
phrase because you were pretty sure you’d tamed that out of your husband years
ago.

Both you and Kise winced at this, and you could see this
upset your son a great deal. The other Generation of Miracles’ children
were probably the only friends he had, and certainly the ones he saw the most
and were the most comfortable with. That included Kise’s son, most of the
time, although of the six children, these two butted heads the most.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Kise said on a sigh, stroking his
son’s head.

“He said he was gonna kill me!” The blond boy
shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at your son.

You sighed. “I don’t think he meant literally.”

“He tried to organize an uprising,” your son said very
seriously. “He needs to die.”

You immediately turned to your smirking husband. “You
and I are going to have a talk about appropriate and five year olds
when we get home.”

Seijuro just snorted.

“Okay, I think everyone here needs to apologize,” you
announced a moment later, shaking your head. “Sweetheart, you can’t
threaten to kill people, even when they don’t do what you want.”

“I wasn’t actually going to kill him,” your son
grumbled. When you squeezed him in warning, he sighed heavily and said,
loudly, if sullenly, “I’m sorry.”

Kise, picking up where you left off, patted his son’s
back. “And you need to apologize for what you said too, little man.
No matter how mad he made you, you shouldn’t call people stupid or tell them no
one likes them.”

The little blond boy sniffled, pursing his lips and
narrowing his eyes in what looked very much like challenge. “…Sorry.” He
bit out, then added a moment later, “Next time I’m gonna over throw you.
I’ll be absolute.”

Your son’s chin came up to meet the challenge. “I’ll
crush you.”

“I’ll crush you.”

Oh good, there were two of them. Maybe it wasn’t a
good thing that all your kids spent so much time together?

You couldn’t help but giggle a little later in their
lives when neither one came out on top, and it was, in fact, little Kuroko Ai
who lead with a sweet smile and iron fist, much to both fathers’ despair.

I love this!!!

Akashi and Hanamiya’s reaction to their S/O being confessed to by another person right in front of them?

terriblesportsimagines:

Oh man, RIP other person… seriously, you gotta have balls to confess when other person is there, let alone these two!

Akashi Seijuro

It was like he wasn’t even there, and that’s what infuriated
him more than anything. Akashi knew his
weaknesses well enough, knew that he was possessive, but had been told off by
you enough times to know better than to voice his feelings on the subject. He’d mostly trained that part of himself
away, and he trusted you completely.
But this was too much. This
brazen idiot was so blatantly trespassing on his territory-

He tried to hold himself back. You’d scold him if he was too heavy handed, and ask why he didn’t
just let you deal with yourself. But it
was hard. The lowlife was touching you,
and it was all Akashi could do to hold himself back. Everything in him screamed to make him lower his head.

Why the lowlife couldn’t see that you were so far above him as
to be laughable was a mystery. How did
they even get the courage to talk to you, let alone while he was standing right
there?

You were not doing a good job at warning him away. You were trying to be kind and polite,
trying to spare the scum’s feelings.
This just wouldn’t do. Akashi
felt his patience snap as the scum reached out to pick up your hand. His arm darted between you and snatched the
wrist trying to taint you, fingers curling around it and squeezing much harder
than necessary.

Akashi’s stare was icy and imperious as he followed his arm
and positioned himself between you and the lowlife. “Do not touch what is not yours,” he stated, voice
blank, but frighteningly soft. “You
could not even hope to be in the same universe as my ____. Leave.
Now.”

The lowlife scrambled away, apologizing in a flurry of panic
and bows. Akashi watched with a smirk
as they literally ran for their life.

“Seijuro.”

You were angry, but Akashi didn’t regret his actions. “You weren’t handling it,” he said mildly,
turning towards you and smiling a little more genuinely. “So I did.”

“There are so many things wrong with what just happened, I
don’t even know where to start,” you sighed in annoyance, glaring at your
boyfriend.

Akashi leaned a bit and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “A man must defend his loved ones, ____.”

“His territory, you mean,” you grumbled, but it was
impossible to stay made at him when he smiled like that.

Smirking, Akashi took you hand. “That too.”

Hanamiya Makoto

Hanamiya couldn’t decide if this person was trying to make
him angry, or was just that stupid. He
stared for a long time, watching the fool blush and stammer, and watching you
throw helpless looks in his direction.

What did you want him to do? He knew that you’d be against all of his ideas, most of which
included bodily harm to the moron currently trying to, clumsily, steal what was
his. Of course he didn’t feel
threatened in the slightest, but it was annoying to have to watch and it was
making you uncomfortable. Plus, the
very fact that they were ignoring him was grating. Like the whole goddamn school didn’t know who you belonged to.

After the tenth pleading look, Hanamiya decided that you’d
just have to live with what he was going to do. He’d tried to stay out of it, to stick to the morals you
preferred, but you’d made that impossible, begging him to save you from this
idiot.

His hand shot out and fisted in the idiot’s shirt and used
the hold to jerk them towards him. He
slapped on his worst smile, and knew his eyes were like shards of broken glass
– if the idiot’s expression was any indication. “Do you have a death wish?”
He drawled, tone deceptive.

“N-No!” The idiot stuttered, clearly terrified.

“It sure looks like it,” Hanamiya continued, pulling them
even closer and narrowing his eyes.
“Just who do you think ____ belongs to?”

“Myself,” you mutter, but the slide of Hanamiya’s eyes made
you close your mouth quickly.

The idiot was obviously to scared to speak, since they just
stared at him with a dimwitted, terrified expression, swallowing heavily and
struggling to breathe, despite the fact that his hold on them was nowhere near
their throat. “Come near ____ again,
and I will break both your legs, is that clear?”

The idiot nodded frantically, and Hanamiya scoffed,
releasing him so that they could run away with their tail between their
legs.

You sighed, pouting at him a bit. “Was it really necessary to threaten them?”

A dark eyebrow rose.
“You’re the one who asked.”

Most excellent!

Ohhh a new headcannon game! How about C for Kuroko? :)

vball-baes-bball-babes:

Cuddle (Are they cuddly people? How do they like to hug/ be hugged?)

Awwww! Thank you for picking this sweetheart! He definitely needs a lot more love (funny considering he’s in the title of the anime! lol).

Does Kuroko cuddle? ABSOLUTELY! He loves having his girl reclined (on the couch or in bed), his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her stomach with her finger carding through his hair. He’ll fall asleep so fast in this position so hopefully she’s ok with staying in one place for a while!

When they’re seated upright on the couch watching TV or just catching up on their respective days, he’ll either have his arm around her, fingers tracing up and down her arm or her hands in his with his thumbs circling gently over her skin.

Ohhh a new headcannon game! How about C for Kuroko? :)

Cuddle (Are they cuddly people? How do they like to hug/ be hugged?)

Awwww! Thank you for picking this sweetheart! He definitely needs a lot more love (funny considering he’s in the title of the anime! lol).

Does Kuroko cuddle? ABSOLUTELY! He loves having his girl reclined (on the couch or in bed), his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her stomach with her finger carding through his hair. He’ll fall asleep so fast in this position so hopefully she’s ok with staying in one place for a while!

When they’re seated upright on the couch watching TV or just catching up on their respective days, he’ll either have his arm around her, fingers tracing up and down her arm or her hands in his with his thumbs circling gently over her skin.

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baesketballers:

reposted because I can’t delete a friggin reply

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

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

Reminder: that I’m available
for commissions and
please turn off best stuff first!

Female!Reader
ahead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“C’mon, just one bar, I promise.”

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

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

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

“Let
her go.”

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

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

“If
you ever touch her again—”

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s
get changed.”

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

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

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

“I’m
sorry, too,” he whispers.

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

You
want him to love you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

occasionally

breaking through.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

occasionally

breaking through.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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