Asahi Hair Head Canons

To quench your thirst. These came out less NSFW (but I tagged it that way anyway just in case) and more sensual but I hope everyone enjoys them nonetheless, especially since I threw them together in the span of about ten minutes.

Settle down on the couch with him in front of you to watch a movie. Innocent enough to get him in close proximity (though he’s eager to be close regardless of his nerves). Start slow by pulling out his man bun and have the foresight to keep a brush that is strictly for him at your house and use it to get out any knots. He.will.melt.

Once his locks are clear of any possible tangles, use your fingers to gently card through the strands, sometimes playing with them by twisting lengths with your finger before pulling it out to let it fall back natural. Just those gentle tugs will probably get his blood flowing a bit faster but you’re nowhere near done yet.

Take it one step further and go from light pulls of his hair through your fingers to gently scratching his scalp with every pass. No doubt you’ll feel him shiver and see goosebumps pop up all over his arms. Don’t be surprised if he’s taking a few more deep breaths that usual.

Move on from playing with the strands to massaging his scalp using finger nails and gentle pressure. This will pull a low groan from his throat that he tries desperately to keep back but fails. At this point his eyes are closed and head is down giving you better access to reach all of his head.

Gather his hair into a pony tail, making sure to get every last strand which will make you do little tugs here and there which he loves, before pulling hard enough to draw his body backwards while simultaneously skirting around to straddle his lap.

His throat is most likely exposed due to the unexpected power of your movements, so latch on and suck. His big hands, if they aren’t already, will be grasping your hips in a nano second and his half hard dick will rise to the occasion.

“I think you like me dom, Asahi-san,” you say playfully nipping his ear.

That’s all it takes for him to roll on top of you, heedless of being on the ground, to latch his mouth to yours. Let go of the grasp on his hair to be enveloped in a cascade of soft, male locks that smell like the ocean and love while he ravishes you.

I have much love for Karasuno’s ace, he was pretty much my first Haikyuu crush! – Admin Jade

Contribution to SS on haiykuties.

L R X for Kuroko, Aomine, Ushijima, Haizaki, Tanaka, and Nishinoya

First time doing these, I hope I did alright!

L: Location (Favorite place(s) to do the do)

Kuroko: Kuroko is a traditional when it comes to sex. He
likes to be somewhere secluded with preferably a lockable door. Of the
available options meeting this requirement, his favorite place to connect
intimately is your room because he’s literally surrounded by you (your scent,
your décor) all of it lets him lose himself in you.

Aomine: Never one to turn down an opportunity when it arises
(pun thoroughly intended) Aomine is game for almost anywhere but one of his
absolute favorite spots is his napping nook on the roof. You surprised him
there one day, jokingly suggesting you knew one way to wake him up and he took
your words at face value. Now, whenever he’s up there, he gets horny from the memory
and so takes you with him. Getting sex and
a nap? Win/win baby.

Ushijima: Also fairly traditional, Ushijima prefers to keep
private things private so will most likely not be into the idea of having any
sort of intimate relations outside of a bedroom or hotel. That being said, if
he’s particularly fired up after a game, he has been known to take you hard and
fast in the locker room when he knows there’s no chance of being caught.

Haizaki: He’ll take you whenever and wherever, honestly this
boy has no shame. His favorite spot? Up against a window. He’s slightly into voyeurism
(both watching and being watched). Plus, he likes rubbing in other people’s
faces the fact that you’re his to do with what he wants.

Tanaka: Poor boy took a long time to admit it because of
being embarrassed but he really loves when the two of you have sex in the
storage room at the gym. Call it cliché if you like, he just loves the slight
danger of getting caught coupled with being with you in a place that’s
basically his second home.

Nishinoya: All.about.the.shower. Noya loves the feel of your
body slicked up by the water even if it does make doing the actual act
challenging. Most likely here is where the warm up is started (heavy kissing,
petting, fingering) before he tugs you to the bed and screws you senseless.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks,
etc)

Kuroko: As stated above, he’s not really into risks, so he’d
be less likely to want to try anything too advanced. But if you really insist,
he’ll at least try what you’re asking of him.

Aomine: If you want to try it, he’s probably game, just nothing
up the butt (for him that is) thank you very much. If others want it, fine, but
he’s just not into it.

Ushijima: Less likely to want to venture far into the void.
He spends so much time working on volleyball that he doesn’t want to have to
think too much on how to do anything exceptionally new..

Haizaki: Haizaki likes to be in control so anything that
challenges that or makes him feel unsure of his ability to perform will be
denied. And since he’s able to continually bring you pleasure, he doesn’t see
the need to add anything too complicated into the mix. If it ain’t broke, don’t
fix it!

Tanaka: He’s eager to please so if you want to try
something, he’ll most likely say yes, just give him consistent reassurance or direction
if it’s something completely foreign to him and he’ll be fine. Also, option to
tell you he didn’t like it without the fear of negative consequences is key.

Nishinoya: This boy is genuinely curious and so would be
willing to take a chance every now and again to spice things up. If he doesn’t like
it, he’ll tell you. If he loves it, he won’t have to, his moans will be enough
to tell.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture
or words)

Kuroko: Kuroko’s member is of average length but a good
girth; pretty much the perfect type to have gentle, easy sex while still
stimulating all the right spots.

Aomine: Long, strong but slightly
slender (not thin). He knows he’s
packing good heat and definitely puts his hips to good use in driving it home.

Ushijima: Thick and veined, this boy is packing extreme
heat. It’s basically a third lower limb when fully erect so he takes his time
with preparing you.

Haizaki: Slightly curves to the left but definitely of good
caliber in the length and width department. He’s surprisingly groomed as well
which makes for a more pleasant experience when giving him head.

Tanaka: Just above average length and girth, and almost
perfectly smooth. He’s also one who keeps himself well trimmed and
exceptionally clean.

Nishinoya: Don’t let his stature fool you, Noya has every
right to be a bit cocky. While his length is in proportion to his body size, he
makes up for anything lacking inches with his stamina and speed.

Ushijima first time have sex after him and gf graduated from high school pretty pls? Thanks

Sorry it took forever, I hope you enjoy!

It’s all over. The homework, the exams, the reports. No more
practice with his same team, no more horror movie marathon thrust upon him by
Tendou. In two days, he’ll be moving back home for a quick break before heading
off to university.

But all of that fades to black as your hands wrap around his
neck tugging him into another heated kiss. Ushijima is hovering above you,
strong arms caging you in but he’s concerned about hurting you so he holds his
weight at bay, leaving you yearning for more. His shirt is gone, thrown
somewhere to a corner of his room while yours is in the process of being tugged
from your body. When one large hand grasps your still bra encased breast a gasp
leaves your lips.

“Did I hurt-“

“No!” you interrupt emphatically, “but you’re killing me
with the teasing.”

“I’m not teasing you,” he answers honestly, stopping long
enough to look in your eyes. “Why do you want to rush this?”

His blunt question catches you momentarily off caught. You
caress his cheek with the backs of your fingers, eyes going softer to convey
the sincerity of your words. “I’m not, Toshi, I’m just…I want you so bad. I
have for a long time and now that it’s finally happening,” you shrug losing his
gaze, “I guess I’m impatient.”

He nods in understanding. It’s not like he isn’t eager but he
wouldn’t do this with just anyone. He loves you, more than he thought it
possible for him to ever love another person and the idea of barreling through
your first time together doesn’t sit well with him.

“Just, let me enjoy you,” he says leaning back down, “and
hopefully you’ll enjoy me too.”

“I always enjoy you, Wakatoshi,” you whisper closing your
eyes when he kisses your neck again gently.

He hums appreciatively, leaning up and drawing you with him.
Despite his outward calm appearance, Ushijima is shaking to his core. It isn’t
just because he wants to take his time with you that he’s moving slow;
inexperience definitely plays a part in his hesitancy. This becomes a bit more evident
when his large fingers can’t properly grasp the hooks of your bra. He lets out
a low grunt of frustration, the effort to keep you upright and pull apart the
stubborn tab straining his patience.

You move to a more properly seated position and press on his
chest. “Let me,” you offer with a shy smile. He nods, letting go and moving
back to give you some room to move. Slowly your arms contort to reach behind
you, nimble fingers unhooking the contraption with practiced ease. As the
straps slide down your arms and the main fabric falls away, Ushijima feels his
pulse racing, blood roaring in his ears like a waterfall.

You’re absolutely stunning and he’s only gotten you half
naked at this point.

With trepidation he lifts his hands, touching you feather
lightly making your heart pound against your ribs. Your eyes close as you focus
on the sensation of his hands upon untouched flesh for the first time. An
unexpected warmth against your nipple makes you gasp, eyelids flying open to
find Wakatoshi bent forward at a slightly awkward angle to take you into his
mouth. You arch invitingly, knowing you should probably lie back to give him
better access but even this feels amazing enough that you don’t want to move.

He makes the decision for you, hand settling to the small of
your back and pulling to shift your hips while he presses you back down onto
the mattress, the whole time never relinquishing his mouth from your breast. An
experimental roll of his tongue followed by a gentle nip has you keening and he
feels his length harden considerably in response. His pants are getting
uncomfortably tight but he doesn’t want to stop.

He feels the call to haste burning in him now, the patience
he asked you to have breaking within himself. He wants you so bad it hurts. His
mouth leaves your breast to capture your lips, his kiss hard, hot and messy,
hand grasping your hair tightly. When he moves to breath, he pants out, “Much
as I want to savor taking off your clothes, I can’t wait that long.”

“Fine by me,” you agree hastily, skirting out from under him
to shred the rest of your clothes while he does the same.

Ushijima takes one moment to make sure the condom and lube
are within easy reach before his body is covering yours once more. His flesh is
almost burning in the fever of his want. You can feel the rush of the blood in
his veins under the fingers you have clenching against his neck. The feeling of
hard and hot is all over you, the result of years of training and working out
to become the best, to be the best. But
the press of his member against the slick of your core draws your focus.

This is really happening.

Ushijima still won’t put his full weight against you but the
feel of your skin is intoxicating. “_____,” he grunts, mouth moving faster over
your skin. It feels like he’s everywhere at once, trying to taste all of you in
one go and the fervency of his attack makes you lose your breath. Teeth scrap
against you, hands and fingers grasping and clenching the soft of your flesh,
kneading your muscles, molding you as he wills. You’re completely in his hands,
and arms and legs and…oh god you can’t stand to wait anymore.

“Please, Toshi,” you beg, “I need you.”

He clenches his eyes shut, trailing his hand to touch the
joining of your intimates. He inserts one thick digit, remembering the
importance of preparation. Tendou, for all his flaws and oddities, had been a
surprisingly good source of information in regards to sex due to his experience
with his college freshman girlfriend.

Wakatoshi gently pushes in a second finger, lips fastening
on your neck and sucking hard drawing a gasp from your throat. Hot puffs
of your breath hit his ear, your moans and mewls of need and want nearly making
him come right then and there. He’s pretty sure he’ll explode the second he
enters so with great reluctance, he withdraws his fingers and grabs the condom.

Getting it on proves a bit of a challenge, but he manages to
do so without breaking it. He moves into position, locking eyes with you before
asking, “Are you ready?”

You nod quickly, closing your eyes again as he enters, slow
and steady, stretching you inch by inch. It burns and is uncomfortable but you
want this too badly to stop now. He waits for a moment when you take in a long
suck of air and hold your breath.

“Are you ok?” he asks voice strained with the effort to hold
his body still.

“Yes, just keep going,” you say through clenched teeth.

He hates that this hurts you, but you both knew it was
unavoidable. Nodding once, he continues on, filling you up to the brink. When
he’s fully seated within your heat, you both let out long sighs, just savoring
the feeling of being joined as one.

After a few moments, the unexpected shift of your hips makes
Ushijima gasp; the friction this deep is amazing!

“Please, Toshi, you can move now,” you implore.

He doesn’t waste a moment, drawing back before pushing back
in, slowly at first both to let you get used to the feel of him and also so he
doesn’t come right away, though he’s sure he won’t last much longer than he
has.

Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling him down
further to touch your chests together.
“Toshi, I won’t break, I want to feel all of you,” you say looking in his eyes.
He kisses you then, tugging your lower lip into his mouth and sucking firmly.
His thrusts come a little harder, a little faster and when you scratch his back
with the blunt of your nails he groans into your mouth.

“_____, I…I love you,” he says, voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Tosh,” you reply then kiss him hard.

Ushijima feels your inner walls clench him tightly, almost
stealing his breath. He grunts once, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic as he
nears his peak. With one last hard shove, he comes apart, spilling into the
condom and moaning into your neck. When he lifts his head to look at you, he
finds a sweet smile on your face.

Then realization dawns on him. “Did you…did you get to..” he
trails off, embarrassed despite still being buried within you.

After a second’s hesitation, you shake your head no but before
he can bemoan his failure your lips are back on his mouth. You pull away just
enough to say, “We have the whole night, not everything has to be or will be
perfect. Other than, of course, the fact that I’m doing this with you.”

He allows a small smile to grace his lips at your words,
touching your face tenderly before kissing you again. He slides out and off of
you to dispose of the condom, eager to return the pleasure you provided him.

It makes for a long night, but neither of you care because you’re
here, together, showing your love in new and exciting ways.

And there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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Oh gosh sorry i’m a mess, the song for oikawa is take this waltz, and the reader has jut gone through a very bad moment and Oikawa just wants to let them know that he loves them and that is okay to be sad, if you’re confortable with it can you do some nsfw too? Fluff please! Sorry again for bothering so much i’m a mess, i hope this is okay!

No worries dear! I will admit, I struggled a bit with this
one because I couldn’t quite get the song to mesh with my perception of your
request so instead I focused only on what you specifically asked for. That
means I don’t really have anywhere to sprinkle the lyrics but I’ve been doing
the song fics both ways (lyrics and no lyrics) so I really hope you like what I
came up with as far as the scene goes. Thanks for following and thanks for the
request!

Take this Waltz By Leonard Cohen – Oikawa

A deep sigh leaves your lips, eyes glazing over until the
words on the page before you blur into a massive blob of unreadable text. You
can’t concentrate, the words uttered to you so carelessly echoing in your head
on an endless cycle of repeated insult. You know he doesn’t mean to be like
this, but sometimes the expectations and pressure your father puts on you is
overwhelming. Couple that with the constant disappointment he seems to have for
you and you’re left in the wake of a self-deprecating cyclone that just won’t
quit.

“_____-chan, what’s wrong?” Tooru’s voice draws you out of
your haze and you force a smile up at him.

“Nothing Tooru, just,” you pause momentarily trying to think
of something safe to say, something that won’t draw out all the feelings of
inferiority and self-doubt you have to the surface. “I’m just having trouble
understanding this section,” you continue quickly pointing to the page. It’s
not exactly a lie, you haven’t read anything for the past ten minutes despite
staring at it continuously.

Tooru hums, the sound a clear indication he doesn’t believe
you. Taking your hand, he draws you out of his desk chair and seats you on his
bed. Grasping your other hand, he looks down for a moment seemingly to gather
his thoughts before his normally teasing gaze when you’re positioned on his
place of sleep is replaced with a much more serious expression. “_____-chan, I
know that’s not it,” he says slowly, thumbs tracing over your skin. “I wish you
didn’t feel like you have to keep everything buried inside, it’s ok to show
your emotions every once in a while.”

You try for teasing when you ask, “So you want me to be sad,
Tooru?”

“No,” he answers drawing out the word, hand lifting to
caress your cheek and you lean into the touch. “But I know that bottling up
everything isn’t good either. Every so often it’s good to, you know, just cry
it out.”

His gaze is steady but soft, eyes never leaving yours and
conveying all the support and love you so desperately need. The roiling turmoil
lodged deep in the pit of your stomach erupts like an overactive volcano and
you let out a large sob, giant tears streaking down your face. Tooru falls to
the bed on his back, drawing you with him to lay your head on his chest, his
strong arms wrapped securely around your now quivering body. You cry and cry
and cry, releasing all of the pent up agony that comes with being a university
student with too much pressure, demands and expectations placed upon them.

Through it all, Tooru never stops his motions; rubbing your
back, carding his fingers through your hair, kissing your forehead or your
temple but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to fix it. He lets you be
flawed and in some twist of irony you don’t think you’ve ever loved him more
than right now, for just letting you be broken, letting you talk about your
fears and anxiety in a torrent of barely coherent speech, words you’ve kept
locked away so long for fear of more judgement despite knowing he’s the last
person in the world who would do so.

Your breakdown only lasts about ten minutes but the relief
you feel from the expulsion of so much toxicity makes you feel lighter. Tooru
still doesn’t say anything as your sobs turn to sniffles and your breathing
from gasps to slight puffs of air. His shirt is soaked with tears and snot but
he doesn’t care, he knows you needed this more than anything he could give you.
It broke his heart to hear you so despondent but he knows, he knows so well how
much better you will feel now that all of that has gotten out.

You rise, eager to get the remnants of your outpouring off
of your face. Tooru watches you from the bed, leaning up to take off his shirt
and chuck it in the hamper. When you turn back around, face cleaner but still
blotched red from the sting of your salty tears, he rises quickly and goes to
you, drawing you back into his arms in a fierce embrace.

“Tooru, wha-,” you begin only to be cut off by insistent
lips on your own. Your low, sweet moan pulls a different feeling from Tooru’s
chest and he grips you tighter, kisses you harder until a slight whimper makes
him pull away to look at you again.

Your eyes are half hooded as are his, his thumb tracing the
bottom of your kiss abused lips. “Now that you’ve fallen apart,” he says, voice
low and thick as he draws you even closer to whisper against your ear, “Let me
help mend you.” A delicate kiss to the underside of your jaw has you melting
and him smirking; he knows all the buttons to push to drive you to your knees
if he wanted. But he’s feeling magnanimous and eager to please so instead he
gathers you in his arms to take back to his bed, pausing only to open his door
and shove out the “do not disturb” sign he and his roommate agreed to keep for occasions
such as these.

The flat of your back hits the mattress with a soft thud but
you’re momentarily pulled up right for Tooru to shed you of your shirt. “Tooru,
I’m such a mess,” you protest but he silences you with a nip to your neck.

“And I’m going to make you an even bigger one,” he purrs licking
the shell of your ear. Hands find their way to the waist band of your jeans,
his mouth sucking roughly on the side of your throat as he undoes their button.
He draws back, releasing your skin with an audible pop that brings a flush of
red to your cheeks brighter than the mark left on your neck. “Always so bashful,” he coos
teasingly, lips trailing over the sensitive flesh of your abdomen. He can smell
you through your panties, the knowledge of your arousal to his dominance making
his mouth water.

“God ____-chan, you have no idea what you do to me,” he
moans, kissing your inner thighs with reverence. You’ve no time to consider his
words before he’s tugging the last barrier to your sex away from your body. No
matter how many times you do this with him, you feel the instinct to cover
yourself but he’s having none of that today. Strong hands grip your wrists,
holding your arms flush against your sides as he delves into the sweet nectar
of your center.

“Tooru,” you hiss. Turning your head against his pillow brings your
nose nearer the fabric which smells of him in the best way, adding to the
feeling of him devouring you whole. His tongue is prodding deeper, pushing to
go as far into you as he can. A gentle hum from his mouth sends shockwaves
directly to your spine making your toes curl into the sheets. You’d no idea you
were this worked up, but apparently it’s been longer than you remember since
the two of you have been intimate.

Then again, Tooru can make you come in seconds when he
really wants to.

“Ah! Tooru, wait! You know if you make me come I can’t-“

“I don’t care about that,” he says roughly. “This is all
about you right now so the only sounds I wanna hear coming from those pretty
lips are moans and gasps while I wreck you.”

“I thought you were putting me back together?” you ask through a groan.

“Change of plans and judging by how soaked you are, I can’t say that you mind, now enough talking,” he growls before diving back in.

Further speech on both your parts is stalled, him because his
mouth is occupied with pleasuring you and you’re too busy adhering to his request. You can’t
stop the noises you’re making even if you wanted to. Tooru releases your wrists
in favor of sliding his hands under your ass to lift and draw you even closer,
the resulting deeper penetration prompting you to card your fingers through his
hair for which he moans in approval.

“…Tooru…”you pant, hips writhing as pressure builds deep
in your stomach. He sucks hard at your clit making you jerk, his fingers
tightening their hold. It doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to bloom,
sprouting out from the apex of your thighs through all your veins sending a
keening cry of “Oh god!” through your lips. Tooru keeps up the pressure,
drawing it out as long as he can until your thighs are shaking and you’re
pushing against his head in silent request to stop.

He draws back, heaving deep breaths. When you meet his eyes,
you find them blown wide with lust, a satisfied smile on his face as he wipes
his lips. He moves away to the bathroom to wash up quickly, downing a glass of
water to rehydrate himself. By the time he returns, you’re already half asleep.

Tooru chuckles, grabbing a spare blanket before shucking his
pants to curl up next to you, flesh to flesh. You snuggle into the warmth of
his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you further into
slumber. “I love you,” he whispers against the crown of your head. You’re
pretty sure you respond but if not, you’ll just make it up to him later.

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I love the imagine you wrote with aomine dry humping reader! It was so good T_T Could I maybe get a similar one but with Haizaki? Thank you! You’re amazing!

Thank you anon, I’m glad you enjoyed it! I hope you like
this (lots of creative license taken in regards to the car choice of course but
that just adds to the fun!)

When Haizaki first got his El Camino you thought it an
over-sized gas glutton. How could he want such a wasteful vehicle? When
questioned, his says with a gleam in his eyes, “What guy wouldn’t want a
car with a literal bed built in?”

Now, straddle above him under the black of night, waves crashing
not too far away, you’re beginning to see the benefits of his choice in
transportation. Especially when he grinds his clothed erection against your
rapidly dampening panties beneath your skirt.

“Ha..Haizaki,” you moan.

“Tch, glad to see you’ve come around.” He flips
your positions, pressing you none too gently against the haphazard pile of
pillows strewn on the bed of the car. “Then again I’m always glad to see
you come.”

He grinds down sending shock waves of pleasure through your
body making you gasp. Your hands clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into the
material of his shirt. When he moves his hand to start undressing you, you
whisper harshly, “No! Please, Haizaki, don’t stop.”

His grin is feral, body descending to fully cover yours.
Latching his mouth against your neck, he sucks hard bruising the skin and making
you writhe up against him.

“What’s this? You want me to make you come in your
clothes?” His lips move to your ear, hot breath panting against sensitive
nerve endings. “I knew you were a dirty girl, look at you letting me make
a mess of you like this.”

Your only response is a guttural moan when he presses his
throbbing, jean encased dick harder against you. Your breaths blend between
your mouths amongst hot, wet kisses. Heat begins to build from your insides
out, the friction of the cloth surprisingly erotic.

Haizaki can’t believe how undone you are, cursing and
moaning, clasping onto him in what feels like desperation. But he’s always been
a selfish bastard and much as this is turning him on, it’s not enough.

His movement startles your eyes open. “Haizaki,
wha-”

“I don’t want to come in my pants,” he growls,
shucking his jeans down till they’re around his ankles. He rips off your
panties, the smell of your sex hitting him like a baseball bat to the head.
Shoving into you quickly he grunts, “I want to come in you.”

Your breath catches in your throat from his rough entry but
the pain is fleeting giving way to pleasure when he pulls back and slams in
again at just the right angle. He pushes your skirt up till it’s bunched around
your waist, eager to touch your naked flesh. His digits burn against your skin,
gripping tight enough to brand you with the evidence of his embrace.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses between his teeth which
next latch onto your throat.

A pillow slips away during his frantic movement leaving his
knees to press against the harsh metal of the car bed but he ignores the pain,
it’s nothing compared to the feeling of being buried in your heat.

“Haizaki,” you whimper, inner walls clenching and
he knows you’re close.

“Not yet baby,” he orders pistoning harder. You
groan loudly, thankful for the distance between yourselves and decent society,
the crash of the waves hopefully drowning your cries. “Shit,” Haizaki
mutters,“ you’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck, I…I’m almost-” his
words cut off with an animalistic growl as he comes hard deep within you. His
hand snakes between your bodies, firmly pressing against your clit and
swiveling fast.

“That’s my bad girl,” he coos mockingly,
“come for me baby, I wanna hear you scream!”

“Haizaki!” A rush of wet heat hits his hand as
you finally reach sweet relief, his loose soft hair gripped tightly in your
fingers.

You’re both panting heavily, clothes bunched and mussed. He
kisses you lazily, smirking against your mouth. “Bet you don’t hate this
thing as much, huh?”

You shake your head slowly, eyelids adhering to the call to
close. Haizaki somehow finds the strength to pull up his pants, sliding the
belt into place before lying next to you once more.

You have bruises on your neck and hips while he’s sporting
his own on his knees but you both don’t mind the reminders of your nights of
passion.

It’s just one of the reasons why you’re so perfect for him.

Can’t Buy Me Love…

I decided to combine these two, I hope you don’t mind!

“Absolutely not,” Akashi states earning a severe pout from
Kise.

“But Akashi-cchi!” the blonde whines, “it’s for a good
cause!”

“Then I’ll just donate directly. I refuse to be a part of
such a ridiculous event.” His voice is calm but firm, finality in his tone. He
turns to leave only to practically be bowled over by you. Akashi steadies
himself and you, smirking inwardly at the flush of embarrassment on your cheeks
but extends what some would perceive a kind smile. “Be careful, ______-san,” he
admonishes gently.

“Sorry, Akashi-san! I’m just in a bit of a rush to-“

“______-chan!” shouts one of your friends as they run up
behind you. “Slow down, everything will be fine!”

You turn to look at the cloister of three girls as they stop
next to you and the two basketball prodigies. Flushing a deeper shade of red,
you comment, “There’s still so much to get ready!” Looking up at Kise, you smile
warmly. “Thanks for helping us out, Kise-kun!”

Kise’s lips tilt up in a flirtatious grin and Akashi has to
refrain from smacking it off his face; never mind the fact he doesn’t know
Akashi himself is interested in you. “It’s no problem, ______-cchi!”

Akashi barely hides his surprise when you say, “And thank
you, too, Akashi-san.”

He schools his face into polite recognition. “It’s my
pleasure to be of assistance, _____-san.”

A deep flush erupts over your face and before you can
embarrass yourself further you sprint off again, calling out, “See you at the
auction!”

As the rest of the girls make their way after you, Akashi
turns a cold stare onto Kise. “You told her I’d help? Before you even asked
me?”

Kise can’t help a thin sheet of sweat appearing on his brow
but he knew if he couldn’t get Akashi committed, none of the other of the General of Miracles or Kagami-kun would
help at the bachelor auction for the girls’ basketball team. Swallowing his
nerves, he says, “I’m sorry, Akashi-cchi, but they really needed help! Besides,
it will be fun! A bunch of girls clamoring over each other to win a day with
us, what could be better?”

“I could think of a number of things,” Akashi snaps.
Sighing, his index finger and thumb rubbing his forehead, he continues, “But seeing
as you’ve already gotten her hopes up, I can’t very well back down.”

“I knew you’d do it! Especially for ______-chan!”

A dark chuckle leaves Akashi’s throat. “So, you knew, huh?”

“Akashi-cchi, I’m not as dumb as you all think I am,” Kise
remarks dryly. Then, brightening up again, he adds, “Now, can you call other
guys and make them come too?”

Another sigh leaves Akashi’s lips but his fingers are
already pressing the keys of his cellphone, a message ordering the rest of his
former team and their newest frenemy to join them at the auction. Needless to
say, everyone complies, whether they want to or not.

“Eh? There’s a lot of girls here, Kise-chin,” Murasakibara
mumbles around his snack stick.

“Tch, maybe this won’t be so bad after all,” rumbles Aomine,
eyeing the sea of estrogen milling about the gym.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this,” Kuroko mutters,
startling Kagami who curses in surprise.

“Baka! No one will notice you anyway,” grunts the ace.

“No need to be rude, Kagami-kun,” Kuroko replies evenly.

“This is highly undesirable, what if I end up being
purchased by my opposite sign? Or someone who’s luck is bad?” grumbles Midorima.

“Will all of you stop worrying?” Kise laughs. “This isn’t a
big deal. Just a day spent with a lovely girl! Easy!”

Back stage, you’re a nervous wreck watching the proceedings
of the event begin. How your friends ever talked you into something like this
you’ll never know but from the very first male put out for auction you can
already see it’s a great idea because the bids are pouring in like crazy.

One after the other of those who have agreed to have a day
with them auctioned off come and go, the generation of miracles actually being
the funniest because the boys are just so flustered, save for Aomine who
oversees his own bid war.

When Akashi takes the stage, a hushed whisper carries over
the crowd of women; no one appears bold enough to bid on the confident male.
That is, until one of your friends from the tennis club speaks up. Her bid
brings out others and soon it’s an intense battle between her (and the rest of
your friends who keep upping the ante) and another girl. Eventually the sum
grows to an insane number and you wonder how in the world your girls are going
to pay when they win. They look surprisingly calm considering the sum they just
committed to but you don’t have time to consider it further when other needs
vie for your attention.

At the end of the event, you’ve found your quota goal was
hit by the bid war on Akashi alone which means you have a rather large surplus
for which your coach is practically crying tears of joy over.

When your friends make their way to you, you open your mouth
to interrogate them about the bid war when the instigator of it stops your
words cold with some of her own. She gently ushers Akashi forward, saying
through a mischievous smile, “Happy birthday, ______-chan, he’s all yours.”

The next morning dawns a Saturday and you find yourself
opening the door to let Akashi in. You’ve no idea what to do with him for the
next 24 hours and so had suggested the two of you meet at your house to discuss
what to do and/or where to go. He’d been very amiable to the idea but as he
enters your home clad in dark designer jeans and snuggly fit button-down shirt
you feel your mouth go dry; what the heck were your friends thinking?

“I’ll be right there, Akashi-san, make yourself
comfortable,” you advise making your way to the kitchen.

Aksahi seats himself on your loveseat, eyes trailing around
the room. He smiles, glad for this opportunity to have one on one time with
you.

When you return with a tray of lemonade and ginger snap
cookies, you take a seat next to him, the feeling of electricity humming over
your skin. He accepts the glass you extend to him with a murmured thanks,
taking a sip.

“This is exceptionally good,” he compliments.

“Thank you, it’s my secret recipe,” you reply smiling.

Silence descends and you struggle to come up with
conversation topics, but what you are supposed to talk about with Akashi Seijuro?
He’s been your crush since middle school, an unattainable distant dream that
never left because he’s always been in your periphery. A delicate blush crawls
over your cheeks, descending your neck when remembrances of fantasies of what
it would be like to kiss Akashi come flooding into your mind. Why are you
thinking of those and now of all
times?

Akashi watches you closely, taking inventory of your
expression, the pattern of your breathing, the pallor of your skin and they all
add up to one thing; he wasn’t mistaken in his conviction that you are
attracted to him as well. But he can see you’re uneasy, maybe even
uncomfortable and it gives him an unpleasant feeling.

Meeting his eyes, words rush out of your mouth before you
can consider the consequences of them. “I’m sorry my friends made you end up
with me.” His eyebrows rise slightly but before he can say anything you’re
already talking again, “I mean, I know I’m not the type of person you’d want to
spend an hour with let alone a whole day so I won’t be mad if you want to
leave.” You try for a small smile but the damage is already done, your
self-deprecation banging against his ear drums like an annoying clang.

As he carefully sets down his glass, you look away,
unwilling to watch him leave. A touch against your chin has you flinching in
surprise. Akashi’s grip is firm but gentle as he guides your face back to his
own. His eyes are open a bit wider, the two hues almost glowing and you catch
your breath behind your teeth.

This was not the way he’d planned on progressing, but Akashi
simply cannot abide by you having so low of an opinion of yourself. “If that’s
how you feel, then I’ll have to let you in on a little secret.” His hand flits
delicately over your skin to clasp to the side of your neck, his touch
producing a wave of goosebumps. Slowly he leans forward, breath ghosting the
shell of your ear as he whispers, “Your friends were merely instruments in my
plan to get you alone.”

Akashi stood near but
separate from the cluster of his fellow basketball players, eyes fixated on
your figure as you rushed about taking care of the last-minute details. It
irked him to no end to have the real object of his affections so near when you
might as well be a thousand miles away. The members of the girls’ team were, of
course, not bidding because the whole point was to raise money for the team and
if they were to join in, well, that would defeat the purpose. Never one to
pout, Akashi felt the closest to doing so as he ever has in his life, even
since he was a child.

It isn’t as though he
lacked the confidence to ask you out but contrary to his attitude towards
basketball and almost everywhere else in his life, Akashi does not want to
resort to obtaining love by exerting his will. He wants you to want him on your
own volition and though he’s fairly sure you feel similar to himself as he does
to you, he’s never one to jump the gun on important things.

It’s a remarkedly
irritating position to be in but he’s a much more patient man than people give
him credit for. But that doesn’t mean he’s above creating a situation where
there is more opportunity for something to happen, even if the creation of it
is a bit convoluted. The idea came to him in a burst of inspiration when he saw
your same friends as before twittering together next to the stage, pointing at
himself and the other guys.

He made his way
confidently to them, putting on his most endearing smile. “Good afternoon
ladies,” he opened smoothly. They all fell silent, some in awe while others in
fear but he didn’t keep them waiting for his words. “I have a request to make
of you, if you would be so kind?” They looked at each other for a moment, then
the bravest of them nodded her head ever so slightly.

“Great, this is what I
want you to do,” he went on and explained his plan.

“Wha…wait…you…” Your eyes are wide open, the truth of Akashi’s
words hitting you like a freight train. He manipulated the bidding…all to get
time with you?

“Akashi-san,” you breathe out and he has to suppress a
shudder at the feel of your breath against his lips, “that…you spent too much
money! You didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh? And why is that, pray tell?” His tone is light, teasing,
almost as if he already knows what you’re going to say.

You swallow thickly, words getting stuck in your throat like
peanut butter but you press on in a burst of courage you didn’t even know you
had until this moment. “Because I would have spent time with you for free,” you
confess.

He smiles a bit more warmly, his other hand joining its
partner behind your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, _____-chan. Helping
your team in the process is just icing on the cake.” He locks eyes with you
more firmly, a flirtatious fire burning in his irises. “Though I advise you take advantage of the
situation, this is probably the only time in my life I’m willing to submit to
someone else. So, make it count.”

You can’t stop a violent shudder from coursing over your
body at the heat laced in his words. Should you do this? Literally take
advantage of him? Though, even with you in charge of whatever happens today,
you can’t help but feel the pull of Akashi’s strings in every instant. But you
can’t find it in yourself to care because you now know whatever he does he
isn’t doing solely because you ordered it, but because he wants to do it.

And that makes it so much better.

“Akashi-san, kiss me.”

Akashi leans forward, kissing you lightly at first. His
touch ignites a fire in your veins, breeding something akin to desperation and
you whimper against the suppleness of his lips. You feel him smile but you’re
not sure if its benevolence or something darker that hides behind his
expression when he pulls away.

“More, please.” The tables have turned already, but Akashi’s
been playing this game longer than you.

“I’m sorry, I only follow orders,” he replies smugly.

Your cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink as you respond, “Kiss
me more, Akashi-san.”

A startled gasp falls from your lips when Akashi pulls you
into his lap, arranging your legs to straddle him. “I aim to please, master,” he purrs, sending a shock wave
of heat over your whole body. His head cranes up, lips touching yours
delicately, teeth gently scraping against the sensitive flesh making you
shiver. His hold grows tighter, hand weaving into your hair as he tugs you
further down. Your breaths mingle, heat growing exponentially between your
bodies and when he finally seals your mouth with his own you can’t stop the low
moan that comes from the back of your throat.

Akashi returns the sentiment, snaking his arm fully around
your waist to hold you close. He’s already half hard, practically going out of
his calm collected mind with desire to ravish you properly. But he forces
himself to go slow, to wait for your instructions and leave all the power in
your hands. Besides, he wants to savor this, wants to savor you.

Your heartbeat feels like a jackhammer against your chest,
the scent of Akashi’s cologne overwhelming your senses while his tongue does
quick work of making you weak kneed. You don’t remember pulling on him, but the
next thing you know you’re on your back on the couch with him above you. His
lips trail down your neck, nipping and licking the sensitive skin making your
body arch and writhe beneath him.

Akashi is struggling to maintain control of himself. As much
as he wants you, he knows it’s too soon to go much farther than this but his
hands seem to have a mind of their own as they weave under the fabric of your
shirt to touch your flesh. You arch again, chest pressing to his and he groans
deeply into your mouth.

“______-chan, we…we should stop,” he pants but you tug him
back down with surprising force.

“We’re done when I say we’re done, Seijuro.” Your voice is
rough and lust filled sending pulsing waves of longing through his whole body
straight to his groin.

“Fuck,” he hisses as your hips lift causing your
ever-growing heat to press against his now fully hardened erection. Momentarily
abandoning his roll of the submissive he growls out, “If you keep that up, I
can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

Your body is screaming for him, want coursing through you
like a raging rapid. The logical portion of your brain is admonishing you to
stop but you can’t, not when he’s kissing you like this and touching you like
that and, oh god right there!

“Seijuro, touch me,” you whimper canting your hips up to
emphasize where exactly you want his hand. Akashi complies quickly, thrusting
his hand up your skirt to shove aside the cloth of your panties.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against your neck, fingers
exploring the contours of your most intimate area. A rush of heat stains your
cheeks at his words but you don’t want him to stop.

“Please, Seijuro, please,” you beg, voice shifting to a
higher octave when he slowly pushes two digits into your core. Akashi swallows
your deep moan of pleasure, his tongue probing and tasting all that it can
reach. He takes the reigns now, following instinct on what to do; he’s not
completely naïve, he’s seen a few videos here and there (it can’t be avoided
being Aomine’s friend after all).

His thumb finds your clit and presses hard prompting you to
tear your mouth away from his to release a loud wail of his name. It drives him
higher, his hand pumping faster to bring you to your end.

“Come on, _______-chan, come for me,” he orders. You do,
violently, your body shaking hard against his.

Both of you have sweat adorning your brows, clothes rumpled
and askance with mussed hair and glazed eyes. When you finally look at each
other again, content smiles are exchanged. Akashi extracts his hand carefully,
grabbing a napkin from the tray to clean you and his fingers before he caresses
your cheek and kisses you gently.

When he pulls away you can’t help teasing, “What happened to
me being the master?”

“The day is still young, ______-chan. I think you could use
more practice, though it may be preferable to take these types of activities
back to my house.”

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Hiya! :3 Can I please request a song fic for Kuroo x fem!reader? The song is Somewhere only we Know by Keane, the reader is leaving for a year because she’s a exchange student. If possible do fluff, angst and nsfw (all of them hehe) I hope I don’t bother you and that the rules are Ok, thanks in advance sweetie and congrats reaching 1.000 ❤

Thank you for the congratulations and for requesting my favorite
cat captain! And it’s never a bother hearing from you all, I love the requests
I receive and you followed the rules perfectly. Also, this ended up hella long
so I’m putting it under the cut. I hope you enjoy!

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane – Kuroo

The first time Kuroo saw you, he was distracted. He was running
late for practice and had to sprint across the campus in order to get the gym
even remotely on time. Just as he exited from the overhang of one of the
classrooms, a startled, “Look out!” drew his attention. With his quick
reflexes, he was able to dodge whatever it was that landed in the place he was
formerly standing. Looking up, he caught sight of your blushing face, a
confused scowl on his own.

“What’s the big idea tossing things from there!” he shouted up and
you blushed further.

“So…sorry, senpai,” you stammered out, heart hammering in your
chest.

From beside you a fellow underclassman explained you were
conducting the “egg drop” test for your science class. Reaching down, Kuroo
found the object for which all this trouble, and his now being late to
practice, had caused. It was an orange wrapped snuggly with a rubber band.

Looking back up at you, he smirked. “Looks like you’ll get a passing
grade,” he supplied then took off again as he tossed it back up to your
position. You fumbled a bit but caught it, eyes chasing after his tall form as
he ran.

As he left, Kuroo gave you one last consideration: you were cute.
How had he not seen you before now? But the answer supplied itself as he
entered the gym; once focused on volleyball everything and everyone else faded
into the background.

I walked
across an empty land

I knew the
pathway like the back of my hand

I felt the
earth beneath my feet

Sat by the
river, and it made me complete

The second time you ran into each other, he was on his way home on
the train, eyes fixated on his failed test. Overall, his grades were decent but
falling behind was not an option; his mother had already warned one more failed
class and she’d pull him from the team. Grumbling, he didn’t notice you take a
seat until the train lurched and you crashed into him, body unprepared for the
shift of the car.

“I’m sorry,” you cried out hastening to move away from him.

His eyes landed on you, widening a bit when he realized you looked
familiar. Suddenly it came to him. “You’re the orange drop girl, aren’t you?”
he asked.

Blinking at him, you managed a small shy smile, nodding slightly.

Looking down, you saw that his paper had fallen to the ground
during your impact and trying to be kind, you picked it up. Your eyes couldn’t
stop from reading the page, a crimson flushing across your cheeks as you
realized he probably didn’t want anyone, let alone a stranger from his school,
seeing it. But you also couldn’t help noticing he was struggling in a subject
you were quite astute in.

Before you thought better of it, your lips were moving. “If you
need help in this subject, I could tutor you.” A deep flush overtook your face
but you forced yourself to meet Kuroo’s eyes.

His face spoke of incredulity and he was seconds away from turning
you down. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to admit was that he needed help
but he was running out of time and focusing on school was getting harder the
closer and closer they crept towards Nationals.

Extending his hand, he replied, “Ok, orange-drop girl, show me
what’cha got?”

You shook hands, offering, “It’s l/n, f/n, in case you were
wondering, Kuroo-senpai.”

He chuckled. “Sure, _______-san.”

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

His first study session with you proved a challenge because he
couldn’t focus. His phone was constantly going off with questions from the team
not to mention other groups he was involved in projects for. Normally a focused
person, Kuroo found it very difficult to give his full attention to the subject
matter mostly because his lack of understanding it frustrated him. He was
tense, eye brows furrowed but no matter how hard he tried, everything you were
saying didn’t make sense.

“You know, I think this is just a waste of time,” he muttered.
When he saw your face flush he hastily added, “Your time, not mine. I just
don’t get this crap.”

You were silent for a moment, weighing how you could help him. You
weren’t even fully sure why you’d offered on the train, it just sort of fell
out. But you could stubborn and knew if you could just get him to focus he
would do fine. Nodding your head once, you stood up. Kuroo didn’t bother to
look up, partially ashamed of giving up so quickly so he started a bit when
your hand grasped his firmly and tugged.

“Come on,” you nodded your head in the direction of the bedroom
door before grabbing your bag and heading out.

Curious, Kuroo began to follow but you threw back over your
shoulder, “Bring your study material.”

He huffed in vexation but figured if he drug you out here on a
Saturday the least he could do is follow your instructions. Grabbing his
backpack, he stuffed the books and papers in haphazardly and pursued you.

You made your way to a little known park hidden behind an
abandoned apartment complex. “So what is this?” he asked as you rounded the
building.

“It’s where I used to live when I was a kid but the building’s foundation
was set in soft soil so it was condemned.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said awkwardly.

“Don’t be, it’s not like I’m broken up about it,” you offered
kindly. “But the one thing I did miss as I was growing up was this park.”

“Yeah, it’s really nice,” he observed, “Especially for not being
kept up.”

“It’s kind of wild now, that’s why I like it,” you confessed.

“So you like things wild, huh?” he teased. By now you were used to
his antics and so just rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop a heated flush
from creeping up your throat.

Nearing a giant tree the center of the park, you pointed up.
“That,” you said looking over your shoulder at him, “is my sanctuary. I’ve
never shown this to anyone since coming back so I’d appreciate it if you kept
it to yourself.”

Kuroo’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the monstrous tree, a
seemingly well-built treehouse secured among it’s strong branches. As you
reached the trunk, he looked about. “How the hell do you get up there?” he
asked bewildered. “Don’t tell me you climb it!”

“Scared of heights, Kuroo-kun?” you teased.

“No, but I do have a healthy respect for gravity and this trunk
looks a little steep,” he retorted.

“Oh ye of little faith,” you smirked.

Kuroo could definitely say he’d rubbed off on you. You were much
less prone to behaving shyly around him and for some reason it made him happy.
He watched as you reached into what looked like a solid branch only to find you
could put your hand into it, a rope the reward of its hidden compartment. A
firm tug resulted in a wooden ladder descending from the branches above. With
steady hands and feet, you shimmied up the swaying apparatus with ease. He
swallowed thickly, nerves almost getting the better of him but he couldn’t back
down now!

Much slower than you, he climbed rung after rung until he reached
the top. As he settled against the ground of the treehouse you pulled back
curtains to reveal a grand view of the park.

“This is where I come to relax mostly but every so often I use it
as a haven where I can fully focus on the tasks I have. Cell reception is
pretty much nill so I kind of give into the fantasy that I’m
somewhere…magical.” Your cheeks erupted in vibrant red at your confession and
Kuroo’s slight chuckle.

“Well, it certainly is interesting, I’ll give you that,” he
commented. Looking back at your face, he smiled sincerely and you felt your
heart leap into your throat. “Either way, thanks for sharing this with me. You
didn’t have to do this.”

“I know,” you whispered pulling a blanket from your bag that you
always carried, “but you need help and I…I want to help you.”

As you settled down, he joined you, unpacking his books, notepad
and pens. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Well, let’s not make it a wasted
trip, eh?”

You smiled widely and nodded, pointing out where you’d left off
and proceeded to continue with the tutoring.

I came
across a fallen tree

I felt the
branches of it looking at me

Is this
the place we used to love?

Is this
the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

Each session after the first improved, Kuroo feeling he was
finally getting a grasp of the material. You didn’t always need to go to the “secret
forest” as Kuroo called it but whenever he felt especially pent up, he’d ask
to go there. Occasionally you couldn’t join him but gave him directions so he
could find his way there on his own. “Just don’t take any girlfriends there,”
you teased, “it’s a sacred place.”

He’d laughed. “Tch, like I have time for a girlfriend.”

He didn’t notice the look of sadness in your eyes.

Eventually, it was time for Kuroo’s make up exam and he nailed it
with a B+. He was so happy he ran to find you in the quad, throwing his arms
around your waist and spinning you around thanking you for your help. But as he
set you down, the realization that his success meant the end of his need for
tutoring with you caused an unexpected bolt of disappointment to hit him. He
liked spending time with you…a lot. You weren’t just a tutor, you’d become a
friend to him and if he were honest, something much more than that. With a
nervous flutter in his heart he said, “Come out and celebrate with me.” You
accepted, a dusting of pink on your cheeks giving him hope that maybe his new-found
affections weren’t one sided.

The first date, unofficially as it may have been, went well. You
were already used to each other, had already spent so much time getting to know
one another that it felt natural to be out just the two of you. For all intents
and purposes, the time should have felt like any other when you were together
but somehow both of you knew this was a big deal, that something was shifting
in the tone of your relationship. It was an interesting position for you both,
the idea of something more both enticing and frightening because if it didn’t
work you ran the risk of ruining a good thing.

However, when Kuroo took you home that evening, he felt a tremor
of nerves hit him as he looked in your eyes and neither of you could deny any
more that you felt more for each other than friendly affection. Taking a leap
of faith, Kuroo asked with all the confidence he could muster, “______-san,
would you…would you like to go out with me again some time?”

You nodded enthusiastically making him chuckle. Kuroo found he
really wanted to kiss you goodnight but refrained, both from timing and his
heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure you could hear it. So he
settled for squeezing your hand, backing away with a genial wave before turning
around and walking in the direction of home.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

That date turned into another, which turned into another until
Kuroo was counting down the days until he could see you outside the confines of
school. But the times were getting spread out more and more the larger his
responsibility to the team grew. It came to a head one week, when he was so
busy he’d barely had time to talk to you let along go out. As much as he wanted
to go to Nationals, he found himself longing for just one day off to rest, one
day to catch his breath, one day to spend with you completely alone. He knew,
however, that was a pipedream for the time being.

Hiding his trepidation as much as he could, he took your hand
after school one day and said, “______-chan,” the use of your first name
startling you, “I…I know I haven’t had much time to spend with you, so asking
this now may seem odd. But, would you…would you be my girlfriend? Even if we
can’t be together all the time, I’d like to know that wherever you are…you’re
mine.”

He could see the shock in your eyes at his confession but the next
moment you’d flung your arms around his neck in a fierce embrace and gleefully
accepted his confession. Kuroo had never felt so lighthearted in his life.
This…this is what he was missing, someone to call his own.

And if you
have a minute, why don’t we go

Talk about
it somewhere only we know?

This could
be the end of everything

So why
don’t we go

Somewhere
only we know?

It should have come as no surprise to him that you would prove to
be a near perfect girlfriend. You never complained about his schedule,
explaining that you too were constantly busy and had been feeling bad about not
being able to commit more time to him as well. When you were able, you came to
see him at practice, catching snippets of his time during water breaks to chat
hurriedly about each other’s days. The team, of course, teased their captain
about his new lady friend, but he didn’t care; you were his and that’s all that
matter to him. As often as possible, you came to his games, cheering loudly for
him and the rest of the cats to do their best.

One night during dinner, Kuroo’s mom asked how you were and he
smiled brightly, telling about your success in one of the essay writing
contents you’d entered and the fact that you’d brought him a homemade bento to
practice the previous night. As she listened to him talk, Kuroo’s mom could see
intense adoration, maybe even love, burning in his eyes. With a gentle hand and
even gentler voice, she urged him to be careful with his heart.

“She’s great mom, she’s not going to break my heart,” he insisted
but she persisted.

“Tetsurou, I know with the responsibility you both bear you feel
like you’re already adults, but remember; you’re both still so young. A lot can
happen between now and graduation.”

But he wouldn’t listen, couldn’t believe that someone so perfect
for him would be the cause of pain. Sure, you had your arguments and
disagreements, what couple didn’t? But at the end of the day you were still the
only one he wanted to talk to, needed
to talk to at least once to feel like it was complete. So he kept on going,
falling deeper and deeper for you until the only word left to describe it was
love.

He should have known to listen to the wisdom of his mother.

Prior to his final exams, Kuroo had been approached by a prestigious
college in Tokyo offering him a full ride volleyball scholarship. He was beyond
the moon with happiness because it meant he could stay at home, play the game
he loved and still see you as you finished out your third year.

He sprinted to your house, lost for breath as he rapidly told you
what had happened.

You listened silently, gripping his hands tightly with your eyes
shining with excitement on his behalf. But when he mentioned hopes to be able
to see you more often due to a less strenuous schedule he saw your face fall.

“What? What is it?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

You shuffled your feet, eyes landing on the ground. A gentle tug
against your chin brought your face back up and Kuroo was startled to see you
holding back tears. “Babe, what’s going on?”

Sniffling you replied, “Um, about my third year, I made it into
the foreign exchange program.”

Kuroo felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He of course knew
about the program, it was something you’d talked about before the two of you had
gotten together. At the time, he’d been a bit sad at the prospect of you
leaving but that was before he’d fallen in love with you. And truthfully, he’d
assumed when you’d gotten together you would have forgone applying. He’d
feigned encouragement at the time you had, ashamed but unable to deny he’d
hoped perhaps you wouldn’t make it in, that the slots would fill, that
something would step in to stop you from going.

But no, the fates were cruel and you were leaving while he would
be here, alone without you. He shook his head, trying to shake himself into
sensible thinking. You’d done nothing wrong, you were following your dream just
as much as he would have done so were the tables turned. That didn’t stop the
sting he felt, the heavy weight of disappointment weighing down his heart.

“Kuroo-kun, say something,” your soft voice pleaded.

He blinked, roused back to the present and looked at your
intertwined hands. Giving them a squeeze, he pulled you in close, tucking you
easily beneath his chin and holding you tightly. “Congratulations,” he
whispered and felt your arms close around his waist in a vice like grip. You
held each other in silence, you soaking his shirt with your tears and his
sliding down his cheeks. This wasn’t going to be easy but he knew he couldn’t
let you go, at least not permanently.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

From that day on, you and Kuroo spent as much time together as you
could. He would even go so far as to sneak out of his house, shimmy up the tree
outside your bedroom window and crawl in to sleep with you through the night,
always making sure to leave an hour before his mom’s alarm was set to go off.
In all the times he stayed with you, he never once tried to go further than
just sleeping but as the time for your departure drew closer, the temptation
grew stronger.

The days after Kuroo’s graduation were great because he had more
time to spend with you. Bitter sweet as leaving his high school team had been,
he knew he had a lot more work ahead of him with the new team so he focused all
of his attention on you as much as possible.

The night before you were scheduled to depart found you tangled up
in Kuroo’s embrace, limbs intertwined as he kissed you with passion. His hands
wandered shakily under your shirt, the feel of his palms scorching your skin as
he touched you.

A breathy, “Kuroo, wait,” fell from your lips as his trailed down
the side of your neck in sloppy, open mouth kisses. You pushed on his shoulder,
making him lean up to look down at you, eyes hooded and breath panting. “We…we
shouldn’t do this, not now.”

“Please,” he begged, nuzzling your nose and squeezing his eyes
shut, “I just…I need you so bad. Don’t you want this with me?” He opened his
eyes, cupping your face as he confessed, “I love you, _______.”

“Kuroo, I…I love you too, but…I don’t want our first time to feel
like…like we’re doing it to say goodbye,” you sniffled.

He clenched his teeth, fighting back a wealth of frustration at
this whole situation. His blood felt like it was on fire, his adoration for you
burning him from the inside out and for the first time in a long while he felt
a red, hot anger accompanying it.

When he didn’t speak you went on, gently touching his cheek with
the backs of your fingers. “Just…hold me tonight. I told my mom I was staying
here because I won’t see you for a year. When I get back…that’s when we can.”

Sighing, he laid back down, face buried in the crook of your neck.
“You won’t forget me, right?” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t
help the smile on your face.

“Of course not, you dork,” you admonished playfully slapping his
back. “I love you too much.”

To say time became a paradox for the both of you would feel like
an understatement. Somehow, your days apart went both quickly and terribly
slow. Kuroo finally figured it out one night, six months into your parting. The
days were fast because they were full of the busyness of life; volleyball
practice, classes, games, visiting friends when he had time, studying. But it
was the night, the quiet times miraculously not filled with obligations, where
he felt your absence the strongest. He could only speculate that the difference
between now and how things were in high school for the two of you was the fact
that he had no ability to see you in person. He couldn’t hug you, kiss you,
ruffle your hair, tickle you, fall asleep next to you.

Your relationship became centered around Skype calls and text
messaging and Kuroo could only be thankful he’d not been born in a time where
snail mail was the only option and even then, there was no guarantee a letter
would reach one’s loved ones.

He found it ironic that he longed for high school again, that it
felt simpler then because at least you were here.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Late one night, when Kuroo couldn’t sleep, he found himself wandering
the city in a mindless haze. His brain was going what felt like one hundred
miles per hour. Sighing, he decided to make the trek to the secret forest,
hoping the walk and being in a place that reminded him so much of you would
help calm him, even if it did sting to be there without you. It took him about
an hour to reach it but he climbed the ladder, sat down and stared out the
window at the stars.

He thought he heard movement from below but equated it to random
wildlife that had taken over the area. However, when he heard the creak of wood
and squeak of the ropes he flew to the hatch opening and looked down. From
below, he watched as a figure made their way up the ladder. Frowning, Kuroo
turned on his flashlight, shining the beam down and asked roughly, “Who’s
there?”

When your face came into view his heart almost stopped. What were
you doing here? A large smile split your face, your pace increasing to reach
him faster. As you neared the opening, Kuroo leaned down, grabbing your
forearms and hoisting you the remaining two feet easily. He collapsed backwards
pulling you on top of him, hands flying to cup your face.

I came
across a fallen tree

I felt the
branches of it looking at me

Is this
the place we used to love?

Is this
the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

“Wha…you…why…” he couldn’t get his brain to form a question due to
his shock of you being here so randomly.

“I came back tonight, my program ended early and I wanted to
surprise you,” you replied.

He didn’t answer, just pulled you roughly down to crash your lips
against his, tangling his fingers in your hair. An appreciative sigh exited
your nose, ghosting over his face warming him. He rotated, slamming the hatch
down to fully cut off the world but never broke the kiss. Hands wandered under
your shirt, cold fingers making you hiss but you wanted him touching you.

Kuroo released you to gather a breath but kept his face close,
unwilling to spare any distance if possible. Eyes shining with unshed tears you
looked up at him with such a look of pure love and longing it made his heart
dance. “Kuroo, I want to be with you,” you said and he groaned low in his
throat. Sitting up, he leaned against the wall tugging you into his lap,
quickly shedding you of your shirt. The night air made you shiver but the feel
of his heated skin when his own shirt was pulled away felt like heaven.

He kissed your neck with soft, teasing lips, savoring the taste of
you, relishing in the feel of you against him. “You really want to do this
here?” he asked breathless when your own mouth descended to his throat.

“I can’t wait to go back home, please Kuroo,” you panted.

He nodded a few times, lifting you up so he could stand and remove
his pants. Thankfully in the days of your coming here together, he’d been smart
enough to leave a plastic tub with a blanket and pillow for the times either of
you needed to stretch out comfortable, usually right next to each other.
Quickly he set them out and when he turned to find you completely naked he felt
himself firm up completely.

Moonlight struck your skin illuminating it to an almost ethereal
glow. He tore off his boxers, laying down on the ground to protect your body
from its firmness with his own. With arms outstretched, he beckoned you to lay
atop him which you did without hesitation.

His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, molding your
flesh. He couldn’t get enough of your lips despite his desire to kiss you all
over your body. This wasn’t how he’d imagined your first time being, having
always believed you be in a warm comfortable bed with more solid walls and no
draft. That he could take his time worshiping your body. But at the same time,
it felt right to do this here, where the beginning of your relationship really
took place.

So he kissed you and touched you, receiving your returned
attentions with guttural grunts and low sighs. He prepared you as best he could
given the conditions, but you assured him you didn’t care, all you wanted was
to finally be with him, to be united in body as you were in heart and soul.

When he entered the depths of your being, you cried out in
momentary pain but his surprisingly skillful hands turned the tide towards
pleasure fairly quickly. The movements were awkward and slightly painful but
the joy of finally being together in every sense of the word overrode your
discomfiture.

And when you finally reached your peak, shrieking into the dead of
the night Kuroo lost himself and came too, spilling deep in your body.

“I…I’m sorry,” he panted, “I just…couldn’t…hold back.”

You leaned down, kissing him softly and assured him he did everything
you wanted and more. “I’m on the pill, it’s ok,” you advised and he felt
tension leave his body.

Snuggling you close to his chest, he kissed the top of your head. He knew you
couldn’t stay there, the cold of the night bound to make you both sick if
you did, but he remained still just a little bit longer, savoring the feel of
you being in his arms and the comfort of knowing he’d never have to let you go
again.

TAGS: @rock-n-magick

Happy Birthday, Kasamatsu!

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, _____.”

For Wild Card Wednesday, may I request nsfw scenarios with Ennoshita, Kenma and Hanamaki? The scenario being their gf is also a manager of their respective team and while they are at a training camp, gf and him sneak off to do it in a closet or maybe the empty showers? lame request is lame

It’s not lame dear! Thank you for participating and sending
me characters I’ve never really written for. I think I’ve had one head canon
for Kenma. I had a fun time writing these and hope you enjoy!

Kenma

“What’s in it for me?” Kuroo’s eyebrow cocks up, a smug smirk on his face.

“I’ll get you a date with Yachi-san,” you offer.

“Pfft, I can get my own dates, thank you very
much,” he complains.

“Sure, if she’d stand still long enough for you to ask
and even then, I’m not sure it would work without a little input from me.”

By the dusting of pink on his cheeks and slight irritation
in his eyes you know you’ve got him.

“Fine, but he’s going to kill both of us you
know,” he concedes.

“You let me worry about that.”

Kuroo puts his plan into action the next day, stealing away
Kenma’s shower basket in the morning and hiding it well enough that by the time
the annoyed setter finds it that evening he’s the very last to use the showers.

Grumbling to himself about revenge against the scheming
captain, he starts to wash, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath to try to
calm down from the day.

As you step into the locker room your heart drums with
nervous excitement. The steam rolls around you like a blanket, erupting sweat
on your brow and warming your body though you don’t need the external assistance
to feel a burning heat. The smell of clean springs wafts through the room mixed
with a scent that can only be described as distinctly male creating a rather
heady concoction that adds to the thrum in your pulse.

The latching of the lock catches Kenma’s attention, his soft
voice echoing off the tiles as he calls out, “Who’s there?”

When you come around the corner, Kenma inhales sharply, his
hands flying to cover himself.

You click your tongue, shaking your head as you admonish, “Still
so shy, Kenma-kun.” Stalking forward, you slowly undo the tie at your
waist. The falling terry cloth reveals blemish free skin to his vision and you
don’t miss the momentary flash of heat in his eyes.

“________-chan, what are you doing?” His tone
tries for annoyance but your ears are tuned to his nuances; he’s interested
despite his play for indifference to your state of undress.

“You’re too smart to play dumb, Kenma-kun,” you hiss as the hot water kisses your skin. Slick flesh meets slick
flesh when you seal a half-hearted protest from his mouth with your own. You
kiss him gingerly, fingers carding through wet hair and he moans low in the
back of his throat. Kenma’s hands instinctively reach for you, grasping your
hips firmly, thumbs trailing back and forth with nervous energy.

He pulls away to gather a shaky breath, meeting your eyes
with his own half hooded.

“I should have known something was up. Kuroo helped you,
didn’t he?”

“Mmhmmmm,” you purr, finger tracing a line down
the center of his chest. You follow its trajectory, knees landing on the tile
below. “Don’t be too angry with him,” you sigh, lips teasing against
his firming length, “I played dirty.”

“Yachi-san?” he pants as you take him in.

Your hum of confirmation vibrates up his flesh shooting
tendrils of pleasure from the base of his spine upwards pulling goosebumps to
the surface of his heated skin. His hand settles in your hair, breath and heart
rate increasing as he groans, “You’re impossible.”

You smile around him, releasing just enough to assert,
“But you love me anyway.”

His pulling you back into position confirms your conviction
and you return focus on the task of getting him off before the coaches get
suspicious.

Ennoshita

“Chikara-kun,” you moan, hands clenching his jersey tight enough
that your knuckles almost turn white, “we can’t do this here!” Your words end
on a hiss as his teeth scrape against your collar bone, hands pressing you
firmly to the wall of the abandoned classroom he pulled you into. Seems he
found the dingy, dark place while touring the grounds at night with the other
second years, something about setting up a ghost prank for the first years but
your surprisingly devious boyfriend had much more salacious intentions in mind.

“Shhhh, don’t make so much noise, _____-chan, you don’t want
anyone to find us, do you?” he whispers, breath tickling the fine hairs of your
ear making you shiver. His lips cover yours in a passionate kiss, his hold
tightening to an almost bruising degree. A whimper crawls up your throat,
finger nails scraping against the vinyl number on his back.

“Is this anyway for a future captain to be behaving? What
kind of example are you setting?” you scold once your kiss abused lips are
released in favor of gaining more oxygen. You wish your tone held more
authority but it’s a rather difficult ask when his hands are trailing up the
inside of your shirt. Wrapping a strong hand around one breast he squeezes
earning a shuddering groan.

“If I told you the number of times I caught Daichi knuckle
deep in Michimiya-san it would make your head spin, so to answer your question,”
he pinches a nipple through the tautness of your bra making you arch further
into his touch, “I’d say I’m just following in his footsteps.”

You choke on your breath, head hitting the wall with a thud.
With your eyes closed you can’t see the smirk on Chikara’s face but you can
definitely feel it. His mouth latches back onto your pulse point as he trails
his hand back down over your stomach, fingers toying with the edges of your
waistband. His teasing is getting to be unbearable and you wish he’d either stop
now or just get on with it.

“Is that so?” he asks and you realize you must have voiced
your complaint aloud. “Well then,” he goes on, hand breaking the threshold of
your pants, “if you’re going to be so accommodating, who am I to turn down an
invitation like that?”

He pushes past the hem of your panties, fingers grazing the
top of your sex before rubbing softly against where you need him most but the
friction is too light, not enough to really give you what you need. You keen
and moan, head thrashing back and forth. Before long you’re begging, pleading
with him to finish what he started.

A low heated chuckle, laced with lustful intent hits your
ears. “You’re so pretty when you beg,” he admires, finally sinking two digits
into the sweltering heat between your thighs.

You sigh his name, hitching your leg over his hip to grant
him further access to your inner most being.

“I hope you weren’t hungry,” he warns, “because we’re going
to be missing dinner it seems.” As he drops to his knees, dragging your bottoms
with him, he shoots you a ravenous look. “Although I plan to get my fill of
dessert.”

Hanamaki

Giggling wildly under your breath, you pull tightly on
Hanamaki’s hand leading the tall male around the corner of the building where
your team is housed for your training camp. His face is inscrutable but
curiosity has begun to shine as you quickly make your way under the cover of
darkness towards where the buses are parked. Shooting a look over your
shoulder, you wink at him as you draw up a key. Without a word, you unlock one
of the doors, tugging him inside before gingerly shutting it so as not to draw attention.

“______-chan, what are you up to?” the wing spiker asks,
smile tugging at his lips.

You send him a coy look, pushing against his chest until he
plops down on one of the bench seats. He’s barely settled before you’re straddling
his thighs and sitting upon his lap.

“I’m giving you a reward,” you admit, “you did so well
today.” Your lips touch his cheek lightly in quick pecks until you reach his
ear where you whisper, “Do you know how hot and bothered I get watching you
play?”

Hanamaki can’t stop the groan he releases, grasping your ass
firmly. You love the feel of his large, strong hands on you anywhere and
everywhere but he seems to have a thing for your butt and so you make sure to
put yourself in positions where he can access it easily; pleasure for him means
pleasure for you.

“I love watching you spike the ball,” you confess, tongue
trailing the edge of his ear. You feel him shudder as you grind down on him,
his member already firm just from the tone of your voice.

“You look so sexy, covered in sweat, smelling like musk, it’s
like a drug.” Your voice is raspy, filled with longing.

Hanamaki can’t take it anymore, pressing you down roughly as he pushes up, his firmness making you gasp as pleasure shoots through you like
a lightning bolt. His lips latch onto your neck, fierce and powerful, hands
reaching under your shirt. In a few motions, he’s released your breasts,
pushing up the material of your bra as he palms the weighted flesh. Fingers tweek
your nipples making you keen and arch your back, head tossed allowing your hair
to flow freely behind you.

You work your hips in circles, increasing the speed to
create more friction. You’d intended to take your time, really tease him up but
Hanamaki has a way of making you lose your focus. He tugs you forward, lips
crashing to yours in a kiss that threatens to drown you. His tongue is hot and
wicked, dominating yours easily making you whimper and sigh.

He rips away from you, a guttural moan erupting from his
chest as he reaches his climax and you feel his length twitching against your
still clothed sex. Without warning, he thrusts his hand into your panties,
curling a finger up and into your body.

“Taka-kun!” you shout, voice bouncing off the roof of the
bus. His thumb finds your pleasure, circling over and over making your body
heat up rapidly.

His ministrations do their work, catapulting you into and
through a mind shattering orgasm that leaves your thighs wet and shaking. When
you’ve calmed down a bit, he pulls his hand away, cleaning the evidence of your
arousal from his hand with a dexterous tongue.

“That’s it,” he mumbles around his slick digits, “I’m
definitely making sure we win our next game. Even if I have to do it all by
myself.”

aomine nsfw songfic pls? The song is Skin by Rihanna. Thanks and congrats on your 1000+ followers

-kazuhikonaori said:

Hello dear 😄 could I get Aomine nsfw
scenario when he meet his ex gf at the club (she’s a bartender or a stripper
lol) he’s not get over her yet and still love her. They have make up sex and
getting back together? Thanks

Thank you anon for the request and congratulations!
@kazuhikonaori I hope you don’t mind me combining your ask with this, it just felt like it would fit the song so you helped me out! Thanks!

Skin – By Rihanna – Aomine

Aomine trails his eyes over the crowd. The music is loud,
pulsing against his skin as he saunters through the many bodies grinding up
against one another. He grins, this is definitely his scene.

“See what I mean?” Imayoshi comments, the slits he calls
eyes opening a bit more to take in more of the lovely ladies surrounding them.

“Yeah, nice place,” Aomine replies. He looks up towards the
bar and it’s then that he sees you momentarily making him lose his breath.

“What’s a’matter?” his former captain asks.

“Nothin’,” he responds gruffly. “Gonna get a drink,” he adds
moving forward again.

Imayoshi opens his mouth again to ask him to get him
something too but he sees it’s fruitless, so he turns his attention back to
prowling for a sweet little thing to curl up with for the night. Ok, maybe not just curl.

Your back is turned as Aomine reaches the bar, giving him
the full advantage to scope you out. You look good, better than the last time he saw you. Clad in skin tight
leather pants and a lace corset top just the sight of you makes his mouth
water.

“What’ll you have?” you ask not bothering to turn around.

“Scotch on the rocks,” he answers.

The sound of his voice makes you start. As you turn to face
him, he has a feral grin on his lips. “Then again, I may be thirsty for
something else,” he purrs, eyes trailing up and down your body. “Damn you look
good.”

An involuntary shudder courses over your flesh; Aomine’s
stare makes you feel like you’re standing naked in the throng of people
surrounding you. Snapping back to attention, you plaster a fake smile on your
face. “Scotch, you said? Comin’ right up.”

Aomine frowns as you place the glass before him, grabbing your
wrist to hold you in place. “I need to talk to you, what time are you off?”

“Aomine, I don’t think-“

“Don’t think, just answer the question,” he responds
roughly, taking the shot, downing it and then slamming the glass down on the
wood.

“Midnight,” you reply.

“I’ll be waiting,” he promises, thumb tracing over the pulse
at your wrist before he lets go and disappears into the crowd.

Hours later you’re upstairs in a hotel room with Aomine,
unclear how you managed to get talked into leaving with him. His hands trail
over your body gently, the feel familiar but you can’t let this happen; he
broke your heart and you’re no masochist.

“Aomine, this isn’t happening, I can’t-“

He cuts you off, “I want you.” His lips caress yours, tongue
tracing the edges. “I need you,” he confesses before sealing your protests in
your mouth with his own.

Yanking your head back you breathe out, “Please. You were
the one who left me.”

“I’m a fucking moron.”

The feel of his fingers on the zipper of your top makes you
shudder. “Aomine,” you moan, a groan from his lips vibrating against your neck.

“Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Your top falls away, breasts released to his view and his
touch. There’s fire in your veins, the heat of him clouding your judgement
further. You know this is stupid, so, so stupid but you already know you’re
gonna let it happen. You’ve missed him every day since you parted and it would be
a lie to say you haven’t fantasized about this moment.

“Take off your shirt,” you beg, “I wanna feel your skin
against mine.”

He chuckles low in his chest, releasing you just enough to pull
away and whip it off. Eager fingers tracing over his defined abs and chest make
him sigh in pleasure. You scrape a little with your nails, making him hiss, his
eyes darkening from cobalt to sapphire.

Peeling down your pants, he kisses your thighs as he hits
his knees. “Let’s see if I remember how to make you scream,” he comments,
grabbing handfuls of your ass.

“Not here Aomine, I…I want to feel all of you. It’s been…it’s
been too long,” you stutter against the feel of his tongue against your slit.

“Whatever you want baby girl,” he replies.

His jeans and boxer briefs are gone in one fell swoop. You
stumble to the bed amidst hungry, sloppy kisses, Aomine landing on top of you.
The feel of his naked body against yours makes you tremble with need.

His hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, massaging,
sending every nerve ending into a fever pitch, not to mention his mouth,
sucking and lapping over every inch he can reach. Soon enough you’re short of
breath, head swimming in the haze of pleasure he’s weaving.

“Daiki,” you whisper and his dick hardens even more; it’s
been too long since he heard you say his name.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“Fuck me, please, I need you.”

His only reply is to pull you to your knees, shoving his
cock deep in your heated center.

“Oh god, Daiki, just like that,” you moan as he slams into
you over and over, curses falling from his mouth like water.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight!”

“There’s…there’s been no one since you,” you confess.

His deep moan makes you grin and he doubles his efforts to
bring you to nirvana.

“Harder Daiki, you know how I like it! Oh god, yes, please!”

He’s gripping you so tight you’re sure to have bruises but
you don’t care. You want him to brand you, to leave a literal mark on your
skin, so you know when this is over that it really happened. The sound of
slapping flesh fills the room married with both of you moaning and cursing
loudly.

Reaching between your legs, Aomine caresses your clit, a
scream tearing out of your throat as you come hard around him. It brings about his
own orgasm. You both collapse, Aomine still on top of your back. He pushes
aside your hair to kiss your neck gently and murmurs against your skin, “I love
you.”

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