Thank you for specifying the lore you wanted to see because
there is a lot of it! I went with the
idea that a sexual act and not full blown intercourse is at least enough to get
her what she needs otherwise these would all end up too similar I think. I
tried to keep these short since there are multiple characters and I hope you
like what I came up with! Thank you for patience! I put up a “keep reading line” since this is a bit of a longer post. 

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Looking at your
boyfriend, you suddenly understand your mother’s warning about not falling in
love. Were you not head over heels for the male before you, you’d just go grab
a random testosterone snack but you won’t because you love the one you’re with.
Now if only he’d give you what you need…

Kimura

As your tongue caresses the edge of Kimura’s ear, his grip
on your waist tightens, a low groan sounding from his chest. You can feel
energy returning to your body by just kissing him but you need more, you crave
more, not just for survival but because you want him.

“Babe,” he breathes out, pushing you up off his body,
“just…hold on a second.”

“Shinsuke,” you purr, “I need you…please…”

He shakes his head, unclear if the flash of light in your
eyes is just his imagination. “I…look, it’s not that I don’t want you-“

“Then take me,” you mumble against his lips cutting off the
rest of his sentence.

He pushes back again, his voice a bit firmer. “Oi, I said
hang on! Don’t you think this is a little, I don’t know…fast?”

Sighing you sit back, head hanging down and Kimura feels a
pang of regret but he’s just not sure it’s wise-

“I’ll die if I don’t get what I need.”

He blinks at you, a smile almost kicking up his lip. “Oh
come on, I mean-“

You interrupt again, eyes (now bright blue) locking with his
and he gulps as you say, “Shinsuke, I can’t wait anymore. I’ve put it off for
too long. I’m a succubus. If…if I don’t get something
significantly sexual tonight from you I’ll have to get it from someone else. I
don’t want to but that’s the reality of my situation.”

The thought of you with anyone else drives the normally calm
and level headed vice-captain to push you onto your back, his tall body looming
over yours. He steals your breath as his mouth covers yours, his tongue
caressing your own.

“Take what you need, I have plenty of energy,” he breathes
and you feel it coursing from his body to yours. His hand trails up your thigh,
under your skirt to your waiting heat, fingers pushing aside the silk of your
underwear.

“Damn it, you’re soaked,” he whispers, lips caressing your
neck as he plunges two fingers into you. The insertion makes you groan, your
body relishing in the feel of not only being touched but being filled, filled
with energy from him. It may not be exactly what you wanted, but it’s enough to
top you off for a couple more weeks.

Otsubo

Sighing, Otsubo enters his room, brow furrowed; today’s
practice was rough. Keeping Midorima focused since his lucky item broke was no
easy feat and Takao was not helping
the situation by laughing uproariously at the situation. But still, they
managed to get through it and now he’s looking forward to a nice, relaxing night
with you.

A smile makes its way onto his face. How the hell he ended
up dating someone so sexy and sweet
he doesn’t know but he isn’t going to knock it.

Shucking his uniform, he heads to the bathroom, not having
had time to shower before needing to lock up the gym for the night. As he
stands in the warm spray of water, he doesn’t hear you enter. He almost jumps a
mile high into the air when your voice coos, “Can I join you, Tai-kun?”

Whipping around, almost getting shampoo in his eyes that
widen at the sight of you naked, he turns bright red and stutters out,
“Ah….ah…what are you doing sweetness?”

You saunter forward, body becoming drenched in more ways
than one at the sight of your boyfriend with water streaming in the contours of
his muscles highlighting his best features…yummy. For answer to his question,
you lean up, pressing your body and lips to his, hands tugging his head down to
deepen the kiss.

He pulls back, inhaling a deep breath but before he can
speak you decide you can’t wait any longer and let him see the true color of
your eyes; bright purple. He gasps, almost stumbling but you’re strong enough
to hold him up. “I need you, Tai-kun, I’m…hungry,” you pant and he swallows
thickly.

Sizing up the situation, and being of rather high
intelligence, he doesn’t need for you to spell it out any further. A quick dip
of his head and he’s diving back into your mouth, arms wrapping around your
waist to pull you flush against him once more.

He lifts you up, easily caging you against the wall,
peppering kisses down your neck. “Tai-kun…please…”

Your begging produces a rather quick firm up below his waist
and he can’t stop the thrust against your wet sex. He hasn’t penetrated but you
don’t care, he feels delicious and you can sense power returning to your body.
You moan encouragement in his ear, fisting little tufts of his hair making him groan.

The stimulation of your bodies together allows you to gain
enough sustenance to last a bit longer before you commit to the full act of
intercourse and you kiss your thanks against his chest when he settles you on
your feet once more.

Okamura

Bless this poor captain but he’s had such a bad run of luck
when it came to women, that when he met you he was not only thrown for a loop
when you returned his affection but invariably ended up wrapped around your
little finger in no time at all.

And you are not above using that to your advantage.

“Kenichi,” you sigh as his large hand rubs up and down your
thigh while he kisses your neck, “I want you to kiss me.”

“Um, I am kissing you doll,” he says a bit confused.

You bite your lip in a provocative way you know makes his
blood rush and shake your head slowly from side to side. “I don’t mean here,”
you say tapping your neck. Grabbing his hand, you direct it between your legs,
his eyes getting wider and wider as you press his fingers against your already
wet panties. Leaning up you whisper, “I want you to kiss me here.”

Okamura lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a gasp and
a cough, choking on words, his mouth opening and closing in shock. “Are…are you
sure?” he stammers, heart reading to jump out of his chest.

“Yes,” you hiss, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth,
your eyes turning a hazy silver as you let your guard down just a bit, “my body
needs you, Kenichi. Don’t you want to make me happy?”

He nods, completely mesmerized by your eyes, his nerves
slowly dissipating under the slight
hypnotism you’re subjecting him to, though you know you’re not really making
him do anything he doesn’t already want to. You can feel his want, smell his
desire for you clearly; he just needs a little push to help him get going.

Laying back down on the bed, you unbutton your skirt,
tugging it down and throwing it to the floor. As you go to remove your
underwear, Okamura’s hands stop yours.

“Allow me,” he says, a little smirk kicking up his mouth and
you smile softly back. He really is just a giant teddy bear.

Slowly he pulls off the garment, taking his time to
appreciate the view of you for the first time but your whining has him shifting
down, head dipping between your thighs. You sigh out as his tongue tentatively
licks a line from base to top of your slit, hips rolling upwards seeking more
penetration, more of him.

As he gets an idea of what you like, your breathing
increases, the empty pit in your stomach filling up as he unknowingly pours
power back into your thirsting body. Your fingers graze through his hair, a hum
of appreciation from him making you twitch; with a little more practice, he’ll
be topping up your power need in no time.

Iwamura

Out of the view of his team, Iwamura allows himself a moment
of true frustration, slamming his hand against the wall of his room; they were
so…damn…close! So damn close to winning in the semi-finals but Seirin just had
to come in and ruin it all! He knows what he said to Tsugawa is true, their
opponents were simply stronger but it doesn’t make it sting any less. And
now…now he’s done, retired from the game he loves so much.

With a low sigh, he pulls away from the wall, tugs his
jersey off allowing it to fall on the floor and flops onto his bed, staring at
the ceiling. A few minutes later, a soft knock has his eyes flicking to the
door, his deep voice rumbling, “Come in.”

He locks his gaze on you, your lithe form entering and
shutting the door behind you. Silently, you walk across the room to his bed,
crawling onto his body and snuggling against him.

“I’m sorry, Tsutomu,” you say.

He tenses up, eyes closing and breathing slightly labored;
he just can’t calm down! He does, however, flick his eyelids open quickly when
he feels you shift against his body, lips planting kisses against his exposed
chest. A low moan escapes when you lick his stomach and his hands trail through
your hair as you slowly descend until your head is right over his now straining
erection; only you could get him hard when he feels this…deflated.

“I’m going to make you feel good, Tsutomu,” you say, tugging
his shorts down allowing his long, firm member to spring free. He exhales
heavily, gasping in again when your tongue caresses the base of his cock.

“Baby-cakes, you don’t have to-ah!” His protests are cut off
by your mouth encasing him as far as you can; he’s rather a lot of man to take
in. Bobbing up and down, you swirl your tongue back and forth, up and down,
caressing him every which way you can. It’s not the best method to get your own
fill but your hand can do the job as you give back to the man who’s done so
much for you.

“I…I don’t deserve you…or this,” he pants but his hand is
firm in your hair, keeping your head right where it is but you know he would
release you at the first sign of your wanting him to. You hum in displeasure at
his words, pulling up and taking a deep breath.

Climbing back over him, you pull aside the fabric of your
underwear and sink onto him, the unexpected heat of your core making him arch
up into you and cry out.

Leaning over his face, you can see his startled eyes staring
into your now pink irises.

“You are my strength, Tsutomu, don’t ever talk about
yourself like that again,” you say lowly and he nods, eyes closing as you rise
and fall slowly, his hands gripping your hips.

Seems you’ll both get your fill tonight.

Azumane

“This is stupid, I’m
so stupid! Why did I wait so long?!” These thoughts and similar run through
your mind as you rush through the street towards your boyfriend’s house,
thankful that his parents are out of town. Reaching his door, you bang on it
loudly, your breath coming in deep gasps as you struggle to stay upright. You
fail, falling to your knees just before he opens the door, his sleepy
expression flashing away to one of immediate concern.

“Sweetheart? What are you doing here? What’s wrong?” His
voice is slightly panicked, clear distress in his tone as he takes in the sight
of you on your knees, hand clasped to your chest.

When you look up he inhales sharply and you know your eyes
have changed back to their natural red; you must look terrifying to your glass
hearted ace. But he surprises you when he swallows whatever fear he has and
picks you up, your body curling into his in deseperate need of his heat, his
scent, just him.

“What happened?” he asks, voice rumbling against your ear
where your head is rested on his (you just now notice) naked chest.

“I…I need…I need you, Asahi…I’m sorry-“

“You need me to what?” he asks sitting down on the couch
with you cradled in his lap.

“No, I mean literally, I need
you,” you reach down and palm him through his sweat pants drawing a spluttering
cough from his lips. You muffle the sound with your own, tongue whipping out to
seek his, his body tensing because of the fierceness of your kiss.

He pulls your head back, gently but firmly, and looks in
your eyes which are still tinted red. “I don’t understand what’s going on but,”
he gulps once, taking a deep breath with closed eyes before opening them once
more, a more determined look on his face, “I’ll help you however I can.”

You feel like crying you’re so thankful, but before you can
kiss him again he places two fingers on your lips, fixing you with his “ace
face”. “But I want a complete explanation after, deal?”

You nod eagerly, you’ll give him whatever he wants as long
as you can have him. And it’s not just because you’re depleted; you could get
any guy you want and have in the past. But you want this guy, who’s lips are back on yours, his hands caressing your
body, warming you, filling you up before he’s even really gotten started.

He stands, easily carrying you to his bedroom. As he lays
you on the bed, you look up at him and marvel at his ability to just roll with
this, to take care of you even when he’s confused as hell.

Leaning down, his lips caress your neck, your body arching
up into his. As he reaches your ear he whispers, “I kept feeling like it was
too soon to tell you but if we’re doing this, you need to know.” He pulls back
up, large hand cupping your cheek and eyes burning into yours. “I love you,” he
confesses then kisses you, soft at first but with growing hunger, as if his
admission was the key to unlocking the floodgates of his passion.

And as his hands divest you of your clothing, you realize
you already feel full to the brim but you’re going to take everything he gives;
maybe this love thing isn’t so detrimental to your health after all.

Yamamoto

To say Yamamoto was excited would be the understatement of
the year. He finally, finally has a
girlfriend and what a girlfriend! You’re smart, sexy, sassy, and supportive and
he’s pretty sure he’s already in love with you which is crazy because you’ve
only been together a couple months.

Which is why, at this moment, he’s torn between complete
elation and complete nervousness, his hands hesitating to move. He’d come over
to watch a movie, a harmless practice done by hundreds of couples every day but
now, with you straddling his lap, your lips on his neck and your hips
undulating quite provocatively, he’s struggling with knowing what to do.
Thankfully, you save him further trouble by grabbing his hands and slapping
them against your ass making him hitch his breath.

“Touch me, Taketora,” you growl huskily in his ear and he’s
pretty sure you’re going to be the death of him.

“Um, cupcake, I…are you sure,” he stammers, eyes closed
tightly as he tries to maintain control of his body but you’re shifting and grinding
and oh god he’s getting hard and this could be so embarrassing-

“Get out of your own head,” you whisper slowing down your
motions. When Yamamoto opens his eyes again he’s startled to see yours have
turned to an emerald green.

“I didn’t know you wore contact lenses,” he mutters and you
giggle.

Kissing him gently you say, “I don’t, Tora-kun, I’m…a bit
more than just a foreign exchange student.”

He blinks up at you, his bewildered and surprisingly
innocent face making him look even more adorable. “What do you mean?”

“I’m…I’m a succubus and well…I haven’t fed in quite a long
time, not properly anyway, not since…starting to date you,” you confess, eyes
shifting down to look at his chest.

His fingers tilt your chin up, eyes a bit wide but he’s
taking all of this surprisingly well. “I…I won’t lie and say I’m not nervous
and a bit scared,” he confesses, “but I care about you…a lot.” He leans up,
hand trailing through your hair to the back of your head, his forehead pressing
against yours. “Tell me what to do,” he breathes against your face.

You smile, kissing him softly, trailing your hands slowly
down to the hem of his shirt. Pulling upwards gives him the hint to raise his
arms, allowing you to pull it off and throw it to the floor. His body is hot
and firm, muscles twitching under your roaming fingers.

Leaning back, you pull your own shirt off, dropping it
behind you and unclasping your bra as it falls. Tora’s eyes are fixated on your
chest, his own rising and falling rapidly the more worked up he gets. Feeling
pressure on the back of his head, he leans forward, mouth millimeters away from
your breast. He looks up at you, eager as a puppy and you grin nodding your
head. The instant his lips seal over your nipple you moan loudly; it’s been too
long since you’ve had this.

The sound has him tightening his hold on your waist, his
mouth sucking earnestly at your flesh making you writhe in his hold. You know
he’s inexperienced, is probably doing his best not to just come in his pants
the poor thing but you need more now.

Shifting, you stand up, pulling off your and his pants
quickly. Yamamoto resists the urge to cover himself, his heart pounding against
his ribcage as he looks at your naked body. Crouching down, you pull out a
condom from your jacket pocket, eyes shooting up to his face as you open it.

“Tora-kun, I know it’s probably not how you want this to go
but…I can’t wait anymore, I need you, I need this now,” you pant, feeling more of your energy draining.

He leans back, arms outstretched on the back of the couch in
a surprisingly eased manner. “Do whatever you want,” he says and you grin.
Sliding the condom on makes his member twitch and his eyes never leave your
form. As you sink down, encasing him in your tight heat his head falls back,
eyes rolling in his head.

“Oh shit you feel so good,” he mutters.

Pulling him forward to kiss him, you grind forward,
caressing your pleasure against his strong abs. “You don’t feel too bad
yourself,” you say rising then sliding back down.

Content to do all the work and thankful he’s even letting
you do this, you’re surprised when his hips thrust up, arms wrapped around you
tightly. “I may not last long but I’ll give you everything I have,” he grunts,
continuing to thrust up making your body bounce with the strength of his
strikes.

“I knew they called you ace for a reason,” you say and his entire
body shudders.

Tugging on the back of your hair he growls out, “Say that
again.”

You pause to consider what he means then smile. Leaning down
so your mouth is right next to his ear you purr, “Give it to me…ace.”

And he does, surprisingly well, giving you the energy you
need to survive. You’re rather pleased with your choice in partner, deciding
then and there you’ll stay with him as long as he wants you.