If it’s alright to combine the sentence drabble and kissing prompts, may I have an angst scenario for Akashi with #8: “Were you ever going to tell me?” and #23: “kissing tears away”?

Sorry this took so long and thank you for your patience! TW: Teen pregnancy. Forgive me if this is too much of a troupe
but I couldn’t come up with something for so long and when this hit me I ran
with it. Also, since this also contains kissing tears away I ended it a bit
fluffy, hope you don’t mind.

“Sweetheart?”

The term of endearment falls from Akashi’s lips before he
can stop it, his eyes wide as he stares at you from behind. Slowly you turn to
face him, aware there’s no way you can get away quickly, and he inhales a sharp
breath when your protruding stomach comes into view.

“You…you’re…” the normally eloquent male is at a loss for
words.

You nod, tears already sliding down your face as you hang
your head in shame.

Akashi remains frozen, not sure what to feel as the shock
slowly wears down. Sadness? Anger? Betrayal? He sees you fidget, the urge to
run strong but you stay standing there, waiting for him to say something,
waiting for his judgement. When you finally manage to raise your head enough to
look him in the eye he knows what he feels; relief.

Relief that you’re still in Japan, relief that he has
another chance. But he’s still confused and hurt. Why did you leave him if you
were…

“Is it mine?” His voice comes out harsher than he meant,
evident by the flinch of your shoulders. The silence is suffocating but the
fractional nod of your head has him surging forward, arms wrapping around your
shoulders. You hesitate, then slowly return the embrace as much as you are able
given the swell of your belly.

In your ear, Akashi whispers, voice thick with emotion as he
works to keep his own tears at bay, “Were
you ever going to tell me?”

His question releases a flood gate and you’re sobbing,
shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Glancing around, he can see the two of you
are starting to draw too much attention and so Akashi rotates, keeping one arm
around your shoulders as he leads you outside. His car is waiting, the driver
visibly surprised by the situation in front of him but he snaps into action quickly, opening the door to allow his young master to usher you inside, away from
prying eyes.

As the door shuts you cry harder, able to let out all your
anguish in the safety of this space, in the comfort of Seijuro’s arms.

“Tell me everything,” he says softly.

In broken, heart wrenching sobs, you recount the day you
found out you were pregnant with his child. You’d been throwing up and thinking
you had some sort of virus your mother had taken you to the doctor. Akashi
recalls the day, having received a text message that you wouldn’t be at school.

Apparently, the doctor determined you weren’t sick but given
the violence of your retching ran further tests. When the results came back,
and because you’re a minor, she’d no choice but to tell your mother who
promptly lost her mind, screaming and crying at you for being so stupid.

It only got worse when you arrived home. Akashi almost
shudders; he knows your father well, his business being one that has been
connected to the Akashi family for years.

“Why didn’t you take care of it?!” he screamed at your
mother, “you were at the clinic, you could have eradicated this abomination
there!”

“They wouldn’t allow it without her consent and she won’t do
it,” she’d responded through tears.

“Idiot! I’ve managed to raise an idiot!” When he turned rage
filled eyes to you, you’d never been more scared of your father than that
moment. “I’m moving you to a new school, you’ll be staying with your aunt.
She’s of a similar disposition, an uncontrollable whore.”

Your recount of your father’s harsh words stirs fury in
Akashi’s chest but he remains silent, allowing you to explain how he determined
this was the best course of action to hopefully avoid further shame being
brought upon the family, shipping you to a woman you never met because she too
was cast out for her mistakes.

“And you will not
speak to Akashi ever again, whether this is his bastard or not. You’ve
disgraced one family, I will not allow you to do the same for another.”

Truthfully, you’ve always felt your father cared about
Akashi more than you, having wanted a son more than anything but was cursed
with a daughter. That was why, initially, you’d resisted Seijuro’s advances,
not wanting to bring him around more and be cast further and further into his
shadow. But he’d won you over, showing you how much worth you had in your own
right, despite what your father said.

When you finish, there are tears still streaking down your
face, your sniffles the only sound in the otherwise silent car save for the
dull murmur of passing traffic. Leaning forward, Seijuro plants a kiss against
one cheek then the other, moving slowly up your face to peck both of your
closed eyes. He ends by kissing your forehead, lips still touching your skin as
he says, “You should have come to me.”

“But Sei-kun, I couldn’t do that to you,” you protest, eyes
opening to meet his.

“Do what to me exactly? Bring me happy news? Let me take
care of the woman I love? The only thing you did, my love, was hurt me by
leaving without a word.” You close your eyes again, fresh tears pouring down
but this time he wipes them away while continuing to speak, “When I received that
message, with no context, no idea what was happening or why can you imagine the
pain I felt? Thinking this whole time, I’d done something but not knowing what
it was?”

He pulls you into a hug. “I went to your house, but they
wouldn’t let me in. Me! Do you know what that did to my pride? How devastated I
was to be turned away thinking it was you
who was doing it?”

You sob harder and Akashi hates that he’s the one hurting
you now but he needs you to know, he needs you to understand the hell he’s been
through these past six months.

Pulling back, he cups your face, thumbs trailing back and
forth under your eyes. “But now that I have the whole story, I understand, I
know your father and I can only imagine how terrifying that whole ordeal was.”
He kisses you gently. “I forgive you, I love you, sweetheart, and I don’t give
a crap about what your father says.”

“But what about yours? Won’t…won’t he be furious?”

Seijuro shrugs. “I’ve been the perfect son long enough, it’s
time he deals with reality and that not everything can be controlled.”

Your eyes widen; you’ve never heard him speak like this before.

He sighs reading the expression on your face clear. “My…our loss to Seirin taught me many things
about myself and the way I view the world. It was a frightening time but I’m
moving forward. Please,” he presses his lips to yours again and you melt into
him, folding your body into his warmth, “please let me take care of you. Come
back home with me, live with me. Your father cast you out, let me take you in.”

“But…your reputation,” you whisper.

“I would rather be known as a man who owns up to his
mistakes than one who runs from them. Besides, I don’t consider this,” he
touches your belly, “a mistake. Unplanned? Not ideal? Sure, but this new life…I
have a chance to start fresh and I want to with you.”

You stare in his eyes, completely overcome with emotion
before flinging your arms around his neck. “I love you, Seijuro.”

“I love you too,” he responds kissing your temple.

May I ask for a scenario featuring Hanamiya having a 4-5 age sister and he is completely wrapped around her little finger. He just cannot say no to his adorable mini-me sister. Well one day she asks to watch him play b-ball with the other kiridai guys and of course he says yes. Turns out, she didn’t want to watch HIM play but wanted to play with one of his teammates because she has a crush on one of them. Basically, can you do what his reaction would be for each player out of the starters?

I left off Matsumoto because there isn’t much
information on him and I don’t remember him all that well but I hope you like
what I came up with for the rest of the boys.

“Makoto-nii! Can I
come with you to practice today?” Unable to say no to his little sister,
Hanamiya agrees to allow her to join him, sending a text to the guys to watch
their damn mouths. But when he arrives with her in tow, she makes an immediate
beeline for the object of her affection. Gritting his teeth, Hanamiya watches as
his precious little sister fawns over one of his starters.

Furuhashi – Hanamiya is most displeased at the attention his
sister gives the small forward. While he normally appreciates his ruthlessness
since it is handy on the court, he can’t help but feel nervous as she eagerly asks him question after question about his position. For the most part,
Furuhashi either ignores her or gives short clipped answers, but Hanamiya
hovers close by just in case he decides to be stupid and turn nasty.

Hara – The purple haired giant chuckles at Hanamiya’s
sister, patting her head and calling her cutie which makes her blush and
stammer. When he offers her a piece of his gum, Hanamiya almost wrenches it
away but stops when he sees how happy it makes her. He supposes that out of all
the guys for her to have a crush on, the power forward isn’t the worst option.

Seto – Honestly, Hanamiya has no idea how his little sister
can like this guy. Despite his intelligence, he’s nothing remarkable off the
court. Later, when they are headed home and he asks her why she likes him so
much she beams and squeals out, “I like his beauty mark!” He snorts and she
pouts but he can’t stop laughing.

Yamazaki – Apparently, Yamazaki garnered Hanamiya’s sister’s
attention because of his brightly colored hair. She was convinced he was from
another world, constantly asking him where he was from and how he got here.
Finally, he got fed up enough with it and handed her a picture of the GOM’s
to distract her. It worked…until she started asking questions about his fellow
aliens. Hanamiya just laughs, content to let her torture the poor boy.

Aomine – Birthday Asks

Thank you for the birthday wishes! I did have an amazing
day! I went ahead and combined these since they are both requests for a NSFW
for Aomine so I hope you don’t mind.

Walking on tip toe, you enter the shared hotel room of
Kise-kun and Aomine-kun. The queen beds show two completely covered lumps and
you smile; the poor boys must be exhausted. Training for the upcoming game was
intense the previous night so you’re not surprised they’re still knocked out.
That and it’s still quite early. You’d cursed yourself for forgetting your flat
iron when Kise-kun had told you that you could borrow his. Being the manager,
you of course had keys to all their rooms just in case they needed something.

As silently as possible you enter the bathroom, shutting the
door before turning on the lights, the flash making you blink a bit. A smile
erupts on your face when you see Kise left all his styling products on the
counter and right in the center is the flat iron. Thankful you’d be able to
avoid trying to look for it quietly, your hand is reaching forward until the
sound of the door opening makes you whip your gaze over your shoulder.

There stands Aomine in nothing but long shorts, scratching
his firm chest as he blinks at you. But goodness is he gorgeous! You, of
course, have seen him shirtless too many times to count but that goes for all
the boys. But there’s something about this moment that makes it feel different
and you know if you don’t get out of here soon you’re liking to start drooling and
you just don’t need to add fuel to his ego fueled fire.

Grabbing the flat iron, you whisper, “Good morning,
Aomine-kun, sorry for waking you. I just needed to borrow this from Kise-kun.”

“Huh? Oh, right,” he mumbles.

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another
before you finally get your legs to move. “Well, I’ll get out of your way,” you
say and take a step towards the door but he surprises you by moving forward and
shutting it. “Um, Aomine-kun-“ you begin but his hands on your waist make you
stop short.

“Y/N-san, I have a problem I’m hoping you can help me with,”
he says. His voice is low, slightly husky and you gulp.

“Oh? Um, wha…what’s wrong?”

For answer, he removes the flat iron from your grip and sets
it down on the counter, then guides your now free hand to the front of his
shorts. You gasp as your fingers contact a distinct firmness there. Swallowing,
you look up into his eyes which are focused on you, his gaze sharp and
predatory. “Seeing as you’re the cause of said problem,” he continues, pushing
you further into the bathroom, “I think it’s only fair that you do something about
it, don’t you?”

You can’t answer, completely shocked by his forward actions
and the fact that he’s confessed he’s hard for
you.

Whirling around, he sits on the edge of the tub, pulling on
your legs until you fall against him, a little whimper escaping your lips when
your own center connects with his, the friction shooting little darts of pleasure
up your spine.

“Mmmmmm, seems I’m not the only one having dirty dreams,” he
says chuckling, grinding up a little and making you gasp. He’s rock hard,
pulsing, all that power barely contained by cotton and lycra.

He leans up, his mouth level with your ear as his hands
grasp your hips firmly and begin rotating your body, grinding you down against
him, the sensations rippling through both your bodies. He whispers as he moves
you together, “Do you know what you and those damn short skirts do to me? Or
those tight pants? Fuck it, anything and everything about you drives me crazy.”

Your breathing is becoming labored, the feel of his firm
cock pressing against your sex making you dizzy and while he doesn’t stop, he
doesn’t move forward either, just keeps grinding your anatomy together in a torturous
manner. You wrap your arms around his neck, head tossed back and eyes closed as
you give into the delicious pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, with your hooded eyes looking up at
me, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the smell of your shampoo
when you stand in the meeting circles. Shit, I’ve had to stop myself from
taking you up against the wall in the gym more times than I can count.”

You moan slightly, his words heating your body up more.

“You like that, don’t you? You like knowing I watch you,
like knowing I want you. I bet you’ve been teasing me on purpose this whole
time, giving me just enough to make me want more but never enough. I need you,
I want to screw you until your crossed-eyed and the only thing you can remember
is my name,” he growls, mouth hovering just above the flesh of your neck.

You push down, hungry for more connection, your nipples tightening
as images of Daiki fucking you flood your mind.

It’s like he can read it on your face. “Oh, you want that
don’t you baby? You want me to fuck you till your throat is raw from screaming.”
His hands trail up your body to your breasts which he squeezes firmly and you
almost cry out but stop for fear of waking Kise.

“Scream for me, I don’t give a shit if he hears us, I want
everyone to know, you’re mine!”

“Daiki!” you cry out as the friction against your clothed
clit finally blooms into the orgasm you’ve been seeking since he started this
whole thing. His words cease, a level grunt pulling from his lips and you can
only presume he’s reached his end as well.

Opening your eyes, you finally look at him and the realization
of what just occurred has you blushing furiously.

He chuckles, standing up but not relinquishing his hold of
you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby,” he says turning on the water, “That
was just the warm up.”

hello! I really like your writing especially your scenarios :DD may I also request a scenario for takao where he falls in love with someone else, and his s/o reminds him of his promise to always love her when he first asked her to be with him? lots of angst, and thank youuu!

Thank you for the compliment! I really appreciate it! I’m so
sorry this took FOREVER to get out and thank you for your patience! It’s pretty
short but I hope I gave you the dose of angst you were looking for!

“Y/N,” Takao says,
his breath a bit shaky as he looks in your eyes, “I…I think, no, I know…we need
to end this. We…we can’t be together anymore.”

Your heart feels like it just got stabbed, tears flooding
your eyes immediately when you see he’s completely serious. “Kazu-kun, how…how
can you say that? How can you look me in the eye and say that?” you say,
hysteria threatening to erupt.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he walks to the
window, looking out into the rapidly darkening sky. Turning back to look at
you, his eyes sad, he confesses, “I…I’m in love with someone else and…I just
can’t deny that anymore.”

Another stab, you feel your chest tighten. It’s hard to
breathe, hard to stand so you collapse into a chair, staring at him in
disbelief.

“But…but what about us? What about your promise to always
love me!” You stand back up, anger mixing with your despair and you rush
forward, smacking him across the face. “I gave you everything Kazunari!” you
shout, fists clenched. “My heart, my time, my body! Everything and anything you
wanted I gave it! I went to every game, stayed late for every practice, helped
you with your homework and studying, brought you food, even cooked for the team
so you could all rest and this is the
thanks I get?! This is my reward for sacrificing so much for you! A betrayal?!”

You smack him again and he grabs your hand, tugging you firm
against his chest to stop your movements, his eyes boring into your tear-filled
ones. “Would you rather I fake it? Huh? Would you rather I pretend to still love
you? Don’t you think you’d feel it? I’m surprised you haven’t by now.” He lets
you go and you collapse to the ground, face buried in your hands as you weep.

He crouches down, the touch of his hand on the back of your
head making you wince. “You deserve better, _____-san,” he says, his use of
your last name solidifying his decision to end this, to walk away and leave you
broken. “I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard to ignore how I feel, to wait for it to
go away, hoping it was just a stupid crush or…or…I don’t know, an irrational infatuation
but it hasn’t. It’s only gotten stronger and…I just couldn’t lie to you
anymore.”

He tilts your face up and you’re surprised to see he has
tears of his own leaking from his eyes. “You are amazing and I want you to be
happy but I can’t be with you anymore.”

“If I’m so amazing, why are you going to her and not staying
with me?” you ask, voice quiet.

He inhales a deep breath and shakes his head. “I don’t know,
I just know as much as we both wanted it to be, this wasn’t meant to last
forever.”

His lips touch your forehead, the contact making you close
your eyes. “Goodbye, _____-san,” he whispers.

When you open your eyes, he’s gone.

May I request # 8 for the Imagines/Reactions weekend with… Nishinoya, Moriyama, Liu Wei, Azumane, Sugawara, and Otsubo. >u< please and thank you~

# 8 – wearing the boy’s clothes

So I went ahead and changed this from “each other’s” to the
boy’s clothes because I just can’t see most of these guys being willing or able
to wear female clothing. I hope you still like it!

Nishinoya – His absolute favorite thing to see you wearing
is his Karasuno volleyball team jacket. Cheering in the stands wearing a bright
orange shirt and his black jacket will make this smol boy feel twenty feet tol.
Expect lots of affectionate clinging
after the game.

Moriyama – The first time you’d spent the night together (just sleeping, Moriyama is a gentleman)
you’d rushed to get dressed and in your haste accidently grabbed his tie,
knotting it quickly and running out the door. Later in the day, he walked up to
you, grabbed it and tugged you in for a kiss, whispering against your lips, “As
much fun as it is to see you wearing my
tie, I can’t wait to get it back off of you, tonight.” Needless to say,
there was a distinct lack of sleep the second time you stayed over.

Liu Wei – He’s unsure if he’s pleased or not that your
favorite thing to steal from his wardrobe happens to be his favorite
sweatshirt. You know the kind, the one that’s perfectly worn in, fits like a
glove and also feels like a wearable blanket? That must be why you steal it all
the time, though the “fit like a glove” part does not apply since the thing
actually looks like a blanket on you.
But then again, when he finally gets it back, it smells like you; which is a
definite bonus.

Azumane – Asahi could have sworn he’d put his favorite
t-shirt in the wash but when it came time to wear it he couldn’t locate it. That
was, until he went to your house, where you opened the door clad in his shirt,
rubbing sleep from your eyes. The sight of you swimming in his clothes made his
heart palpitate a bit faster and he knew he’d never wash the shirt again,
assuming he can even get it back.

Sugawara – While at a practice game, someone managed to
spill water all down the front of your shirt. Suga, of course, was quick to
come up with a solution; you could just wear his button down and he’d stay in
his jersey for the drive home. Sure, he’d be a bit uncomfortable in sweaty
clothes but it was better than having you so upset. He was, however, decidedly
more distracted than he thought possible since the buttons were just a bit
strained in their efforts to stay together. He made a note to have you wear his
shirt again, but next time where he could promptly rip it off.

Otsubo – Following their loss to Rakuzan, Otsubo was a bit downtrodden.
Having to stay strong and motivate the first and second years to keep striving
higher had exhausted him. But, the sight of you sauntering into his bedroom
wearing his now former jersey has him perking up pretty quickly. “Seems this thing
still has its uses,” he murmurs against your lips, hands trailing under the material
that he decides solely belongs to you whenever you come to stay at his place.

Kimura, Otsubo, Okamura, Iwamura (Seiho’s captain), Azumane, and Yamamoto finding out their GF is a succubus. She has been trying to get them to sleep with her due to needing nourishment (and just wanting their babies in general) but the guys refused because it was too soon. But then they find out that she NEEDS it to survive. NSFW reactions, if that’s okay?? (Also if you find it too difficult to write Iwamura (due to him being so minor in the series) you can swap him out for Kyotani instead)

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.

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.

How about some doctor visits with Izuki? ;) Take your time babe, I know you’re busy! 💕

So cute! Thanks for your patience.
We’ll just pretend he’s in college so he’s not a minor hitting on an adult lol.

Izuki is not a fan of going to the doctor’s, whether
he’s sick or not. But the
moment you walk in the door, he perks up; since when were doctors so cute?

“Good morning Izuki-san, how are you feeling today?”

Truthfully, his mouth is dry now, so he coughs into
his fist and of course you mistake this to mean he’s actually sick.

“Oh dear, that doesn’t sound good at all,” you say
frowning, “Here, let me take a listen.” Placing your stethoscope on his chest you instruct
him to inhale then exhale. “Hmmm, seems it was just a spasm, your lungs sound
clear,” you murmur directing your attention to the clipboard in your hand. You
finish the rest of the exam and proclaim him perfectly healthy.

Drumming up his courage, Izuki smiles and says,
“Honestly, I think I’m sick.”

“Oh, and what pray tell, are you afflicted by?” you
ask cocking an eyebrow.

“Love sickness and you, my dear doctor, are the only
cure.”

You blink once, twice, then start giggling. Izuki
isn’t sure at first if he should be disappointed in your reaction as you slap a
paper against his chest before walking out without another word. Looking down,
he beams. Scrawled in what can only be described as “doctor writing” but
unfathomably neat is your phone number along with a note, “Not really original, but you’re
cute. Call me in the morning.”

Can I make a request with Akashi, Midorima, Kagami, Kasamatsu, and Haizaki reacting to their girlfriend smelling of the guys’ soap?

At first, I thought you meant that the
girlfriend leans in to smell the guys but then I think you meant that the
girlfriend smells like that soap because she used it, so I went with that. If I
was wrong please let me know! 😊

Akashi

When you step into the kitchen for
breakfast, Akashi is already seated reading the paper, his chef nodding a good
morning to you. Smiling softly, Akashi stands and pulls out a chair for you. As
you take your seat, he leans down to kiss your cheek but pauses before burying into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“What are you doing Sei-kun?” you ask blushing
a bit at his open affection in front of his staff (though the man is currently focused
on the waffles).

Akashi exhales whispering in your ear, “It
seems our scents mingled together is quite the aphrodisiac for me. Make sure
you eat up, you’ll need your energy.”

Midorima

A dull knock at his door has Midorima frowning;
surely, it’s not you because you knock with what he can only call “spunk”. Upon opening
it, however, he discovers your mud-covered form standing on his porch.

“_____-chan, what on earth happened?”

You sigh, shifting from foot to foot. “I was
running to catch the bus and tripped into a mud puddle.” A flash of lightning
and crack of thunder rumble overhead.

“Did you forget your lucky item?”

Huffing you crossing your arms, nearly hitting
him with flung mud. “Is that really the thing to be focusing on right now Shin?”

He pushes up his glasses. “I suppose not, but
in the future please be more careful. Now, come in out of the rain and get cleaned
up.”

He ushers you to the bathroom, allowing you to
get in the shower while he puts your clothes in the wash. Since they are still
drying when you’re done with your shower, you wear his robe, towel drying your
hair as you sit on the bed. When he re-enters the room you stand, walking to
him and leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“Thanks, Shin-kun,” you say but as you pull
away he grabs your shoulders, sniffing the top of your head.

“Did you use my shampoo?” he asks and you nod
causing him to blush.

“Is that a problem?” you ask timidly.

“N…no,” he stammers, unclear why the thought of
you smelling like him is bringing very inappropriate thoughts to his mind.

Kagami

“Wow, that was some work out,” you gasp, wiping
your brow.

Taiga grins down at you, slightly winded but
not gulping down oxygen like you. “Yeah, thanks for coming with,” he says
before taking a swig of water. Glancing at his kitchen he says, “Don’t know about
you, but I’m starving, want me to cook something?”

“Um, sure, but would you mind if I took a quick
shower? I stink!”

Taiga blushes a bit making you smile but nods. “Su…sure,
towels and stuff are in the bathroom. I’ll just get started on lunch.”

You shower quickly, opting to just use his soap
since you don’t have your stuff with you today.

Stepping out of the bathroom, a puff of steam
in your wake, you enter the living room to find it filled with the smell of
delicious cooking. Smiling to yourself you sit down on the couch, waiting until
Taiga is done.

“Babe, it’s ready,” he says and you stand to
join him at the breakfast bar. As you take a seat you flip your hair out of the
way, sending a plume of scent wafting towards Taiga. Looking up, you see him
staring at you, an odd look on his face.

“Taiga, what’s-“but you don’t get to finish your
sentence before his lips are on yours, kissing you fiercely.

When he pulls back, you both inhale and he says
huskily, “Forget lunch, I want to devour you.” You can’t say you mind too much.

Kasamatsu

Yukio has always had trouble with girls; he
just gets so nervous around them. So you decided to take matters into your own
hands and ask him out. After he came
to (and wanted to murder Kise for laughing at him) you’d made plans and went on
a date. That led to another and before long you found yourself girlfriend to
the captain of the basketball team.

Hence why, now at this moment, you are
practically suffering from heat stroke in the gym while these crazy boys run
drills during their summer training.

It’s so hot you feel like you’re melting into
the benches. Glancing at the guys you can’t believe they haven’t keeled over by
now. Shaking your head, you scamper to the locker rooms, intent on taking a
shower to cool down. Sneaking into the boys’ area you grab Yukio’s soap since
there’s none in your locker before going back to the girls’ locker room.

Ten minutes later, you exit feeling exceptionally better as your damp hair cools you down, pleased to see the boys are just finishing up.

“There you are,” Yukio says running over to you
covered in sweat.

“Yeah, I just had to cool off,” you say
smiling.

“Wait for me, I’ll be just a minute,” he says
and takes off towards the locker room.

“Hold on, Yukio-kun!” you call and run up to him,
handing him the bottle of his soap that you forgot to return. You peck his
cheek and rush back to the bleachers to get your stuff, completely missing the
bright red hue of your boyfriend’s face as he thinks about you using his soap on your naked body.

“Maybe next time you can put it on her,” Kise
teases.

“Shut up, Kise!” he yells kicking the ace into
the locker room.

Haizaki

“Ouch,” you hiss, glancing down at yet another
bruise forming. Haizaki just had to
choose paint-balling for your date, didn’t he? Grumbling, you run a hand through
your hair crying out when you realize it has paint in it despite you wearing
protective gear; for all the good it did your poor body come to think of it.

“Such a baby,” your jackass of a boyfriend
snickers. He, of course, barely got hit seeing as he’s been doing this crap
since he was a kid.

“Shut up,” you snap.

“Awwww, come on little baby,” he coos mockingly
at you, “Let’s get you home and all cleaned up.”

Sighing, you climb onto the bus, people looking
at you weird because you’re covered in green, orange and red paint splatters.

When you get to Haizaki’s house, you procure
the bathroom (locking the door because you really don’t feel like dealing with grabby
hands when you’re bruised) and take a quick shower, just using whatever is on
hand to scrub your skin and hair clean.

Finally divested of your extra colors (minus
your lovely bruising which will be there for weeks) you exit the bathroom. When
you enter Haizaki’s room, he’s flat on his back in bed, looking up at the
ceiling and you swear he’s pouting because you wouldn’t let him shower with
you. Now who’s the baby? But you won’t
say anything, it’s just not worth an argument.

Sitting down, you yawn, stretching tired and
sore muscles. A shift on the bed barely draws your attention; that is until you’re
flung down on to it, the sudden impact making you curse in pain. Shogo looms over
you, his face burying into your neck as he growls, “I like you smelling like
me, makes it easier for everyone to know you’re mine!”

Hi again! Can you also do no. 6 from the same prompts and with Yosen (minus Murasakibara)?

#6
– Shopping for needs

Tatsuya – Goes through his room/apartment/dorm (wherever
he is) and takes inventory making sure he knows exactly what he needs and the
best places to get them. Maps out a route and gets the task done in the most
efficient way possible.

Wei – Can’t be bothered to make a list and simply
wanders aimlessly grabbing items he thinks he may need but won’t know for sure
until he gets back to his place. If he does have duplicates he just shrugs; one
less thing to get next time…if he remembers he already has it.

Okamura – A bit of a mix between an organized and
impulsive buyer. He knows what he needs to get in general, maybe ending up with
some extra deodorant (never can have too much in his opinion) but will deviate
from a list if something catches his eye; mainly flowers or some such item he’s
convinced will help him finally get
that girl he’s had his eye on. Unfortunately, it usually doesn’t and he’s left
to add it to his literal reject pile.

Fukui – Has such simplistic needs no list is
necessary and he almost never buys anything he doesn’t need. He doesn’t like
clutter so the less in his cabinets and drawers the better. Though he isn’t
above trying a new hair product every now and again.

I’m here again! Can I ask for the Yosen guys (minus Murasakibara) with the no. 21 from the imagines/reactions prompts?

#21
– Road Trips

Tatsuya – Is the guy everyone wants to plan the trip
because he’s really good at it and makes sure everyone has a good time.
Will pick somewhere interesting and fun but not too far because while the
journey may be half the fun, he doesn’t want everyone too exhausted to enjoy
the local experiences.

Wei – Disinclined for road trips to be honest,
much preferring to stay at home and relax but if he is made to go somewhere he
won’t plan it. Most likely he’ll just drive, take the bus/train/etc until he
sees something interesting and stops.

Okamura – Will do research on where the most popular
place to meet girls is and set his sights on going there, torn between asking
Tatsuya to come along as a wing man or insisting he not come since he always
gains the attention of women.

Fukui – Will probably tag along with Okamura and
make fun of him because why not? He doesn’t care much about traveling however
(and he’ll never admit this out loud) he does from time to time miss his former
teammates so the chance to hang with them like this he’s more than likely going
to take.