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Hiiiii, so I was thinking a bad boy imagine where the reader is Kise or Kuroo’s girlfriend and she’s very supportive of him being in a gang and she’s also very affectionate and sweet, but some of her friends warned her about him bc he’s very flirty and she’s very protective and jealous. So she finds him and another girl in a compromising position but it’s not the case tho and so she leaves and she’s rly hurt. She gets kidnapped and he saves her and plz plz plzzz happy ending?? Thank youuuu

Hello! So, since I paired up two of
the asks that made the randomizer cut I re-randomized the remaining asks and
this one came out on top to be the last of the month! Thanks!

“You know he’s, like,
always all over other girls, right?” How could she have ever defended him
from that after seeing what she did? Her boyfriend, with her…the image was
burned into her memory, searing away the love she felt for him replacing it
with a deep-seated ache. After everything she’d done for him too! She supported
him despite her family disowning her for aligning herself with a rival gang
member. She believed in him even though all her friends told her he was no
good, that he would break her heart because he was a flirt! She knew he was
often sent for coercion against female members of rival gangs, his charm and
good looks breaking past any defenses they put up.

But now the same had happened to her. She’d trusted him and-

Her thoughts abruptly cut off as a searing pain shot through
her head. Blinking rapidly, the last image before her eyes were the faces of
who she knew to be his enemies, the ones who’d sworn revenge upon him. With a
shuddering sigh, she fell unconscious, morbidly thanking the gods for a quick
release from the pain of his betrayal.

Kise thought he knew anger, but
this rage, it’s fierce enough to scare himself. Before him sits his love, the
one person in the whole world who understands and loves him for everything he
is. She knows his darkest secrets, his deepest fears, his heart’s desires, all
of it.

And now she’s suffering because of
it.

It’s clear they’ve roughed her up,
her blood-soaked shirt is evidence enough of that. But there’s something else,
something deeper and more underhanded that’s happened because when her head
rises and their eyes meet (one of hers swollen), there’s no expression of
gratitude, no release of breath in relief of his arrival. If anything, a look
of utter agony spills across her face.

“Just leave me Kise,” the use of
his last name by her voice startling him, “they can’t hurt me any worse than
you have.”

“________-cchi, what are you-“

“Don’t call me that! Don’t you ever
call me that again! How could you? How could you do that, to me!” she shouts,
voice echoing in the cavernous warehouse.

Around them are the bodies of her
kidnappers, most unconscious but a few dead. Kuroko and Kagami blink in
confusion, both of them unsure exactly what to do. Clearly, _______ needs help
but as Kise starts moving towards her again she screams out, “Stay the fuck
away from me!”

“Get her,” Kise grunts and Kuroko
moves to her in his stead.

“Come on, ______-chan, let’s get
you out of here,” the blue haired sniper says, untying her restraints. She
falls against him, thoroughly spent, staining his suit with blood. Kagami moves
next, leaning down and lifting her up easily.

The sight of her snuggling into the
crook of the red head’s neck makes Kise’s blood boil but there’s no time for
this right now. She needs medical attention and rest. Then, maybe, hopefully,
they can work through whatever lies it is they told her to turn her against
him.

Midorima clicks his tongue as he
cleans her wounds, hooking up an IV to rehydrate her body.

“She needs rest and no further
strain for at least a week,” he advises when he exits her room. “Until then,
Kise, I recommend you not speak with her. She was thoroughly distraught, mumbling
something about you betraying her. If you were to try to talk to her in this
state I fear she’ll tear the stiches and go into shock.”

Kise nods his understanding, tears
of frustration stinging his eyes.

The week crawls by but finally he
gets clearance from Midorima to seek an audience with her. Initially, she
refuses, but under the surprisingly gentle persuasion of Kasamatsu, relents and
allows Kise to enter her room. Her eyes are hard, lips pressed in a tight line
as he enters.

“Say what you want quickly then get
out,” she snaps, turning her head so she doesn’t have to look at his golden
eyes, the eyes that melt her.

“_______-cchi,” he begins, taking a
seat on the bed, “I don’t know what those goons told you to make you so upset
but-“

She whips her head to face him,
eyes full of fury. “They didn’t do a thing except break my body! YOU broke my
heart, Kise!”

“What are you talking about?” he
grunts.

“I saw you,” she says lowly, voice
full of anger, “I saw you that day kissing
that girl and I know you weren’t on
assignment! So, who was she? Hmmmm? Your little side whore? Your plaything for
when I’m away? Tell me! Who was so important that you would throw away
everything we built together?!”

She’s shouting again, voice drawing
attention to the door and Midorima enters with a scowl on his face. Grabbing
hers, Kise directs her attention to his own, eyes boring into her with an
intensity she’s never seen before. “That girl had an allergic reaction to some of
the food at the magazine shoot. I was giving her mouth to mouth to keep her
alive until paramedics arrived.”

“What?” she breathes out.

“Yeah, it was just her and me and
my assistant at the time because everyone had to go pick up various items for
the shoot. She took a bite of a cream cheese puff thing and it had shellfish in
it. I guess when you came in was the same time my assistant was in the back
ally waiting for the ambulance. I never even knew you were there!”

Tears flood her eyes, her face
scrunching up as she sobs against his chest. “Ryouta,” she chokes out and he
sighs in relief, “I’m so, so sorry! I’m so sorry I doubted you! I…I’m so sorry!”

“It’s ok, shhhhhh. It’s ok,
_______-cchi.”

Flying backwards, her head smacking
the headboard she cries out, “Even if I was mad, I didn’t tell them anything! I
didn’t! I…I just couldn’t betray you!”

He kisses her deeply, smoothing
down the back of her hair. “I know, baby, I know. Just, settle down, ok? It’s
all ok now.” He looks over his shoulder, nodding to Midorima he has this under
control and the doctor retreats, shutting the door quietly. Carefully, Kise
settles into bed next to her, lying down and drawing her into his arms.

“Just next time, stick around to
yell at me so you don’t get kidnapped again, ne?” he asks somewhat playfully and
she smacks his arm.

Kissing her again, he sighs into
her mouth. She may be a bit of a handful sometimes, but as long as it’s his
hands handling her, he’s happy.

A cry of pain pierces Kuroo’s heart. That’s _______’s voice, calling
out for mercy. “I don’t have anything to live for any
more, just kill me, please.”

Her pleas sear his soul, why would she say that? Isn’t he worth living for? Didn’t she believe
he’d come for her? That he’d save her? Rushing in, guns blazing, he cuts down
three of her abusers in under thirty seconds. Yamamoto handles the remaining two
while Lev rushes to get her down from where they’ve suspended her on a chain.

Kuroo sees her clinging to the half-Russian, sobbing thanks into
his shoulder. But when she raises her head and sees him, she goes silent, eyes cold.

“Come on, _______-chan, I’ll take you to Kuroo-san,” Lev offers,
turning to walk towards his leader.

“No, Lev-kun, please, just, take me home,” she begs.

“Eh? But he’s right there! Don’t you know how worried he was? How
much he cried when we heard you were taken?” he exclaims, setting her down but
still holding her upright.

Normally, Kuroo would smack him for his big mouth but right now,
it surprisingly seems to be helping him, because Kuroo can see hesitation
shift the fierceness of her gaze. “He…cried?” she asks, voice small.

“Of course he did! Kuroo-san can’t live without you, ______-chan,
we all know that!”

“Babe,” Kuroo calls softly, taking slow measured steps towards her,
as though he’s afraid she’ll tear away from Lev’s grasp, “why did you tell them
to kill you?”

“Eh? You said that?” Lev asks horrified.

“Lev, let’s go,” Yaku snaps, yanking the taller male away.

Her body shakes with the effort to stand but Kuroo won’t touch her,
not if she doesn’t want him to. A small whimper of pain draws him closer, arms
stretching out in a silent request for permission. She barely finishes the nod
before Kuroo rushes forward, drawing her into a long embrace. Kissing her
temple, he whispers into her hair, “Tell me why.”

A shudder slices through her body, drawing more winces and
stammers of pain but she manages to choke out, “I…I saw you. I saw you with
that girl and I just….oh god, Kuroo I thought I’d lost you and I just didn’t
want to live anymore!”

“Saw me with…”he trails off, mind desperately searching for what
she’s talking about.

Then it hits him. Suppressing a laugh, of relief or mirth or both
he’s not sure, Kuroo pulls her head back to look in his eyes. “Oh my pretty
little kitty, how could you think I’d ever want anyone but you? That girl

was so distraught

she almost ran into traffic so I grabbed her and tugged her
back before she got hit by a truck. I guess you just saw the aftermath and instead
of talking to me,” he flicks her head making her pout, “you run off and get
yourself nabbed in a dangerous territory.”

Kuroo draws her closer, kissing her cheek to avoid her split lip. “You’re
my one and only, baby, never, ever doubt that again.”

She nods, throwing her arms around his neck and crying into his
shoulder. He easily picks her up, walking to the waiting car and the rest of
the gang who all breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of her safe and where
she belongs: in Kuroo’s arms.

Badboy scenario for Aomine Daiki; he’s dating reader’s bestfriend (reader walks in on them fucking, then she punched him hard and sent him to the hospital cause she thinks he’s hurting her friend from the way she’s moaning lmao) a few months later she discovered that her friend is cheat on him with another guy, reader felt sorry for Daiki and fall for him instead and starts dating him?

I changed the timeline a little but the essence of your ask is here. Also, I coupled it with this ask that didn’t make the randomizer cut because I thought they could go well together:

@hellyeachi-hitoka said:

Badboy! Aomine throw pebbles at his gf at midnight only to
‘kidnapping’ her cause her parents dislike him and it stress her out, he helps
to let off some stream with bangin’ in his car until the sun rises. Thanks 😉

The sound of grunting could be heard through the door of her
best friend’s room as she neared it. What could be-

“Oh god!”

Hiana’s cry made her pulse race. What the hell was going on?
Shoving open the door, she was horrified to see her friend pressed upon her
bed, shirt shoved up exposing her bra and Aomine Daiki with his hand around her
throat. Before anyone could react to her presence, she grabbed a lamp and
slammed it on his head. With a grunt, Aomine fell limp, sliding to the floor.

“Are you ok-“ she began but Hiana flew up, eyes filled with
a mix of anger and fear.

“Are you fucking insane! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What are you talking about? Aomine-senpai was attacking you and-“

“You idiot! We were having sex!”

“With your clothes on?!” she asked bewildered.

“We couldn’t wait! Oh my god, what have you done? You killed
him!”

Leaning down, she checked Aomine’s pulse. It was weak but present. Grabbing her phone, she dialed an ambulance, explaining when the
paramedics arrived about the misunderstanding making them work to hold back snickers.

Later in the evening, the doctor assured the two girls
Aomine was fine but because of his concussion it would be a good idea to keep
him for observation for a few days. Relieved it wasn’t anything more serious,
the two decided they’d let him rest and come back the next day to visit. Only,
Hiana didn’t meet up with her as planned. Confused, she went to her house,
shocked to hear similar noises from the day before coming from the room again.

This time when she threw the door open, it was with anger at
her friend. “Aomine-senpai’s in the hospital and you’re here screwing another
guy?! What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted.

“It’s your fault he’s there, why don’t you look after him? Besides,
he was just a quick fuck anyway,” Hiana quips back, not in the least bit embarrassed
to have another guys face between her legs.

“You’re such a slut,” she snapped back, slamming the door.
How could she be best friends with someone so…so…she didn’t even know the word
she was looking for but she knew she wouldn’t be going back there any time soon.

Entering Aomine’s room, her steps shuffled to a stop. He was
sleeping, or at least appeared to be, and the sight of him so calm and peaceful
did unexpected things to her heart. Normally seen with a scowl on his face,
Aomine had intimidated her from day one. That was why she presumed the worst when she found him on top of Hiana. But now, looking at him, she kind of forgot
that fear and took the time to appreciate his appearance.

That was until he opened his eyes and narrowed them at her,
snapping out, “What the fuck do you want?”

She squeaked, cheeks flushing bright red but she made
herself stay put. Bowing at a perfect ninety-degree angle she said quickly, “I’m
so sorry Aomine-senpai! I…I didn’t know what was going on and-“

“Save it,” he interrupted but his tone was less harsh. As
she rose, his gaze locked her in place. Even lying down, he was imposing. “As
long as you’re here, you can do something for me to make up for it,” he went on
as he sat up.

“Anything,” she replied quickly earning a cocked eyebrow and
a deadly sexy smirk.

“Oh princess, I am not a man you want to offer that to,” he
advised.

She swallowed her nerves, striding forward to his bed. “What
can I do for you, Aomine-senpai.”

“One, stop calling me senpai, it’s stupid. Two, here’s my
address and my key. It’s apartment 24. Go there and pick up these items. If I gonna be stuck here for a week
I need some of my stuff.”

“Aren’t your parents going to come see you?” she asked
before thinking.

He grunted. “Mom’s dead, dad’s away on business. Now, are
you gonna do this or not?”

“Of course!” she peeped, horrified her assumption could possibly
have caused him discomfort.

“Settle down, sheesh, you’re a jumpy one. Just hurry up,
would ya?” he grumbled, settling back down on the pillows and turning on the
TV.

By the time she got back with his stuff, the gravure
magazines making her blush, he was asleep again. Setting down the bag, she took a seat, her eyes closing. Hours later, the buzz of her cell
phone woke her up, a frantic message from her mother asking where she was making
her spring up and rush from the room. Behind she hadn’t noticed Aomine had been
watching her sleep too.

The next day she returned with his homework, the sight of it
making him groan, “But I have a head injury. Can’t they like, excuse me from it
or something?”

“Hey, I’ll help you Aomine-sen-, I mean, Aomine-kun,” she
offered with a bright smile.

For the entire week, she brought his school work, assisting
him to get it done and all the while finding that even though he was rough
around the edges and could have a temper, the basketball bad boy of Too was
really…kind of sweet in his own way.

On the day of his release from the hospital, she offered to
escort him home. “That eager to get in my pants are you?” he teased and she
blushed furiously, protests flying out of her mouth. Leaning down, he pecked
her nose stilling the flow of words. “I’m just teasing you, _____-chan, relax.”
The entire way to his place, she kept her eyes focused outside the window of
the train, willing her heart to calm down.

“He was only teasing!
Of course he doesn’t see me like that! How could I ever think someone like
Aomine-kun could ever like me? I mean, we may not even be friends! Who knows
with him?”

By the time they reached his apartment building, she’d thoroughly
convinced herself the previous week would feel like a dream because she was
sure when they both returned to school the next day he’d probably ignore her.
So she was shocked when as she turned to leave his doorstep, Aomine’s hand shot
out, dragging her back to his side, more accurately to his chest. Leaning down,
he kissed her full on the mouth but it was sweet, just a gentle pressure making
her eyelids flutter closed. When he pulled away, he mumbled, “Go out with me?”

She nodded, throwing her arms around his waist to hug him
tightly. Grunting, he returned the affection, kissing the top of her head.

“You’re not to see that boy any longer,” her father ordered
a month later.

“But dad-“

“No buts! Aomine Daiki, despite his impressive basketball skill,
is nothing but trouble. He’s lazy, irresponsible and disrespectful! I’ll not
have my daughter associating with him! And to make sure I’m taking your phone.”

“You don’t understand, I love him!” she shouted, running up
to her room and slamming the door. It wasn’t fair! She knew Daiki could be a
handful, could come across as all the things her father saw but she also knew
he had a good heart, buried under layers of pride and self-protection. You just
needed to take time to see it. Which no one, it seemed, was willing to do.

Later that night, the sound of tapping against her window
pulled her from a torrid slumber. She’d fallen asleep crying. Rubbing her eyes,
she made her way to the window and upon looking out saw Daiki chucking pebbles
at the glass. Waving frantically for him to stay put, she hurriedly put on shoes
and a jacket, rushing as quietly as possible to the front door and out of it. Flying
into his arms, she erupted into tears again.

“Hey, hey, what the hell’s the matter?” He pulled back,
hands resting on her cheeks. “I tried calling you all day but your phone was
off, what happened?”

“My…my dad told me….I can’t see you anymore! He…he doesn’t
approve and-“

Her words cut off with a sigh as Aomine kissed her, hands
carding through her hair. Leaning his forehead against hers he growled, “I don’t
give a shit who approves or not, you’re mine, you hear?”

She nodded, hands covering his and teeth biting her lip.

“Come on,” he grunted, tugging her hand towards his car. It
wasn’t every day he used it, preferring to avoid the heavy traffic of the city,
but that late at night there were barely any other cars on the road. Securing
her seat belt, Aomine headed to the driver’s side and got in, turning the
ignition and shooting down the street. They drove in silence, her hand clasped
in his. Aomine took a turn, swerving up a twisting, winding road to a flat
peak at the top of a neighborhood development. Parking, he pointed out the
windshield. “What do you think of that?”

She gasped, eyes widening with wonder at the sight of the whole
city lit up below them. Even so late in the night, the lights glowed
brightly, the distance from the sounds of traffic and the smells of industry
allowing the view to give off a beauty all its own.

Aomine opened his door, she following suit and the couple
sat upon the hood of his car, his arms wrapped around her watching the scenery
below.

“Thanks, Daiki-kun,” she whispered.

His lips found her neck, kissing gently at first but then he
couldn’t stop his hands from wandering under her jacket, his touch igniting a
deep fire in her stomach. Leaning into him more, she sighed, arching up when
his hands reached her breasts.

“This wasn’t where I planned for this to happen but,” he
turned her around, latching onto her throat once more murmuring, “I want you so
bad I can’t wait.”

“I want you too, Daiki,” she confessed, raking her fingers
through his hair.

“Ung, shit, come’re,” he ordered, dragging her to the back
seat of the car. She lay on her back, eyes a bit wide as he removed his shirt, revealing
previously unseen tattoos. Gently she touched them, tracing the outline of the
black and red star above his heart.

On his other pectoral was another star, blue and white, which
she also touched. “I like them.” Her voice was soft, affection showing plainly
on her face.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Aomine asked, slightly
breathless because though he’d had some experience in this area, it’d never
been with someone he cared about quite so much.

She nodded, smiling into the kiss he gave her. With
gentleness he wasn’t aware he possessed, Aomine unbuttoned her shirt, pulling
it off and flinging it to the front seat. Next her skirt was removed, leaving
her in bra and panties, matching of course.

“Cute,” he complimented, teasingly touching the polka dot
pattern.

“Shush,” she complained, a bright blush on her cheeks.

He grinned, leaning down to capture her lips in a languid
but passion filled kiss. He took his time with everything, with every touch, letting
her get used to the feel of him and what he was doing to her. “You’re so
beautiful,” he breathed into her ear when she was finally fully exposed.

“You’re the beautiful one, I feel plain in comparison,” she
joked but he grasped her chin, tilting her head to meet his eyes.

“You.are.beautiful. Don’t even think otherwise, you hear me?”

She nodded, swallowing the wealth of emotion threatening to
erupt at the tenderness she found in his gaze.

Even though it was cramped in the back seat, Aomine somehow
made the entire experience magical for her. Their breaths mingled, sweat
building on their bodies as the heat in the car expanded creating condensation
on the windows. She turned her head, gasping loudly when he first entered her
torrid heat, the feel of the condom odd at first but the longer he thrust the
more she enjoyed it until her voice grew raspy from screaming his name.

They stayed there, lost in one another until the sun
threatened to break the seam of the horizon. Thoroughly exhausted, Aomine drove
them to his place where they showered and changed before collapsing in his bed.
She knew there would be hell rained down on her later, but in that moment,
being wrapped in Aomine’s arms was worth any price she had to pay.

Alright, I couldn’t resist the Bad Boy AU! How about Bad Boy! Tsukishima convincing his s/o to skip class to make out on the roof or something like that which perhaps leads to something steamy? ;) -Lana

So, in honor of our salty boy’s birthday today, I present to
you a bonus bad boy scenario! Enjoy!

“Kei, what are you doing? We’ll be late for class!” she hisses through
clenched teeth as the blonde punk drags her up yet another set of stairs.

“Tch, as if I care about that,” he mutters, willing her to
go faster by increasing his own pace.

“Well you should! I mean, if you get one more demerit you
could get kicked off the team!”

He turns around, golden eyes fixing her in place. “It’s just
a stupid club, _______, now stop wasting time complaining!”

Her heart clenched a bit at his words. Why must he insist he
doesn’t care when she knows he does? Regardless of how many punks are on the
team, they all want to win, all want to succeed. If it’s just a stupid club,
why did he join in the first place?

“Will you get out of your own head for two seconds?” he
grumbles, voice low in her ear. She startles, looking around them. When did
they end up outside? The sound of a lock clicking into place next to her
catches her attention but it’s momentary considering Kei’s lips are now on her
neck. “Kei,” she moans when his tongue teases her flesh.

“Mmmmm, just getting started and already you’re breathless?
Nice to know you still want me even though I’m such a delinquent.” His voice is
low and silky, almost like chocolate in her ears. Unable to resist his draw,
she winds her arms around his neck allowing him clearance to pull his around
her waist. Leaning back slightly grants access to her lips, his own seeking
them hungrily.

His fingers toy with the edge of her skirt, teasing touches
against the skin of her thighs making her moan again. For as much as Tsukishima
usually prefers quiet, he loves her noises. But today, oh, today is special,
and he knows he can take advantage of it.

“So,” he says, voice irritatingly even given they were
practically swallowing one another whole a second ago, “it’s my birthday.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “And? You’ve never cared about celebrating
before.”

“I don’t, but it seemed a perfect opportunity to request
something,” he smirks.

“And that would be?”

He looks at her from over his lenses, eyes holding heat and
just the slightest hint of annoyance. “Do I really need to spell it out for
you, ________? Fine,” he leans in, breath ghosting over the shell of her ear, “Get
on your knees, this year for my birthday, I want you eating something.”

Her cheeks flare bright red, head whipping backwards to look
at his face again. “Are you serious? Now? Here?”

He nods.

“You couldn’t wait until we got home?”

“Tick tock, _______, lunch is going to be starting in about,”
he looks at his watch, “fifteen minutes and I have no intension of unlocking
that door until I’ve had my birthday blow job, so what’s it gonna be?”

“You’re incorrigible,” she sighs.

“I love it when you talk dirty, now why don’t you put that
pretty mouth to better use, hmmmm?”

“Asshole.”

Any witty retort Tsukishima planned on saying falls away on
a sigh as her hands undo his belt and zipper, releasing his already firm cock.
She smiles coyly, both of them knowing full well that despite his demanding and
sometimes demeaning attitude, she’s the one in control here. The only reason
this is happening, right here, right now is because she’s allowing it to. And Tsukishima
is thankful, even if he doesn’t say it out loud.

He says it in how he grips her hair tightly when she takes
him all the way in.

Says it in how his breath hitches while he bites back moans
when the flat of her tongue licks him from base to tip.

Shows it when biting his lip as her teeth tease the tip.

And almost shouts it when she deep throats him just enough
to allow him to cum.

Panting, Tsukishima leans against the wall as she resumes a
standing position, slinging down the contents of her water bottle to rinse her
mouth of his capitulation. A stick of gum goes in next, which she chews idly
watching him as he regains his composure.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he grunts.

“You’re welcome,” she replies a bit sarcastically. Turning
to head to the door, she’s startled again when he latches onto her wrist,
dragging her back into a fiery kiss, hands raking through her hair, tongue
slicing into her mouth. He’s so earnest, you’d think they hadn’t kissed in over
a week. When he finally lets her go, both are practically breathless.

He doesn’t say anything, just takes her hand, unlocks the
door and walks her back into the school. As he drops her off at her classroom
just before the lunch bell rings he whispers in her ear, “Come to the club room
right after school, I’ll need a snack before practice.” Then he smacks her ass
and walks away, leaving a dull ache blooming between her thighs.

“It’s gonna be a long
day,” she thinks.

Bad boy au scenario; Bad boys Kuroko, Kise, Oikawa, and Akaashi are injured after a fight and are found by their future s/o, who treats their wounds. She’s not naive and she’s no goody-two-shoes; she’s helping them because they’re cute and she has a knife in case they try anything funny.

Kuroko groans,
the sound quiet but deep. The feeling of being lifted startles him, his body
twitching in reaction to continue defending himself but he winces violently,
his previous injures stilling any further movements. “Just stay still silly, you’re
already bleeding everywhere,” an unexpectedly feminine voice says near his ear.
Forcing his eyelids up, he’s surprised to see a girl assisting him to walk, his
arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Flashing him a small smile,
she continues, “Don’t worry, I got you.” He nods once in thanks, shifting his
focus to the muscles in his legs. One foot in front of the other, they slowly make
their way to her dwelling. By the time they reach her living room, Kuroko is
completely spent, his blood loss making him cave in upon himself to the floor. His
last thought before blacking out is, “I
hope I don’t stain her floor.”

The feel of hot water against his skin rouses Akaashi from his twilight state, a hiss
of pain escaping through his teeth. His eyes widen a bit when he finds himself
in a rather deep tub. Initially he’s confused to still be wearing his boxers
but a glance to his left explains why; his rescuer is busying herself with a
wash cloth and soap. “I know it probably stings but we have to disinfect those
cuts and hot water with a topical later will do just that,” she says, voice
calm and even. He cocks an eyebrow at her as she leans forward to scrub dried
blood from his body. The feel of her touch coupled with the rising steam and
his still weakened body lulls him into a state of complicity. Meeting her eyes,
he utters, “Thank you.”

With her help, Kise
rises from the drained bath, muscles still limp but more relaxed than fatigued
now. “Not that I think you’ll be able to Kise-kun,” she advises as they make
their way to her room, “but if you try anything funny know I’ve got a knife and
I know how to use it.” Her tone is mostly jovial, but the blonde sees her eyes
are serious. Clearly, she’s familiar with who and what he is.

A strained chuckle leaves his lips, eyes gaining a bit of
their glow back. “Don’t worry, I’m not that
bad.”

She smiles and he thinks her pretty. Sitting him down on the
bed, she hurries to a dresser drawer, pulling out a first aid kit.

“This is going to hurt, sorry,” she says sloshing some ointment
onto a cloth before pressing it against his deepest wound. Kise takes in a
sharp breath, digging his nails into the flesh of his palm. “Sorry,” she
whispers again then adds a numbing agent to the area. “This is deeper than I
initially thought, so I’ll have to do a quick stitch up.”

Kise bites his bottom lip, tears stinging the corners of his
eyes but he manages to keep back any whimpers; some tough guy he ended up
being. But she doesn’t tease him, she doesn’t say anything and when he chances
a glance at her face he’s enamored with her. She looks so cute with her brows
furrowed in concentration.

Finishing up the suture, she ties it off and snips the end
close to his skin. Swiftly, she cleans and bandages up the rest of his injuries
before handing him drawstring sweatpants and a soft t-shirt. “Think you can
handle putting these on yourself?” When he nods, she releases the items. “Good,
I’ll get something going for supper, you just rest, ok?”

As he lays back in the comfortable clothing, Kise wonders at
her anew. Who is she and why is she helping him?

Oikawa asks her
those questions as they sit together for a simple meal of soup and sandwiches,
his gone fairly quickly since his appetite woke back up. She shrugs her
shoulders, “What kind of a person would I be to leave someone bleeding on the ground?”
Her eyes meet his, a playful glint in them. “Plus, you’re super cute, it would be
a shame for such good looks to be snuffed out of the world too soon.”

Oikawa now wonders if this it was it feels like to swoon
over someone. She’s so confident but easy going, her laugh coming easy and her
smile bright.

Later, after using the bathroom, Oikawa makes his way back
to her room, intent on telling her he’ll be taking his leave and to thank her
for her kindness. As he enters, he finds her sprawled on the same bed he was
laying upon a few hours prior, cute little snores breaking the otherwise silent
room. Leaning against the frame, he watches her. She’s exhausted, unsurprising
considering she’s smaller than him and not only practically carried his
semi-dead weight however far it was from the place of his attack to her home
but she kept assisting him until he got his strength back.

A shift of his body makes him wince, his wounds reminding
him of their presence. Walking to the bed, he leans down, whispering in her
ear, “Thank you, angel-chan, I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded.”

He makes good on his promise a week later in the form of a
date at a roof top terrace restaurant where he asks her formerly to be his and
she accepts.

I’m not sure if this ask is good enough but maybe a scenario about Bad Boy!Oikawa and a person he’s so interested in, but his charms don’t work on them, they’re oblivious, and they always seem unimpressed (they secretly like him back but do a great job hiding it from him). Sexual tension would be great but you can avoid NSFW if you want! I picked Oikawa bc I thought it’d be interesting to see him chasing someone so hard, feel free to swap characters if you want! Thanks ❤︎

Holy moly this ended up WAY longer than I planned and a
whole lot more serious without much NSFW or even sexual tension but hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

She remembers him from high school, he can tell by the look
of shock on her face. He can’t really blame her though. Anyone from those days
would be surprised to see Oikawa Tooru, former pretty boy of the Abojosai
volleyball team, sporting an arm sleeve tattoo, a lip piercing and wearing
ripped jeans.

Pushing away from the wall, he approaches, stride steady, a
confident smirk on his face. But just before he meets her eyes again, a girl
interjects herself between them. Tooru’s former tendency to indulge his fans
exerts itself immediately, old habits do die hard, and by the time he’s done
with her the object of his initial focus is gone.

Clicking his tongue, Oikawa shifts his gaze over the crowded
frat house. There’s people everywhere, the semester kickoff party in high gear.
Finally, he spots her on the dance floor and goodness can she move that body!
She’s grinding up on some dude who looks about ready to cum in his pants.
Oikawa is openly staring at her, willing her to make eye contact but she’s
either completely oblivious or completely uninterested because she never once
loses her focus on her dance partner.

And Oikawa decides right then he wants that attention on
him. Sure, he’s always been a bit of an attention whore, but who could blame
him coming from the environment he did back in high school? Other than Iwaizumi
of course.

His eyes stay riveted on her, still moving fluidly, sexily,
and fuck now he’s got a tent in his pants just from watching her! Then again,
it’s been a while since Oikawa has had any action of the bedroom variety. Just
because his team is rough and tough doesn’t mean they don’t work hard.

Terushima makes certain of it.

Oikawa laughs a bit to himself thinking back on their first official
meeting. He’d only ever seen the guy at tournaments, his team loud and flashy,
but horribly erratic. Then something happened that shifted his focus and in
addition to having fun, he got smarter. His whole team got smarter.

And now he’s Oikawa’s captain.

Shaking his head, Oikawa zeroes back in on her. She’s still
dancing, smiling with sultry eyes and moving her hips just so.

She can feel his gaze on her, its intensity rippling over
her skin like electricity but she remains focused. He’s not going to have
things go his way, not tonight. Because she’s in control and he’ll just have to
deal with it. The song ends and she leans up, pecking her dance partner quickly
on the cheek. He goes to make a move but she shies away, giggling, “That
was fun, thanks for the dance,” then she’s absorbed into the crowd but not
without stealing a glance at Oikawa only to find him still looking right at
her.

Damn. Well, she almost made it without giving him a piece of
the attention he craved.

And it’s only wet his appetite for more.

The next day Oikawa is still thinking about her, her sultry
smile, her bedroom eyes. With a self-deprecating laugh, he realizes he has a
crush! An honest to goodness crush. He can’t remember the last time this has
happened, where his attention was so fully fixed on anything besides
volleyball. Practice over, he makes his way back to his dorm only to see her
sitting beneath a tree reading, her eyes narrowed in concentration at the text
before her. Calling up his best smile, Oikawa saunters towards her, only
speaking once he’s right in front of her seated position. “You know, you’re too
pretty to be frowning, you look much better dancing.”

His voice startles her and he can’t stand how cute she looks
huddled in an oversized sweater, leggings and boots. Is this really the same
girl he saw last night? It’s the perfect fall look, her hair blowing in the
sudden breeze that’s kicked up. A subtle shiver overtakes her body and he
shrugs off his jacket. “Here,” he offers draping it over her shoulders.

Warmth spreads over her body and it’s not just from the
placement of his jacket. Oikawa is looking at her with complete focus. She’d
often wondered what it would be like to have his gaze turned upon her and now,
looking at it, she’s both enamored and afraid. How could a high school crush
last this long? Or did it just flare up
quickly at the sight of him, a knee jerk reaction to Oikawa’s presence? She
realizes she should be speaking, should be saying thank you not only for the
jacket but the compliment paid her earlier but the words won’t come.

He really doesn’t remember her.

Oikawa tilts his head, a little confused as to why she still
hasn’t said anything when she suddenly shoots to a standing position. Swiftly
she removes the jacket, handing it back to him. “Thank you, Oikawa-san, but I
was just leaving. Have a good evening,” she says a bit rushed, hurrying away.

“Oi, dancer-chan!” he calls, easily catching up to and
standing in front of her. “I’m at a disadvantage here, you know my name but I
don’t know yours?”

Her eyes are on the ground, unwilling to meet his and he wonders
what he did to offend her. When she finally looks up, he flinches; her eyes are
so hard. “If my name didn’t matter to you then, why does it matter to you now?”

“Eh?”

“Never mind, I…I have to go.” She brushes past him, willing
her legs to go faster. Why did she think it was a good idea to bait him at the
party? Because she didn’t really think he’d do anything, that’s why. She just
wanted to frustrate him a little, but the fact that he stared at her the entire
time and now approached her yet again is doing uncomfortable things to her
heart. It was stupid, she’s not this person! She isn’t someone who toys with
other people! And why oh why does she even want
Oikawa? He’d be nothing but trouble, even more so now that it appears he
joined a gang or something.

“You barely know her, in fact, you don’t know her at all so why are you making such a big deal out of
this?” Iwaizumi yawns through his question, eyes closing as he lays on his bed,
phone to his ear. Even when separated by hundreds of miles, Oikawa somehow
finds ways to annoy him. Like calling at one in the morning to lament about how
a girl he has a crush on won’t even look at him, much less talk to him. “Looks
like you don’t always get what you
want, Trashy-kawa,” he adds with a snort.

“Shut up, Iwa-chan! You’re supposed to support me, not kick
me while I’m down!”

“Stop whining, you’re giving me a headache,” grumbles his
former ace.

Silence fills the line before Oikawa takes a deep breath.
“I…I don’t know why completely. And,” he adds quickly before Iwaizumi can shoot
another barb, “despite what you think it isn’t
because she’s playing hard to get. More like impossible to get but whatever,”
he mumbles making his best friend chuckle. “The point is,” he goes on with a
sigh, “I…I really want to get to know her but she won’t even give me a chance!”

“Oikawa, are you just pestering her? I mean, I know you
think you’re a bad ass now because you have ink and a piercing but you’re the
same alien obsessed, volleyball idiot you were in high school, the dressing’s
just different.”

“You know, sometimes I really wonder why I call you my best
friend,” Oikawa grumbles.

“I wonder that too, but the point still stands. Why the hell
did you do that shit in the first place anyway?”

Oikawa grits his teeth. How had the conversation shifted
from him getting advice (so embarrassing)
on how to get a girl to go on at least one date with him, to Iwa-chan
criticizing his choices? “Would you please stop acting like my freaking mother
and just help me out here?” he grunts.

“Fine, what have
you done?”

“I left her a couple notes, one at her job at the on-campus
bookstore and one at her dorm when I found out where she lives. You know, just,
“hey I’d like to get to know you, text me and we’ll make plans”. But she never
responds. I offer to walk to her to class but she says no. I even tried to join
a study group with her but she dropped out the next day. I just…I don’t know why
she hates me!”

Iwaizumi sits up, rubbing his eyes; there’s no way he’s getting
to sleep anytime soon. “Tooru,” he says and he can hear his friend sit up straighter,
“Have you considered the possibility that your advances, instead of being
welcomed, are putting her on edge? You said she’s changed since you first saw
her, what do you mean by that?”

“Um, well, the first time, like I told you, was at a party.
She was dancing and, just, wow Iwa-chan, she was so hot! Like, my jeans were tight enough as it is but then she started
moving those hips and-“

“TMI! Focus on the question, Shittykawa!”

“Sorry, sorry! Ok, so the second time and really every time
since then, she’s been very reserved. Like, she wears these adorably oversized
sweaters that flood past her knees with leggings and ankle boots and her hair
is always a little messy cause it’s so damn windy around here this time of
year. Oh! And she has this cute little pout when she’s really concentrating on
something and taps her pencil when she’s thinking and-“

“You realize you sound more or less like a stalker, right?”
Iwaizumi cuts in but his tone is gentler. He’s very aware now of just how much
this girl has managed to get under Oikawa’s skin. Part of him hopes something
does work out between the two of them simply so he could meet her one day and
shake her hand. A girl who got the indominable Oikawa Tooru to sound like a love-sick
puppy? This was one for the books. 

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whines, “was there a point to that
question?”

“Oh right. Well, maybe the reason she isn’t responding is
self-preservation.”

“What?! It’s not like I’m gonna hurt her or anything-“

“Oi! You and girls don’t have a good track record Oikawa!
You can whine about it all you want, but it’s still the truth! If she knows you
from high school, which it’s clear she does, your reputation is already set!
And it sounds like you should know her if she was that upset you didn’t
recognize her. Which is also not surprising since you always had your head
stuck on volleyball!” Iwaizumi takes in a breath, knowing his words are going to hurt his friend but he needs to hear them and it always seems to fall on his shoulders to tell him hard truths. “And look at you! You’re projecting this “bad boy” image
that is totally not who you are! But if she thinks it is, how could she not be
leery? She probably thinks you’re just toying with her! Or maybe someone placed a bet! Unfair as it is, Tooru, people do cast judgement based on appearances and past
behavior and both of yours are not doing you any favors.”

Oikawa inhales deeply, pain radiating through his chest. “Is…is
that what you really think of me, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi groans, flopping onto his back. “No, because I know your crazy ass too well. I’m
telling you all this from the perspective of someone who doesn’t know you. Just, shit,” he rolls to his side, unsure exactly
how to even help his friend, “if she doesn’t want to talk to you, maybe stop pushing
the issue? Give her some space to breathe.”

“I have! I don’t try this shit every day you know!”

“Then stop trying all together! Clearly it isn’t working so
why continue to torture yourself like this? And for what? A girl you don’t even
know?” Iwaizumi is at the end of his rope, tired of the circular formation of
this conversation.

Oikawa sits silent in the dark of his dorm, but he nods. “You’re
right, Iwa-chan. I…I just need to stop,” he finally agrees.

“Good. Ok, now, let me get some sleep asshole.”

Oikawa can’t help chuckling but before he says goodbye,
Iwaizumi adds, “And I really am sorry.”

It’s been weeks since she last heard from Oikawa, his
disappearance just as sudden as his appearance in her life. And though she
knows it’s the product of her own making, she can’t help feeling a bit
disappointed. Every time she believed she’d have the courage to reciprocate in
some fashion, she lost her nerve, resulting in cold shoulders and brusque push
offs of his advances. Really, she’s surprised he tried as many times as he did.

“I have no idea what’s wrong with you,” her roommate had
snapped one day after she witnessed her friend practically running away from
Oikawa,” he’s ridiculously hot and so into you, it’s a little sad. Why won’t
you go out with him?”

“I…it’s just, complicated, ok?”

“You’re just chicken shit. High school is already a lifetime
away!”

“Maybe for you but it’s still raw for me!”

Her outburst had ended the conversation never to be brought up
again.

And now here she is, the setting almost an exact copy of the
first time they’d seen each other. A party, a sorority one this time, that she’s
been drug to by overstressed and overtly horny friends looking for a cheap buzz
and a one-night stand. And there he
is, leaning against the wall, but now, instead of torn jeans and a t-shirt,
Oikawa’s sporting a button down with sleeves rolled to his elbows, black slacks
and shined shoes. The contrast of his “preppy” look coupled with the ink still
adorning his arm and the ring in his lip invariably makes him even more
attractive, a fact proven true by the swarm of girls around him. To his right,
she sees who she now knows to be his captain from the volleyball team, dressed
similarly but rougher around the edges, opting for dark wash denim jeans, tight
white t-shirt and a black button-down vest.

It really should be illegal to look so good.

“Ok everyone!” the house mother calls out. “Gather round, it’s
time to draw for…7 minutes in heaven!”

A resounding cheer from the girls goes up while the males
all smirk and chuckle, elbowing one another in gleeful anticipation.

Swallowing the remaining contents of her Solo cup, she tries
to head to the exit but her friend grabs her wrist. “Nope, you’re gonna get
something tonight, even if it’s just kissing.” Protests fall on deaf ears, her
hand shoved in the fish bowl drawing out a number.

“Alright, ladies and gents,” the house mother calls again
once the bowl is empty, “first up, number 12!”

Terushima pushes off from the wall, his movement pulling out
small appreciative gasps from the surrounding crowd of females and one of them,
a red head with cat-eye glasses, sashays up to him. He grins, taking her hand
and giving it a peck. “Shall we?” he asks gesturing to the hall closet. At her
eager nod, he pulls her in, winking at the spectators before slamming the door.

A faint moan is heard from inside followed by a ripple of
teasing taunts and catcalls being thrown at the door. Seven minutes pass and
the door is opened to reveal a thoroughly disheveled girl stumbling out while
Terushima looks smug. “Oh my god, that tongue ring,” she murmurs to her friends
who giggle.

“Next up, number 9!”

When Oikawa steps away from the wall, a collective squeal
erupts only to be dulled to disappointed murmurs when each girl realizes they aren’t
his partner. Looking around, Oikawa searches for the girl he’ll have to put up
with for…no way. And there, blushing so brightly she looks sunburned, is the
girl who’s plagued his mind, both conscious and unconscious.

Smirking, he grabs her hand. “Can’t run away now,
dancer-chan,” he whispers pulling her in and shutting the door.

Her breathing is rapid, breath fanning his chest and neck
and he can feel her shaking under his fingers. He’s not sure if it’s the dark,
the booze or both but Oikawa lets down his mask. “You don’t have to you know?
Or…I mean, you could just pretend I’m someone else, if that helps.”

Her eyes shoot to his face. His voice is so dejected she can’t
stop herself from whispering, “I…I don’t want it to be anyone else.”

That gets his
attention in a hurry. Grasping her shoulders, he murmurs, “What do you mean?”

“I…I want it to be you, Oikawa-san.”

“Time’s running out, are you still alive?” a muffled voice
calls but Oikawa ignores it. Ignores everything except the girl in front of
him.

“Explain to me one thing then, dancer-chan,” he says,
fingers toying with her hair, “if that’s true…why have you been avoiding me
this whole time?”

He can feel her trembling, the cords in her neck
constricting as she swallows nerves and steels herself. “I was…am…afraid of
letting myself really believe you wanted me. I mean, in high school-“

“Yeah,” he interjects, leaning his forearm above her head,
face inches from hers. She can feel his breath upon her face, minty of course
because Oikawa Tooru is always prepared, “what was that whole deal the second
time I saw you?”

Her eyes close despite the darkness still hiding her face. “I
tried to…to confess to you in high school. It was your third year, just before
the tournament.” She feels him flinch, memories of that loss still obviously
raw. She presses on quickly, “I brought you a bento box and some cookies and
left them in your locker with a note. But…you never responded, not even to tell
me no. I waited for you by the school gates like a fool and you never came.”

Oikawa stares hard at her face, his eyes having finally
adjusted to the dark. He has no recollection of her at all other than a visage
in a sea of faces continually vying for his attention. After a while it’s
difficult to determine one from another. But he remembers those presents.

“There was no note, dancer-chan. And even with as busy as I
was, I would not have just left you there. I may have a reputation for being an
asshole but I wouldn’t have done something so cruel,” he says lowly in her ear.

“Wha…what? I was sure…I know I put the note with it!”

He shrugs. “That may be true. Maybe it fell somewhere in my
locker or out of it when I picked up the gift. I remember it, clearly. I remember
looking around for someone watching me receive it but there was no one so I
just took it to be from a secret admirer or one of my fans and moved on.” He
touches her cheek gently, “Will you let me thank you for it now?”

Unable to find her voice, she nods. It’s all the opening Oikawa
needs, swooping down to seal his lips over hers, the taste of cherry coke and bad
vodka lingering. He licks into her mouth, her own flavor much, much sweeter making
him moan rather loudly. Her fingers clutch his shirt, knees going weak under
the ministrations of his tongue and the feel of his lip ring grazing her
sensitive flesh prompting Oikawa to draw his arm around her, pulling her to his
chest.

“Tell me your name,” he rasps.

“________,” she whimpers, lost in the feel of his touch
against the soft skin on her back.

Before time’s up, he hoists her around his waist, throwing
open the door to the shock and awe of those waiting for their turn. Locking
eyes with Terushima, Oikawa asks, “Guest room?”

His captain grins widely. “Up the stairs, turn right, third
door on the left.”

Ignoring everyone and everything around him, Oikawa surges
up the stairs.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

His eyes shift to hers, gleaming with a predatory glow. “What
I plan on doing to you will take much, much
longer than seven minutes.”

I know Terushima is a
year behind Oikawa but since this is AU anyway we’ll just pretend they were in
the same grade since I find the idea of Terushima as Oikawa’s captain
hilarious.

Takao – Bad Boy Bet

So, this ended up LONG
because I really wanted to play up the seduction part. I’m actually pretty
proud of this one so I hope you like it. Requester asked to remain anon so I’m posting this separate from the ask. 

“You know, you’re pretty
cute.” Takao could see his proclamation flustered as much as irritated his
intended target, the wallflower he’d been eyeing since orientation. She was
just so frickin’ adorable when she blushed, her whole face turning a lovely
shade of pink.

“Who asked you anyway?”
she shot back, voice muffled by the cup she drank bad beer from.

“No one, but then again,
I give my opinion for free, it’s part of my charm,” he asserted, wiggling his
eyebrows. He fought down a blush of his own as she eyed him up and down.

“Charm? You call this,”
she waved her hand back and forth in an obscure manner over his jean and
leather jacket clad body, “charm? More like a sad attempt at delinquency. I can
see right through your act. You’re all talk.”

Snickers behind him drew
out Takao’s own red pigment. “Hey, I’m just trying to start a friendly
conversation,” he remarked, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Liar,” she quipped
back, taking another drink.

Takao paused, mouth open
and finger up in the air to refute but then dropped his shoulders, a slight
huff of laughter blowing out of his lips. “Alright, you caught me,” he confessed,
eyes regaining their mirthful glow. He leaned forward, crowding her further
against the wall. She could feel her pulse racing at his proximity but held his
gaze. “But I’m not the only one lying here.”

“Oh? And what, pray
tell, am I lying about?”

“The fact that you find
me attractive,” he retorted quickly. “In fact, I’m willing to bet that before
the end of the semester, not only will you succumb to my charms,” he leaned all
the way forward, chest pressing against hers and breath fanning the sensitive
flesh of her neck, “You’ll be cumming for me.”

“Not in your wildest
dreams, asshole,” she hissed pushing past him.

Watching her walk away, Midorima
asked, “So that’s the one you were talking about?”

“Yep, that’s her,” Takao
sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re wasting your
time. Clearly, she’s out of your league,” commented his green haired companion.

“Shin-chan, you wound
me!” exclaimed Takao. Then his eyes narrowed again, lips playing up into a
smirk. “Besides, the chase is half the fun.”

A week later found her
in the library, head buried in a book, jotting down notes to be revised later.

“Find anything
interesting?”

The voice near her ear almost
made her shout in surprise, but fear of retribution from the troll of a
librarian kept her mostly mum. Her eyes shot to Takao’s face. “What the hell do
you want?”

“Hello to you too,
______-chan. Are you always this pleasant, or am I just lucky?”

“I don’t have time for
your games, Takao-kun, kindly leave me be,” she grumbled.

Hands on her shoulders
made her jump, but a moment later she was holding back a moan of appreciation
as Takao kneaded the stiff sinew of overstressed muscles. “So tight,
______-chan,” he whispered in her ear, breath tickling the baby hairs of her
neck making her shiver despite herself. “You really need to learn to relax
every once in a while.” He pressed harder, fingers working magic. “You know, I
can do a much more thorough job of
relaxing you if you come back to my place,” he offered lowly, tone full of
salacious intent.

That snapped her back to
herself. Standing quickly, she shoved books into her bag, pausing only to
harshly whisper, “Touch me again and I’ll break your knuckles punk.”

Watching as she hurried
away, Takao collapsed into the chair left vacant by her exit with a sigh. “At
least she acknowledges I’m a punk,” he snorted.

“I really
should have earned a few brownie points up front,” he began without preamble as
he sat across from her in the formerly quiet corner of the campus café a few
days later. For irony’s sake, he brought a brownie, setting it down and pushing
it towards her. Starved because of an oversight regarding time for breakfast,
she shoved a piece of it in her mouth, washing down the bite with luke-warm
coffee. “I mean, I did give you a heads up,” he continued when she didn’t reply
to his opening line.

Sighing, she slammed her
book closed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He shrugged. “Well, you
know, usually in situations like this one, the girl is unsuspecting of the bet
because it’s made between two dudes. And then she’s all, “he likes me, he
really cares” blah, blah, blah, when really all he wants is to get in her
pants.” He met her eyes. “At least with me you know my end game exactly. I want
to screw you. And I’m damn good at it too, so why continue this game of cat and
mouse?”

Closing her eyes, she
took a deep breath before opening them once more. Her finger crooked in a
motion to come closer surprised him but Takao wasn’t about to let even the
littlest chance of wearing her down pass him by. Complying, he leaned further
over the table, their faces inches from one another’s. From this distance, he
could see the nuances of freckles on her face and was gratified to see
something akin to amusement in her eyes where previously there’d only been
hostility and annoyance. Reaching forward, she touched his cheek gently, mouth
parting to say, “Takao, I can assure you, if you were so blessed as to have me
in your bed, you would be the one falling for me.”

Her assertion made his
pulse race, a thick knot in his throat appearing that he swallowed
involuntarily; neither were missed by her. “But since that’s never going to
happen,” she continued, taking the rest of the brownie before standing up, “I
guess you’re safe from having your heart broken.”

Takao leaned back in his
chair, heart thundering against his ribcage. Her confidence elevated her from a
cute, quick screw to a fucking sexy piece of sweet ass he couldn’t wait to tear
into.

Another week passed by,
Takao practically driving Midorima up the wall with his endless chatter about
how he had to have _______, his plans of how to obtain the object of his now
obsession becoming more and more ridiculous.

“You could always try
being a gentleman,” offered his roommate.

“Heh? Me?”

Midorima looked at him
again. “You’re right, that’s too much to ask for. Seriously Takao, you should give
up, this has moved from slightly amusing to sadly pathetic.”

“It would only be
pathetic if what she said is true and it’s not. I haven’t fallen for her. No,
this isn’t pathetic, it’s persistent. I’m not going to lose.”

“Well, all is fair in
love and war and you’ve definitely chosen quite the opponent in _______-san,”
Midorima confirmed before walking out the door, leaving Takao to his own
devices.

Takao flopped down on
his bed, a frustrated sigh exiting his lips. What could he do? He knew over all
he was a cocky bastard (pun intended and Izuki would be proud he thought with a
smirk) but he’d also been told he was good in bed. He wasn’t selfish, he
actually really enjoyed giving pleasure as much as getting it. It was an odd
point of pride for him, since with most other things (other than basketball) he
was mediocre. Rolling over he grabbed his phone, its blue light illuminating
his face as he scrolled through his list of contacts. He’d coerced her number
out of a mousy freshman, one of the girls in ________’s study group.

Like he said, he knew he
was a bastard.

In her room, _________
sat exhausted with glazed eyes staring at her project. The words just weren’t
coming and she’d lost focus long ago. Yawning, she stood with the intention of
taking a shower, hoping a mundane task would help get her creativity flowing
again when the chime of her cell phone drew her attention back to the desk.

Against her home screen
were the words: What’re you doing?

Since the number was unknown
she thought perhaps she’d been texted in error but amended that consideration
when another text followed quickly after: This
is Takao btw

Groaning, she unlocked
the screen sending back: How did you get my number?

I have my ways.

Underhanded no doubt. It’s rude to gain people’s
private numbers without their permission. I have no desire to talk to you.

This isn’t talking, it’s texting, way
different.

Despite her best effort
not to, she snorted.

I know you just laughed, I can sense it. So,
now that we’re on a bit friendlier terms, I’ll ask again. What’re you doing?

Sighing she fell back
against the mattress of her bed. She was looking for a distraction any way and
what could be the harm in texting with Takao for a bit? As much as she didn’t
like him, he could be entertaining. A sly grin tilted her lips; she could tease
him a bit this way. Much as she didn’t want to encourage him to hope, getting
him riled up and then leaving him horny and frustrated did sound like fun.

Was just about to take a shower

There was a pause in his
reply making her giggle. He really was such a horn dog it was easy to press his
buttons. A moment later, three dots appeared followed by: Are you naked yet?

She rolled her eyes,
sending back: No, I was rudely interrupted

Back in his dorm, Takao
considered his options. This was the most he’d gotten to her to “talk” to him
since he started this whole thing. Difficult as it was to interpret tone
through text, he had the impression she was feeling playful and he could use
that to his advantage. It wasn’t his preferred method of seduction but it would
have to do.

I have a proposition for you

Another one?

Funny, but I’m serious

You? Serious? This must be good. What is it?

Ok, but you have to be 100% honest, no cheating,
understand?

I can’t understand unless you tell me

Fair enough. Anyway, my proposition is this:
if, right now, during our conversation I’m able to turn you on at all you have to let me have you.

Her thumb faltered in
reply, eyes widening at his brazen offer. He wanted…to sext with her? This was…dangerous.
She’d already been feeling the need for pressure release, her own hand doing a
good enough job but there was nothing compared to the feel of a body pressed
against her, hands roaming her curves, lips kissing her-

Shit, she was turning herself
on just thinking about having sex. And the longer she considered the fantasy
randomly started in her head, the more the nameless, faceless male morphed into…Takao.

“Damn it,” she hissed
tossing her phone away. This was too risky, not to mention risqué. She’d
promised herself never to write down something which could be used against her
later and sexting with Takao of all people was out of the question. Her eyes
darted back to the phone. Should she admit that she was already turned on? That
she could feel the burn of longing between her thighs and he hadn’t even said anything
remotely dirty? Only suggestive?

Was he really that good?

Shaking her head, she
decided on another avenue and picked up the phone once more.

The sound of his ring
tone made Takao startle, his eyes widening when he saw just who it was calling.

“Well hello there,” he
cooed over the line.

“Hey,” came her surprisingly
short reply. Normally she’d be laying into him so he already felt he was
gaining ground with her. Before he could ask the reason of her call she went
on, “I’m not willing to sext but…I’ll agree to your terms if you do it this
way.”

“This way being…phone
sex?”

“Technically it’s phone
attempt at seduction. So, are you game or not?”

He grinned. “Oh baby, I’m
game. I’m so game, I’m hard just hearing your voice.” If she was affected by
him, she hid it well. Silence continued so he went on, “Alright, usually with
phone sex there’s a give and take but I’ve got a dirty enough mind and mouth
for the both of us. Just lay there and enjoy. But remember,” he paused taking a
deep breath, “if you get turned on, you have to tell me.”

“If I have to tell you,
then really how good are you?” she teased back.

“Oh, this is already
going well. Shall we get started?”

“Make your best move,
Takao-kun.”

Takao took a deep
breath. “First, I’m gonna take off your shirt. Nice and slow, the material tickling
lightly over your skin waking up your nerve endings. They want me to touch
them, to caress them.”

Across the campus her
shirt did come off, the coolness of the room hardening her exposed nipples.

“Next I’d take off your
bra, tossing it to the floor, leaving your breasts exposed to my touch. I’d
palm them, molding and massaging, tweaking your nipples sending sensation
pooling to your cunt.”

She couldn’t stop a
breathy moan from escaping her lips and he smirked. Got her, hook, line and
sinker in the first two minutes, that had to be a new record. “I can hear you
like that, baby,” he confirmed. “How would you like my lips on your nipple?
Sucking, teeth nipping, my hand caressing and grasping the other?”

Lost to the sensation of
her own hand she whimpered, “Ye…yes.”

Takao stood quickly, the
fire in his blood making a jacket unnecessary. He walked briskly down the
stairs, but quietly so as not to bring her to suspicion. “When I’m done with
your breasts, I move down, kissing your stomach, licking your navel, tasting
every bit of skin that I can. You arch into my touch with want, only I can give
you what you need.” He could hear her breathing increase. “Are you touching yourself,
_________?”

“Yes,” she moaned and he
had to pause to adjust himself.  

“Such a bad girl,” he
growled, racing across the campus, which was an interesting feat considering
the firmness of his dick. He paused in the stairwell of her dorm, voice low and
husky. “Imagine your fingers are my tongue. I’m licking you just the way you
like, making you squirm, your hips canting up with each lap. I’ll bet you can
just see me, smiling up from between your legs, bringing you to nirvana.”

“Oh god, Takao,” she whispered,
the sound her sex audible through the line; she must have put him on speaker so
both her hands could be free.

“You want me, don’t you
_________? You want my tongue on your cunt, my skilled hands touching your flesh.
Tell me! Tell me you want me!”

“I want you Takao,” she
cried and he could hear her through her door where he stood outside her room.

“Open the door, baby, I’m
here.”

She rushed to the door,
flinging it open. Takao took in the sight of her, hair mussed from moving her
head back and forth across her pillow, fingers slightly sticky with the drying
juices of her core. Her eyes were wide, irises blown black with lust and
longing. He wasted no time and slammed the door behind him, tearing off his
shirt and shucking his jeans in under fifteen seconds. When his cock sprung
free he groaned in relief.

His hands clenched the
waistband of her shorts, yanking them off before he shoved her on the bed.
Without pause he drove between her legs, tongue licking from base to clit.

“Takao!” she shouted,
fingers clenching his hair roughly. He didn’t stop, rolling his tongue over her
clit mercilessly, driving her desire, making her soaked. He needed her ready
and loose so he pushed two fingers in, scissoring to stretch for his entrance. Her
hips rolled up, back arching severely under the power of his manipulation. “Takao….Takao…please.”

He moaned appreciation
against her lips, pulling away and wiping the slick of her core from his mouth.
Shooting up her body, he latched onto a pert nipple sucking hard. She squealed,
body writhing beneath him. He covered her mouth with his in a deep, long kiss
before whispering against them, “I’m going to fuck you now,” then he thrust his
cock deep into her warmth.

“Kaz…unari,” she
whimpered and he nearly came right there.

“That’s right, say my
name, baby, say it!”

“Kazunari!”

Her voice was loud and
wanton, the feel of her skin divine. Takao reveled in the sensation of her nails
dragging trenches in the flesh of his back. He thrust forward again then pulled
away, back and forth in a bruising pace against her. The bed squeaked as the headboard
smacked violently against the wall, the smell of sex filling his nostrils. Takao
was so turned on, so needful of release that it hurt. Reaching down, he
swiveled his fingers against her clit.

“Oh god, yes!” she
shouted, pulling him closer.

“That’s it baby, come
you wanna cum? You wanna cum for me?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Then do it, cum hard!”

A keening wail exited
her mouth, body tensing, her inner walls squeezing his dick. “Fucking hell,” he
spat, pulling out just before he exploded. Much as he loathed to leave the
confines of her sex, he didn’t want to risk any accidents happening. His
breathing labored, sweat glistening on his brow as he grabbed a nearby towel
and wiped up the mess on her thighs.

She rolled over, sated,
and fell asleep. Looking at her in such a peaceful state, Takao felt a warmth emanate
from his chest outward. And when he realized what it was he cursed. “Damn it,
she was right.” But he would deal with that another time. For now, all he
wanted was to snuggle to her back and sleep.

So that’s exactly what
he did.

Omg Jade, i’m so excited about your AU events! Hopefully your writings could make everyone satisfied like always❤ how about Badboy! Aomine has love hate relationship with nerd girl (reader) she couldn’t stand with his bullies anymore so she starts to change her appearance(she has his ideal body type) and he’s ask her out? Maybe NSFW because of the sexual tensiom between them.. thanks

A/N: So, after I
finished this, I realized the only factors I kept of your ask were Aomine as a
bad boy and the girl as a nerd. I focused more on her irritation with him and
his personality than with him bullying her though he is tactless (as we all
know). Also, because you specified “nerd girl” I do have some common tropes
here purely for the sake of description. Anyone can be a nerd but without
actual physical pictures, I have to rely on my word choices to paint it.

“And _____-san with Aomine-san,” sensei announces. The
female of the equation groans quietly, head smacking against her desk. Glancing
around she’s unsurprised to see the notorious bad boy of Too absent…again. Why
oh why does sensei hate her so? It’s bad enough to have to work on a paired
project but with Aomine Daiki? The most narcissistic and lazy asshole she’s
ever met?

The fact that he’s ridiculously gorgeous doesn’t help
matters either.

After class ends, she’s fortunate enough to come across his
pink haired keeper. “Ah, Momoi-san,” she calls garnering her attention.

She smiles brightly, waving. “Hello, ______-san, how are
you?”

“Eh, could be better,” she confesses shaking her head. The
pink haired girl tilts hers with curiosity to the reply but she ignores delving
further into her personal problems by getting straight to the point. “Do you
know where Aomine-san is?”

Momoi’s pink eyes widen before a devious smile curls up her
lips. “He’s probably on the roof. I know his favorite spot; do you want me to
take you to him?”

“That would be great, I don’t have a lot of time.”

The two walk briskly to the stairs heading up. By the time they’ve
reach the top, Momoi’s companion is breathing a bit heavier, the weight of her
backpack making her wish she’d had the foresight to leave it behind.

“Dai-san!” Momoi calls, voice shrill to impart maximum
annoyance to her friend.  

“What do you want Satsuki?” Aomine grumbles, blue hair
visible near the edge of the platform upon which he lays.

“_______-san needs to see you! Be nice!” she shouts then
winks before leaving.

Time passes but Aomine has no intention of getting up. If
she wants to talk to him, she can come up here. His arm lays across his eyes to
block the blaring rays of sun but he jolts up at the feel of a shoe kicking the
bottom of his own. He hadn’t even heard her climb the ladder.

“What the hell,” he snaps, eyes opening to look up.

Above him stands who he’s dubbed the “nerd girl”.  She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her
nose in a manner reminiscent to Midorima. “I could ask you the same thing,” she
snaps, eyes hidden behind the glare of her shields. “It’s impolite to keep a
lady waiting.

“Yeah, well, if you see one around let me know and I’ll make
sure to jump right up,” he retorts, satisfied to see a faint blush of what he
can only assume is anger flooding her cheeks. It makes her almost look human.

“You’re an ass,” she asserts. Setting down her bag, she
unzips it and hands him a paper.

“What’s this?” he asks blinking.

“Our paired assignment that we are unfortunately required to
collaborate on. It’s 25% of our grade Aomine-san, so I would appreciate it if
you don’t dawdle in doing your part.”

The basketball punk scans over the text before scoffing, “What
is this shit anyway? Tch, I don’t have time to worry about this right now.” He
stands, holding out the paper which she refuses to take.

“I’m not doing your work for you, Aomine-san,” she says
firmly standing as well, the difference in their height making her swallow her nerves.
She’s not exactly afraid of the looming
male but he definitely has an aura about him that makes her apprehensive.

And she hates herself for noticing the tone of his muscles;
she hates it even more that he doesn’t miss that she’s staring.

“Heh, why don’t we compromise, hmmm?” He takes a step
forward but she refuses to retreat so now his chest is almost touching her
decidedly large one. “You handle the assignment,” he murmurs, hand reaching out
to play with some loose strands of her hair. “And I’ll handle you.”

Heat floods her face at his insinuation followed by
righteous anger. Her hand moves before she can think, smacking him across the
face. “You’re a pig,” she hisses, gathering her bag and storming down the
ladder. She leaves with a parting, “Meet me at the library at 5:00, we’ll go
over the details then,” thrown over her shoulder before the roof door slams
shut. Behind she leaves Aomine fuming.

He’s never backed down or lost a challenge before and he isn’t
about to start now.  “The only one who
can beat me, is me,” Aomine mumbles, gathering his belongings.

That evening, she takes a seat in one of the study rooms and
waits. And waits. And waits. Of course, the jerk would be late. When an hour
past their meeting time goes by, a deep boiling anger bubbles up. She isn’t
this person, isn’t one to go off and strike someone, to want to yell and scream
at them but Aomine Daiki is decidedly good at getting her dander up. She
loathes the injustice that someone so pertinacious and self-centered
practically has the world at his feet just through sheer arrogance and
entitlement.

And to top it all off, she knows he’s in a gang, a delinquent
through and through and yet everyone, including teachers, fall to his feet like
he’s some sort of god!

All because he’s good at basketball.

Ok, so maybe he’s better than good, maybe he is the best,
but still, there are more things to life! More things that make people great, make
them valuable and important!

Finally, she’s done waiting, grabbing up her bag and huffing
out the doors making a beeline for the gym. It’s unlikely he’s even there given
his penchant for skipping practice almost as much as he does class but she has
to try. She has to get him to realize she’s not a push over and she’s not a
patsy.

Entering, she sees who she knows to be captain and coach of
the basketball team talking quietly. The squeak of her shoes against the floor announces
her presence and both males turn to look in her direction. “Ah, excuse me,
Imayoshi-senpai?” she calls.

His smile makes her shiver a little. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“I…I’m sorry to bother you but, have you seen Aomine-san? We
were supposed to meet at the library and-“

“Ah, so you’re the
reason Aomine-kun was all hot under the collar today,” he asserts making her
blink in confusion. Coach murmurs something about grading papers, leaving the
basketball player and flustered student to their own devices. Before she can
ask him to explain Imayoshi goes on, “Please allow me to apologize for the
inconvenience. You see, it’s my fault Aomine-kun just now finished. Course, now
I understand why he didn’t complain as much as he usually does. What a naughty
boy, am I right?”

Deep crimson overtakes her complexion, hands gripping the
strap of her bag tighter. Why is she interpreting his commentary so…lewdly?

Imayoshi, ever observant, is tempted to continue this line
of teasing simply for the pleasure of watching her squirm but he’s tired and
besides; it’s clear this one isn’t interested in him anyway. Shame, she’d be
fun to break. Shrugging on his own bag, Imayoshi points towards the locker
room. “He’s in there,” then promptly exits the gym, leaving her to decide
whether to continue waiting.

Taking a seat on the bench, she goes over her notes, mind
wandering between what she’s doing and what’s taking Aomine so long. Undoubtedly,
he’s done this on purpose, exerting himself as dominant and not one to cater to
the beck and call of others, but he’s never tangoed with someone like her
before.

“Yo,” his deep voice rumbles jarring her out of her
thoughts. Looking up, she swallows the extra saliva that has suddenly appeared thanks
to the sight of him shirtless, tribal markings dancing on his broad chest and
over sculpted shoulders. A distinct heat erupts between her legs when she
notices his nipples are pierced. How the hell does he play basketball with
those?

“Oh, these? I take them out of course,” he comments
revealing she voiced the question out
loud.

Mortified, she covers her face, a deep groan pulling from
her lips. His presence before her on his knees, face level with hers, makes her
squeak. “You’d better be careful, _______-san, I just may get the wrong
impression if you keep making noises like that.”

Her bosom heaves drawing his eyes downward, his blatant
staring making her entire body hum with apprehension. Raising his eyes to hers
once more he smirks, leaning forward. Heat radiates off his flesh, their
proximity drawing beads of sweat to her brow.

“You know, maybe what you need isn’t a project partner so
much as a…fuck partner?” he murmurs, lips millimeters from hers.

“You’re a pig,” she whispers.

“So you’ve already mentioned. And you’re a bitch, what of
it?” he replies.

“I don’t like you,” she remarks.

“Tch, you think I like you? Hardly. Though despite your
glasses and always wearing cardigans even when it’s fucking hot outside, you’re
certainly alluring,” he admits, trailing a heated gaze over her curves.

“This…this can’t…this isn’t
happening,” she asserts, willing her brain to work better than her hormones.

“Oh, I beg to differ princess,” he purrs, “I can see you
want me, why continue to deny it? Take the offer, it’s not everyone I’m willing
to give all this to.”

She narrows her eyes. “And here I thought I’d figured out
how you got ahead in life, Aomine-san.”

“What’d you mean?”

She shrugs, glad to feel a bit of her senses (other than the
horny ones) returning. “I was racking my brain trying to figure out how you
could possibly still be in school and on the team even though you do nothing
contributory to either. Well, at least in school. I know in basketball you’re second
to none, though I have heard rumors of a certain red head at Seirin that
supposedly can give you a run for your money.” She shrugs again, tapping him on
the nose. “I just assumed you were a man whore, slutting it up to whomever you
needed. How else would you still be passing your classes?”

“You, self-righteous bitch,” he snaps.

Eyes gleaming behind her glasses, she pushes against his chest,
denial clear. Aomine may be a bastard, but he’d never truly force himself on
her. He gets up, eyes full of fire.

“I believe that’s round one to me, Daiki-kun,” she purrs
sashaying her hips as she exits. Turning around, she’s gratified to see evidence of a distinctly firm problem below his waist line. “Tomorrow, after school,
5PM, library. Be there.”

When she’s gone, Aomine grabs his basketball and slam dunks
it hard enough to shake the rafters. This kitten doesn’t know who she’s dealing
with and Aomine is dead set on turning her hisses into mewls.

A/N: I originally intended
to end this NSFW but the progression changed as I went and I really like how
things ended here with the bad boy being put in his place. I hope you still
enjoyed it!

Imayoshi- The Danger of Assumption

A/N: Warning for violence and harsh language. Requester asked to be left in anon, so I’m posting this separate from the ask. Thank you for sending it in, I hope you like it!

He really should have
known it was only a matter of time before something of this nature occurred.
Imayoshi has been in the game of coercion and manipulation since he was young,
his skills initially applied to basketball and getting under his opponents’
skin.

Only now, the game is deadlier,
the stakes higher and he doesn’t take kindly to having the tables turned on
him.

“Where is she?” he asks,
tone genial, a smile on his face which sit inches from his captive.

“Fuck you,” hisses
Hanamiya, spit marring the clear lenses of Imayoshi’s glasses.

“Such an ungrateful
student,” murmurs Imayoshi removing the offended frames and cleaning the glass
with a cloth. Placing them upon his face, he looks at his former subordinate before
smacking him hard across the face. It’s more demeaning and Hanamiya knows it. “Really,
Makoto, I expected better of you.” Hanamiya’s grey eyes follow him as he paces,
Imayoshi idly flipping open then closed his beloved switchblade, a gift from ______
for Christmas.

“Like you’re one to
talk,” spats the bound man tugging on his restraints which only adds to the
burns on his wrists. “I know what you bastards did! And you swore, you fucking swore on your life that she’d remain
safe but you lied and because of you she’s dead!”

Imayoshi rears back,
hand slicing through the air like a whip connecting hard enough with Hanamiya’s
head for him to hear bells. “And this is what you get for making assumptions,”
whispers Imayoshi, drawing his face back to his own. Blood trails down his
temple, teeth gritting till he’s sure they’re about to break. “It wasn’t Too,
who killed your mother.”

Hanamiya’s eyes widen a
bit. “Who did?” Imayoshi smiles. “Fuck, tell me who did!”

“Shall we say,” Imayoshi
goes on, tapping his chin before meeting his eyes to Hanamiya’s, “a little “misdirection”,
was employed?”

Hanamiya can’t believe
what he’s hearing. There’s no way… “Seirin? Seirin?!!”

Imayoshi shrugs. “Guess
they aren’t as squeaky clean as everyone believes them to be, though if you
ask me-“

“Which I didn’t-“

“I think,” Imayoshi
continues right along, “it wasn’t intentional. Collateral damage seems most
likely, though still, the way her body was left-“

“Shut up!” Hanamiya
shouts, tears held fast in his eyes.

Silence descends in the concreate
room save only for Hanamiya’s heavy breathing. He fucked up, fucked badly. Not only did he take the wrong
person, he’s earned the ire, no, the retribution of his former leader which can
only lead to more problems.

“Your continued
existence in this world relies fully on your answer to my next question,”
Imayoshi says. Hanamiya looks up, already knowing what he’s going to ask. “Is
______ alive?”

At his nod, Imayoshi
feels his chest release, tension flowing out of him but he remains calm, cool
and collected. “You’ve made a dire error here, Makoto, one that will not be overlooked
or dealt with lightly.” Trailing around Hanamiya, he slices through the rope
with his knife, keeping it trained on him though he knows better than any
Hanamiya won’t try anything now. “I’ll decide the currency of your debt another
time, for now, kindly take me to ______. And if she’s been harmed-“

“She’s fine,” Hanamiya
interrupts.

“I’ll be the judge of
that,” Imayoshi assures.

Wakamatsu drives them to
Kirisaki Daīchi’s hideout, dragging Hanamiya by the collar to the door where he
knocks for entry. When they walk in, he orders Imayoshi’s girlfriend to be
brought to them. The hurried click of high heeled shoes is heard echoing on
metal stairs as she descends, flying into Imayoshi’s arms.

He pulls back, eyes
quickly scanning her and when he finds that she’s fine, at least physically, he
breathes a sigh of relief. “Let’s go home,” he affirms and she nods eagerly.

Looking over his shoulder
he comments to Hanamiya,” I’ll be in touch, Makoto. For now, your first orders
are: no retaliation to Seirin.”

“You son of-“

“You’re gonna earn the
right first,” Imayoshi insists. “For now, count your blessings that I don’t
level this piece of shit with you in it.”

He walks out with
_______under his arm, her shaking body all the evidence he needs to know
Kirisaki Daichi’s debt will take a long time to pay.

Hinata Shouyou – First Time

haiykuties:

This came out slightly more…serious(?) than I previously intended? I guess more like realistic and somewhat sweet? Either way, it’s my first time writing Hinata in an intimate scene so I hope you all enjoy. It was formed from the anon who mentioned imagining riding Kags or Hinata and their faces are red because it’s their first time. – Admin Jade

A low but loud moan penetrated the semi-darkness of Hinata’s dorm room, his cheeks flaming almost as bright as his hair when he released the sound had come from him. His hands clenched her hips tightly, sweat breaking out upon his brow as he squeezed his eyes shut. This was so embarrassing! He was completely overwhelmed by everything happening; the sights, the sounds, the smells! He’d looked forward to this moment for so long but now that it was happening he couldn’t get out of his own head.

Was he doing a good job? Did she feel even as close to good as he felt? He’d barely managed to get through the foreplay he was so nervous. Touching her had been like a dream, his eyes glazing over as more and more of her skin was revealed. His hands shook, breath catching in his excitement to be with someone so intimately.

And not just anyone, it was with her. The girl, a year ahead of him, that he’d crushed on all through high school, who he’d never believed he had a chance to go on a coffee date with let alone be taking back to his bed!

A moan, this time feminine in cadence, pierced his ears and he shuddered to a stop. Maybe he was thrusting too hard?  But he couldn’t ask! He couldn’t make it that much more obvious that this was his first time.

Another groan, a bit softer this time, spilled from his lips as she clenched around him, the way she controlled her body showing her superior expertise in this area of life. He wanted to give her everything but he was frozen, so lost in his own head with doubt that he could feel himself literally deflating.

“No, no, no, no! Not this, anything but this! I’d rather cum too soon that lose my hard on! What if she gets mad? What if I offend her and she never wants to talk to or see me again?”

“Shouyou?” Her voice, her sweet lovely voice called him out of the darkness of his mind but he still couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye. A touch to his cheek made him flinch and in turn her eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Hey,” she said softly, stroking his skin, “look at me.”

He shook his head but she insisted, “Hinata Shouyou, please, look at me.”

Slowly he broke the seal of his lids, her beautiful visage coming into view. She looked a vision above him, hair slightly mussed from him running his fingers through it, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink, more likely from her physical exertion than embarrassment. Unlike him, who was as bright as a tomato.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

“I…I’m sorry, I just….it’s just…” he couldn’t get the words out, emotion flooding his chest and pressing down like a weight.

Quickly she climbed off him and he missed the feel of her instantly, feared she was going to either laugh at him or leave or both. But she didn’t, no, of course not, she was too kind, too good to be so cruel.

“It’s ok, hey, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry if I pressured you-“

“You didn’t!” he shouted, body flying up to grab her shoulders.

“Ok, then…” she trailed off waiting for him to explain, tone holding subtle amusement at his volatile reaction. 

“I just, I don’t know what I’m doing!” he spouted quickly, covering his face.

Her hands covered his own, dragging them down to his lap. Leaning forward, she kissed him, slow, long and deep, running her hands through his soft hair pulling another moan from his throat. “I like your sounds, Shouyou,” she confessed when they parted, “you sound so much sexier than you think. It’s a big turn on for me to know I make you feel so good.”

She guided his hands to her chest, showing him how to grasp each breast. “I don’t mind guiding you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone has a first time and I’m honored you’re giving me yours.” She moaned as he tweaked her nipples, the sound sending blood and firmness rushing back to his crotch.

Turning she lay back on the bed, signaling him to get on top. “Let’s try it this way,” she offered, a gentle smile on her face. “What do you want to do?”

“I…I want to make you feel good, that’s all I want,” he confessed quietly.

She nodded, guiding his hand between her legs to press his fingers against her clit. Canting her head back against the pillow she panted, “Touch me like that, just soft and slow at first, I’ll tell you when to increase the pressure, ok?”

He nodded, concentrating on the way she moved her hand over his before removing it to allow him to take over. Hinata watched her face, mesmerized by the sight of her, mouth open in an “o” shape, breath puffing out the longer he pleasured her.

“A bit…harder…Shouyou.” He obeyed, increasing the press of his fingers, swirling a bit harder, more confidently. “That’s it, just like that,” she praised and he couldn’t stand to not kiss her. He tilted her chin down, lips caressing hers firmly but slow, his tongue coming out on its own accord to dance with hers. “Please, Shouyou, I want to feel you in me again,” she begged and he moaned against the flesh of her neck.

He removed his hand to place both on either side of her head, guiding his newly harden erection back into her welcoming heat drawing almost a purr from her lips. “Yes, Shouyou, yes, thrust, go as hard as you want. I don’t care if you cum quickly, it’s ok, I want you to feel good too.”

His eyes almost rolled back in his head at the first snap of his hips. This…this felt different. He felt different. More confident, more assured thanks to her encouragement and trust. Another firm thrust and she cried out, surprised but he could see she was pleased so he did it again. And again. And again.

“One more, one more, one more!” he repeated in his head, eyes closing but this time in concentration of holding back his release, of focusing on giving her what they both wanted.

“Shouyou,” she whined. He opened his eyes to meet her gaze and knew then and there he was in love with her. It wasn’t just because of what they were doing, no, it was because of everything she’d proven herself to be over the course of their relationship, because of everything leading to this moment.

“I love you,” he blurted out and paused, horrified that she’d think it was just because of this.

But she didn’t even hesistate, returning, “I love you too, Shouyou.”

Her admission brought a flood of warmth and comfort to his whole body, radiating he was sure from the very depths of his soul. He surged forward, driving into her, making her sigh and grasp his shoulders tightly. Reaching down he touched her again. It was a bit more awkward with their bodies so close together but he didn’t care, he wanted to make her cum, to make her body flood with pleasure.

“Oh…oh Shouyou, yes, right…right there! Oh god, right there!” Her voice gained volume, cries pouring faster and louder than before and once again he was entranced by her. He felt her clench then a shudder ripped through her and he was gone, spilling into the condom a split second after her orgasm started.

When it was over he looked at her, running his hand through her hair and kissing her gently.

“Thank you,” he whispered against her lips.

“What are you thanking me for, you did all the work,” she laughed.

But he grasped her chin, held her gaze more assuredly than he’d ever done before. “Thank you,” he said more firmly, eyes conveying all the words he couldn’t say.

And she nodded, leaning up to kiss him, before pulling him down next to her to fall asleep. 

Aw yeah! This was so good, there’s not enough smut of Hinata around here so this is a pleasant surprise! 💕 Thank you, Jade! 😉

-Admin Lana

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Oikawa – Punishment

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Here’s my attempt at angry sex with Oikawa for that anon confession and the second requesting its creation. 

“Tooru,” you gasp, hands flying to the back of his head as he firmly bites the top of your breast; that’s going to leave a mark.

And it won’t be the only one inflicted upon you today.

“You were a bad girl today, ______-chan,” he croons in his sing song voice but you know this tone well. It’s not mirthful, it’s not happy. Tooru is fucking pissed.

“Wha? How? What did I do?” you pant, legs grasping for purchase around his waist as he lifts you.

“What did you do? What did you do?” he mocks, eyes going dark. “You were fucking flirting with my team! With your soft giggles and your subtle touches, your warm smiles and your lilting laugh. Those things are for me, ______-chan, and me only.”

“But Tooru,” you protest, gasping when he grabs your ass firmly, “I was only trying to help boost morale! I wasn’t flirting, I was just being friendly!”

“Doesn’t make a difference, I could see how they were looking at you, could read the thoughts in their heads and since you’re the catalyst to those, it’s you who gets punished!”

“Please, Tooru-“ but he silences further protests with his mouth upon yours, tongue shoving past your lips and practically down your throat. You splutter, the lack of a proper breath sealing a burn within your lungs. Finally he releases, both of you panting before he drops you to the ground and rips off your skirt.

“You’re gonna take what I give you, _______-chan, you’ve got a lot to pay for.” His eyes meet yours and for just a heartbeat you feel a tremor of fear. You’ve done dub con with Tooru before but he’s always prepared you better, given you a warning, given you-

“Your safe word is “break”, do you understand?” he asks, hand touching your cheek so gently it makes you forget his fury from a moment ok. There’s a pregnant pause before you nod, the subtle movement causing his eyes to shift back from open and gentle to hard and dangerous. “Good answer,” he growls, biting your lower lip.

It takes little time for Oikawa to shed you of your remaining clothing, his own cast about in a frenzy of disrobement. The next moment, you’re on your back, Tooru’s head buried between your thighs, his tongue lapping languidly as your cunt. Normally you’d be canting your hips to get him at just that right spot, but when Tooru is dom you don’t move, barely breathe unless he says it’s ok.

“I can see you remember the rules of this game,” he purrs against your flesh. The next second you’re crying out when he nips your lower lips, “But don’t think I’m not still pissed. It’s gonna be a loooong night, _______-chan.”

He stays true to his word, taking his time licking, sucking and flicking your cunt and clit drawing whimpers and curses from your lips. The coil in your lower belly has been growing steadily, a fire surging through your veins with need of release but he keeps you on the edge, never letting you fall into the precipice of orgasm.

Done with his mouth, Tooru flips you to your hands and knees, his hand slapping your ass with all the force he gives his most powerful serve and you shriek.

“Such a bad girl,” he grunts, smacking you again. “Turning on my team like that, making them want to be the one who fucks you. You want that don’t you? You want them to take you like this?”

“No! Tooru, you’re the only one I want, you’re the only one!”

“Damn right I am,” he hisses smacking you once more before shoving his cock in your dripping core all the way to the hilt. You scream again, head tossing back in shock at his intrusion. His finger dig into the flesh of your hips, thrusts coming hard and fast filling the room with the sound of smacking wet skin.

“Your cunt is always so tight for me, baby, fuck you feel good,” he groans, grabbing your hair and pulling hard. The abuse brings tears to your eyes. A buzzing sound startles you but you don’t have time to consider how you missed him pulling out the vibrator because he’s shoving it against your clit while he buries deep and holds position.

It’s just enough sensation to make your body quiver with need of release but inability to get there, the overstimulation making you miss the mark and Tooru knows it. He knows how to play your body exactly how he wants.

The vibrator is dropped in favor of his hand roaming to your chest, fingers tweaking your nipple to a hard peak.

“You’re gonna feel this for a week, maybe longer, _______-chan. It’s gonna remind you who you belong to! Who the only one who’s allowed to fuck you is! You’re mine!”

You cry out when he pulls away, dick sliding out only to be shoved on your back and him enter again, this time with his mouth latched on your breast, teeth biting harshly into the sensitive tissue. He trails up to your neck, sucking hard as he fucks you mercilessly. The feel of hips slamming against you makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re gonna have bruises all over you.

“Look at me,” he orders, tugging your chin down. Opening your eyes releases tears and he smiles down at you. “You’re so pretty when you cry,” he affirms, lips covering yours to kiss you breathless once more.

“Tooru, I….I can’t….I can’t take much more,” you assert.

“Yes you can baby, I know you can because you’ve haven’t said it! You’re a slut for my cock, a whore to my punishment! I’ll bet you did everything you did today to get this result, to have me so fucking worked up and pissed that I’ll break the bed with how hard I’m gonna fuck you!”

“Tooru! Oh god, Toou!”

Impossibly, he goes harder, hitting deeper than he’s even done.

Your body shakes and quakes, nerve endings frayed to the end of their abilities. Taking a deep breath you scream out, “I give! Tooru, BREAK! Break me!”

“With pleasure,” he hisses, then touches your clit exactly how he knows you need to release. Your orgasm is long and violent, your voice echoing off the bedroom walls. It’ll be a miracle that no one calls the cops because you sound like you’re being murdered. Which is technically true; Tooru may as well have killed you given the boneless feeling that cascades over your body.

He cums not too long after you, filling you to overflowing with the power of his release.

Collapsing on top of you, he kisses your temple, sweat of your bodies mixing as he says, “I really do love you. But never fucking do that again.”

You can only nod before passing out. 

-Admin Jade

Once again, lovely Admin Jade has decided to treat us on Sinful Sunday! Thank you for taking time to write this out, you never cease to amaze me with your writing! If you haven’t checked her blog yet, you can find more of her writing at @vball-baes-bball-babes! 😘

-Admin Lana

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