Bad Boy Akaashi getting turned on when his gf starts touching and admiring his tattoos which eventually leads to the do (nsfw) //wink wink//

A/N: I combined two
asks (this one that made the randomizer cut and one that didn’t) because I felt they
fit so well together. Enjoy!

“Keiji.” The whimpered whisper of his name from her lips
sends shockwaves up Akaashi’s spine, followed promptly by a tremble of pain
when she presses an antiseptic wipe to the cut on his chest. “They ruined your
new piece,” she complains, applying gentle pressure to stop the bleeding. He
glances down, eyes focused on her furrowed brow.

She’s so cute when she’s worried.

The fight, a result of two-bit thugs running their mouth
about her, should have been inconsequential and it was; until one of them
pulled a knife. Akaaski felt the sting but didn’t have time to react before
Bokuto laid the guy out, would have killed him if Akaashi hadn’t talked him
down. One cut wasn’t worth a full-on war. He wasn’t even that hurt, both his
leader and his girlfriend making a bigger fuss about this than they should.

Though he finds it difficult to complain when her hands,
done with their task of bandaging his wound, trail up and over his shoulders as
she rounds the chair he’s seated on to wash up and put away the first aid kit.
Sighing, Akaashi gets up, heading to his bed to stretch out. He’s not there two
minutes before she’s curled up next to him, hands back on his exposed chest
trailing the outlines of his ink.

Akaashi takes in a breath, humming appreciation for her
affection.

“This one is my favorite,” she remarks, index finger tapping
the immortalized image of his name and hers in kanji set just above his heart.
The symbols are encircled by tree branches, two owl silhouettes nestled next to
one another. “Then again,” she continues, hand skimming over his stomach to his
side, “this one is just so badass.” It’s his favorite, the Bengal tiger that
wraps from his back to front, teeth and claws bared.

Her caresses are waking up more than just his skin, a
distinct firmness growing stronger the longer she touches him. When she couples
the sensation of her hands with her lips he can’t stop a low groan from
escaping and she doesn’t miss it.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans, dipping her hand below the line of his
jeans, “what do we have here?” Her head turns to look at him, eyes full of mischief
sprinkled with longing. “Does the patient want some pain relief?”

“Yes,” he breathes, not bothering with pretense. She smiles
knowingly, fingers unbuttoning his jeans with practiced ease to give her room
to move. Leaning up on her left elbow, body pressed close to his side, she
pushes just enough to release his length, finding him fully hard and already
dripping.

“Wow, you want it bad,” she murmurs, “did the fight get you
all riled up?”

“You get me riled
up, minx,” he moans, hips arching up as she teases his dick with the tips of
her fingers.

“Now, now, Keiji, you know what happens when you call me
that,” she coos.

“Yeah, so get to it, minx,” he almost growls. She chuckles, breath
ghosting over his cock. Akaashi groans softly as her lips encircle the tip of
him, letting out a whoosh of air as she pushes down to take him all the way in
her mouth. She’s moved again, straddling his legs, bobbing up and down with
skill. His hands roam to her hair, drawing some of it away to make it easier
and she hums a thank you around him, the vibration making his eyes roll to the
back of his head.

“_______, fuck,” he hisses at the feel her teasing teeth.

She hums again, hands rubbing over his chest while she sucks
him. Akaashi’s brain is muddled, his wants cascading over one another. He wants
her to keep going, he wants to taste her, he wants to fuck her, he just…he
wants her.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he murmurs, pulling her up to
kiss roughly before rolling over and kicking away his clothes. His mouth
latches to her neck, tongue laving over what he knows to be “her spot” and
smirks when he hears her gasp. One hand shoots up her shirt, grabbing a breast firmly,
tweaking her nipple through her bra.

“Keiji,” she mewls, music to his ears.

He moves his hand downward, grabbing her panties and skirt, shirking
them off before rubbing his hand up her inner thigh to the apex of her legs.

“And you tease me for being eager,” he whispers against the
shell of her ear when he finds just how ready she is for him.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she orders, biting his bottom lip.
Pushing her legs apart to make room for himself, Akaashi lines up, driving in
hard and deep. “Oh god,” she shouts but he swallows the outburst in a fiery
kiss. Normally he takes his time, plays her up, teases her to the brink before wrecking
her.

But not today, not right now when she feels so hot and wet
and good around him. He thrusts hard and fast, loving the feel of her nails
raking down his back, devouring her cries and moans like a man starved. He
loves her, so much it hurts sometimes, so much it scares him but he’ll never
stop.

“Ke..keiji.” She’s close, inner walls tightening, finger
clutching tufts of his hair.

“Come on baby,” he says, eyes closed and lips on her neck, “come
hard for me. Come now!”

Her orgasm is volatile, a shriek of release tearing from her
lips reminiscent of a cry for mercy. He fucks her through it, the feel of her
clenching enough to draw out his own release, announced by a low, deep groan
from his throat.

Panting heavily, the couple lay within one another’s arms,
basking in the afterglow of their intimacy.

“You should visit Yachi tomorrow, see if she can’t fix the
damage,” she comments idly drawing circles on his back.

He hums agreement from his place upon her chest, falling
into a deep slumber surrounded by her love.

Tendou – Safe Haven

So, B over at @guessmonsta had a rough day and in efforts to
draw up her spirits I present a slightly melancholy but overall silly piece
featuring her fave boy: Tendou Satori. Hope you feel better B!

“Tendou, you’re Princess Peach, get your ass over here!”
shouts Semi.

“Oh you are so going down, pretty boy,” Tendou exclaims
hopping over the back of the second, or possibly third, hand couch in his dorm.
He lands heavily next to Semi, his former teammate sending him a glare.

“Says the one currently playing a character sporting pink,”
retorts the blonde.

“Tch, for your information, pink happens to be my favorite
color! Plus, Peach is a badass! Make no mistake, she will fuck you up on the
track,” Tendou quips, selecting the motorcycle as his choice for race vehicle.

Semi, Reon and Goshi all make their own selections, they
being Mario, Bowser and Toad respectively.

“Heh, did you choose Toad to match the aesthetic of your
hair cut?” Tendou asks.

“Screw you fire head, let’s just get to racing so I can wipe
the track with your ass,” Goshiki shoots back.

Tendou laughs as the timer counts down to zero, each of
their representative characters jumping off the starting line with the press of
the green button. The race is fierce and filled with flying shells, mushroom
speed bursts and loud curses from all participants.

“So where’s Toshi?” Tendou asks through a hiss as Peach
barely dodges an oil slick.

“Couldn’t make it, practice,” Reon answers shortly, thumbs
moving with practiced ease sending Bowser into a perfect drift.

“Shit, can’t that guy ever get a break?”

“You know him Tendou, it’s all volleyball, all the time.
Especially after last year,” Semi comments, cursing a second later when he gets
hit with yet another red shell from
Toad. “How the fuck are you getting so many of those?!”

“They’re pity shells cause he’s in last place,” Tendou
smirks.

“Oh yeah? Pity this!” Goshiki yells, launching a blue shell
which takes out both Peach and by proximity Bowser, leaving just Mario as the
last obstacle to his glory. There’s no way the others can catch up now and with
one last screech around a bend, Toad emerges victorious with a perfectly timed
mushroom boost.

“Damn it!” Semi shouts, throwing down the controller.

“Hey! Careful with those, I got this second hand you know,”
Tendou complains taking a sip of soda.

A knock at the door draws all their attention, Tendou
standing to open it since they’re in his dorm. “Probably the pizza guy,” he
calls over his shoulder, unnecessary considering they’re in a single room
together. When he opens it, it’s to find a rather cute, but annoyed looking
girl standing in the hall. “Definitely not the pizza guy,” he comments lowly.

“What? You know what, never mind, I don’t care,” she snips.
Fixing fierce eyes on him she goes on, “Do you think it possible for you to
keep it down? There are some in this hall trying to actually get work done
around here.”

Tendou leans against the threshold, crossing his arms.
Smiling he replies, “Working is for classrooms and libraries, where else are we
supposed to unwind?”

“The bar? A club? Hell, go back to your parents’ basement
for all I care, just keep the noise down!”

Tendou’s smile widens; he likes her snark. “One, we’re under
age still so no bars. Two, do we,” he points behind him to the guys now
watching the proceedings, “look like the clubbing type to you? I think not. And
three, as long as we’re throwing around stereotypes here, why don’t you take
your self-centered, eldest child, type A personality and chill the fuck out? We
just got out of high school, time to live a little before we hook on the ball
and chains of responsible society, don’t you think?’

As he’s been talking, her cheeks have been growing steadily
redder and redder with each point he nails on the head. Tendou likes a good
battle of wits and insults and this little lady had no idea whose door she was
pounding on when she attempted to exert a guilt trip. Her mouth opens to retort, only for the pizza
guy to finally arrive.

“Order for Tendou Satori?” he asks looking between them.

“That’s me! Oi, you lot of losers! Gimme your penance,” he
says, hand out to receive money from Semi and Reon after which he draws the
remaining balance from his own wallet. Handing the guy the money, along with a
small tip because he’s not a complete asshole, Tendou passes the two pizzas
to Semi who takes them to his desk. Looking back at the girl still fuming
outside his door he grins.

“I’d offer for you to join us but since you’re a no-nonsense
type, I’m sure it will be a waste of breath. Have a good night.” He’s about to
shut the door when her hand slams against it startling him. “You’re a dick,”
she glowers. There’s a pause and he can’t wait to see what comes next. Taking a
deep breath, she looks up into his eyes. “But you’re also right.” Tendou’s so
stunned he almost falls over. With less hostility and a slightly shakier tone
she goes on, “I…I’d really like that…if you’re serious.”

He blinks, unsure what exactly just happened but steps to
the side, silently offering her entrance. A moment later, he’s introduced all
of them, including himself properly, before they settle to consume their meal
of cheese, carbs and grease.

“Being an adult, or at least transitioning into one, sucks,”
she comments around a bite of pizza.

“Amen to that,” Reon replies toasting his slice with hers.

“So, what’re you studying?” Semi asks politely.

“Chemistry, it’s a bitch.”

“Shit, you must be a genius or something. I’m barely making
it through my general ED, still tryin’ figure out what I wanna do,” Goshiki
remarks.

“Hey! No gloom and doom talk here, guys! This is our time to
shut out the rest of the world and just have fun! To forget our problems and worries,”
Tendou proclaims. Deftly he slides the controller into their new companion’s
hands, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“You gotta earn your keep sweetheart, that pizza doesn’t pay
for itself you know.”

Leaning forward, she bops his nose. “Bring it on, pretty
boy.”

Semi laughs uproariously at the look on Tendou’s face as his
cheeks heat up but the red head recovers quickly, sliding next to her with a
controller of his own. The race is intense, but she emerges victorious,
whooping and hollering about her win.

“Hey, you might wanna keep it down, I hear there’s a warden
about these halls,” Tendou teases.

“Then we’ll just tell them to go fuck themselves. It’s our
time to be young and alive, right?”

He grins, shoving his shoulder into hers. “You got it,
warden.”

“Shut up and race, pretty boy.”

And for the rest of the night into the wee hours of the
morning, Tendou, Semi, Reon and Goshiki provide what she never knew she needed.
A safe haven away from the responsibilities and expectations piled on her till
she can’t breathe. They let her laugh and curse and belch without judgement.
They tease and mock her, treating her quickly like one of their own.

But most of all, they allow her to just be a “kid”.

Wakatoshi Fantasy

haiykuties:

Hope this scratches the itch 😉

“_______.” The sound of her name moaned more than spoken draws her attention to the semi-closed door. It’s late, or early depending on one’s interpretation of 2AM, so her bleary mind is not coherent enough to conclude it’s probably best she not investigate; the terms curiosity and cat come to mind.

Walking quietly forward, her hands presses the door further ajar, the vision before her sending torrents of water to her mouth.

Wakatoshi, her roommate of over a year, sits with his legs astride the toilet, seat down for more comfortable sitting she supposes. Why he’s doing this here and not in the concealment of his own room she doesn’t know but now that she’s watching she can’t turn away.

His boxers are around his ankles, chiseled chest heaving as his large hand grasps his equally large cock, precum oozing in rivulets down his shaft. His breath is labored, eyes closed and head cast back.

“________,” he groans again and she starts thinking maybe he’s seen her but his next words dispel that fear. “You’re taking my cock so well.”

Her eyes widen further, chest tightening with the effort to keep her own breath quiet.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he pants, fist clenching to add truth of feeling to the image in his mind. “I love watching your breasts bounce,” he admits, voice rough and raw.

The slick and squelch of his hand makes her thighs rub together, heat pooling and burning away slowly at her inhibitions. Should she announce herself? Walk in and offer to give him the real deal since nothing would please her more than to feel him shoving all that power into her?

But no, watching someone so composed and seemingly unworldly come undone and all because he’s imagining her, she can’t stop him, not now.

Not when he’s groaning her name like a mantra, not when he pinches a nipple and shudders under the effects of his own ministrations reaching capitulation that spills upon his stomach and thighs. Her tongue shoots out to moisten dry lips, body retreating as quickly and quietly as possible to her room.

Moments later, as she hears him pass her door, she releases a moan of her own, “Wakatoshi.”

OKay first of all, ExCuSe YoU?!?!?!?!

This did not scratch an itch, it made the itch worse!

I’m ded pikachu

~Admin Kay

Contribution piece!

Hello my dear! I was wondering if I could request a Yakuza! Kasamatsu where he originally kidnaps reader because her family owes a lot of money. But even when they manage to pay it off, he keeps her because he ends up falling in love with her? However, he lets reader decide if she wants to stay with him or leave?

A/N: Everyone is aged
up, therefore, Kasamatsu is not his normal, blushing, can’t talk to women self.
That’s all fun and good but I wanted something a bit different with this one
and I hope you all enjoy it. Also, the essence of your ask is here just changed
up a little. I hope you love it!

Kasamatsu sighs, rubbing
the sides of his head. This is the part of his job he hates. No, scratch that,
he hates his whole existence in this fucked up world he’s been forced to
partake in but there’s nothing for it; he has nowhere else to go and he’s in
too deep to ever get out.

Imayoshi smiles, that
insincere, nefarious smile of his as their latest captive, or as he likes to
call them collateral, is ushered kicking and screaming into one of the “guest
rooms”.

“Quite the feisty one,
eh?” he asks looking at Kise.

The blonde snorts but
his eyes haven’t lost their gleam. If anything, they’re brighter. “Well if it
were easy all the time that would spoil some of the fun, now wouldn’t it?”

Kasamatsu shakes his
head, still perplexed how this can be the same guy they recruited a year ago.

They didn’t even have to
work that hard to persuade him, in fact he came along a little too willingly
for Kasamatsu’s taste. He remembers thinking Kise was a happy go lucky type of
guy, all sing song voice and flirty eyes, which now given his job as a lure
works well in their favor. But time has worn away that persona, at least behind
closed doors, and Kise’s revealed himself to be quite the deviant and sadistic
bastard. He thinks little of almost everyone, barely respecting his higher ups
and that’s mostly due to risk of punishment.

You think you know a
guy.

Banging is heard upon
the locked door, the woman’s voice shrill and penetrating. “Kindly get her to
stuff a sock in it, Kasamatsu,” Imayoshi orders.

The brunette grunts
something akin to “yes sir” before striding to the door. He yanks it open
sharply, a startled cry and wide eyes greeting him. He feels his heart almost
stop; she’s gorgeous. Not just that but there’s fire, passion, drive in her
eyes. She refuses to be a victim so matter how much she is one now.

“What the hell is this?
I demand that you release me! Do you know who my father is?” she yells getting
right in his face. Yep, she’s a brave one. He pushes her back hard enough to
land on the bed before slamming the door and crossing his arms.

“One, keep your mouth
shut or else I’ll make your stay infinitely less comfortable with a rope and
gag,” he says, voice calm and even. He watches her swallow her retort. “Two,
we’re very aware of who your father is. Are you
aware of the debt he owes Imayoshi? Of the bad investments and the lying and
the book cooking?”

Her eyes get wider and
wider with every word he utters, tears clinging to long lashes. “I guess that’s
a no,” he remarks leaning against the door. Closing his eyes, Kasamatsu inhales
a deep breath through his nose then opens his eyes once more to meet her gaze.
“The grace period ended and when Imayoshi sent his collector, your father
couldn’t pay. So, you’re here as collateral.” He brushes imaginary dust from
his suit just to avoid her eyes. “Which means, as long as you follow orders,
you can roam freely in the manor. Well, mostly free, since I’ll be accompanying
you to make sure you don’t run off or get yourself killed somehow.”

He opens the door,
turning to look over his shoulder. “For now, I suggest you take a shower and
change into something more comfortable. I’ll see to it that you get something
to eat.” Then he’s gone, locking the door from behind which he hears renewed
sobbing.

He sighs again. He
really hates this.

Days later and he’s
ready to punch a wall. He thought his new charge would have some sense of
self-preservation but no, she challenges anyone and everyone she encounters, but
mostly him.

“What the fuck is wrong
with you?” he hisses. “Are you trying to get yourself maimed? Or killed?” He’s
got her by the wrist having just caught her trying to escape for the third
time.

“You can’t hurt me,” she
reasons, “If I’m collateral then part of the agreement must be my safe return, unharmed.”

“For someone who’s
family is so deep in the business you sure are stupid about it. For one, your theory
is completely wrong. The only reason you’re still in such good condition is
because I’m in charge of you. But what exactly do you think will happen if you
do manage to escape huh?” Kasamatsu snaps, his voice rising as he pushes up her
against the wall, hands tightly squeezing her shoulders.

Her eyes are blown wide
at his proximity and the intensity of his gaze. “You think this is a fucking
game? That if you escape you win? Debt dropped because you were clever?”

He huffs, shaking his
head and looking down momentarily before meeting her eyes again. “If you
escape, what do you think the next step is in paying the debt? I’ll tell you. Imayoshi
will merely up the cost. Instead of a live hostage, he’ll cut his loss and your father’s life short.”

She inhales sharply,
tears leaking down her face. “And he’ll send me to do it as punishment for letting you get away,” he continues,
tone bitter.

“That…that’s…” she
stutters.

He glares deeper at her.
“I hate killing, always have always will. I don’t want this life but I’m stuck
to it like a curse. And,” he looks to the door, lowering his voice and hoping
his initial outburst wasn’t overhead before looking back at her, “if you keep
disobeying me, Imayoshi will remove you from my charge to someone more…adept at
breaking people.”

“How true that is, my
dear,” Imayoshi says from the doorway making both Kasamatsu and her jump. He
strides forward, pushing aside his subordinate to roughly clasp her by the
chin. Face inches from hers, he speaks in a low menacing tone, and though he
looks at her, his words are for Kasamatsu.

“If I hear that this
little bird has spread her wings a bit too far one more time, I’ll let Hanamiya
clip them. Understood?” He meets his eyes back to Kasamatsu.

“Yes sir,” comes the
quick reply.

Imayoshi releases her
chin, giving her a slight smack on the cheek. “Count your lucky stars that
you’re in Kasa’s care, little bird. He’s one of our more…tenderhearted
members.”

Standing to his full
height, Imayoshi straightens his tie and jacket, sending one last look to
Kasamatsu before turning on his heel and exiting the library. Exhaling a long
breath, the remaining male takes her by the elbow guiding her out into the hall.

“Who…who’s Hanamiya?”
she asks numbly.

Kasamatsu tightens his
grip on her arm. “Trust me, you’re far better off not knowing. By the time his
last collateral’s family paid off their debt the damage was already done.”

“What do you mean?”

He meets his eyes to
hers. “She ended up in a mental institution.”

Since the day in the
library, things have been relatively easier with her, at least in terms of her
sticking around. She’s still snarky and full of sass but mostly just to annoy
him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was flirting.

But that may just be
wishful thinking.

Because resistance is
futile against this woman and he can feel himself succumbing to her charms.
Especially when she smiles. It’s uncanny how much a simple tilt of her lips in
an upward trajectory can lift his spirits, though he’s careful not to show any indication
of such a thing.

Or at least he thought
he was until Kise remarks, “If you keep making puppy eyes at her I’m going
to puke.”

Kasamatsu sends him a
glare but doesn’t respond, knowing it will only make him worse. The blonde
snickers, parting with, “Don’t go falling in love with her. Either way,
she won’t be staying forever.”

As he walks away,
Kasamatsu clenches his fist, striking the wall in his irritation; Kise’s right.
This whole arrangement won’t be indefinite. Imayoshi may be a patient man but
he also has a reputation to maintain.

And everybody pays in
one way or another.

It’s like self-fulfilling
prophecy. Time has gone by rapidly and Kasamatsu can see the changes in her.
She’s more relaxed around him, willing to smile more, even laugh out loud
sometimes, usually over a book she’s reading or movie she’s watching. And he
can feel the changes in himself. The unnecessary touches to her body, a guiding
hand on her back as they walk through the manor, a hand out to assist her from
her chair. The way he thinks about her constantly, even when he’s in his room
and she in hers.

He knows it’s stupid,
stupid and dangerous but they don’t call it falling for nothing and he’s
falling hard and fast.

The manor is quiet, most
of the other members either off for the night having a drink or a screw (or
most likely both) or on jobs of their own. The past month has been building to
this crossroad and Kasamatsu stands rock solid like he’s wearing concrete shoes,
his eyes fixed on her face as she inches closer to him.

Her hand settles on his
neck, sending shockwaves through his nerves but he remains still. Slowly she leans
forward, breath teasing the sensitive flesh of his lips. “This is just…stress
release, you understand?”

“Are you trying to
convince me or yourself?” he asks bluntly.

“Screw you,”
she breathes closing the distance kissing him harshly.

Kasamatsu can’t stop his
hands from moving, one wrapping in her hair while the other locks onto her hip.
“If you say so,” he counters huskily.

He pushes her into the
mattress, mouth and tongue caressing every inch of flesh exposed. She arches
and moans, holding onto him so tight he wonders if he’ll bruise. And when she
crests her peak, moaning loudly, “Yukio,” he knows he’s a lost man.

When it’s over, he
leaves at her behest, her reasoning that if they keep it to just fucking it’ll
be less complicated. “Whatever,” he mumbles pulling up his pants and
tossing on his shirt, not bothering to button up the latter.

It happens again three
days later in the storeroom after dinner and then two nights after that in the
pool house after dusk.

They both keep saying
their trysts can’t continue, he because of attachment issues, she because the
more she feels for him the more she feels a traitor to her family. But they
can’t stop, it’s like an addiction, it goes beyond want to need and keeps
getting deeper no matter how many times in so many words they tell themselves
they don’t care.

The veil of mutual lies
falls even lower tonight when Kasamatsu rises to leave and feels her hand wrap
around his wrist.

“Stay,” she
says, the word quiet in the dark, a plea as much as it is an order. And
Kasamatsu realizes as he lays back down, drawing her into his embrace, that the
roles of warden and captor have switched or at the very least become mutual.

Because he’s irrevocably
in love with her.

The day comes, the day
he’s dreaded since he first laid eyes on her. If he’s honest, he probably fell
for her then, hair flying wild, eyes full of fear but determination. She was
like no one he’d ever met before and he wants nothing more than to keep her by
his side. But it’s not his choice, nothing in this god forsaken world he lives
in is his choice. It’s orders, orders, orders.

And his orders are to
take her home.

Through some miracle
(more likely an extreme generous or unfortunate “benefactor”) her father’s debt
is cleared. She’s no longer a captive of the Yakuza, but she’s definitely
Kasamatu’s.

“I don’t want to go
back, Yukio, I want to stay here. With you,” she confesses as he gathers her
bag filled with items acquired during her time with him.

His head falls back on a
sigh, arms going slack before he looks at her. “You know that’s not possible.
And even if it were, I wouldn’t let you.”

She crosses her arms,
finger nails digging into her small biceps, teeth mangling her bottom lip. He
knows she hates showing weakness but she can’t help wearing her emotions in the
open, her heart on her sleeve. “Why?” she whispers, eyes closing in effort to
trap her tears.

He flops her bag on the
bed to draw her into his arms, inhaling deeply to take in the scent of her. He draws
back, hand caressing her cheek as he stares in her eyes. They’re so pure still,
so full of hope and life and good that
it pains him. Everything he’s ever wanted is right here in his arms but he
absolutely will not keep it, will not keep her. Because she’s too good for his
world.

A dark chuckle almost
escapes his lips as memory takes hold of a boy from long ago, one wearing a
high school basketball jersey and knee-high socks, who for the life of him
couldn’t even speak coherently to a
girl let alone do the things and say the words he’s done and said with her.

He opens his mouth but
the moment is broken by a knock at the door. Separating from her, Kasamatsu
opens the door revealing Sakurai, who bows low.

“I’m sorry, but the car
is waiting,” he says voice shaking.

Kasamatsu nods once
dismissing him. Turning back around, he walks to the bed and picks up her bag
before placing his hand upon her back, a familiar gesture he doesn’t even
bother hiding anymore. “Come on, it’s time to go,” he says quietly.

The drive to her home is
silent, save for muffled sniffles coming from beside him. She insisted she ride
up front, the last time she’d have to be by his side. As they reach her family home,
Kasamatsu sees her face scrunching up in an attempt not to cry. She fails
miserably. It pierces his heart but he can’t, he won’t be selfish. It’s for her own good that she returns to her
family, even if they are tied to the business. There’s still time for her to get
out, to make a life of her own away from it. Which means, away from him.

He stops the car and
gets out, popping the trunk to gather her bag before reaching the passenger
door. Opening it, he holds out his hand but she won’t take it, won’t even look
at him. “Hey, come on, they’re waiting for you,” he grunts.

She shakes her head.
Groaning softly, Kasamatsu drops his burden to the ground and reaches in tugging
her out, easily moving her smaller frame with his larger one. When she
collapses in his arms he dies a little more inside. “Please,” he mumbles in her
hair, “you have to go.” Her head moves back, eyes full of tears. Then suddenly,
she puts distance between them just enough to rear back and smack him across
the face.

“I love you,” she chokes
out. He stays silent. “And I know you love me too Yukio, you may never have
said it but I could feel it! I could see, can
see it, right now, so why? Why are you doing this?” she shouts.

He grabs her shoulders
roughly, pushing her back against the closed door of the car, bearing the
weight of his soul in his eyes. “Because I love you too much to corrupt you!
I’m nothing! I have nothing! You think I want to stay with the Yakuza, that I
want to be Imayoshi’s errand bitch boy? I don’t have a fucking choice! He owns
me! Body, soul, mind, all of it, until I die which could be any moment of any
day!” He’s breathing hard, muscles tense and teeth grit. He grabs her chin,
kissing her hard, hot and deep. He doesn’t care if anyone sees this, he’s
making a statement and wants the whole fucking world to hear it.

Pulling away, their
breaths mingle as he says softly, “I will love you until the day I die, but I
will not let you throw away your life for me. Go, do magnificent things, change
the world, just…live a little bit for me.”

He plants one last kiss
before turning away and heading to the driver’s door, the sound of its slam the
finality of his decision.

He means every word,
he’ll die loving her, but he’ll sacrifice both of their happiness to keep her safe.

A month later, his
assertion that he could die at any time almost comes to fruition. He’s sent on a job with Aomine as lookout but their target got the jump on them and he ended
up stabbed several times. For all his hard ass talk and “don’t give a fuck” attitude,
Kasamatsu had never seen Aomine drive that fast before passing out. It’s a
miracle that he survived.

A week has passed since
the attack and when Kasamatsu opens his eyes for the first time it’s to find her in a hospital chair by his bed. In
his shock, he tries to sit up resulting in a groan of pain pulling her from
twilight slumber. Instantly she’s up, one hand grabbing his while the other
lays gently upon his cheek and he almost laughs at the irony that her last
touch to him there was a bit more stinging. His body reacts to her
automatically, head nuzzling into her touch.

“What the hell are you
doing here?” he asks, tone weaker than he’d prefer.

She smiles softly,
leaning down to kiss him and the feel of her, the scent of her, everything
about her brings him back to life. When she pulls away, she whispers, “Hayakawa
told me, or at least tried to tell me, what happened but all I needed to
understand was you were hurt.” She places a hand over his mouth to cover
protests she’s tired of hearing. “Stop, Yukio, please. I know you think you
know what’s best, and to be honest, you’re probably right. But thanks to my
father and brothers, this world is a part of me now. And if I have to live in
hell, I’d rather choose the demons I keep company with.”

He takes in a deep
breath, moving her hand and pulling her forward to kiss again, more deeply,
more lovingly, than he’s ever allowed himself. Releasing her mouth reluctantly,
he grunts, “And if I have to live in hell, I’d rather keep an angel by my side.”

And a week later when he
returns to the manor, that’s exactly where she is.

Okay! so I hope im doing this right ;v; but I’d love a scenario (or even just Headcanons it’s your choice!) for Bad Boys au, where Gang leader Oikawa rescues his shy/insecure s/o from a rival gang! (I know this is kind of unoriginal since you listed it in the samples…but I just really loved the idea////)

Soooooo….considering some peeps wanted a continuation of
the Tendou scenario (this one right here) I thought, why not link it with this one? I hope you don’t mind.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of violence and harsh language. Also,
please know I LOVE Tendou but I’m making him a lot darker in this because it’s
AU. Really all the boys are because of theme.

Iwazumi had recommended preparing for a rumble expecting
some form of retaliation from Shiratorizawa, particularly Tendo “the monster”
Satori. What he didn’t expect, what none of them expected, was a straight up
kidnapping.

Oikawa stands rigid and if his nails dig any further into
the flesh of his palm he’s going to be bleeding. Semi pats him down roughly,
pulling out his gun and handing it to Reon. “Hope that wasn’t expensive, cause
you ain’t gettin’ it back,” comments the blonde.

“Does it look like money’s a problem for me? Just shut the
fuck up and bring me the monster, I’m tired of waiting,” snaps Oikawa.

“Watch your mouth, loser,” Goshiki growls, “you gotta lotta
nerve comin’ here by yourself.”

“Enough,” sounds a deep voice. All eyes turn to the door
from which Ushijima Wakatoshi exits. He nods to the other three and they leave,
door shutting behind them. Ushijima walks to a chair, taking a seat as nonchalantly
as if he and Oikawa were sitting down to afternoon tea. He indicates one opposite
him but Oikawa shakes his head.

“I won’t be getting comfortable, Ushiwaka. I’ve got a score
to settle with your resident freak, so kindly stop wasting my time and let’s
get this over with.”

“You know, all of this could have been avoided if-“

“If you say one fucking word about merging Shiratorizawa and
Aoba Josai, I’ll strangle you. Knights and swans don’t belong together. Now,”
he takes a step forward, eyes menacing, “Where.Is.The.Monster?”

Ushijima remains silent, observing the man before him. He
has no doubt of Oikawa’s talent as a player and a leader; the two of them could
have been unstoppable together. Not that Ushijima is stoppable but having
someone of Oikawa’s caliber certainly would have made things easier.

Especially when dealing with the freak duo from Karasuno. He
shakes his head. Another problem for another day.

“Fine, if you insist on continuing to hold onto your foolish
pride, there’s no stopping you.” He snaps his fingers and another door opens.

Oikawa’s heart leaps to his throat when Tendou walks out with
his arm wrapped around your neck in a choke hold. Your eyes are blown wide,
tear stains evident and fear palpable. The scene before him is exactly why Oikawa was so hesitant to
get together with you. So many believed he didn’t date because of all his
fangirls and while that is partly true (because they could be just as bad if
not worse than the rival gangs he deals with), he knew being with him would
paint a target directly on your back.

“Let her go,” he growls deeply, eyes narrowed and fists
ready to fly.

“Tooru,” you whimper, pulse thundering in your ears. “You,
you came…”

“Ah, is the little princess afraid?” coos Tendou, arm
tightening slightly.

“I said let her go!”

“You have no authority here
pretty boy,” snaps the red head.

“And you have no right taking what’s mine! She had nothing to
do with what happened! Fuck, I didn’t
either!”

“A lack of control over your subordinates is a poor reflection
on your leadership, Oikawa. Their actions speak of the intentions of Aoba Josai
as a whole.”

“Is that so? And what about this? You let your guys run
wild? Do as they please and open doors they can’t close?” Oikawa hisses.

“The difference between what happened there and what’s happening
here is, I approved of this. Aoba Josai injured one of our own. It’s only
fitting that one of yours pay the penalty for such an infraction,” advises the
brunette ace.

“So take a pot shot, start a rumble, but kidnapping?”

Ushijima shrugs. “It was Tendou’s choice and he’s always had a flare for the dramatic.”

“Psychological torture is really the best form of retribution,” Tendou comments,
hand stroking your cheek making you whimper.

“What did you do to her?!” Oikawa roars.

Tendou grins. “Let’s just say, someone who’s been taunted
their whole life is really good at pushing the right buttons.
Right, ______?”

You take in a shuddering breath, tears pouring down your
cheeks as you meet Tooru’s eyes. The man holding you is right. He got in your
head so quickly, easily convincing you that your deepest fears were true. That
no one at Aoba Josai even likes you, would even care if you’re gone, that Tooru
probably moved on to a new girl (if he even noticed you were gone). He played
your insecurity like a fiddle, leaving you a huddled, broken mess without ever
touching you.

“You bastard!” Oikawa launches himself towards your captor
who flings you to the side like a rag doll. As you crash to the floor you hear
the impact of the two men, skirting around to witness them rolling about on the
floor. Oikawa looks fearsome, teeth clenched and eyes on fire as he strikes
downward. Tendou blocks the hit, squeezing Oikawa’s fist enough to make him curse
in pain.

The swan gets the upper hand, rolling on top of Oikawa and
dealing a vicious blow to his face. You cry out, desperate to help but unable
to move. Oikawa must have heard your outburst because in the next second he’s
managed to escape the monster’s clutches, grabbing him by the collar and
slamming him against the floor. Despite all that’s happened, all the monster
put you through, you don’t want to see this, don’t want the subconscious
knowledge you have that Oikawa has most likely killed in the past be brought to
reality right in front of you. You can’t handle it, it’s too much.

“Tooru! Stop, please! Stop!” you shout and he looks up. For
a moment, it’s like he doesn’t see you but then his eyes clear, his expression softens
and you exhale a sigh of tentative relief.

Looking back down, Tooru tugs Tendou up till his face is
inches from his own. “This ends now, keep your hands and your mouth to
yourself. Otherwise next time I won’t be so generous as to leave you breathing.”

He stands, wiping blood from a split lip and takes you into
his arms. He stops just as the two of you are passing Ushijima and looks up at
him. “Let that be a lesson to you and yours to never forget my “foolish” pride.”

[Bad Boys AU] Sakurai, a new recruit to the gang, is having a hard time keeping up that tough boy persona. Then one day, somebody on the rival gang decides to mess with his s/o and something in him just. Snaps. How’s that one? ;)

Warnings: Depictions of violence and foul language.

Sakurai, despite becoming a highly ranked member of the notorious
Too gang and fairly quickly at that, is not what one would call a tough guy.
For someone with tattoos and a penchant for torn jeans and a leather jacket, he’s
rather timid, a constant apology on his lips for anyone who will accept it (or
not). But that doesn’t mean he can’t
fight, he just needs the proper motivation.

And he’s about to run into a whole lot of it.

The day started out simple, Imayoshi issuing orders to make rounds of Too’s territory, collecting intel on rival gang activities and generally
making sure things are copacetic. Aomine walks lazily down the street, hands
shoved in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips. Beside him,
Sakurai casts furtive looks back and forth, keeping an eye out for trouble.

“Tch, what a shit job,” Aomine grumbles, tossing away his
addict stick, “I don’t see why Imayoshi has me doing this! Isn’t this type of crap for the underlings?”

“We…we have a presence…to maintain,” Sakurai mumbles, eyes
not quite meeting those of the blue hair.

Aomine huffs. “Yeah, some presence. How the hell did you even
make it into the inner circle, Sakurai?”

Sakurai opens his mouth, no doubt to apologize, when a
scream makes both of them stop in their tracks, heads whipping towards the
location of the outburst.

“Let me go!”

That voice, Sakurai knows it better than anything in this
world. He’s off like a shot, Aomine’s shouts of protest falling on deaf ears.
Sakurai doesn’t care if he follows or not, he’s going to you. He rounds a
corner into a dark alley, blood boiling when he sees street rat shit from he doesn’t
care where cornering you.

“Come on baby, you know you want it, why else would you be
down here?” says a tall male with slicked back hair, his
hands on either side of your head preventing your escape.

“Ple…please,” your voice quakes, “I…I don’t want any
trouble.”

“Well, doll,” coos another, his eyes blocked by shaggy
bangs, “that’s too bad, because trouble’s what we’re known for.”

“HEY!”

A shout draws all your attention, your eyes widening further
when you realize just who it is who’s done so. To your recollection, you’ve
never heard Sakurai shout, at least, not in anger. And you’ve never seen him
this enraged, not even while on the court.

“What do ya want, mouse?” spats your captor.

“Back the fuck off of my girl,” comes Sakurai’s reply, his tone
ice cold.

“Oooooo, so scary,” taunts a third member, an orange hair,
putting his hands up in mock defense.

“Shut that fucker up, Hara, “ the slick hair orders, returning
his attention to you as he continues, “Now, where were we?”

Hara blows a bubble before spitting out his gum
while cracking his knuckles. He takes one step forward but Sakurai is already
moving, focused on getting to you. He dodges his opponent’s grab, skirting around and
whipping his legs out from under him. Hara falls on his ass and receives a
vicious kick to the face, knocking him out prompting Yamazaki to pull his
knife.

Sakurai doesn’t even pause, grappling the taller male to the
ground hard enough to send the weapon clattering away under a nearby dumpster.
A swift punch breaks his nose, blood gushing from the orifice making tears
flood his eyes. Sakurai jumps up, hell bent on killing the bastard who’s
dared to touch you.

The commotion behind him makes Seto turn around
just in time to have his throat clenched tightly by Sakurai’s hand. With power
you didn’t know he had, your boyfriend slams him against the wall, head hitting
the brick with a sickening thud. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash
and cry out, “Ryo, no!” His eyes meet yours, fierce and determined. You place a
hand on his shoulder, gaze imploring as you whisper, “I’m fine, let’s…let’s
just go, ok?”

He pauses, but then nods, the flick of his wrist signaling
the retreat of his butterfly knife. Looking up into Seto’s eyes, he growls out,
“Next time I catch you even looking
at her, I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out.”

He releases his captive in favor of taking your hand and
leading you out of the darkening dead end. Aomine chuckles, “Shit, never knew you had it in you, Sakurai.”

“That’s what people get for touching what’s mine,” he
mumbles, drawing you closer and planting a kiss to your temple. “No coming out
here by yourself anymore, ok?”

You can only nod, thankful to be back in the safety of his
arms.

Is it okay if I want to change my KiyoKiyo ask? If you don’t mind, I wanna change it with reader insert, where the both of them(Ushiwaka and Ahomine) have a crush on reader-chan? Thanks my lovely💕

Soooooo, this was for the 500 follower crossover celebration…you
are a lovebug for being so patient with me taking my sweet ass time and it’s
not even that great. So, apologies if this is lame but I hope it isn’t and that
you like it!

Aomine flashes you a flirtatious grin as he lays up another
flawless shot.

“Good job, Aomine-kun!” He hears your voice above the din of
the crowd, his ears finely tuned to the pitch of your voice. He’s pretty sure
he’s never fallen this hard for someone before and though he breathes
confidence, the idea of confessing to you makes his chest tighten uncomfortably.
He’s not used to feeling doubt.

“Get your head in the game Aomine,” Imayoshi comments lowly.

“Tch, I could win this with my eyes closed by myself,” he
snaps back, running further down the court.

The game ends in Too’s favor, not really surprising anyone.
After cooling down and the team meeting, Aomine is out of the locker room, eyes
eagerly seeking for your form. But when he finds you, his face sets into an
even deeper scowl than normal. Who the hell is the giant looming over you and
why do you have that starry look in your eyes?

He quickens his pace, calling out, “Hey, _____-chan!”

You look up, smile just as bright as before and he doesn’t
know whether to feel thankful or irritated that you’re giving him the same look
you just gave the male standing next to you.

“Aomine-kun, you were great!” you say.

“You know I know that already, right?” he teases earning a
sock to his arm. “Geez, you hit like a girl,” he rumbles ruffling your hair. He’s
completely ignoring the other presence, clearly showing he’s not interested in
who he is, just waiting for him to leave you and he alone.

But you’re too polite for that kind of behavior.

“Aomine-kun, this,” you say stretching your hands towards
the other male, “Is Ushijima Wakatoshi, one of my friends from junior high.”

Aomine finally looks at the brunette, tilting his chin up in
a slight greeting, only doing so because he doesn’t want to be rude to you.

“Nice to meet you,” Ushijima rumbles sticking out his hand.
Aomine grips it tightly, shaking once then dropping it.

“So, you ready to go?” Aomine asks looking back at you.

You bite your bottom lip which almost has Aomine groaning
for two reasons. One, you look damn sexy when you do that and two, it’s your
tell that you’re about to say something he isn’t going to like.

“I’m sorry, Aomine-kun,” you say softly, “but Ushijima-kun
is only in town for tonight and we haven’t seen each other in such a long time.
Can we do a rain check?”

“Why don’t we all just go out together?” Imayoshi’s voice
draws all of your attention. “It isn’t every day we meet such an astute
representation of our country, at least in terms of volleyball.”

Ushijima bows slightly to the compliment before looking back
at you. “It’s your call, _____-chan,” he says.

“Um, sure! Let’s go,” you reply and the whole basketball team
plus one volleyball player and you head off to a local restaurant. The evening
goes fairly well, despite Aomine’s irritated glares sent to Ushijima whenever
he seems to get a little too close to you. It’s clear to the ace he’s
interested in you but you seem just as oblivious to his advances as you are to
Aomine’s.

At the end of dinner, while you’re in the restroom and the
rest of the guys are paying their bills, Aomine leans toward Ushijima saying
lowly, “Let’s get one thing clear. You’re a part of _____-chan’s past, I’m part
of her present and her future. So
back off.”

Ushijima, unruffled as ever, meets the hard stare of the
basketball prodigy and shrugs. “At the end of the day, it’s _____-chan’s
choice. But we have history, so don’t think you’ve got this in the bag,” he
replies.

“What’s in the bag?” you ask stepping out of the door.

“Nothing,” they both reply then look at you. And in that
moment, a lingering apprehension forms in the back of your mind; just what were
these two talking about anyway?

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

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

“Did I hurt-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is really happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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OMG yay, thank you I’m so glad!! ^-^ I’ve read some of your scenarios and I found them really amazing!! You’re such a great writer I just have to request some more hahah xP I want another Ki-chan (srry, Kise trash here!), how about spending his bday with s/o-cchi? Something sweet and heart-warming (possibly tear-jerking) would be nice ♡♡♡ ;) thanks a lot!!

You sweet angel thank you for your flattering words, seriously
I’m so happy that you enjoy my work so much. Thank you for being SO PATIENT. I have
NO IDEA why it took me so long but I really hope this hits the mark of what you
were looking for.

Kise sighs, a slightly melancholy look on his face as he
stares out the window. You watch him for a moment before making your
presence known. When he turns to look at you, his bright smile is plastered on
his face but it doesn’t reach his golden eyes.

“_____-cchi, I didn’t hear you come in,” he says rising up.
Gathering you in his arms, he takes another deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Ryouta,” you say softly, pulling back to look in his eyes. “What’s
wrong? If anything I’d expect you to be extra happy, it is your birthday after
all.”

He shrugs noncommittedly, smile dropping a few degrees. “I
don’t know, I just feel…”

His response is cut off by a knock at the door. Not
expecting anyone but you today, he frowns as he moves to answer it. At the door
stands a delivery man, a warm smile on his face as he asks, “Kise Ryouta?”

“That’s me,” answers your boyfriend.

“Sign here please,” replies the man. Kise does so and is
handed a brown box with small holes poked in the top.

“Who’s it from?” you ask trying to read the return address.

“I don’t know recognize the sender, looks like it came
directly from a distribution center,” he answers sitting at the kitchen table
once more. He grabs a knife and slits the tape to open the package. From within
he draws out a plastic container holding two goldfish. Next comes a pretty
glass bowl and a bag of bright blue and yellow shiny pebbles.

“What an odd thing to send someone!” you exclaim. “Is there
a note or anything?” Kise shakes his head but he’s already distracted by the
pretty fish swimming around in their makeshift home. “Well,” you go on, “why
don’t you get them set up while I fix us some lunch, hmmm?”

Kise nods, moving to the sink to fill the bowl with water
before taking it to the living room and placing it on the coffee table. You hum
to yourself as you prepare the ingredients for onion gratin soup. Soon the
scent of simmering onions and butter fills the room. You’re working on chopping
vegetables when the doorbell rings.

You see Kise get up from the couch and open the door, surprised
to find another delivery person, this one female, standing in the threshold.
You chuckle under your breath at her expression; Kise is rather overwhelmingly
gorgeous and if you’re not expecting it, he’ll catch you off guard. After a
moment of silence you hear him say, “Yes, can I help you?”

“Sorry!” she exclaims and you almost laugh out loud. “Delivery
for Mr. Kise, is that you?”

He nods and she gains his signature before proffering
another box, this one white with a blue ribbon and local bakery insignia on it.
He thanks her and shuts the door turning to look at you. “Did you order this?”

“Nope, looks like it’s another surprise. See if this one has
a name attached to it.”

He looks over the box but there’s no clue as to who the
sender is. Setting it on the counter, he opens the lid and finds a decidedly large
and decadent looking chocolate cake nestled within. “Another mystery, huh?” you
ask and he nods as he locks eyes with you.

“Did you do something?” he questions suddenly.

“Me? The only thing I’m doing is making my boyfriend his
favorite meal for lunch on his birthday.” You shrug returning your attention to
the simmering liquid in the pot. “Maybe your more determined fans are
sending you birthday gifts now.”

“If that’s true, I’ll have to move,” he mumbles under his
breath. It wouldn’t be the first time some crazies got a hold of his private
information. While he loves being a full-time model now, it does come with some
undesirable side effects.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, Ryouta,” you comment taking a
taste test and adding more salt. “It’s probably your family and they just
forgot to put a card in or something.”

He pouts a bit but doesn’t argue with you further. The soup
is almost done so you turn off the burner and set the broiler temperature to
heat up the bread and melt the cheese. Five minutes later, you and Ryouta take
seats to enjoy the soup of your labor.

“This is always so good, _____-cchi,” he says taking a
spoonful.

“I’m glad you enjoy it,” you hum.

Lunch finished, you glance at the clock; your present should
be here any minute now.

“______-cchi, I was thinking for today we could-“

Again Kise’s sentence is cut off by a knock at the door.

“Oh what is it now?” he asks flinging open the door only to
choke on his breath. Standing together before him are Kuroko, Aomine, Akashi,
Midorima, and Murasakibara, all clad in shorts, t-shirts and sport shoes.

“Wha…how…you…” Kise stammers.

“Oi, get a move on!” shouts a voice Kise recognizes as
Kagami’s. Kise’s five former teammates make their way inside, each offering him
a happy birthday. As Kagami comes into view, Kise is further startled to see
Kasamatsu, Nakamura, Hayakawa, Moriyama and Kobori. His apartment, while rather
lavish, still feels tight with all his former teammates in it.

Turning around, Kise’s tear brimmed eyes lock with yours and
you nod once. He rushes forward, gathering you into his arms in a fiercely
tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers into your ear.

“I knew how much you were missing everyone even if you try
to hide it so I called Akashi-san to see if he could help me,” you admit.

Kise looks at his former junior high captain who shrugs but
his face holds a surprisingly warm smile. “What’s the good of having a private
jet if I never use it for my own pleasure?”

“So,” you go on drawing Kise’s attention back to you. “The lot of you are going to go to the court in downtown
and play ball. Then, when you’re done, we’ll all meet at the hotel they’re
staying at to get cleaned up and ready to go out to dinner.“

Kise smiles widely but a look of confusion floods his face. Turning around he considers for a moment then points to Midorima and Murasakibara. “If you guys were already planning on being here, why did you send those gifts ahead of time?”

“What on earth is he talking about?” Midorima asks looking at
Mura who shrugs.

“The…the fish! Aren’t they my lucky item Midorimacchi? And the cake! Who else but

Murasakibaracchi

would send such a huge dessert?”

“Your sisters,” you answer stepping up to his side to show a
text message conversation between you and the two other most important women in
his life. “Both of them did send cards but they were lost in the transit.”

Kise flushes in embarrassment but you kiss his cheek and
encourage him to go get ready. He hurries off to his room while the rest of the
gang say their official hellos to you. You give Akashi a particularly long hug.
“Thank you so much for your help, you really should let me pay you back or at
least pay a portion for the hotel.”

“Nonsense, ______-chan,” he says evenly, “It’s no trouble at
all. Please don’t worry about it.”

Kise is back quickly, eager to get going. The twelve men
clamor down the stairs and flood into the street, the sound of ribbing,
teasing, arguing and just generally catching up flooding through the open
window. You look out of it, watching as they go pleased at sight of the biggest
and brightest smile you think you’ve ever seen on Kise’s face.

With a sigh, you flop onto the couch, immensely glad your
surprise came off so well.

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

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

Take this Waltz By Leonard Cohen – Oikawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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