Aah! I just noticed your new list of things! If you’d rather not do the kisses, how about an imagine of the reader waking up next to Akaashi(HQ), Oikawa, and Kenma (separately, of course) for the first time, and it being so early into the relationship that they don’t really know if they should stay or go?

Akaashi: You hadn’t
meant to fall asleep at Akaashi’s house, and on his bed no less, but the marathon
study session had done you in. To your surprise, he’s next to you, still asleep
and rolled as far against the wall as possible, ever the gentleman. Feeling
guilty for making him stay in that position all night, you roll quietly away,
trying to get up without waking him. A hand on your wrist startles you. “It’s
still early, you don’t have to go,” his sleepy voice says, eyes barely open. As
you settle back down he asks, “Would it be ok if I held you?” You nod and he
moves away from the wall, curling into your warmth.

Oikawa: After the loss
to Karasuno, Oikawa is much more clingy than usual, begging for his ____-chan
to hold him. Neither of you had count on falling asleep. As his usual early
alarm sounds you both bolt awake. Silencing the offending mechanism, Oikawa
groans, arm covering his eyes, and you’re concerned it’s because he found you
still in his bed. “Do you want me to leave, Tooru?” you ask softly. He whips
his head towards you. “Of course not!” Pulling you back down and properly
encasing you in the covers he murmurs in your hair, “This morning is only good because
you’re here.”

Kenma: Both being avid
gamers, it shouldn’t have surprised anyone that you and Kenma would fall asleep
while binge playing the newest RPG. You wake up, blushing profusely when Kenma’s
sleeping visage comes into view, a startled squeak escaping your lips making
him open his eyes. He blushes just as hard as you but when you move to leave,
offering apologies for making him uncomfortable, he shocks you by wrapping his
arm around your waist. “Quite the opposite,” he yawns, “I don’t think I’ve ever
slept that well.”

No. 20 “A Heated Argument”, Tsukishima pls 😊 i hope u take 2 req from a same person💛

Thank you for sending another in and yes, multiple requests
are fine. For being such a sweetie and dealing with me being overly picky I’ll
give you Tsukishima, Usiwaka and Midorima (one of my personal faves, yea!) for
this one. Thanks again for participating!

Imagine Prompt #20 – A Heated Argument

Tsukishima: During the heat of the moment, it isn’t uncommon
for Tsukishima to throw out an insult, his being the worst because he knows
exactly what to say to really hurt people. He’ll regret it, but won’t admit it and it takes a while for him to apologize, especially if you said something
hurtful as well. Don’t expect him to come to you, he’s a pretty prideful boy.
But if you get the ball of conversation started again, he’ll bury the hatchet,
albeit brusquely.

“Why are we even still talking about this? That was a stupid
argument anyway.“ The only indication of an apology is a kiss to the top of
your head and him squeezing your hand.

Ushijima: It’s fairly impossible to get Ushijima worked up
enough to get heated. If anything, you’ll be the one to start yelling because
you feel his one word answers indicate he’s not invested in what began as a
discussion, or at least the attempt of one. Always one to speak his mind, when
you make mention of not caring anymore he’ll think the issue is over with. It
will take Tendou advising him you’re upset.

“Tendou told me you’re still mad,
why? I thought you said you were fine.”
“I’m not, I just couldn’t argue
anymore.”
“Oh.” After a pause he’ll ask, “Why were we arguing?”
Hugging his
around his waist you’ll sigh, “It doesn’t matter anymore Ushijima.” And this
time you mean it because it really doesn’t.

Midorima: Most likely your argument will be over something
to do with Oha Asa and how because of your signs not meshing that day you need to stay away from each other. If you snap about how ridiculous he’s being, he’ll be thoroughly insulted and storm off,
muttering something about rechecking your blood type. At the end of the day, it
will take you going to him and apologizing. Though he doesn’t feel the need to
apologize, per se, he may just take a little more time explaining his
philosophy to you, just to avoid another unpleasant confrontation. After all,
he reasons, information acquisition is the beginning of understanding.

Can I have no. 7 for Tsukishima? ty❤

After further consideration, one character is fine for these requests. Apologies, sometimes admins have their brains too full to still function properly. You’re a doll and thank you for asking for this salty boy!

Tsukishima Kei – Imagine Prompt #7 – Exercise

Having a high metabolism, Tsukishima never needed to
exercise frequently and until joining Karasuno’s volleyball team didn’t really
bother with it. He barely bothered with it even then, saving his energy for
when he was forced to run, practice
or do punishments for losing practice matches. It isn’t until after his
confrontation with Yamaguchi and starting to practice on his own that he
realizes he needs to up his personal routine. Now he looks up specialized
exercises for his fingers, hands, ankles and feet. Occasionally he adds in
weight training for general strength improvement, but narrows his focus and
efforts to enhancing the portions of his body most used during his role as
middle blocker.

Hello darling! If it’s not too much trouble could you do 7, 8, and 14 for the kissing prompts with Bokuto? If you only want to do two then could you please do numbers 7 and 14. I can’t wait for the completed writing, Thank you a million! -(One of you’re biggest supporters, Admin Sunshine)

Oh my dear Sunshine, thank you so much for this request and your
sweet words. I hope this makes your day a bit brighter!

Koutarou Bokuto

#7: running their thumb over the other’s lips

#8: when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other
person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

#14: a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

“If you keep staring at her, I’m going to peg you on the
next serve,” Akaashi warns Bokuto.

“But Akaaaashii,” whines the ace, “she’s so pretty! I mean,
how can I not look at her?”

“Do it on your own time, we need to practice,” the setter
returns evenly.

However, even scolding from his best friend can’t fully deter
the ace from stealing glances in your direction. Ever since you joined as the
team’s manager this year, his large eyes frequently found themselves glued to
you. Either you were completely oblivious or simply ignored his attention
because you never seemed to notice.

It was late, practice having run long in preparation for
Nationals, but Bokuto was still at it, practicing spike, after spike after
spike until Akaashi finally told him enough was enough.

“My finger tips are getting numb Bokuto and you need to rest
too. We’ll pick it back up tomorrow,” he said, grabbing his bag and walking out
of the gym ignoring the protests of the ace.

“Damn it,” he says grabbing a towel and wiping his brow. He
knows Akaashi is right but he needs to be perfect, needs to have everything dialed
in. He’s pent up and excited, eager for next week when the games officially
begin. The sound of squeaking wheels draws his attention away from his own
plight and he sees you wheeling the ball cart out. Silently, you begin picking up
the balls, walking back and forth across the gym to gather the mess he and
Akaashi made.

Feeling guilty as he realizes this is not the first time
this happened, he makes his way to the other side of the net.

“You did really well today Bokuto-san,” you say with a soft
smile, the one that makes his heart jump higher than Hinata.

He grins. “Hey, hey, hey! Of course, I did, I’m the ace
after all,” he bellows making you giggle.

To everyone else, Bokuto’s behavior can be rather annoying but
you think he’s cute. And it’s not like he doesn’t have reason to be proud; he’s
really that good. You just wish he could keep a handle on the swing of his
emotions, not so much for your sake but for his own.

Bending down, Bokuto picks up a few of the volleyballs,
easily tossing them into the cart. With his help, the task is finished in half
the time.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that,” you say, a
slightly blush to your cheeks. “I know you must be exhausted,” you add.

“Nah, I’m fine, plus, it’s my fault you stayed late in the
first place,” he says a little quieter than normal. He follows as you wheel the
cart into the storage room. Once inside, he watches as you fold the towels just
brought back from the laundry, their clean scent rather refreshing in the
enclosed space. Deciding he wants to spend more time with you one on one,
Bokuto grabs a towel himself, trying to fold it.

Seeing how poorly he’s doing, you giggle again taking the
fluffy material from his hands, the graze of your fingers against his making
his pulse race. “You’d think you’d never done laundry before,” you tease
correctly folding then placing the towel on the shelf.

Sheepishly, he rubs the back of his head. “Well, I kinda don’t,
my mom tried to get me to but one time of me ruining a whole load of whites by
turning them grey made her banish me from all laundry duty.”

You laugh out loud, partially spitting out some of the water
you’d just taken a sip of. Without thinking, Bokuto trails his thumb over your
lips to wipe away the excess water, the action and touch drawing a slight gasp
from you. Leaving his hand on your cheek, he leans forward, entranced by how
soft your lips feel. When he realizes what he’s doing, Bokuto draws back again
but your hand grasping his free one stops all motion.

Looking into your eyes, he can’t believe it when you whisper
hoarsely, “Kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, mouth covering yours with his own, and
both hands wrapping into your hair. He can taste your coconut lip gloss when
his tongue grazes your bottom lip. He’s surprised when you open up to him
easily, tongue moving out to meet his, the connection making him moan lowly.

Bokuto wonders if maybe he’s dreaming especially when your
hands wander under the back of his shirt, finger nails lightly scratching his
skin. His own hands trail the edge of yours, thumbs drawing little circles
against your flesh.

Things are escalating quickly, a bit too much, so you both
pull away heaving heavy breaths.

“Sorry,” you both say at the same time but then laugh.

“I mean, I’m not sorry for kissing you,” Bokuto says
quickly, grasping your hands.

You smile. “I know, me either.”

“Y/N, would you…would you consider going out with me?” You’ve
never heard Bokuto speak so softly.

Leaning up, you kiss him gently. “If you couldn’t tell after
that kiss how much I like you, you really are a simpleton.” You laugh when he
pouts, pecking your lips against his protruding lips. “Of course I’ll go out
with you silly.” Your answer drives away his gloom instantly, your own lips
widening in a big smile when he lifts you into a giant bear hug.

Hi~ I was wondering if I could send in an Ask for Bokuto, Azumane, Kageyama, (from Haikyuu) Okamura, Hayakawa, and Kasamatsu (KnB)… the scenario being their reactions to having their crush sit on their lap for a long car ride due to lack of seating… (not necessarily nsfw reactions, I imagine their reactions would be pretty amusing though XD) Please and thank you. :3

Hello there! Thank you
so much for adhering to my request
for a different genre of ask. It’s only the second one I’ve received so I appreciate it. This made me grin and I really hope I hit their
personalities well in this.

“Hey,
______-chan, sorry for the lack of space, we miscounted the seats. But I’m sure
_______ won’t mind you sitting in his lap!”

Bokuto: Tenses up his
ridiculously firm thighs as you sit down; how could Akaashi do this to him?!
His eyes are wide, nerves very apparent on his face since this precious owl
doesn’t hide his emotions at all.
He can only be thankful that you’re facing away from him.

Azumane: If he hasn’t
passed out after initial contact of your cute (he’s noticed, so sue him) butt
to his legs, having to wrap his arms around you as the car goes over a large
bump to keep you from sliding to the floor almost does him in. He quickly
releases, flustered and apologizing for touching you while you try to calm him
down; he was just being protective after all.

Kageyama: “Here, you can
just have my seat, I’ll take the floor,” he says more firmly than he meant to, still irritated by Hinata’s completely inappropriate
suggestion. As he crouches next to the sliding door of the van, the miniature
middle blocker whispers, “That was your big chance,

Bakageyama!” He glares at him. “Shut up dumb ass!”

Okamura: Torn between
elation and embarrassment, Okamura awkwardly pats his lap in invitation to
Tatsuya’s suggestion. As you take a seat, he makes sure to keep his hands
firmly gripping the seat lest he accidentally touch you inappropriately given the
size of his hands.

Hayakawa: He’s talking
so fast and mixing up his words so you can’t understand him. Does he want you to sit on his lap or not?
Finally, a whack to the back of his head from his captain gets him to shut up
after which he tugs you onto his lap. Well, apparently he’s fine with it.

Kasamatsu: Turns three
shades of red, almost fainting when you reply, “Oh good, thanks Kasamatsu-san!”
Once your comfortably in his lap, he has to remind himself to breathe. Can this
van not go any faster?!

Hi there! Can I request Kise for the kissing prompts #s 1, 2, 5, 22, 27, and 36?? Gyah sorry if there’s too many prompts, they’re just so good I had to ask so many of them! I hope you can find a way to string them all together^^ thank you!

Hello dear! No trouble at all, I rather enjoyed the challenge and your choices strung together rather nicely. I hope you like it!

Ryouta Kise – Kisses #1, 2, 5, 22, 27 and 36

#1: being unable to open their eyes for a few moments
afterward

#2: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring
each other

#5: guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

#22: smiling just before or during the kiss

#27: bringing up the hands to cup the other person’s face while
kissing

#36: that thing where someone turns into an unexpected kiss,
like there were turning around and the other person was just super close

Kise watches you with your head down, eyes intensely focused on
the paper in front of you. You always look so cute when you’re concentrating. Then
again, he always thinks you look cute. You’ve been tutoring him for most of the
semester, the school insisting that if he wants to continue playing basketball,
he has to bring his grades up. He’d whined about it until he met you. Then he
whined about how hard assed you are but he doesn’t really mind spending time
with you. He just wished he could get you to see him as more than just a
project. He knows he’s immature and childish at times but he really likes you.

Leaning more into your space, his breath fans the practice test
he’s just finished and you’re grading.

“Kise, what do you wa-“you start only to be startled when you
turn your head and your lips accidentally graze his; you’d no idea he was that close to you. The contact is brief,
barely able to be considered a kiss but as you pull away Kise can’t stop his
hand shooting behind your head to tug you forward, crashing your mouths back
together.

His other hand cups your face, finger tips grazing over your
skin making you shiver. He feels the tremor, your obvious enjoyment of what he’s
doing making him smile into the kiss. Pulling you even closer, Kise’s brow
furrows; now he’s the one concentrating, focusing on the feel of your lips, the
taste of your mouth and the scent of your skin. If this ends up being just a
fluke, he wants to remember every detail for the rest of his life.

Needing to feel more of you, Kise pulls you roughly from your
chair to straddle him in his, hands roaming over your back but remaining on the
outside of your clothes; he doesn’t want to push his luck. He curses his lungs
need of oxygen, unwillingly releasing you with a slight moan. Unable to open
his eyes for a few moments, he basks in the heat of your body pressed to his,
the feel of your warm breath against his face.

“You know,” you say and he finally opens his eyes, “bribing me
isn’t going to help your test scores get any better.”

He chuckles, hand grasping the back of your neck and pulling you
forward again. Kissing the tip of your nose he says, “True, but I’m more likely
to remember the material with the proper motivation.”

Hello! I really like your writing, your scenarios are so good! Mind if I submit an ask? Something for Kasamatsu where he finds his s/o feeling so down and out of sorts lately because she’s got so much to do and all the responsibilities are killing her, but Kasa, being the dedicated & responsible person he is, eases off her anxieties and helps her to stay focused and motivated to get her through her obligations smoothly. Thank you so much :)

Thank you so much! I’m thrilled that someone I follow not only
followed back but put in a request, that’s high praise indeed. Thank you so
much for requesting this grumpy sweetheart. He’s such an amazing character and
I wish he got more love!

Yukio Kasamatsu – “Captain’s Care”

“How am I going to get this all done?!” you say, voice high
pitched and slightly whiny but Kasamatsu doesn’t mind; he’s used to being
around Kise all the time after all. Though with you, his solution to whining
isn’t a swift kick to the head.

Leaning against the door way of your kitchen, he looks at you
with concerned eyes as you hold your head in your hands, trying not to cry. He
knows how strong and dependable you try to be for everyone (most often
succeeding which is why people continually come to you for help) and it pains
him to see you so stressed out.

Kasamatsu is exceptionally thankful for you. Being the only girl
he’s ever been able to actually talk to you’d formed a friendship rather
quickly. It hadn’t taken long from that point for him to fall for you
completely. To his immense joy and relief, he found out you felt the same way
and the two of you have been dating officially ever since.

As captain, his attention has been focused heavily on the team,
but you’ve been an amazing pillar of strength and support. It helps that you’re
so active in school activities as well but he can see that the combination of
being on the yearbook committee and third year banquet planning team while
preparing for college entrance exams is too much. To top it all off, you insist
on going to every single one of his games, cheering until you can’t talk the
next day.

Yep, he really hit the girlfriend jackpot with you.

Which is why he’s determined to do what he can to help you now.
Striding forward, he pulls you away from the yearbook drafts to the living
room. Sitting down on the couch, he pulls you into his arms. A year ago, he’d
never believe himself to be this openly affectionate with anyone but with you
it’s easy; everything is so easy in fact he wonders if this is a dream. Aren’t
couples supposed to fight more?

Pushing away this tangent of thought, he grasps your head in his
hands, forehead pressed against yours.

“Y/N, take a deep breath,” he says, taking one himself that you
mimic. “Good, now tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Oh Yukio, I just…I want everything to be perfect! This is our last year and it’s hard editing down people’s
page submittals because I want to be able to give them everything they want!”
You sniff, head dropping down slightly. “And the catering company for the
banquet isn’t sure now if they’ll have enough tables and chairs! What am I
going to do? Have people sit on the gym floor in their nice clothes?”

“Ok, ok, take another deep breath,” he says, rubbing your back.
You do as he says, closing your eyes and leaning more heavily into his embrace;
he’s always so warm.

Leaning back, he tucks your head under his chin, hand trailing
through your hair. Letting out a deep breath he says, “I know you want to give
everything to everyone but it’s just not possible.” When you nod he goes on, “So
if you’re struggling with the editing, why not have someone else from the team
do it? They can edit and give them to you for the final sign off. That way
you only see the finished product and don’t have to think about everything you
had to discard.”

You consider his words for a moment; he has a point. You’re the chief
editor but you have other people on your team you could delegate the actual
crimping to.

“As for the catering company, instead of having the meal in the
gym why not have it in the cafeteria? I don’t know, as a kind of, farewell to
the most social room of the school but with food that’s actually good?”

Your giggle makes his usually serious face split into a grin.
Pulling back up, you kiss his lips gently, hand holding his face.

“Thanks Yukio, you’re the best,” you say.

“No, you’re the best,
I’m just meaner than you,” he replies and you smile.

“I love you,” you whisper before kissing him again.

Turning you over, he covers your body with his. “What do ya say,
you take a break?” Leaning down, his lips caressing your neck bringing a
breathy sigh from your lips he adds, “I have other ways of helping you de-stress,
you know.”

Himuro Tatsuya no. 82 for character drabble plss. c;

Hello sweetie and thank you for bringing Tatsuya to the party!

Tatsuya Himuro – Prompt #82 – “Looks like we’ll be stuck in here
for a while.”

Sitting in your class glancing out the window, you can see the
wind is picking up fiercely; this storm is going to be a monster. The sound of
the PA system crackling on makes you jump in your seat.

“Attention all students and faculty. Due to an expected increase in the
storm’s severity we are canceling classes for today. Please exit the building in
a calm manner. Classes are presumed to restart tomorrow barring any further interruption
from the weather. That is all.”

Choruses of celebration erupt around you as students begin
packing up their belongings. While glad to be able to go home, you’re a bit
nervous at traveling since the rain has already started falling heavily.
Shrugging on your rain coat you fall in line with the stream of students
exiting their classrooms, a cacophony of chatter going on around you.

Just as you are about to reach the front doors, you realize you
forgot your umbrella in the stand back in your classroom. Groaning and looking
at the stairs you can see trying to walk up against the flow of students will
be almost impossible. Quickly you shuffle over to the elevator and push the up button.
Just as you enter, you feel a presence follow you. Turning around you’re
startled to be standing next to Himuro Tatsuya. He gives you a soft smile but doesn’t
say anything.

Soon you reach the third floor, hurrying off to your classroom
to get your umbrella. Coveted item in hand, you turn back and go to the stairs,
pretty much everyone gone by now. But just as you reach the front doors, an
intense flash of lightning followed by roaring thunder makes you scream. Eyes
wide, you stare at the pandemonium outside; how did it get this bad so quickly?

The unpleasant realization that you’re most likely going to be
unable to leave at this point puts a rock in your stomach; not only do you have
to suffer through a terrifyingly large storm but you have to do it alone.

Or at least you thought so until Tatsuya’s voice makes you jump.
“Looks like we’ll be stuck in here for a
while.” You turn and look at him, surprised to see he’s smiling. Stepping
up to you, he extends his hand. “Shall we descend to the basement? I’m sure the
thunder won’t be as loud there.”

Gulping you take his offered appendage, feeling warmth surge
from the point of contact to your entire body. When another boom of thunder
propels you into his arms, Tatsuya can’t help but smile wider. He’s so glad he
decided to follow you. Perhaps confessing will be easier now that he gets to be
your knight in shining armor.

I’m sorry, but could you also do number 9 for Takao for the kiss prompt? Lol thanks~ ;)

No need for apologies, I love receiving asks. And THANK YOU for requesting this sweet dork. I just love him!

Kazunari Takao #9: ripping the other away – “no we
shouldn’t” – but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

“When are you going to stop denying yourself and admit you
want me?” Takao’s question pulls an incredulous laugh from your lips and a
shake of your head.

“Sure, Takao, like that’s a good idea,” you quip over your shoulder.
You aren’t looking at him, focused on folding towels in the store room.

For the entirety of your joint training camp, you and Shutoku’s
first year point guard have been flirting back and forth, much to the annoyance
of both your teams considering you’re Seirin’s manager. It doesn’t matter that
he gets along with everyone, friend or rival, your boys aren’t too keen on your
attention being elsewhere. Sure, it’s a bit selfish of them, but winners sometimes
have to be.

You’re jarred out of your thoughts when hands unexpectedly
grasp your waist, Takao’s breath hot on the back of your neck. “I was being
serious,” he says, adding on, “for once,” before ever so gently pressing a kiss
to your cheek. Turning in his arms, your eyes meet his and you can see he’s not
kidding.

Takao could say he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but
that would be lie. You’ve gotten into him, under his skin, constantly in his
thoughts, invading his dreams. He’s never met someone so like himself but different.
You’re fun but able to be serious, focused but not obsessed and kind, oh so
very kind, to everyone; even Midorima.

He can see the hesitation in your eyes, but also the want.
Leaning forward more, his lips just about to graze yours he whispers, “I don’t
need to use my hawk eye to see you want this as much as I do.” He finishes by
kissing you.

For a moment, you stiffen, unsure what to do. He’s right;
you like him a lot more than you probably should for only having met him at
camp. But when he starts to deepen the kiss you pull away, breathing out, “Takao,
no, we…we shouldn’t,” however your protest turns into a deep moan as your mouth
is sealed by his once more, tongue darting in to caress yours.

Your hands gripping the front of his jersey tug him forward
and he has to suppress the urge to grin as you draw him closer. He wraps your
arms around his neck before encasing you in a strong embrace, hands rubbing up
and down your back. A slight moan comes from him when your nails gently scrap
his scalp.

Releasing you to draw breath, Takao looks down into your
flushed face, lips slightly swollen from the intensity of his kiss. Hand on your
cheek, his thumb rubs back and forth across your skin, eyes soft and smile
gentle. “Let me take you out when we get home,” he says and you nod.

42 kissing prompt with Ahomine ;)

Daiki Aomine – Kiss #42 – kisses where one person is sitting in the
other’s lap

A slight flutter of fear courses through you chest, drawing a sharp intake a breath through your nose. Daiki feels your body tense up and releases your lips.

Half covering you as you lay on his bed, he looks at your face, a mixture of concern and, he’ll admit, irritation in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

You look away, embarrassed but his hand touching your cheek brings your eyes back to his. “I can’t fix it if you don’t talk,” he says.

Sighing you reply, “I…I’m just really nervous. I mean, I know we’ve been together for a good while but…I’m just not comfortable with this yet.”

“Me kissing you or kissing you in my bed?”

You gulp. “A little of both but mostly the in bed part, I’m just…not ready for…that yet.”

Daiki sits up fully, releasing you to do the same. As you both sit in silence, you hang your head. How could you ever manage to keep someone like him? He’s so sexy and viseral and…

“Are you done with the self shit talking?” he asks.

Startled, you look at him.

He pokes your forehead, saying, “I know what goes on in there better than you think I do.”

Standing up he holds out his hand which you take and he pulls you out of his room. Settling on the couch, pats his legs. Slowly you settle on him, legs dangling down from his knees.

“Can we try this?” he asks, hand trailing through your hair making you shiver.

When you nod, he pulls you forward, lips gently caressing against yours.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he mumbles and you comply. The shift in position draws your bodies closer together and allows him to wrap his other arm around your waist, hand rubbing your lower back.

His lips are warm and just slightly eager making your heart race. You can feel sweat pooling at the back of your neck and at your temples but are too distracted by the hum of pleasure he lets out to care.

When his tongue tentatively touches your bottom lip, you open up slightly, letting him taste you and you him.

As oxygen becomes an issue, you pull away, taking in a deep breath.

“So, not that scary right?” he asks cocking an eyebrow.

Shaking your head, you lean forward, taking the initiative and Daiki by surprise. He smirks against your lips, glad to find out you’re a fast learner.