Thanks to ririnontherescue for answering my “selfish request”
for some Midorima last weekend! I went a bit angsty with this one but I hope
you all like it!
Shintaro Midorima – Kiss #30 – a gentle “I love you” whispered
after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss
Standing in the corridor of the arena near the locker room
assigned to Shutoku High you bite back your tears; it was so heartbreaking
watching them lose to Rakuzan High. One by one the boys exit, giving you slight
nods of thanks for your support. Finally, Takao walks out, sniffling and his
eyes red. Looking at you, he tries to smile but it falls immediately.
You don’t even have to ask. “He’s still in there, just…just
staring at the floor,” he says shrugging his shoulders.
Nodding, you take a step forward, arms outstretched into
which he collapses, giving you a long hug. “Thanks,” he whispers, “I can’t help
him right now.”
“It’s ok, what do you think girlfriends are for?” you ask
trying your own smile. He returns it briefly then walks away, head down.
Walking into the locker room, you see Shintaro sitting on
one of the benches leaning on his knees, head hanging. He’s still in his
uniform, hair slightly matted down from sweat and water. Kneeling before him, you
touch his hands. He flinches slightly, clearly uncomfortable with you seeing
him like this but you don’t care; you’re here for him.
“Taro-kun,” you say softly, “I…I won’t pretend to know how
you’re feeling, but what I can do is tell you how proud I am of you.” Gently,
you move one hand up, caressing his face; he won’t look at you but you know he’s
listening. “I’m so proud of you for standing up to Akashi, for finally really trusting your team; especially
Takao. I can’t imagine how much that meant to him.”
You stand up, one hand carding through his green hair. To
your surprise, he wraps his arms around your waist, his head nestled against
your stomach as you continue to stroke his hair. After a few minutes of silent
comfort, you tug on the back of his jersey’s collar making him look up at you.
His expression breaks your heart but you force yourself to smile at him.
Leaning down, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss,
pulling back to whisper, “I love you.”
You’re unprepared when he surges up, head shooting past
yours before he swoops down to capture your lips once more, hands holding the
sides of your face firmly. His kiss is hot and heavy, glasses sitting askance
on his face. With an impatient hand he tugs them away, allowing them to clatter
on the bench as he kisses you even deeper.
He pulls away, inhaling deeply as he rests his forehead against
yours. The taste of salt startles your eyes open, where you’re presented with
the sight of Midorima with tear trails slowly making their way down his cheeks as
his body starts quivering with the effort to hold in his emotions.
You wrap your arms around his neck, ending up on tip toes
because of his height, rubbing your hand down the back of his head once more as
you say, “It’s ok, my love, you did the best you could. And,” you pull back,
waiting until he meets his eyes to yours before going on, “next time you’ll
kick his ass.”
For the first time since the end of the game, Shintaro
smiles genuinely. His arms wrap around the back of your shoulders, tucking you
against his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. Barely audibly he
whispers, “I love you too.”
THANK YOU for your patience sweetie! Good gracious, I don’t know
why this took me so dang long to get going on but sheesh! I hope you like it, I
kept it light and fluffy and tried to add some humor.
Hajime Iwaizumi – Date Prompts #2 and #3 (combo) – Dinner and a
movie at home
“Pizza should be here in 15 minutes,” Hajime calls from the
kitchen as he gathers up various other snacks for the two of you to enjoy. This
is his favorite type of date; easy and at
home. He spends quite a bit of time away from it, between school, practice,
games, more practice so it’s nice to be able to just relax in the comfort of
his own space. Because of his high active life, Hajime appreciates his down
time a lot. And he loves that you’re ok with not going out all the time.
He walks back into the living room where you’re already perched
on the couch, legs tucked to the side and elbow resting on the arm.
“Think you got enough junk food?” you ask lifting an eyebrow. In
his hands are candy and soda, while between his teeth he clutches a bag of yet
to be opened chips.
Setting down his burden he smiles slightly and the world seems a
bit brighter; you adore all his smiles and are thankful to be privy to them.
“I eat healthy all the
time,” he says, “I’m allowed one night of indulgence.”
“You say indulgence, I say gluttony,” you quip back.
“Tomatoes, tamatoes,” he mumbles around a Red Vine hanging in
his mouth.
Leaning forward, you catch the other end in your mouth, winking
at his surprised expression as you nibble your way towards his lips. Just
before you kiss, there’s a knock at the door. Hajime stands abruptly, snapping
the remaining candy in half.
“Tease,” you pout chewing the remainder of your piece as he goes
to the door and opens it.
Just as he’s about to send a witty rejoinder over his shoulder, the
unexpected voice of Tooru cuts through the room. “Iwa-chan, Y/N,” he says
smiling widely.
“What are you doing here Trashy-waka?” Hajime asks roughly.
“So rude,” the setter pouts, brandishing your pizza from behind
his back, “and after I got you dinner.”
“Where did you get that?” your boyfriend asks eyeing him
suspiciously.
“Oh, that cute delivery girl,” he points, turning to wave at the
presumably blushing female. “She was so sweet as to offer it on the house,” he
continues looking back at his best friend, then to you, and you roll your eyes
at him; how he does that you don’t want to know.
“So,” he continues, moving into the house and sitting next to you, “what are we
watching?”
“We are watching you leave,” Hajime says, pointing to the
still open door.
“But Iwa-chan,” whines Tooru and you have to stifle a giggle as
the vein on your boyfriend’s head is starting to pop up, “we haven’t hung out
in forever!”
“I see you every damn day!”
Tooru throws his arm around your shoulders, earning another
acidic look from Hajime. “I meant Y/N and me silly.”
Before the situation can get even further out of hand you stand
up, hurrying to stop Hajime from pummeling Oiwaka into the ground. Placing a
hand on his chest, you whisper between the two of you, “Let him stay, we’re
just chilling anyway.”
“Y/N,” he hiss whispers, grabbing your hand and pulling you into
the kitchen. Behind you, Tooru grabs a piece of pizza and digs in.
When you’re away from prying eyes and ears Hajime continues, “This
was supposed to be our night together, just the two of us! I haven’t seen just
you in too long.” Running your fingers down his clenched jaw makes him relax
slightly and you brush your lips against his lightly.
“I know baby, but you know how Tooru is. I think…I think he’s a
lot lonelier than he lets on. Besides,” you wrap your arms around his neck,
kissing him a bit more firmly before pulling back to say, “I’m staying the
whole night, remember?” He huffs over your face but nods.
When you re-enter the living room Tooru asks, “Done making out?
Good! Let’s watch that movie!”
Hajime rolls his eyes, settling down on one end of the couch,
you next to him. On your other side is Tooru, eating his third slice of pizza.
Grabbing a slice, you hand it to Hajime then take one for yourself. Hitting play
on the DVD remote the title screen of “Star Wars” pops up.
“Ooooo, one of my favorites, good choice, Y/N,” Tooru says
through a mouthful of pizza.
“How did you know I picked it?” you ask before taking a sip of
soda.
“Iwa-chan always picks girly flicks,” he quips back earning a
pillow to the face.
The three of you sit silent for the rest of the movie, eating
pizza, candy and chips. When the food is gone, you nestle against Hajime’s
side, his arm around you. Thanks to the heavy meal of carbs, sugar and fat you’re
soon crashing, your eyes becoming heavy. Nestling more into the warmth of your
boyfriend you fall asleep.
When you open your eyes the TV screen is blue, it’s subtle light
illuminating the immediate area in front of the couch in the otherwise darkened
room. A weight on your hip has you looking down where you find Tooru slumped
against your side. Glancing up, you see Hajime is also asleep, having slid down
a bit to rest his head against the back of the couch, his arm still cradled
around you.
Mentally shrugging your shoulders, you close your eyes once
more. Your date with Hajime may have ended up with you gaining a third wheel
but you don’t mind too much; Tooru is one of your best friends too after all.
You’re so welcome! I loved writing for those two boys and I’m so glad you liked what I came up with. And yes, you totally requested right, thanks for playing 😀
#9: Makeup?
Not on him thank you, except
maybe when you kiss his cheek, though he’ll be blushing so much any red shade
just may blend in. He appreciates the effort you put into looking nice for him
but by no means thinks you need make
up. If you want to play around with colors and stuff, that’s fine, but he loves
your natural look the best. Plus, then he can kiss you (when he has the nerve) without
worrying about evidence being left behind for Noya to tease him about.
#21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs
Turn-ons: surprisingly (or not)
he’s turned on by a girl who is confident. He’s lacked it so long in his own
life, that seeing it in other’s instantly draws him to them. But he appreciates
kindness the most. Be gentle with any advancements on this poor boy, don’t want
to give him a heart attack.
Turn-offs: Pettiness and
cruelty, the fastest way for you to annoy him enough to say, “no thanks” is
being mean to others. He’s a sensitive soul and feels things deeply both for himself
and others.
#48: How do they express
love?
Initially he’ll be so subtle it
will be hard to notice. Probably carrying your books, opening doors for you and
just generally being a gentleman. Eventually, when he’s a bit more confident
and has an idea of what you are comfortable with, he’ll start expanding to more
overt gestures. Giving your hand a squeeze before you part for class,
complimenting you more openly, and holding hands on the way home from school.
Baby steps with this sweet baby.
#20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
Not really, he’s been fairly
healthy his whole life but there was
that incident with Momo when they were, like four years old, and he freaked out
because she kissed his cheek and he was convinced he’s contracted cooties.
#22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do,
what would happen?
Given his laziness, probably not
much, but if he were really bored and
there was nothing, nothing, nothing
to do he might list out his favorite idols and the memorabilia items he still
needs/wants to get.
#49: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their
fighting style like?
Well, we’ve seen how he handled
Haizaki and I imagine he’d be like that in pretty much any fight. Cool and
calm, with excellent body control, able to put down his attacker fairly quickly
because of his size and speed.
Sorry this took so long! I hope
you like it because I simply adore coach and think he deserves lots of love!
Keishin Ukai – #10 – “I might
have had a few shots.”
“Y/N!!” You jolt out of a deep sleep, startled by banging at
your door and the loud call of your name. Looking at the clock you see it’s
after one in the morning.
“Y/N, are you home?!”
Now that you’re more coherent you finally recognize that
voice; Keishin! Throwing on a robe you hurry to the front door and unlock it.
Opening it, you swiftly pull him in, shutting the door before asking in exasperation,
“Keishin, what in the world are you doing?! Do you know what time it is?”
He takes a step toward you and you notice he’s a bit
unsteady on his feet. Pointing his finger at you, he opens his mouth. “I need
to tell you something.”
“At this hour? Couldn’t it have waited until, oh I don’t know,
when you saw me after school?” You have to get up at the crack of dawn, just
like him you might add, to unlock the gym for your girls.
He’s pacing now, completely ignoring your question. “You know,
I’ve put a lot of thought into this, too much really.” He pauses and
you can see more clearly have inebriated he is. His hazy eyes meet yours as he
goes on, “I’ve decided to just get it over with.”
“What are you talking about?”
Stepping into your space, hands on your shoulders he looks
down at you and you can smell the alcohol on his breath; you really hope he
walked here.
“I’m in love with you.”
Um, what? You take a step back asking, “Keishin, how much
did you have to drink tonight?”
He shrugs. “I might
have had a few shots.”
“More than a few,”
you think but don’t argue the point. He’s leaning more heavily on you now so you
work your way to the couch, sitting down with him and patting his arm.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to sleep this off
here.” He protests weakly as you go to get a spare pillow and blanket, but by
the time you return he’s slumped over, passed out asleep. Smiling fondly at
him, you settle the pillow under his head, tucking his legs up on the couch and
covering him with the blanket.
It must have been some strong sake he had to bring him here
and say what he did which you aren’t even sure he’ll remember in the morning.
Part of you hopes he doesn’t because you’d rather have a love confession be
spoken with a coherent mind, especially from Keishin.
When your alarm goes off you groan; how can four hours feel
like five minutes? Rising you stretch and head to the bathroom. From down the
hall you can hear Keishin moving around in the kitchen, the scent of fresh
coffee wafting towards you. Your business completed, you head towards the
wonderful aroma and are greeted by the sight of a fresh cup on the table,
already creamed and sugared.
Keishin’s back is to you but he mumbles a good morning and
you return the sentiment. He’s probably suffering one hell of a hangover.
Inhaling deeply to enjoy the smell of your favorite brew, you thank him for
making it.
“It’s the least I could do after making an utter ass of myself
last night,” he grumbles, finally turning around with cheeks flushed, this time
from embarrassment instead of alcohol.
You wave your hand. “It wasn’t that bad,” you lie hoping he’s
forgotten the details.
He sets his cup down with a bang startling you. Pushing off
from where he leans on the counter, he closes the distance, drawing you out of
your chair and into his arms. Lips descend to yours, the taste of coffee and
cigarettes lingering.
You clutch his shirt, kissing him back, wondering if maybe
you’re still asleep and dreaming.
Lack of air makes you pull away, but Keishin keeps his hand
on the back of your head, his face close to yours.
“I meant what I said.” His voice is gravelly and he sounds
delicious enough to consume. “It wasn’t drunken talk; it just took me six shots
of sake and two beers to get the guts to tell you. That and Takeda-sensei
pointing out I have no reason to wait telling you the truth.”
He kisses you again, drawing you closer and you melt against
him. The boys and girls will just have to forego morning practice today.
Kei Tsukishima – Kiss #17 – following
the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck
Leaning against the wall of the gymnasium, Kei watches you
as you move about with Yachi-san and Shimizu-senpai, all three of you looking
rather lovely in your formal gowns. To him you always look lovely but especially
tonight in that dress. Colored black,
of course, and floor length it is the picture of elegance but it’s the plunging
neckline that makes his heart race. Somehow you’ve managed to look both
completely sensual and completely innocent, a combination that is currently testing
his level of self-control and hormones are in the lead by a wide margin.
He notices some bold second years making their way to the
three of you. Glancing to the right, he sees Nishinoya and Tanaka are already
on their way to protect Shimizu-senpai and by proxy Yachi-san; but you’re his and they know it. Closing the distance
quickly with his long legs, his hand touches your lower back. As you turn to
look at him, he casts a look over your head; the idiots are moving on, looking
for less watched after females.
“There you are,” you say beaming up at him and he has to
work to keep his eyes trained on your face. You’re not even showing that much
skin but it’s just enough to entice him. “I never realized how large the gym
is,” you comment looking around. It’s your first time coming to Karasuno.
Living as far as you do and with the rarity of time he gets to spend time with
you, Kei monopolizes it when you’re in town, keeping the two of you as far away
from the volleyball nuts as he can.
But tonight is their end of season banquet and thankfully
you were able to convince your parents to let you come and stay the weekend at
Yachi-san’s, for which Kei is immensely grateful, going so far as to sneak a small
pack of her favorite colored pencils with a simple thank you note to her bag
that afternoon. The blonde had blushed three shades of red but was beaming when
she found them.
A sudden thought makes Kei’s lips curl up in a devious smile
that he drops as your eyes return to his face. “Come on,” he says tugging your
hand, “I wanna show you something.”
You grasp the hem of your dress, heels clicking against the
wood floor as he leads you outside towards the block of buildings which house
their club room; he still has the key from helping earlier with the
preparations. Unlocking the door, he walks in, pulling you after him.
“What are we do-“ you ask but your question is cut off by
Kei’s lips on yours kissing you hungrily. Pleasantly surprised at his sudden
turn of affection, you kiss him back, running your hands up his back.
Kei pulls away after a few moments, making you gasp when his
lips trail down the side of your neck, going lower and lower. “Kei,” you
whisper, clutching his jacket, one part excited and one part nervous.
At the sound of his name, he changes direction heading back
up but doesn’t stop kissing you until his mouth is level with your ear. “I really like this dress on you,” he confesses
then kisses your lips once more.
You stay there until Daichi comes looking for
his errant middle blocker, invoking embarrassment in you and smug satisfaction in
your boyfriend. Kissing you breathless is worth the “dad” look he gets as he
hands his captain the key before leading you back to the gym.
In honor of the birth of the lovely @setter-crush-central here
is a fluffy, romantic birthday scenario with Sugawara Koshi!
The ringing of your cell phone wakes you from a lovely
slumber, a groan pulling from your lips when you notice it’s still slightly
dark outside. Who in the world would call you this early? Picking up the phone,
it’s light so blinding you’re unable to see who’s calling, you answer groggily,
“Hello?”
“Rise and shine beautiful,” Koshi’s way too chipper voice
says from the other end.
“Koshi, do you know what time it is?” you moan, rolling onto
your back.
“Yep, it’s time for you to get up! You have exactly one hour to get ready before I’m at your
house to steal you away, no matter your state of dress. So I suggest you get
moving!”
“You’re such a brat,” you grumble but your tone is laced
with endearment, a smile on your face he can hear in your voice.
“Yes, but you love me anyway,” he quips back. “Now hurry up,
I’ll see you in an hour.” He hangs up and you snort; he can be such a pest
sometimes but he isn’t lying. You love him anyway.
Rolling out of bed, you stumble to the bathroom. As you dry
off from your shower, you realize you forgot to ask what you should be wearing
so you shoot a text to your boyfriend before turning on the hair dryer. A few
seconds later you receive a reply: Something
comfortable, most likely would be best to wear layers. T-minus thirty minutes!
Rolling your eyes, you shoot an emoji of the same expression
receiving one with its tongue stuck out in return that makes you laugh.
Hair dried, you pick out dark denim jeans, tennis shoes and
your favorite shirt, throwing over it a sweatshirt you stolen from Suga when
you first started dating. When you finish applying your makeup, you send
another text asking if you should eat breakfast before he arrives.
Of course not! What
kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you were well nourished?
You shake your head, making your way to the kitchen to wait
for him. At preciously one hour since the time he called you there is a knock
at the door. Opening it you find your pretty (he hates that you call him that
but you do anyway because it’s true) boyfriend standing on your porch with a bouquet
of your favorite flowers and a backpack on his back.
Smiling, you take them, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks,”
you say before turning away to put them in a vase with water. That done, you
turn back to him. “So, where to first?”
“First, food,” he answers, taking your hand and tugging you
towards the door.
“Wait, I have to leave a note for my parents,” you say but
he shakes his head.
“I already told them our plans to make sure it was ok that I
stole you for the whole day,” he says and you smile; he’s so considerate.
Following him out, you lock the door and the two of you make your way down the
quiet, lamp lit streets. Soon enough you’ve arrived at a little café the two of
you have dubbed “your place” as it is the location of your first ever official date.
You’ve been coming here consistently throughout the length of your relationship,
their breakfasts one of the best in town.
“I thought about taking you somewhere new, you know, because
it’s your birthday and all, but I figured it would be better to take you where
I know you love the food,” Suga says as he pulls out your chair. You sit down,
not even needing to look at the menu.
You both order your favorite breakfasts, then looking across
the table smile at each other.
“So far so good,” you say playfully tapping the top of his
hand.
It doesn’t take long for your food to arrive since you’re
the first customers of the day. You actually had no idea this place opened so
early. As your piping hot breakfast is set before you, your mouth waters.
Giving thanks for the food, you both dig in, chatting idly about everything and
nothing as you often do.
Once the meal is over and Suga has paid, he takes your hand
again. You love that he always holds your hand no matter where you are. At
school, on the train, watching a movie, his hand consistently seeks yours,
threading your fingers together and maintaining a firm grip.
Your second stop is atop of hill where Koshi pulls out a
blanket from his bag. Setting it down, he sits, motioning for you to follow.
Once you are seated, he scoots right up next to you, wrapping his arm around
your shoulders.
“And, here we go, in three…two…one,” he says lowly. As he
ends, the sky begins to shift in color from light indigo to faded violet, then
pink, then orange. The sun crests the horizon, gold flashing across the
buildings of Torono Town, your vantage giving you a perfect view. You don’t
realize you’ve been holding your breath until your chest burns prompting you to
exhale. It’s been so long since you saw a proper sunrise.
“You light up my life,” Koshi says and you turn to look at
him, “even in my darkest times you’ve lit up my world with colors and beauty.”
“You’re so cheesy,” you whisper but you’re blushing.
Nuzzling your nose, he murmurs back, “You know you love it.”
The two of you turn your attention back to the scene before
you, Koshi with his arm still around you and your head on his shoulder. After a
few more minutes, he shifts and you look at him again.
“Ready for the next surprise?” he asks and you nod.
Standing up, he extends his hand and helps you to your feet.
Packing up the blanket, he slings the bag onto his back before taking your
hand.
You walk together to the train station. After a couple hours,
you arrive in the Yamanashi Prefecture.
Koshi hurries you along, clearly excited to spring his
surprise. Rounding a corner, you see a bus.
“What are we doing?” you ask as you board, Koshi showing
tickets to the host.
“Fruit picking and lunch at Kiyogato Kogen Hotel,” he
responds grinning.
You smile widely; this is something you’ve never done before
and you’re thrilled he picked an activity that will give you the whole day
together experiencing something new.
The rest of the day is spent window shopping, fruit picking
and eating some of the most delicious food you’ve ever tasted while meeting new
and fun people who are on the tour as well. Koshi is smiling his beautiful
smile the whole time, it getting bigger whenever he sees you really enjoying
yourself.
By the time you return to the train to go home, you’re full,
sleepy and happy. As you approach your door, you turn to face Koshi.
“Thank you for a wonderful birthday,” you say and kiss him
lightly.
“It’s not over yet,” he whispers then throws open the front
door.
“SURPRISE!!!”
Inside are all of Karasuno’s volleyball team, including
Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei along with your parents and a handful of your
other friends from school.
Looking at Koshi, your eyes wide, you splutter out, “How…when…you…”
“What? Did you think you’d get away with just celebrating
with him?” Noya-san asks loudly.
“Yeah, since when do we pass up an opportunity for fun and
food?” Tanaka pipes in with a laugh.
You grin wider, moving forward to greet each friend with a
large hug. Soon the party is in full swing, talking, laughing and more eating
taking place. You’re surprised you have room for any more food, but your mom
made your favorites so you can’t pass them up.
After all the presents are opened and the guests properly
seen on their way, you hug Koshi tightly, kissing him a bit longer. “This has
been the best birthday ever,” you sigh.
“One last thing,” he says reaching in his back pocket. Moving
his hand forward, he presents a long, thin box, wrapped with a red bow. Opening
it, you find a necklace with your birth stone hanging on it.
“Oh Koshi, it’s beautiful,” you breathe out. He takes it
from your hand, turning you around so he can put it on you.
When you look back at him, he smiles. “Now it’s beautiful,”
he replies. Leaning forward he kisses you once more before saying, “Sleep well
my love, I’ll see you at school on Monday. I love you.”
As you lay your head on your pillow, you fall asleep with a
smile on your face. You’re so happy to be loved by so many people but you feel
luckiest to be loved by Koshi.
Like I said, fluff!!!! I hope you enjoyed it and that you
have a super awesome birthday!! Also, I got the idea of the date when looking
for romantic things to do in Japan. Here is the link to the site I found with a
description of the outing.
Hi yzzy-gggg, thank you for the requests! I think
you’re right and these string together well. I agree the emperor could use some
love on this page and I hope you enjoy.
Seijuro Akashi – Kisses #42, #47, #51
#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over
things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed
#42: Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s
lap
#51: hands on the other person’s back, fingertips
pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of
bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
As you approach the Akashi Manor butterflies whirl
about in your stomach. It’s not every day you enter the dwelling of modern day
royalty. Smoothing your skirt for the hundredth time that morning, you stand
poised at the door, reaching toward the doorbell.
Its clear tone sounds through the hallway, signaling
to Seijuro you’ve arrived. Eyeing the clock, he’s pleased to note you’re early.
Punctuality is something he appreciates.
Outside you fidget as you wait, palms slightly
sweaty. It’s not just nerves of where you are, it’s who you’re about to see and be working with. Of all the people for
your teacher to assign you to work with it just had to be the one boy in the
entire school who utterly intimidates and captivates you. The door opens
revealing a butler in full suit.
He extends a surprisingly friendly smile. “Ah, you
must be miss ______-san, the young master is in the study. If you will please
follow me.”
You enter, trying to keep your expression from
showing the awe you feel for the beauty of Akashi-san’s home.
“May I take your coat?” the butler asks.
“Um, yes, thank you,” you reply allowing him to
remove it.
“This way,” he continues after hanging it up.
Your steps echo through the massive hallway, your
eyes trailing over all the exquisite artwork. In little time, you’ve reach the double
doors of what you presume is the study as your escort stops. He taps so gently
you wonder if anyone could possibly hear but a firm, “Enter,” confirms he has
been. He opens both doors, drawing back and ushering you forward with a bow and
extension of his arm.
“Young master, miss _____-san to see you,” he
announces. He stands again, ready at attention.
“Thank you, Tekkan, you may go,” Akashi-san says as
he rises from his seat. As the door shuts, you bow slightly.
“Good morning, Akashi-san,” you offer, thankful your
voice isn’t shaking.
“Good morning, _______-san, thank you for being willing
to come all this way. Normally I would say we could meet after school but I’m
sure you know I’m exceptionally busy preparing for the Winter Cup.”
You nod, working hard to maintain eye contact with
him, the intensity of his gaze making it rather difficult.
During the ensuing silence, Akashi observes you,
impressed by the way you carry yourself in what is most likely an uncomfortable
situation. His home, he knows, is not the most welcoming and himself rather…intense.
He just doesn’t know any other way to be; winners are focused. Partnership and
group projects are the bane of his existence but when he heard he’d been paired
with you, well, he knew two things.
One: the work would be perfect and two: the company would be enjoyed.
A natural observer, Akashi was rather startled the
first time he saw you. All day he couldn’t get you out of his head. There was,
and still is, something about you that draws him in, keeps his attention on
you. He wonders if you’ve sensed it, but figures probably not. For all his
focus on winning and the pride of one’s worth, he finds himself admiring your
humility. You’re kind to everyone, pleasant and respectful, your beauty
radiating from inward out.
“Shall we get started?” you ask pulling him from his
thoughts.
He smiles and you feel your legs shake. “Absolutely,”
he replies heading to the French double doors. Looking over his shoulder he continues,
“Forgive my rudeness, is there anything you would like? Tea? Water?”
“No, no, I’m fine, thank you,” you say hastily
following him outside where you see he’s set up, or had set up for him, all the
materials you need for your art project. Having a rather unconventional idea,
your art teacher decided it would be a good idea to have her students combine
their work on one canvas. Looking at the supply table, you see there are
multiple paint tubes, brushes and numerous canvass.
“I thought it best to have additional ones in case something
goes awry,” Akashi answers to your inquisitive look.
Of course, he would think that far ahead. Taking a
deep breath, you set down your bag, extracting a few books brought for
inspiration.
“We won’t need those.” Your red-headed companion’s
words surprise you.
“I…I’m not very good at painting freehand,” you
admit.
“In that case, allow me to guide you,” he offers. He
steps to a docking station, turning on light instrumental music before looking
back at you.
You tilt your head in confusion, but step in front
of the easel when he extends his hand towards it. Moving around you, he gathers
a palette, filling it with various colors. Taking a brush, he hands it and the
palette to you. As you step forward, you’re startled when he moves up right behind
you.
“Are you ok with this?” he asks covering your hand
with his own, fingers grasping the brush. Throat dry and heart pounding you can
only nod; truthfully, you’re a wreck but would be lying if you said you weren’t
getting a thrill of having him so close to you.
“Relax your arm, that’s it,” he says lowly in your
ear and you have to suppress a shiver. Slowly he guides your hand to the paint,
selecting the color he wants, and then pulls back, placing the brush against
the pure white canvas. With slow, deliberate movements, his breath fanning over
your neck, he moves your hand in long sweeping motions.
“I find painting while listening to music to be the
most inspirational,” he says gathering another color and moving back to the canvas.
“It allows your mind to wander free but at the same time helps you focus on
conveying the emotion of the piece, translating it from audio to visual.”
All you can focus on is the heat of his body next to
yours.
Akashi has no idea what possessed him to try this,
he barely knows you and yet here he is, his chest pressed into your back, his hand
over yours, his face so near your skin he can smell your perfume and all of it is working against his finely tuned
self-control.
When the paint runs low, he releases you, both of
you missing the contact more than you probably should. You stand stock still,
eyes focused on the work you’ve been creating together, though Akashi has been
doing pretty much all the work. Unable to stop yourself, you reach a hand
forward, the images he’s created feeling like their sucking you into their
depths. Warm reds, yellows, oranges and pinks swirl together in a typhoon of
color, darker purples and blues creating the impression of leaves dancing on a
fiery wind and in the center of it all there is what appears to be a heart.
You turn your head at the same moment Akashi looks
up from what he’s doing. When your eyes lock, it’s as if the rest of the world
disappears. You have no idea what’s going on between you, but it feels intense and
carnal and…the clatter of the art supplies landing roughly on the table snap
you out of your haze just long enough to realize Akashi is heading towards you
at a rapid pace.
A second later, you’re in his arms, his forehead
pressed against yours.
“_____-san,” he breathes out, your name a statement
and a question all at once. You barely nod and his lips are against yours. He
kisses you gently at first, but it builds quickly, his arms wrapping around your
waist tighter. He turns you around, pushing you against the closed doors, making
you gasp when your back hits the handles.
Akashi curses inwardly; it’s not like him to make a
mistake like that. Intent on rectifying it, he whirls you to the side, opening
the door and pulling you inside. He lands on the chaise, tugging you down onto his lap, his head craning up to reach your lips once more.
He can’t get enough of your taste, the natural
sweetness of your mouth, the intoxicating scent of your perfume and the feel of
your body beneath his hands. He’s never felt so out of control in his life.
You’re sure any second now your heart is going to
give out. Akashi is, like with everything else, excellent at kissing. A gasp
escapes your lips, eyes flying open, when his hand, hot and confident, trails
over the slightly exposed portion of your back between your shirt and your
skirt. He pushes it up further when he feels you lean more into him, pleased
you want him to keep touching you like this, his already bright eyes flashing
with heat looking at your dazed face.
A hand on the back of your head pulls your lips back
to his. He’s more insistent, more intense, holding you tighter and making your
head swim. Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, he smirks as you moan
lightly, tongue dancing with yours as he enters your mouth and you let him
lead.
“Akashi-san,” you whimper, knees shaking from the
effort to hold yourself up.
“Hmmmm?” he mumbles against your skin and you
tremble as his hand goes even higher.
Looking into his eyes, you hesitate, nervous about
continuing. You don’t even know why you’ve allowed yourself or him to do this;
you barely know each other! And sure, you have friends and acquaintances who
hook up all the time, sometimes with complete strangers, but this isn’t how you
normally are. The thought that you could have blown a chance with Akashi, of something
remotely real…
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks pulling away
slightly.
You don’t, but you will, because you’re not this
girl. You only have to nod once and he’s helping you to stand
back up, though you’re unsure if your legs will hold your weight. Thankfully,
he keeps hold of you.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that…”you swallow once,
finding it ludicrous that you could have your tongue down his throat thirty
seconds ago but you can’t get it to work long enough to tell him how you feel.
Shaking your head, you try again. Looking back up you finally breath out, “I
really like you and…and I’m not usually this…this…” you can’t even say the
words, looking away again.
He draws you back to his face, kissing the tip of
your nose and smiling. “_____-san, please do not think that I think less of you
because of this. Besides, I’m the one who put us in this position. It should be
me asking your forgiveness for my complete lack of decorum.”
“Does that mean…do you regret this?” you ask fearfully.
He shakes his head. “Not at all, in fact,” he leans
in again, kissing you gently before admitting, “I’d really like to take you out
on a date some time.”
“I’d like that,” you whisper.
“Next Saturday?”
“Perfect,” you reply smiling.
“Good, then let’s get this project done, shall we?”
he asks, taking your hand and leading you back out to the terrace.
Needless to say, you both received an “A” for your “stunning
representation of the tumultuous storm of the heart”.
Hello kazuhikonaori! I’ll do you one better for being so patient
to have your thirst quenched: you get both kisses!
Wakatoshi Ushijima – Kisses #5 and #47
#5: guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately
#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing
each other back against the wall/onto the bed
A knock on your door brings a smile to your face; Wakatohsi
is here! Smoothing down your hair and checking your makeup one last time you
scurry to open it, revealing tall, dark and handsome adorned in a black suit,
white shirt and no tie.
“Hey there,” you say smiling sweetly. You turn to grab your
bag but the sound of the door shutting startles you back to face him. “Wha-“your
question is cut off by insistent lips on yours, Toshi’s hands raking through
your perfectly styled hair drawing a muffled squeak from you.
Opening your eyes, you see his are closed, his brow furrowed
in deep concentration of kissing the living daylights out of you.
The next second you close yours again as he presses you up
against the wall, eager hands trailing over your hips and dipping under your
shirt. His touch is like fire, drawing a moan from your throat. Dipping down,
he picks you up in one motion, your shoes slipping off with a clatter to the
floor.
He moves further into your living room and you’re so glad you’re the only one home
tonight, though you highly doubt Toshi would behave like this if your parents
were home.
The lamp rattles back and forth when he bumps the table,
light flickering slightly and prompting him to put you down for a moment. Pulling
away you gasp out, “Toshi, what has gotten into you?” Not that you mind, but
this level of passion isn’t exactly on par with your boyfriend’s normal
behavior.
“You just had to wear this skirt,” he mumbles, his hands
caressing your bare thighs, wrapping under your butt to lift you again, this
time with your legs wrapped around waist. When he reaches the door of your
bedroom he pushes your back against it to free one hand long enough to open it,
fumbling with the handle because he won’t stop kissing you.
Finally, it opens and he stumbles forward, thankfully
projecting both of you onto your bed instead of the floor.
“Toshi,” you breathe out when his lips move from yours to
your throat, “We’re gonna be late.”
“Screw the dinner,” he says huskily. Pulling up he looks you
in the eyes and with a dead serious expression warns, “Don’t ever wear this
skirt unless you’re prepared for me to ravage you thoroughly.”
You mentally file away this information; it’s always nice to
have an ace in your back pocket to get your
ace right where you want him.
Awwww! Thank you for your choices! I went with Kuroo and Hyuga with #12! I got another response for Daichi so will probably tack on #30 to those two. Enjoy!
Kiss #12 – Accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and
just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart.
Tetsuro Kuroo
Kuroo stands holding the bar above his head on the train,
swaying slightly into the turn; he’s exhausted. Three straight weeks of earlier
than normal and all-day weekend practices have been draining his batteries but
it must be done; the team needs all they can get before the National prelims. Kenma,
playing his game, yawns prompting him to as well. They’re headed home after an
extremely long day.
Kuroo stretches as he looks out the window and it’s then he
catches a reflection of you seated behind him. He grins a bit as your head
bobs; you look as tired as he feels. A moment later, he catches your eye, his
smile widening as you send your own his way.
“Hey, ______-san,” he says, his voice gravely from shouting
at Lev all day about proper receiving and blocking, “what are you doing out
this late?”
“Hi Kuroo-san,” you return, moving to stand nearer so you
don’t have to shout from your seat; that and you just want to be closer to your
crush. “I had a group project to work on and since I was in this neighborhood
mom asked me to pick up some things. I got distracted window shopping so left a
bit later than I meant to.”
“Too many shiny things to look at?” he teases and you smack
his arm good-naturedly.
The two of you chit chat as the train continues on its way,
filling with more and more people as it goes. Eventually, you’re forced embarrassingly
close to Kuroo, his face just a hair’s breadth from your own. If you were to
angle your head and lift on your toes you’d probably end up kissing him; the
thought makes you break out in red and the fact that he can see you like that
just makes it worse.
Kuroo notices the redness of your face and frowns slightly;
are you too warm? There are a lot of people, all shoving and pushing to gain ground
on the train.
Suddenly, the train jerks and since neither of you were
holding on (due to no overhead bar real estate left) the momentum causes you to
stumble. Kuroo tries to help but over compensates turning what should have been
a smooth grab around your waist to help you remain upright into an embarrassingly
public fall into one another. He turns to take the brunt of the hit, you
landing against him as his back his the wall.
Both of you have wide eyes, faces even closer than before and
his arm still around your waist.
Kuroo has the most insane desire to kiss you. You’ve been
flirting for months, obviously into each other but he’s so busy he hasn’t
wanted to ask you out…at least not yet. But now, in this moment, his lips
twitch with the desire to cover yours. His eyes flick to yours before returning
to look at your lips again. You see the movement, sense the question and the
desire, and the knowledge that Kuroo Tetsuro wants to kiss you making your
stomach feel like it’s on a roller coaster.
Just when Kuroo thinks it’s going to happen, he feels himself
yanked backwards, Kenma dragging him by his backpack through the now open door
of the stopped train.
“Wait, Kenma, what- “but it’s too late, the doors shut and
you’re whisked away, face looking out at him as the train pulls away. “Damn it,
Kenma what the hell was that?”
The setter looks at him with an annoyed look. “The train was
leaving, we’re already late. Flirt on your own time.” He starts walking then
shoots over his shoulder, “That and you should at least as to take her on a
proper date first.”
Kuroo smirks at the second year, deciding that he’s right. And
that’s the first thing he’s going to do when he sees you again on the train tomorrow.
Junpei Hyuga
The final buzzer sounds, echoing through the momentarily
silent gymnasium. It’s over, Seirin has done it; they’ve beat Rakuzan High to
win the Winter Cup! A chorus of cheers erupts filling the vast space in a
deafening sound of celebration. As a photographer intern you’re right on the
floor, watching the final moments in breathtaking close proximity. You’re over
the moon happy for your best friends, Junpei and Teppei.
The click of your camera captures the celebratory moments,
including Junpei and Teppei’s high five. That
one you’ll be framing as a gift for Junpei.
Standing up you make your way forward, taking pictures as
you go. You’re so focused on looking through your view finder, that you don’t
notice the mass of people rushing the floor. A moment later, you’re shoved
roughly forward, instinctively protecting your very expensive equipment which
unfortunately leaves you unable to brace yourself for impact. Just as you
prepare to hit the floor, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling
you up. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find yourself in Junpei’s arms,
his (you think) endearing scowl deepening as he stares over your head at
whoever pushed you.
“Are you ok?” he asks looking down and you’re startled how
close your face is to his.
Swallowing once you nod, hands still clutching your camera.
Hyuga feels like punching someone; doesn’t anyone look where
they’re going? You could have been really hurt just now, possibly trampled by
all the people rushing about. His arms instinctively tighten around you at the
thought. Maybe it’s because he’s still high on adrenaline and feels like he can
do anything, but his vision full of your beautiful countenance, he can’t think
of anything else except how much he wants to kiss you.
You’ve been his steady outside support the entire season,
making time for him when he knows you’re super busy with all your school work
plus working your internship. Steadily, over the years, he’s grown quite fond
of you, just recently concluding it’s more than fondness; he really likes you.
Staring at one another, you see Junpei’s eyes flick to your
lips and stay focused there. Does…does he want to kiss you? You feel a sudden
wave of excitement at the thought. You’ve cared about him for a long time now,
wishing you had the guts to confess but never wanting to put more pressure on
him with all he had going on with school and the team.
Just as he thinks he’s going to do it, Hyuga feels an arm
around his neck, pulling him away from you.
“Come on, captain, we’ve gotta go debrief,” Teppei says,
casting a wide smile and wave to you as he drags off his friend.
You turn, disappointment flooding your chest, but a moment
later you feel a hand grab your shoulder, turning you back around. Junpei is
there, his breath coming in long pants.
“Wait for me?” he asks.
You smile, nodding yes. He smiles back, squeezing your shoulder
and then takes off to catch up with his team.
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