Thank you anon, I’m glad you enjoyed it! I hope you like
this (lots of creative license taken in regards to the car choice of course but
that just adds to the fun!)
When Haizaki first got his El Camino you thought it an
over-sized gas glutton. How could he want such a wasteful vehicle? When
questioned, his says with a gleam in his eyes, “What guy wouldn’t want a
car with a literal bed built in?”
Now, straddle above him under the black of night, waves crashing
not too far away, you’re beginning to see the benefits of his choice in
transportation. Especially when he grinds his clothed erection against your
rapidly dampening panties beneath your skirt.
“Ha..Haizaki,” you moan.
“Tch, glad to see you’ve come around.” He flips
your positions, pressing you none too gently against the haphazard pile of
pillows strewn on the bed of the car. “Then again I’m always glad to see
you come.”
He grinds down sending shock waves of pleasure through your
body making you gasp. Your hands clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into the
material of his shirt. When he moves his hand to start undressing you, you
whisper harshly, “No! Please, Haizaki, don’t stop.”
His grin is feral, body descending to fully cover yours.
Latching his mouth against your neck, he sucks hard bruising the skin and making
you writhe up against him.
“What’s this? You want me to make you come in your
clothes?” His lips move to your ear, hot breath panting against sensitive
nerve endings. “I knew you were a dirty girl, look at you letting me make
a mess of you like this.”
Your only response is a guttural moan when he presses his
throbbing, jean encased dick harder against you. Your breaths blend between
your mouths amongst hot, wet kisses. Heat begins to build from your insides
out, the friction of the cloth surprisingly erotic.
Haizaki can’t believe how undone you are, cursing and
moaning, clasping onto him in what feels like desperation. But he’s always been
a selfish bastard and much as this is turning him on, it’s not enough.
His movement startles your eyes open. “Haizaki,
wha-”
“I don’t want to come in my pants,” he growls,
shucking his jeans down till they’re around his ankles. He rips off your
panties, the smell of your sex hitting him like a baseball bat to the head.
Shoving into you quickly he grunts, “I want to come in you.”
Your breath catches in your throat from his rough entry but
the pain is fleeting giving way to pleasure when he pulls back and slams in
again at just the right angle. He pushes your skirt up till it’s bunched around
your waist, eager to touch your naked flesh. His digits burn against your skin,
gripping tight enough to brand you with the evidence of his embrace.
“Fucking hell,” he hisses between his teeth which
next latch onto your throat.
A pillow slips away during his frantic movement leaving his
knees to press against the harsh metal of the car bed but he ignores the pain,
it’s nothing compared to the feeling of being buried in your heat.
“Haizaki,” you whimper, inner walls clenching and
he knows you’re close.
“Not yet baby,” he orders pistoning harder. You
groan loudly, thankful for the distance between yourselves and decent society,
the crash of the waves hopefully drowning your cries. “Shit,” Haizaki
mutters,“ you’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck, I…I’m almost-” his
words cut off with an animalistic growl as he comes hard deep within you. His
hand snakes between your bodies, firmly pressing against your clit and
swiveling fast.
“That’s my bad girl,” he coos mockingly,
“come for me baby, I wanna hear you scream!”
“Haizaki!” A rush of wet heat hits his hand as
you finally reach sweet relief, his loose soft hair gripped tightly in your
fingers.
You’re both panting heavily, clothes bunched and mussed. He
kisses you lazily, smirking against your mouth. “Bet you don’t hate this
thing as much, huh?”
You shake your head slowly, eyelids adhering to the call to
close. Haizaki somehow finds the strength to pull up his pants, sliding the
belt into place before lying next to you once more.
You have bruises on your neck and hips while he’s sporting
his own on his knees but you both don’t mind the reminders of your nights of
passion.
It’s just one of the reasons why you’re so perfect for him.
I decided to combine these two, I hope you don’t mind!
“Absolutely not,” Akashi states earning a severe pout from
Kise.
“But Akashi-cchi!” the blonde whines, “it’s for a good
cause!”
“Then I’ll just donate directly. I refuse to be a part of
such a ridiculous event.” His voice is calm but firm, finality in his tone. He
turns to leave only to practically be bowled over by you. Akashi steadies
himself and you, smirking inwardly at the flush of embarrassment on your cheeks
but extends what some would perceive a kind smile. “Be careful, ______-san,” he
admonishes gently.
“Sorry, Akashi-san! I’m just in a bit of a rush to-“
“______-chan!” shouts one of your friends as they run up
behind you. “Slow down, everything will be fine!”
You turn to look at the cloister of three girls as they stop
next to you and the two basketball prodigies. Flushing a deeper shade of red,
you comment, “There’s still so much to get ready!” Looking up at Kise, you smile
warmly. “Thanks for helping us out, Kise-kun!”
Kise’s lips tilt up in a flirtatious grin and Akashi has to
refrain from smacking it off his face; never mind the fact he doesn’t know
Akashi himself is interested in you. “It’s no problem, ______-cchi!”
Akashi barely hides his surprise when you say, “And thank
you, too, Akashi-san.”
He schools his face into polite recognition. “It’s my
pleasure to be of assistance, _____-san.”
A deep flush erupts over your face and before you can
embarrass yourself further you sprint off again, calling out, “See you at the
auction!”
As the rest of the girls make their way after you, Akashi
turns a cold stare onto Kise. “You told her I’d help? Before you even asked
me?”
Kise can’t help a thin sheet of sweat appearing on his brow
but he knew if he couldn’t get Akashi committed, none of the other of the General of Miracles or Kagami-kun would
help at the bachelor auction for the girls’ basketball team. Swallowing his
nerves, he says, “I’m sorry, Akashi-cchi, but they really needed help! Besides,
it will be fun! A bunch of girls clamoring over each other to win a day with
us, what could be better?”
“I could think of a number of things,” Akashi snaps.
Sighing, his index finger and thumb rubbing his forehead, he continues, “But seeing
as you’ve already gotten her hopes up, I can’t very well back down.”
“I knew you’d do it! Especially for ______-chan!”
A dark chuckle leaves Akashi’s throat. “So, you knew, huh?”
“Akashi-cchi, I’m not as dumb as you all think I am,” Kise
remarks dryly. Then, brightening up again, he adds, “Now, can you call other
guys and make them come too?”
Another sigh leaves Akashi’s lips but his fingers are
already pressing the keys of his cellphone, a message ordering the rest of his
former team and their newest frenemy to join them at the auction. Needless to
say, everyone complies, whether they want to or not.
“Eh? There’s a lot of girls here, Kise-chin,” Murasakibara
mumbles around his snack stick.
“Tch, maybe this won’t be so bad after all,” rumbles Aomine,
eyeing the sea of estrogen milling about the gym.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this,” Kuroko mutters,
startling Kagami who curses in surprise.
“Baka! No one will notice you anyway,” grunts the ace.
“No need to be rude, Kagami-kun,” Kuroko replies evenly.
“This is highly undesirable, what if I end up being
purchased by my opposite sign? Or someone who’s luck is bad?” grumbles Midorima.
“Will all of you stop worrying?” Kise laughs. “This isn’t a
big deal. Just a day spent with a lovely girl! Easy!”
Back stage, you’re a nervous wreck watching the proceedings
of the event begin. How your friends ever talked you into something like this
you’ll never know but from the very first male put out for auction you can
already see it’s a great idea because the bids are pouring in like crazy.
One after the other of those who have agreed to have a day
with them auctioned off come and go, the generation of miracles actually being
the funniest because the boys are just so flustered, save for Aomine who
oversees his own bid war.
When Akashi takes the stage, a hushed whisper carries over
the crowd of women; no one appears bold enough to bid on the confident male.
That is, until one of your friends from the tennis club speaks up. Her bid
brings out others and soon it’s an intense battle between her (and the rest of
your friends who keep upping the ante) and another girl. Eventually the sum
grows to an insane number and you wonder how in the world your girls are going
to pay when they win. They look surprisingly calm considering the sum they just
committed to but you don’t have time to consider it further when other needs
vie for your attention.
At the end of the event, you’ve found your quota goal was
hit by the bid war on Akashi alone which means you have a rather large surplus
for which your coach is practically crying tears of joy over.
When your friends make their way to you, you open your mouth
to interrogate them about the bid war when the instigator of it stops your
words cold with some of her own. She gently ushers Akashi forward, saying
through a mischievous smile, “Happy birthday, ______-chan, he’s all yours.”
The next morning dawns a Saturday and you find yourself
opening the door to let Akashi in. You’ve no idea what to do with him for the
next 24 hours and so had suggested the two of you meet at your house to discuss
what to do and/or where to go. He’d been very amiable to the idea but as he
enters your home clad in dark designer jeans and snuggly fit button-down shirt
you feel your mouth go dry; what the heck were your friends thinking?
“I’ll be right there, Akashi-san, make yourself
comfortable,” you advise making your way to the kitchen.
Aksahi seats himself on your loveseat, eyes trailing around
the room. He smiles, glad for this opportunity to have one on one time with
you.
When you return with a tray of lemonade and ginger snap
cookies, you take a seat next to him, the feeling of electricity humming over
your skin. He accepts the glass you extend to him with a murmured thanks,
taking a sip.
“This is exceptionally good,” he compliments.
“Thank you, it’s my secret recipe,” you reply smiling.
Silence descends and you struggle to come up with
conversation topics, but what you are supposed to talk about with Akashi Seijuro?
He’s been your crush since middle school, an unattainable distant dream that
never left because he’s always been in your periphery. A delicate blush crawls
over your cheeks, descending your neck when remembrances of fantasies of what
it would be like to kiss Akashi come flooding into your mind. Why are you
thinking of those and now of all
times?
Akashi watches you closely, taking inventory of your
expression, the pattern of your breathing, the pallor of your skin and they all
add up to one thing; he wasn’t mistaken in his conviction that you are
attracted to him as well. But he can see you’re uneasy, maybe even
uncomfortable and it gives him an unpleasant feeling.
Meeting his eyes, words rush out of your mouth before you
can consider the consequences of them. “I’m sorry my friends made you end up
with me.” His eyebrows rise slightly but before he can say anything you’re
already talking again, “I mean, I know I’m not the type of person you’d want to
spend an hour with let alone a whole day so I won’t be mad if you want to
leave.” You try for a small smile but the damage is already done, your
self-deprecation banging against his ear drums like an annoying clang.
As he carefully sets down his glass, you look away,
unwilling to watch him leave. A touch against your chin has you flinching in
surprise. Akashi’s grip is firm but gentle as he guides your face back to his
own. His eyes are open a bit wider, the two hues almost glowing and you catch
your breath behind your teeth.
This was not the way he’d planned on progressing, but Akashi
simply cannot abide by you having so low of an opinion of yourself. “If that’s
how you feel, then I’ll have to let you in on a little secret.” His hand flits
delicately over your skin to clasp to the side of your neck, his touch
producing a wave of goosebumps. Slowly he leans forward, breath ghosting the
shell of your ear as he whispers, “Your friends were merely instruments in my
plan to get you alone.”
Akashi stood near but
separate from the cluster of his fellow basketball players, eyes fixated on
your figure as you rushed about taking care of the last-minute details. It
irked him to no end to have the real object of his affections so near when you
might as well be a thousand miles away. The members of the girls’ team were, of
course, not bidding because the whole point was to raise money for the team and
if they were to join in, well, that would defeat the purpose. Never one to
pout, Akashi felt the closest to doing so as he ever has in his life, even
since he was a child.
It isn’t as though he
lacked the confidence to ask you out but contrary to his attitude towards
basketball and almost everywhere else in his life, Akashi does not want to
resort to obtaining love by exerting his will. He wants you to want him on your
own volition and though he’s fairly sure you feel similar to himself as he does
to you, he’s never one to jump the gun on important things.
It’s a remarkedly
irritating position to be in but he’s a much more patient man than people give
him credit for. But that doesn’t mean he’s above creating a situation where
there is more opportunity for something to happen, even if the creation of it
is a bit convoluted. The idea came to him in a burst of inspiration when he saw
your same friends as before twittering together next to the stage, pointing at
himself and the other guys.
He made his way
confidently to them, putting on his most endearing smile. “Good afternoon
ladies,” he opened smoothly. They all fell silent, some in awe while others in
fear but he didn’t keep them waiting for his words. “I have a request to make
of you, if you would be so kind?” They looked at each other for a moment, then
the bravest of them nodded her head ever so slightly.
“Great, this is what I
want you to do,” he went on and explained his plan.
“Wha…wait…you…” Your eyes are wide open, the truth of Akashi’s
words hitting you like a freight train. He manipulated the bidding…all to get
time with you?
“Akashi-san,” you breathe out and he has to suppress a
shudder at the feel of your breath against his lips, “that…you spent too much
money! You didn’t have to do that.”
“Oh? And why is that, pray tell?” His tone is light, teasing,
almost as if he already knows what you’re going to say.
You swallow thickly, words getting stuck in your throat like
peanut butter but you press on in a burst of courage you didn’t even know you
had until this moment. “Because I would have spent time with you for free,” you
confess.
He smiles a bit more warmly, his other hand joining its
partner behind your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, _____-chan. Helping
your team in the process is just icing on the cake.” He locks eyes with you
more firmly, a flirtatious fire burning in his irises. “Though I advise you take advantage of the
situation, this is probably the only time in my life I’m willing to submit to
someone else. So, make it count.”
You can’t stop a violent shudder from coursing over your
body at the heat laced in his words. Should you do this? Literally take
advantage of him? Though, even with you in charge of whatever happens today,
you can’t help but feel the pull of Akashi’s strings in every instant. But you
can’t find it in yourself to care because you now know whatever he does he
isn’t doing solely because you ordered it, but because he wants to do it.
And that makes it so much better.
“Akashi-san, kiss me.”
Akashi leans forward, kissing you lightly at first. His
touch ignites a fire in your veins, breeding something akin to desperation and
you whimper against the suppleness of his lips. You feel him smile but you’re
not sure if its benevolence or something darker that hides behind his
expression when he pulls away.
“More, please.” The tables have turned already, but Akashi’s
been playing this game longer than you.
“I’m sorry, I only follow orders,” he replies smugly.
Your cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink as you respond, “Kiss
me more, Akashi-san.”
A startled gasp falls from your lips when Akashi pulls you
into his lap, arranging your legs to straddle him. “I aim to please, master,” he purrs, sending a shock wave
of heat over your whole body. His head cranes up, lips touching yours
delicately, teeth gently scraping against the sensitive flesh making you
shiver. His hold grows tighter, hand weaving into your hair as he tugs you
further down. Your breaths mingle, heat growing exponentially between your
bodies and when he finally seals your mouth with his own you can’t stop the low
moan that comes from the back of your throat.
Akashi returns the sentiment, snaking his arm fully around
your waist to hold you close. He’s already half hard, practically going out of
his calm collected mind with desire to ravish you properly. But he forces
himself to go slow, to wait for your instructions and leave all the power in
your hands. Besides, he wants to savor this, wants to savor you.
Your heartbeat feels like a jackhammer against your chest,
the scent of Akashi’s cologne overwhelming your senses while his tongue does
quick work of making you weak kneed. You don’t remember pulling on him, but the
next thing you know you’re on your back on the couch with him above you. His
lips trail down your neck, nipping and licking the sensitive skin making your
body arch and writhe beneath him.
Akashi is struggling to maintain control of himself. As much
as he wants you, he knows it’s too soon to go much farther than this but his
hands seem to have a mind of their own as they weave under the fabric of your
shirt to touch your flesh. You arch again, chest pressing to his and he groans
deeply into your mouth.
“______-chan, we…we should stop,” he pants but you tug him
back down with surprising force.
“We’re done when I say we’re done, Seijuro.” Your voice is
rough and lust filled sending pulsing waves of longing through his whole body
straight to his groin.
“Fuck,” he hisses as your hips lift causing your
ever-growing heat to press against his now fully hardened erection. Momentarily
abandoning his roll of the submissive he growls out, “If you keep that up, I
can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”
Your body is screaming for him, want coursing through you
like a raging rapid. The logical portion of your brain is admonishing you to
stop but you can’t, not when he’s kissing you like this and touching you like
that and, oh god right there!
“Seijuro, touch me,” you whimper canting your hips up to
emphasize where exactly you want his hand. Akashi complies quickly, thrusting
his hand up your skirt to shove aside the cloth of your panties.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against your neck, fingers
exploring the contours of your most intimate area. A rush of heat stains your
cheeks at his words but you don’t want him to stop.
“Please, Seijuro, please,” you beg, voice shifting to a
higher octave when he slowly pushes two digits into your core. Akashi swallows
your deep moan of pleasure, his tongue probing and tasting all that it can
reach. He takes the reigns now, following instinct on what to do; he’s not
completely naïve, he’s seen a few videos here and there (it can’t be avoided
being Aomine’s friend after all).
His thumb finds your clit and presses hard prompting you to
tear your mouth away from his to release a loud wail of his name. It drives him
higher, his hand pumping faster to bring you to your end.
“Come on, _______-chan, come for me,” he orders. You do,
violently, your body shaking hard against his.
Both of you have sweat adorning your brows, clothes rumpled
and askance with mussed hair and glazed eyes. When you finally look at each
other again, content smiles are exchanged. Akashi extracts his hand carefully,
grabbing a napkin from the tray to clean you and his fingers before he caresses
your cheek and kisses you gently.
When he pulls away you can’t help teasing, “What happened to
me being the master?”
“The day is still young, ______-chan. I think you could use
more practice, though it may be preferable to take these types of activities
back to my house.”
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