i felt like posting these (they’re aged up in these i guess)
yachi is really shy at the
beginning as expected but oikawa makes sure she is comfortable
they take it really slow at the
beginning, oikawa takes her on 4 dates before he even dares holding
her hand as he doesn’t want to scare her away, after the 5th
yachi tries to kiss oikawa but she can’t even reach him while
standing on her tiptoes and oikawa finds it adorable (he leans down
to her when he notices what she wants to do though)
when they finally agree on dating,
iwaizumi is the first one to know. he actually is good friends with
yachi (gimme platonic iwayachi ugh)
every single person around them
approves their relationship as they see how gentle and mature oikawa
is towards yachi (she brings out the best in him)
height difference
whenever they’re holding hands,
yachi blushes like crazy but as soon as she looks up, oikawa meets
her gaze with a reassuring smile (he obviously has red cheeks too he
is blushing and his eyes are shining and !!!)
oikawa and yachi go to the same
coffee shop every morning and oikawa always insists on paying for
yachi’s stuff
which is why yachi got oikawa a
giftcard for 300 donuts for his birthday (oikawa loves donuts nearly
as much as he loves milk bread) to repay him
SELFIES. they take alot, like
these cute mirror couple selfies and oikawa rests his chin on
yachi’s head and wraps his arms around her waist
THEY USUALLY SET THEIR SELFIES AS
LOCKSCREENS (but once a butterfly landed on yachi, oikawa took a pic
and since then that is his whatsapp background)
yachi got her hair cut even
shorter after the first year of college and she was super worried
about it but oikawa was so excited that he accompanied her to the
hairdressers
oikawa LOVES doing yachi’s hair.
he loves to braid it and he loves curls on her so sometimes he curls
it for her as she’s super lazy
they move in together because well
yachi is always at oikawa’s appartment anyways, even her curling
iron is at his home not her’s
ngl oikawa is taking really good
care of her and yachi makes sure oikawa doesn’t overwork
HEIGHT DIFFERENCE
yachi loves flowers so oikawa
often tries to get her some (he usually picks them in a random
garden aaaah)
they go on vacation together after
dating for some time and they go to the beach
yachi has never been to the beach
before because her mom didn’t have time and there was no other
opportunity
she is amazed by how beautiful the
sun looks shining down onto the sea
yet she is also scared by the
water as she has never been in a situation like that before
somehow they work something out
and oikawa carries yachi
she is really frightened though and
clings to him
he caresses her back as he walks
further into the water and whispers sweet nothings into her hair
he also kisses the top of her head
and they’re just really happy together
did i mention the height
difference?
Pls ship them w me
also, they probably laugh about
dumb jokes together and it’s adorable
yachi’s mom loves oikawa because
he seems like the ideal boyfriend but he is really just a dork
oikawa is really patient with
yachi and tries to teach her alot of things although she might be
clumsy at times. he only laughs it off then and gives her a long
warm hug when she’s feeling frustrated
also shoutout to @ushiwakatoshis for listening to me whine about oiyachi
Thank you, Jade!!! You’re simply amazing to everyone, and I really really hope you like this. It took me so long because I wanted to write something nice for you, and it is the first time someone requests Ukai so it was a bit of a challenge. Stay gold, Jade!!
Being the coach of a team consisting of teenagers
always took Ukai to a nostalgic trip. As he watched them play he couldn’t help
to remember when he was the one in the court. He was taken back to the time
when he was young, and he had made more than one mistake.
He suspired with his hands resting on his hips as he
supervised yet another day of training. On that specific day he was absent, and
rather wistful.
Ukai always believed she would always be his best friend. Since high
school and eight years after they had graduated that hadn’t change one bit. But
life is ironic, life is full of unexpected occurrences.
He couldn’t really call it ‘unexpected’ when it was
ignorance what was at fault. He hadn’t known what he wanted until it was
snatched out from his hands. They had spent their whole life growing side by
side. They were so close that he had never thought of the idea of she being far
away.
Until she started postponing plans, being unavailable,
ending phone calls too soon, he realized something in their current
relationship was changing and he wasn’t exactly delighted by it.
Woke
up sweating from a dream
with a different kind of feeling.
All day long my heart was beating
searching for the meaning.
He had no right to be surprised or shocked. Learning that she was
starting to see someone was the natural course of life. She wanted more,
something new. He didn’t expect her to neglect one of the most basic needs a
human being could have, such as love. He simply never gave it a thought.
He had never been one to be head-over-heels for someone. He wasn’t the
romantic type of man, he was more of a lone wolf and he had found their
friendly relationship extremely comfortable. So damn comfortable that it never
occurred to him that maybe there was more between them. Why fix something that wasn’t broken?
Now there was something broken, and he didn’t know how to fix it. He stared
as he threw an arm around her shoulders pulling her closer to him. She shyly
smiled and shrunk herself in his arm. Her whole expression shouted the
need of that, of being loved and being treated with love. Their friendship was
beyond marvelous. He could list all the good moments they had shared, and he
would never end counting. But there was only so much a friendship could
provide. It wouldn’t be enough forever.
Eventually a man would see her as the woman she was. And how much he
wished right then that he could be that man. It was an infinitely childish
wish. He had wanted her until he saw her with someone else. Still, Ukai wished
he could turn things around. He hoped for the day when she called him to let
him know it was all over, that the strange man would no longer kiss her lips,
take her hand, or interfere in their lives.
Then, he would play his part. He would show her little by little what
was inside him. He would unveil what was hidden entirely unafraid and ready to
be the man she needed.
Sadly, all of that was only hopeless wishing.
All my
hidden desires finally came alive
No, I never told lies to you so
why
would I start
tonight?
And as months passed, his heart broke a bit more each day. It was clear as
water that she wasn’t his. She was the woman of another man and he should
accept the reality he had put himself into. Decades of knowing each other, and
he never attempted anything. She would be furious with him.
‘Why now’? She would ask.
Ukai would shrug and shake his head. If only he knew. More than anyone,
he was the one who wished he could’ve realized sooner the truly magnificent
adoration he felt for her. His hands twitched with the urge for her skin every
time he had her in front of him. He was wretched, and in love with the girl he
could never leave, and neither could he have. Because, unrequited love or not, she was still his best
friend, his box of secrets and source of joy. He would never be able to be far
away from her, even if that meant to be hurt. It would be more painful to be
without her.
Hazel
eyes, I was so color blind
We were just wasting time
For
my whole life, we never crossed the line
Only friends in my mind, but now I realize
It was a random Friday night, one of those where he
reunited with some of his old friends to catch up on life. Nights like that
were slowly becoming a rare thing. The more they grew up, the more were the
responsibilities they had to assume.
Ukai was trying to avoid looking her way. His head was
already lighter than usual, and the least thing he wanted was to drop his façade. He
had done and spectacular job by keeping a poker face all those months, but it
could crumble down at any given moment if the right chance was presented to
him. He was going to give that one night to himself.
He had passed the night triumphantly without even
connecting his eyes with hers. He assumed she had gone early, and decided to
put up the ghost act where you simply leave the party without saying goodbye,
so no one really notices you’re gone after awhile.
He said his own goodbyes to his friends making an
unnecessary loud departure. The party inside was still louder than him, either
way. He pulled out a cigar, and lighted it up. The night was humid and hot and
he had no other option but to walk home. As he lifted his head ready to start
his late night journey, he found her standing alone across the street.
He called her name out of instinct. She turned around startled,
but her expression soon changed to an odd, unstable smile.
“You’re leaving already. I didn’t see you all night,” she said to him still
from across the street. She was hugging herself, and there was no cold breeze
to blame for that.
“Is everything okay?” he asked. She showed the odd
smile again and nodded.
“Yeah. Don’t worry about me, Keishin.”
In other circumstances Ukai might as well had believed
her and continued his way. However, he was mildly drunk and an unprecedented
bravery sprouted from him. He walked up to her, and stood way too close.
He knew how her traits looked when she was fine, when
she was happy. What he was seeing wasn’t similar to joy. He was looking at a
couple of sad eyes clouded with undefined emotions.
He raised his hand resting it on her cheek. She softly
gasped at the gesture.
“What’s the matter?”
Tears instantly filled her eyes and her lips trembled.
She shook her head. “Nothing I can tell you right now. I just needed a minute
outside.”
“Is it him?” he dared to ask. She shook her head
again.
“I-I… I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Please, go.”
“What did he do?” his voice was deeper that time
around. If the stranger man had dared to do even the slightest damage to her,
then Ukai couldn’t leave the place just yet.
“Nothing. He has done nothing…” her eyes exanimated
his face, and the third smile she threw at him was one he recognized well. The
smile of nostalgia he gave to his volleyball boys, to old pictures of them in
high school, it was that exact smile. “He just… he isn’t…” she closed her eyes
unable to continue provoking a couple of tears to roll from both her eyes.
He stared in shock, and the barrier he had created
crashed down. He had begged for a chance, hadn’t he?
He tilted down his head, and with the hand that was
already on her face, he pushed her closer to him pressing his lips on hers.
Ukai felt the surprise, followed by her lips pressing against his and her hands
unhurriedly embracing his neck.
“He isn’t you,” she whispered after the kiss was
finished.
Even if I
could not see it all this time
Now
I know why my heart wasn’t satisfied
No more guessing who
Looking back now I know it was always you
——
Thanks for the request! I REALLY hope you liked it!
Ahhhhhh!!! I loved the rememberances and that feeling of nostalgia when you’re watching a repeat of your young life before you.
It ended wonderfully and I felt your interpretation of the lyrics was great!
“T…Tia…” Kasamatsu stammers, trying to ground himself before speaking further. When he’s gathered his bearings, he looks to you–a blush still very evident on his cheeks. “I know you’ve been having a rough time…and there’s not much I can do to help..” He pauses, taking your hand in his. “But I’ll be here for you if you need anything…I can promise that much.” He assures you–and while his cheeks are still well lit, you can’t help but melt at the sincerity in those words.
Just a little something for Admin Tia!! ;v; I don’t have a lot I can give right now, but I thought maybe this might at least brighten up your day a bit! Sorry if this sounds too strange;;; I haven’t written or drawn kasamatsu before but I tried my very best!!
This is so sweet! Thank you for being such a ray of sunshine for us and supporting people through your wonderful art. I’m sure Tia will love it!
Plug-ins: If you want to commission me or want to donate, I’ll be happy to accept! Commissions are still wide open!
Thank you for requesting this! I would suggest you guys read the first part before reading this one. Female!Reader here because this is full-blown NSFW.
The car ride is silent, and you dare say it’s the slightly awkward type of silence. Himuro insists that you bring him home, but in the context of this situation, he’s the one bringing you to his home regardless of your position behind the wheel. He also insisted that he drive, a demand you quickly turn down—the few shots he took might already have taken effect.
And by that, the effect those drinks had on him involved how he treated you back in the purple-lit VIP room in that club. You still remember those big palms on the bare skin on your waist from under your shirt, his breath on your face, the sensation of his perfect teeth making their mark on your neck…
He has to be drunk.
When the traffic light turns red, you stop the car, but your mind reels faster than ever. He’s sitting beside you. In the passenger seat. Probably looking way more handsome than he’s supposed to, thanks to how the wind tousled his hair through the half-open window. You don’t have enough courage to see if he’s actually looking at you, but it’s a chilly night, and you can feel his gaze burning the side of your face.
Green flashes in front of you and you silently thank the gods for letting you distract yourself by focusing on driving again. The roads are empty, though, which provided no challenge whatsoever that requires extra attention.
“I wanted to drive to prove that I’m not drunk,” he suddenly says in a deep murmur. You jump under your skin at his voice. It reeks of desire, much more desire compared to what he exhibited earlier when he whispered into your ear. You’re filled with a mix of complicated emotions: nervousness, fear, excitement, hopefulness, lust—it creates an incomprehensible concoction that boils at the bottom of your stomach.
“I don’t want to risk our safety,” you reply, trying to sound as professional as possible. He sees through the farce quite easily, though, as he notices the way you swallow and how you seem to blink a little more than you usually do.
As you turn into the street of his house, located in an extremely respected neighborhood where people of his caliber reside, Himuro’s hand is on your knee before it slowly snakes up to rest upon your thigh. You forget to breathe under his watchful gaze.
“Come on, __________,” he purrs, “how can I prove to you that I really like you?”
The first part of his sentence provides a great contrast with the words he utter next: how could someone sound so seductive and poised for a second and turning vulnerable and desperate the next? His effect on you is not different than the effect of alcohol—it slowly lulls you, sends a warm buzz throughout your body. You sigh as his hand travels higher just as his house is in sight.
You stop in front of it, looking over to him, hoping that he would just unbuckle his seatbelt, say goodnight, and meet you tomorrow morning as if nothing ever happened.
He looks back at you. The emotions behind steel gray eyes are even more unreadable than they usually are, but his hand, now grabbing your wrist as your grip on the steering wheel loosens, tells you that he wants you and that he’s not going to regret any of this in the morning.
“Himuro, I don’t think it’s proper if we—”
“I told you I like you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, I know! And believe me, I like you, too, but…”
A jogger passes by, sending a curious (if not suspicious) glance towards your general direction before looking straight ahead and going on his way. Your voice was slightly raised, so there’s a possibility that he might have heard what you were saying. In addition, Himuro’s face is all over Japan thanks to his celebrity status. For a moment you are overcome with anxiety: Himuro’s hand prying you away from the steering wheel, your raised voice… hopefully it doesn’t spell trouble.
The man sitting next to you seem to have other things in mind.
“You like me?”
You realize what you just blurted out. A voice in your head—your voice—screams in embarrassment of the unintentional confession. Are you so pent up that you cannot even keep your feelings in check?
All thoughts slip your mind the next second, as Himuro has his lips on yours in a gentle kiss. It doesn’t take much for him to make you melt into his touch except for him to simply be himself, and he takes that to his advantage, cupping your jaw to bring you in closer. You feel the urgency behind every kiss that he leaves on you, the desperation and some sort of relief hidden by his sigh.
When you open your eyes back again, you see his face so close to yours, eyes hooded and cheeks slightly flushed. It’s a side of Himuro no one has ever seen before. And suddenly, like you have been hypnotized, you know Himuro isn’t drunk and that you’re going to walk through the entrance to his house together with him.
He growls, mouth suckling at a nipple with incredible fervor as you fight the urge to fall on the floor from the weakness in your knees. Himuro commends himself for being able to persevere for this long—he could’ve just ravished you against the door to his house instead of in his bedroom, or in the car, or in the club precisely half an hour ago. The sight of you under that sensual mauve light triggered something in him, something he’s kept bottled up for since who knows how long.
It must’ve been somewhere in the middle of your manager-artist relationship with him that he fell for you, he thinks as he plays with your other nipple. Your genuine kindness, understanding, and the quiet support you provide lures him into a trap that is romantic feelings. Now, though, he has nothing more to worry about, and he is set free by the touch of his skin against yours.
You are lost in pleasure, judging by the way your voice wavers in pronouncing his name when he leaves a hickey on your breast. You’re calling him Tatsuya for the second time in the entirety of you knowing each other—the first was back in the club as he cornered you against the wall, after a series of hot kisses, similar to those he’s sending down your torso. You buck your hips unconsciously when he hovers over your panties, leaving a slow kiss and a wet sound from over the fabric.
“Let’s get you more comfortable,” he whispers, picking you up and lightly throwing you on a plush surface that you realize is his bed. Half of you still cannot believe this is happening: he’s all around you, the scent of him on the sheets, his body hovering above you as he sucks at the side of your neck, the puffs of air he exhales while he travels down your body.
“A-ah, Ta-Tatsu… ya…”
He groans at your salacious voice, a delicious response to the sensation of his lips against your cunt, your panties now around your ankles. He’s heard you laugh before, sigh before, but never crying his name out like that before. A fiery determination to get you so lost in pleasure that you’re unabashedly moaning out his name seeps under Himuro’s skin as he begins to work, sucking at your most intimate part.
“I’d go easy on you,” he murmurs against your wet core, the vibrations of his voice rendering you helplessly gripping the sheets, “but I’ve been holding back for so long.” He leaves an audible smooch down there and your blush deepens. “You want this, too, right?”
“Mmh—”
His finger pressing against your clit isn’t really helping you regain some sort of sane thought.
“Say it.”
“Oh yes,” you finally pant out, “please, Tatsuya, I want you—”
Your last syllable draws out into a loud moan, one that can probably be heard by the neighbors, as he dives right back in, his tongue imitating that which is yet to come and his finger playing with the bundle of nerves that sends your hands treading his hair. Your fingers are tugging at his dark locks, urging him for more. Himuro gladly complies, too lost in his own pleasure from the utterly sinful taste of you—he swears he can live between your thighs forever, licking and sucking at your juices as he sends you over the edge, rewarding him with more of your cum.
Not long after, your body shakes and so do your hips, moving as if they have their own mind to meet his touch, and he knows you’re close. You let out a sharp “ah!” as he plunges two fingers into you, his lips closing in around your clit, and at that moment you’re gone, lost in the hot white heat that wrecks your body.
Himuro watches you unfold, letting out his own satisfied moan at how utterly divine you look—your hair disheveled, the arch of your naked body, the pertness of your nipples, and how you clench so tight, warm, and wet around his fingers.
You’re panting, and he decides to let you regain some sort of consciousness after your orgasm. He leans back up, face in front of yours as he observes your expressions.
“Tatsuya,” you sigh.
He smiles, fingers combing your hair back to reveal more of your flushed face. If it weren’t for the insistent press of his member, rubbing the tip of it against your entrance, you would think that it’s over. Not that you want it to, but as the buzz of your orgasm fades, worry starts to take its place.
“Tatsuya,” you call again, this time with audible anxiety, “we—we can’t, it’s unprofessional. I… might get fired.”
“There’s no law in the contract that says you can’t be in a relationship with me,” he smoothly replies as if he’s thought about this before.
“People will talk.”
“Let them say what they will, isn’t that what you always tell me?” Himuro says, hand cupping your cheek in a silent plea. “What we have is frankly none of their business.”
You’re silent, but he knows he needs one last push to convince you.
“Do you feel the same way,
__________?” He asks, dick rubbing against your wetness, and if it weren’t for the emotions behind his voice you would think he’s just teasing you. A sudden shyness takes over your entire consciousness and you find yourself not able to meet his expectant gaze.
“I-I said it already… in the car, earlier.”
“Say it again,” he replies, “please,” the tip of his member slips past your labia and you moan at the sensation.
“I like you.” It’s nothing above a whisper, and though a surge of pride and joy course through his blood, Himuro lets himself be selfish for once. After all, he’s depraved himself of what he wants the most for the longest time, it can’t hurt you to wait a little bit more.
“Louder.”
“I like you, Tatsuya,” you reply, and a gasp escape your lips when he nudges your clit with his dick.
“You like me? You mean as a friend?” At this point he’s a complete tease, the smirk painted on his face tells it all, and as much as you want to lash out at him for being a jerk at a time like this, the sensation of him against you is too much to sacrifice.
“No-ooo,” the sound draws out as he slowly, slowly, sinks into you, though not completely. The pleasure is enough encouragement for you to say more. “I mean, I have f-feelings for you that I—ngh—can’t really explain…”
“Me too,” he pants, sheathing himself deeper into you, your encasing warmth forcing his rational mind to shut down, and he repeats, “me too, for the longest time now, you have no idea,” and he pushes in further. The stretch makes you grip at his shoulders, not so much out of discomfort, but mostly from the pleasure that he brings.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” you sigh when he’s fully inside you. There’s an incomprehensible warmth in your belly, an ember that is lit by the way he looks at you. His body, lean yet muscular from his years of sports and training, hovers over you—you feel protected, safe, and loved lying under him. He smiles, leaning over to place his lips next to your ear.
“I love you.”
At that moment he pulls out completely before thrusting back in with force, leaving you no choice but to instinctively moan and arch your back. He’s big, the length of him reaching places where your fingers can never hope to ever touch, but those lonely nights won’t ever happen anymore. Not as long as he’s with you, you think at the back of your mind.
With each increasingly powerful thrust, Himuro lets out a pant, and you reciprocate with your own uninhibited sounds of pleasure. There’s no neighbors, no outside world, no one else for you to think about except the man that is ravishing you and giving you his all. Your nails rake down his back and he groans your name, making you clench around him.
“D-Don’t do that,” he whispers, “you’re gonna make me cum…”
“I want you to,” you whisper back. As if a switch has flipped inside him, Himuro’s pace turns faster and your head is thrown back, eyes lidded with pleasure. Your body is exhibited to him like a painting in a museum, except that he’s more than welcome to touch such a masterpiece—there’s nothing more perfect in his eyes than the sight of you unraveling underneath him.
“Fuck,” he curses, sensing his own impending orgasm as he leans down to capture a nipple in his hot mouth. You’re already a mess, still sensitive from the first orgasm he gave you, and the onslaught of his tongue against your nipple makes your insides churn with glee with a hint of hedonism. His thrust grow frantic and he detaches his lips from your breast to kiss you hard, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth.
“Tatsu—I’m, ah, coming!”
“Do it,” he growls against your lips, “cum with me.”
And so you do, the noises you make muffled by the kiss you share as his grip on your hips tighten and he spills his warm semen inside you. There are fireworks behind your closed eyes, but they slowly dissipate along with the regulating of your breaths, leaving you with nothing but a sense of relief.
When you open your eyes, you find him looking at you with a look so soft that could drive you to the point of tears. You’re suddenly shy about the fact that you just had sex with an artist that you’re managing, but not just any artist—he’s the one you’ve secretly had feelings for, and now that it’s out, you feel a burden being lifted from your shoulders, and whatever guard you’ve put up crumbles down.
“I love you too.”
Your voice is hoarse from all the moaning, but he hears you loud and clear, and he feels so happy his heart could burst. So he does what he can think of first:
Hug you.
And he hugs you so tight that you choke out a laugh, half from the fact that he’s hugging you and half from the way his hair tickles your bare skin. Himuro has his face buried in the crook of your neck, leaving kitten kisses everywhere, but when you moan at a particular spot it turns into teasing nibbles instead.
“Himuro-kun,” you call, an unspoken reprimand of ‘we just did it just now’. To your surprise, he clicks his tongue.
“You were calling me Tatsuya the whole time just now,” he says, pouting slightly. You can’t help but think it’s cute. “Does it take sex to get you to call me that?”
“Tatsuya… kun,” you correct yourself as to not upset him, but you’re too shy to get rid of the suffix. He chuckles, pecking you on your cheek. The atmosphere suddenly turns from playful to solemn, mostly because of how easily you can read the emotions swirling behind his eyes.
“I’m not drunk,” he finally says after a few seconds of silence, “and I mean everything I said.”
You nod, and he leans down to kiss you, slowly this time.
“Good. You’re mine now,” kiss, “and I’m yours, too,” kiss, “let’s not care what people say, alright?”
You nod again. He smirks this time, suddenly cupping your sex before returning back to his place in the crook of your neck. There’s teeth and lips, and you know he’s fully intending to leave a mark, but the whimper you let out is not that of a protest. Himuro pulls away, pleased at the hickey he left, before diving down to make more.
Now that you’ve finally found each other, he’s going to make sure to get to know every single inch of you.
Brilliant as ever Gabby! Beautiful continuation, I’m so glad someone asked for it because it’s so great!
Thank you fam! And YES WE NEED MORE TANAKA FLUFF OUT THERE! He
became an instant favorite of mine as soon as he walked in through the gym
haha! I hope your answered ask is okay!
The calendar on your desk seemed to be mocking you as it proudly displayed the highlighted holiday. Tomorrow was February 14th. Aka Valetine’s Day.
You groaned out loud as you spun around in your chair. This would be the first time celebrating a holiday with Ryu and you wanted to make this one special. You weren’t so much worried about making the chocolates, but what did your boyfriend like? Or dislike? Did he like dark chocolate? Milk chocolate? Maybe he didn’t like chocolate at all! You knew you should have figured it out sooner but with Ryu being busy with his upcoming volleyball games and you with your club, time just seemed to fly by.
Gripping your hair in frustration you decided to call the best person for advice. His sister. After dating Ryu for a couple of months, (93 days, but hey who’s counting right?) you and Saeko seemed to hit it right away when you first met her.
“Hey Saeko!” You cheerfully greeted when she picked up your call.
“What’s up _____! Don’t tell me my brother is causing you trouble!”
You giggled at Saeko’s question but you knew she was joking.
“He’s not! But I actually have a question about him.” You heard a hum from Saeko and you continued on. “Does Ryu like chocolate?”
“…”
It was silent on the end for a second before you heard a burst of laughter. “You’re so adorable _____! Of course he does! I bet he’ll eat anything you give him! Ah, are you planning to make him chocolate for tomorrow?”
You felt your cheeks redden from Saeko’s comment. “He would? And yeah I’m planning to make some chocolate but I need to know what he likes…”
“He’ll be fine with whatever you plan on making him! Trust me, this little brother of mine, is just sooo in lo-”
Saeko’s sentence was soon cut off by the sound of running steps and the familiar voice of Ryu. “Is that ____?! Why is she calling you?!”
“Because she’s sick of you!” Saeko screamed back. “She’s asking me if I know any better looking dudes than you! Now go away! Wait, let go of my phone!-”
“What?! Stop lying sis! Ugh please don’t listen to whatever she said ______! I’ll see you in school tomorrow!”
You laughed at the continued bickering noises from the Tanaka siblings and you decided to hang up before they could drag you into something crazy again. “Well, thanks for your input Saeko!” You could just picture Ryu’s face as he emitted a small gasp.
“What?! Saeko what did you and ______ really talk about?!”
“Yeah see you _____!” Saeko replied back as she ignored Ryu’s cries. “And remember what I told you! Good luck!”
You shut your phone but not before hearing Ryu’s frustrated groans and Saeko’s teasings. Feeling a bit better from Saeko’s input you decided to get to work.
The next morning you were scrambling to get to school because it took you so long to tie the bow onto Ryu’s gift. (Not your fault that your scissor was being annoying and wouldn’t curl the ends!) Based on Saeko’s advice you decided to make a mixture of milk, dark, and even strawberry dipped chocolates. The small red package was safely hidden in your bag as you just barely made it to first period.
“Safe!” Your friend laughed as you sat down in a hurry, avoiding the teacher’s gaze. “So, what happened with you and Tanaka?”
Taken aback from your friend’s question you could only give her a curious look. She continued on with a whisper. “He was in a bad mood today! Did you guys have a fight?”
Wait….Don’t tell me!
“We’re fine.” You calmly replied, but inside you were screaming. Ryu probably misunderstood the whole situation from last night! Knowing him, he probably believed what Saeko was saying.
“Well, I ain’t no matchmaker but today’s Valentine’s Day! Did you make chocolates for him?”
You smirked at your friend and you gave her a sneak peek of the red package in your bag. “Of course I did!”
You couldn’t wait until the lunch bell would ring since that would be the only time you would get to see Ryu before he would bolt off to volleyball practice at the end of the day. You smiled at your athletic boyfriend’s enthusiasm since you knew he could appear off as a rough and tough gang member, but you knew deep down he was such a goofball and a sweetheart.
Time to seem to drag on and on and when the bell finally rang, you grabbed the red package from your bag and ran to meet Ryu by his classroom door. Thanking your friend’s good luck wishes you rushed out the classroom and made a bee-line to class 1.
“Hey Ryu!” You greeted cheerly as you finally spotted him leaving the classroom. “Ryu?”
Okay now you were worried. Ryu had dark circles around his eyes and he looked so troubled? You’ve never seen Ryu look so down so you decided to make a light joke. You jabbed him lightly at his sides with your elbows,“failed your english test?”
You watched Ryu’s face slightly twist into a smile but he still looked so down. “Okay, fine Ryu. What’s wrong? Is it what Saeko said last night?”
Ryu nodded in silence and you couldn’t help but giggle at your boyfriend’s pout. “Oh come on Ryu! You know Saeko was teasing! Besides I have a small surprise for you!”
Ryu seemed to perk up at the word ‘surprise’ and snapped his head back to you. “Surprise? For me?”
You nodded in excitement and decided to drag Ryu outside. “Come on!” You laughed at Ryu’s expression turn from a frown to a smile.
Once you were outside, you had Ryu cover his eyes with his hands. “No peeking!” You could see Ryu shaking from excitement as he waited patiently for your gift.
“Can I see now?”
You make a small noise in agreement and held out the red package in front of Ryu’s face. “U-um, Since Valentine’s Day is today I wanted to make you something special Ryu…”
Feeling bashful from the silent Ryu you continued on. “The reason why I called your sister was because I didn’t know if you liked chocolate or not! So…I hope you’ll enjoy the-!”
Ryu cut off your rambling with a strong hug that lifted your legs of the ground.
“R-Ryu!”
“Are you kidding me ________?” Ryu laughed as he spun you around into a circle. “Thank you _____! God I’m so stupid for believing that!”
You laughed as you watched Ryu smile even bigger. “Yeah that was pretty stupid of you Ryu.” He finally dropped you down back on the ground and carefully opened the red package.
Ryu practically inhaled the chocolates once he peeled back the plastic and melted into a mess of content. Ryu watched you smile and he couldn’t help but wanted to share this moment with you.
“Um…______ can I?”
You glanced at Ryu curiously but not before being shocked again when he came closer to you and placed his hands underneath your chin.
“I-I’ve always wanted to do this _______.”
You smirked at Ryu’s shyness but he seemed to hesitate. “What did you want to do Ryu?” You cheekily asked him as you nuzzled your cheeks closer into his hands. He hesitated a bit longer before finally reaching down to plant a kiss onto your lips.
The pressure of his lips was so delicate, a feat you never knew Ryu had until this point, but at the same time it suited Ryu.
When you finally broke apart from Ryu, he had the look of amazement and bewilderment at the same time. “W-wow…”
You could only copy Ryu’s statement and smirked when you licked your lips and tasted the faint milk chocolate residue from his lips.
“Hey Ryu, I wonder what dark chocolate would taste like on your lips?”
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Someone needed to resuscitate Tanaka after this.
He is so adorkable I can’t even! Thank you, this was really cute!
≫this turned out a little longer than i expected, i hope it’s still alright!
You felt your throat run dry, your mouth remaining slightly agape as the full weight of Aomine’s words came crashing down on you. Of course, you noticed that he was acting weird as of late but you never… you never thought that the worries plaguing his mind were the ones that were going to ruin the relationship that you worked so hard on maintaining. I mean, yes, you argued. Yes, you had your fair share of bumps in the road. His busy schedule and blunt personality weren’t exactly things that one could merely forget; that’s why you thought you were doing so well, you faced each problem head on—you faced each problem together.
In spite of all that, he was never the type of person who would say what’s on his mind; feelings and sentiment were what made people weak and that was the one thing that he would never allow himself to be.
With a shaky “yes” you agreed to stay together until the day of his departure. If anything, you decided to remain friends- as you might have guessed, it was weird not kissing him before leaving the house and not being wrapped up in a secure hug before going to sleep, but life went on. You didn’t have to like it.
You arrived at the apartment that you could no longer consider home, Daiki’s bags tauntingly standing right next to the entrance. Just by looking at them, you felt a subtle jab at your heart. He was leaving tomorrow. No matter how well you distanced yourself from the male in the past few weeks, you had a hard time seeing the apartment as empty as it was right now. You regretted not leaving when you had the chance, when you easily could have made yourself hate him for leaving you. And yet you couldn’t— with every part of his being he made sure to let you know that he cared for you, deeply.
But he had regrets of his own; sacrificing love for success wasn’t anything new and groundbreaking. It happened before and many have done that before him, but this time it was real. It was him doing the sacrificing. He was giving up who he loved the most for what he loved the most— a part of him hoped that it was all a dream, that he would wake up tomorrow and that you would be making breakfast for two, reminding him that you were going to be late for the plane. Was it too late to ask you to come with him?
When he arrived at the apartment he secretly ached he could keep calling home, he found you sitting on the couch, an empty wine glass in your palm and he was more than aware that you were lost in thought, debating on whether or not you should pour yourself another one. Upon noticing a new presence, you snapped out of it and focused on the blue haired male.
A smile appeared on your face, your eyes glossy, “You’re here! I thought we could celebrate our last night together, if you’re feeling up for it. I brought some snacks, some wine and a movie… but the wine is no longer filled to the brim, I’m afraid.”
“How much did you drink?” he questioned, putting down his umbrella as he made his way towards you to inspect the inflicted damage. The male raised his palm up to your face so he could tuck away the loose strands of hair falling out of your messy bun, but you slapped it away after which you did so yourself, “Just the right amount. Tipsy enough to not drown in despair, sober enough to not do anything I might regret doing in the morning,” your reply made him scoff. What kind of an answer was he expecting?
“And what would be something you’d regret doing?” the male questioned, his brow quirked in a quizzing matter.
“Letting you go without a proper goodbye,” you whispered before pulling him in by the collar, your lips grazing the surface of his, as if though you were asking him if that was what he wanted. Every inch of his body wanted it, needed it, to the point where he wanted to assault your neck and mark you as his, to make himself believe that that’s what you truly are. You weren’t, and that was the issue. He caused you enough worry as it was.
The two sides of him were clashing against one another, each side fighting for dominance. Needles to say, his hesitation was evident in his movements and you found it laughable; his hands hovered above the curve of your body as he tried to make a decision he wouldn’t regret.
“What are you laughing at?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing as he pressed his palm against your back, earning a yet another chuckle from you. God, did it irk him.
“I’m laughing at you. I’m laughing at /you/ thinking about whether or not this a smart idea- since when do you care whether or not the move you make is a smart one or not?” you questioned, running your hand through his hair. It has gotten longer in the last month and it was a damn good look on him if you had to admit. His long tresses obscured the view of his dark eyes, thankfully so. Had you seen the conflict in them, you wouldn’t have called him out.
“I do care, especially when it concerns you. I don’t want to—“ you cut him off by daringly trailing kisses from his neck down to his collar bone, occasionally nipping at his skin as your fingers skillfully toyed with the buttons of his shirt.
“Every bit damage that you could have inflicted, you already have. I’m not blaming you for anything, I would have done the same. Let us just,” you mumbled in between the kisses as you felt him stiffen under your touch, not used to the sultry tone in your voice being so inviting. It wasn’t unnatural to want what is forbidden, you reminded yourself, “Let us just enjoy our last night.”
His jaw clenched at your statement—he released a deep sigh as he took in your words; this truly was your last night. Might as well make it count. With a grunt, he stopped your fingers from unbuttoning his shirt, leaving only the first few undone as they revealed his ever-so-inviting sun kissed chest, “Strip for me first, baby girl,” his voice was deep; it was a husky order spoken directly in your ear with the sole purpose of making you shiver under the impact of his dominance and you could practically hear the smirk on the male’s face widening upon noticing the effect he has on you.
Color blossomed across your face as you forcefully bit down on your lip, trying to prevent any noise from coming out as the male’s hot breath fanned your neck, feeling uncharacteristically gentle kisses being planted down your collarbone as he pulled you in closer. Your body remained flush against his, your heart speeding up from the sheer excitement you felt. Dear lord, how did you ever have the luck of coming across a man that could make breathing difficult for you with a mere touch . Your palms reached for the hem of your shirt once you gathered your thoughts, still vaguely dizzy and intoxicated with the waft scent of his cologne mixing with your sweet perfume.
A satisfied moan escaped your lips upon having Aomine attack your sweet spot; in an attempt to make you beg for him, he became impatient as his manhood throbbed at the sounds you were making and his imagination, which had pictures much lewder imagines and audio were not aiding his growing need for him to be inside you.
What was stopping him? After all, he was never the one to drag things out. And just as you suspected, his gentle kisses turned into harsh bites that had never before failed to leave you a whimpering mess. Those were definitely going to leave marks, just the way he liked it. His ultimate goal was leaving you bruised, satisfied and craving for more.
You were most definitely not about to protest. Because perhaps, just perhaps, you lied to him. The amount of wine you drank was way more than just enough, he would be able to tell so himself in a while or so too. You rendered it irrelevant; your body was burning up with lust and desire, your mind rid of any logical train of thought.
You were sure of only two things. One was that you wanted him in ways you never knew you could want someone, and you didn’t like it one bit. It was such a desperate desire, a mere selfish need you wanted to satisfy. He was the ocean you wanted to drown in, even if it would cost you the last bit of pride you had. The second thing being the reminder that this would be the last time. You were sure that not a moment passed that you weren’t reminding yourself of that- no matter the lust, the passion and the desire overwhelming you, the bitter-sweetness of it being a goodbye, spoken so intimately and silently, made you ache.
“I believe I told you to do something,” he reminded, his palm overlapping yours as he took the liberty of taking your shirt off for you. Regardless of your body radiating warmth and the fire within you, you couldn’t bite back shivering once the crisp air nipped at your skin— you became hyper aware of the fact that you were left practically bare under the male’s hungry gaze. While you were at it, his gaze wasn’t the only thing craving for its appetite to be satisfied.
“How long do you want to play cat and mouse, Daiki? This is possibly the longest you’ve ever stalled,” you teased, placing your palm on his chest as you slightly distanced yourself from him, his palm still holding you in your place as it rests comfortably on your back.
“I thought you might want to make it special. Trust me, it’s taking my everything not to pounce on you and ravish you until you’re a whimpering mess, begging me to give you your sweet release,” he growled, tugging at your shorts, dissatisfied by the mere fact of their existance. He could only imagine how wet you were, soaking through the fabric of your underwear— if your bra was an indicator of anything, it was your favourite pair of lacy black panties. He chuckled in amusement upon realizing he was right— he lost count of how many times they had ended up thrown in a forgotten corner of your bedroom. Well, the number will certainly go one up tonight.
The little self control that he had gathered in order to tease you had gone through the window; in one swift motion he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his torso as you complied immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck. A giggle escaped your lips when Aomine hissed, his face forming into a grimace upon stubbing his toe against the bedroom door.
“I’m being romantic and traditional over here, bringing you to your bed safely in my arms and you laugh at my misfortune?” he grumbled, each and every word he uttered dripping with sarcasm. As he laid you down on the bed beneath you, he inched closer towards your thighs, tracing imaginary lines with one palm as he tugged at the hem of your panties before yanking them down.
A mewl of protest escaped your lips to which Aomine released a low chuckle before shrugging his shoulders in defeat— just as he was about to unbutton the remaining buttons on his shirt, you sat up, propping yourself on your knees as you did so instead of him.
The male threw his head back, enjoying the rush of having his manhood throb with desire as you began planting quick pecks all the way down from his chest to his belly button. You were far too lust-driven to tease him any further; in a swift movement you discarded his pants after which your palm gripped his length tightly, twitching in anticipation.
Before you even had a chance to kneel down properly in order to wrap your mouth around it, the male pinned you down on the bed as he climbed on top of you, spreading your legs to make room for himself, “I can’t wait anymore, baby. I missed you so much.”
Shivering with excitement and animalistic passion, he placed the tip of his cock atop your arousal as he went back and forth, marveling in the fact that you were wet beyond measure. In hopes of getting him to hurry, you wrapped your legs around his torso as you sunk your nails into his back, muttering lewd thoughts into his ear in which you were begging him to take you. Without a second thought, he complied, drowning in satisfaction at the way you arched your back in an attempt to have him fill you up as much as possible; your pants becoming desperate.
He trapped your lips in a passionate kiss, your tongues battling for dominance as his palm went behind your back, unclasping your bra and discarding it, wondering what had taken him so long. As you rocked your hips in order to match his animalistic thrusts, your mind went into a frenzy at the state of bliss you found yourself in— Aomine’s tongue tracing around your nipple before biting it teasingly, his hard and rapidly growing faster thrusts making you unable to hold your moans. You genuinely couldn’t care less whether or not your neighbours knew exactly what you were up to; you wanted your last time to leave a mark.
And you certainly remained true to your intention— your nails went back and forth from trailing gentle lines across the male’s back and then having them sink into his flesh, only making him go rougher as he held back grunts of his own.
While your full focus was solely on matching his pace and leaving his neck covered in bruises, the male made sure to remember every crevice, every soft spot on your body. He wanted to remain like this forever; engulfed in your sweet scent mixed with sweat, feeling the softness of your skin and the tickling sensation of having your hair graze across his shoulders whenever he would bury his face in the nape of your neck.
That was only the first round of many that night, each and every one being more desperate and raw than the other. You were both burning up, defying the cold that was bound to catch up to you eventually. That was the night where you let your passions guide you in an attempt to forget all of your sorrows and all the bitter, unspoken goodbyes. But as it always is, the morning came.
The morning came and you were nowhere in sight, making Aomine wonder if his memories of the last night were even real. The only proof he had were the numerous bruises and the countless scratches spread across his back. No words could portray his dismay at the lack of your presence— a part of him hoped you decided to come with him, that he would see you at the airport and that you would tell him how you can’t live without him.
He knew it was mere wishful thinking but that didn’t stop him from frantically looking around for any trace of you once he arrived at the airport; your perfume, your hair color, your anything. He found out that the only place they were for certain, was in his mind. And that was something he would never give up.
Here’s a dose of angst well done to clench your heart and leave you wanting more. The emotions are so well displayed! So glad to see you back dear!
I have a headache and a ton of homework that none of my groupmates seem to care of (but it’s the weekend and I should be having fun like them, too, so it’s partly my fault) BUT I’M REALLY FEELING THIS SCENARIO? Idk if it’s gonna suck tho bye psh
¯_(ツ)_/¯
Lengthy (2572 words). Also the language is more… crude compared to my usual NSFW—I literally forgot how to write NSFW, okay. Fem!reader ahead.
As he lowers you down onto the mattress, you can feel something exuding from him that is not the usual raw seduction, not the rough press of his lips against yours. He would normally throw your body on the bed before proceeding to ravage the skin of your neck, where he knows you’re most sensitive, sucking and nibbling to hear more of the moans you make.
You’ve been his fuck buddy for what now, six months? Surprisingly, Haizaki hasn’t gotten bored of you yet, because if he has, he’s sure to discard you the way he does a used condom after every session with you, and replace you with another woman that piques his interest. The thought squeezes your heart a little bit—you think it’s just because of how you want him to pay attention to you only. You know there’s no way a relationship with him can develop into something romantic.
So what is this feeling? This feeling that you’ve never encountered before during the course of this half-year relationship, if you can even call it that?
Haizaki growls, the sound vibrating in his chest, and then he leans in to kiss you. He moves like a predator, calculated and slow, even as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, engaging yours in a sick dance of some sort. You let out a gasp at the sensation, allowing him more entrance.
“Ah… ha—” you inhale after the breath-stealing kiss, “what’s up?”
Haizaki doesn’t cease in his work, however, as he already has your shirt bunched up above your breasts, revealing your lace bra. His eyes flash at the sight of the risque lingerie, fingerpads dragging above the material to absorb the sensation of it underneath his skin.
“Bad day,” he rasps. You don’t think that’s an honest answer, but for all you know, he could be truthful—stressful day, he’ll call you up for a fuck. Good day, he’ll also call you up for a fuck. Instead of trying to figure him out, which you shouldn’t, since you’re nothing more than a fuck toy to him and vice versa, you kiss his jaw.
Haizaki knows he’s lying, and he’s pretty sure you’ll find out sooner or later. Even as his hands grope at your breasts he still can’t seem to distract himself from the fact that he’s come to a realization of his feelings for you.
Yes, he has feelings for you, something he thought to be impossible. It wasn’t the prettiest thing when Haizaki found out: he drank a whole lot of liquor as he thought of you—and the thoughts weren’t his usual naughty memories of fucking you, either. It was the way you smile after you came down from the high he gave you, the sound of your laughter pointed at something stupid he said, your face as you brush your bedhead, preparing for another day…
Fuck, he still remembers how stoned he got that day, and how he jacked off at the thought of you being completely his. This relationship you shared isn’t exactly one that needs both parties to be monogamous, and to think of the day where you’d walk away after telling him you had found the one for you—
It fuels a fire in the pit of Haizaki’s stomach, and suddenly the hands on your breasts are squeezing and ripping the bra off of you, tugging the underwear up to join your shirt. You moan at the sudden contact of his fingers tugging at your nipples, the sensation sending shivers up your spine as you throw your head back. Haizaki takes this as a chance to kiss that spot behind your ear that he knows you like so much before travelling down to your chest.
The sucking sounds he’s making are positively sinful, you conclude, but the hands in his hair are encouraging him to give you more of the pleasure. His tongue plays with the hardened nipple, and he looks up at you with hooded eyes while tending to your breast. When you catch his gaze, you feel arousal shoot down south.
Haizaki moves to your other breast, humming as his mouth encloses your nipple, knowing the effect the vibrations have on your body. You react instantaneously, letting out a soft “oh” as you comb your fingers through his hair, pushing him down slightly in a silent plea.
“Patience, kitten,” he murmurs against your nipple as his hands work diligently on taking your pants off. The article of clothing is easily rid of with a tug of his hand, and he immediately dives to the apex of your thighs, teasing your slit over your panties and moaning at the wetness that greets his fingertips.
You expect a smug remark from him about how you’re already this soaked from him playing with your breasts a little bit, but the words never come. Instead, you feel Haizaki’s fingers diving inside your panties, rubbing against your clit.
“Ngh! Hah… More—”
With his mouth is still busy with your nipple and his fingers pinching at your clit, teasing your hot cunt, Haizaki looks at you again with burning eyes. There’s just something about him today that’s out of place, something you can’t put a finger on, but it’s been bringing you so much pleasure that you don’t even mind.
You expect him to tell you to beg for it like the slut you are like he usually does when he has you in his hands, but like your previous assumption, he never does. You feel a finger pressing against your entrance, stroking your slit as to collect the juices you’ve emitted, and his exhale is shaky as if he’s been suppressing something.
What you don’t know is that he wants you to take his cock, scream his name—not Haizaki, but Shougo—as he tells you that you’re the only one who can make him feel this way, and you can never be with any other man after him, because he’s yours, and he’s going to fuck you so deep into the mattress you can never be satisfied by anyone else ever again—
“Tell me what you want,” Haizaki rasps, still trapped in his fantasy.
I love you, Shougo, please… ah! Cum, cum inside me—
He can almost hear your voice saying that to him, but when you open your mouth you say “I want your fingers inside me” with a wanton look on your face: lips red and swollen, saliva (a mix of yours and his) running down the side and your eyes half-lidded.
“What do you want me to do with my fingers, kitten?”
Shougo, please, I love you I love you I love you I love you—
“I want you to fuck me,” you say, clearly impatient with the way your hips are wiggling, trying to get more friction from his fingers on standby.
As much as you really want him to finger-fuck you, you can’t possibly want it more than him wanting you to say those three words to him.
The sound that comes out of your lips is one of relief and pleasure as he sinks two fingers inside you, going slow despite the wetness that allows him to slip in very easily. Haizaki shudders at the sensation of you clinging around him—he’s suddenly hyperaware of your presence: your labored breath, the clench of your cunt around his fingers, the smell of your sex, the look you’re giving him…
His other hand is slow as he drags the flimsy underwear down to your ankles, something you’ve never experienced before. You blink, eyes hazy with lust, but you’re still conscious enough to feel a different aura encasing him. The way he’s going slow and, dare you say, gentle…
Is he—?
—no, that can’t be it. Haizaki doesn’t know the phrase “make love”. He fucks. You know this. Your mind is probably just tricking you into thinking that he’s actually—
“Mmm, ah! Right there,” you sigh as he thrusts his fingers into that spot. He knows, but retracts his fingers from inside you, leaving you empty, suddenly cold, and displeased.
Before you can even make a sound of protest, you feel his hot, slick tongue pressing against your slit, lapping up your wetness like a starved man, and whatever you were going to say melts into another moan. He reciprocates the sound with his own, sending vibrations right into your core, making your hips buck into his face as he buries himself deeper.
There’s no teasing somehow, and he’s already eating you out, which is an occurrence never before—he’ll at least call you a slut once he has his hands on your arousal, but not this time. The thoughts for earlier fill your head even as Haizaki thumbs your clit while his mouth ravaged you. Are you really brave enough to hope that he actually lo—has feelings for you? Is it just your wishful thinking, the suppressed desires for an attachment deeper than this resurfacing?
He moves to suck at your clit, fingers scissoring inside you, and it doesn’t take long for him to work you into your first orgasm. You’re a panting mess, hair strewn all over the pillow and chest heaving as if you’ve ran a hundred miles. Haizaki appears to be a hypnotized man as he stares at your cum oozing from your entrance, before diving in to lap you up clean.
The next thing you know, he has his pants down and his hardness pressed against you. Haizaki towers over you as he enters you dangerously slow, his eyes trained on yours as he lets out a groan at your tightness. Your hands find solace on his shoulders, and though weak from cumming just moments ago, you lift your legs up to his waist, allowing him an easier entrance.
“Haizaki,” you sigh when he’s fully sheathed.
Shougo, your voice echoes in his head, Shougo, Shougo, Shougo, Shougo—
The words are already at the tip of his tongue. All he has to do is say it, but it will only incite suspicion…
He begins thrusting into you, fully pulling out before sinking into you in a painfully slow pace that you can’t help but let out a silent scream. Your hands are now linked around his neck, bringing his forehead to press against yours as you feel his hot breath on your face. If you were to open your eyes now you’ll probably come undone again at how intensely he’s looking at you.
As much as Haizaki would like to prolong this, his desires can’t seem to be tamed, and his thrusts gradually gaining speed is a result of his slipping control. You whimper every time he enters you, and when he hears you breathlessly whisper “harder”, he growls and attacks your neck while he pounds into you with more strength. The sounds coming out of your mouth turn into louder mewls—the sensation racking your body is unbearably good because this is not how usually Haizaki has you.
“Fuck,” he breathes against your ear, “so fucking tight, so fucking perfect,” he chants like the words sustain his sanity—but if this is how insanity is, he’d gladly succumb his whole life to it. If only he can always be inside you like this, with you underneath him lustfully begging for more as your body responds to his. If only he can keep you to himself all day…
“Say my name.”
“Haizaki—ngh! Hah…”
“Say my name.”
It is then the gears in your mind start turning, and you feel yourself drowning deeper into pleasure. An unexplicable fluttering feeling fills your gut. Maybe, just maybe…
“Sh-Shougo…”
This has to be some sort of wet dream of yours. He’s not really pounding into you right now. You somehow just fell asleep and the dirty thoughts you have in the recesses of your mind manifest themselves into this fantasy.
If this is a fantasy, you wish you could sleep forever.
Had Haizaki not busied his mouth by biting at your neck, leaving a purple mark as a result, you would have clearly heard the long groan that emits from his lips.
“Fuck,” he curses at the sound of his name finally pouring out of your lips. “Again.”
He readjusts his stance, his big, strong hands grip at your thigh, holding you up into position as your hips are lifted up from the sheets. Your hands, once linked around his neck, drag down to rest upon his chest, nails leaving reddening trails on his skin in their wake. When he thrusts into you, it’s even deeper than you’ve ever imagined, and you’re reduced into a sobbing mess as he continues to drive into you.
“Shougo, Shougo, Shougo, Shougo—”
Haizaki doesn’t think it’s possible to be even more turned on right now, and the swell in his chest when he hears your voice so indecently doesn’t help much. He plunges into you with much force, the slippery sound of your skin slapping against each other and the squelch of your juices fueling him.
“Mine,” he chants with every thrust, “mine, mine, mine,”
You’re vaguely aware of how loud you are, and you realize that your voice is starting to sound rather hoarse from the screaming and that the neighbors might hear… but you don’t seem to care as Haizaki claims you as his, leaning down to suckle on your breast as you finally finally finally reach the peak, letting out one last wanton moan as you writhe beneath him. Haizaki grips your hips and thrusts faster, you convulsing around him a catalyst to his own orgasm as he climaxes with a grunt, the warmth of his cum filling you up.
It is then that your thoughts are solidified, and you’re a bit more confident of your speculations.
It only occurred to you that he didn’t wear a condom in his haste, but you should be alright since you’re on the pill. Nevertheless, you’re too busy gasping at the feeling of him cumming inside you to dwell on that thought (he doesn’t seem to give a fuck either), your eyes unable to tear away from the sight of clear white liquid leaking out from inside you as Haizaki slowly pulls out. He’s seemingly enjoying the same sight laid out before him, stroking at your entrance for a few moments before pushing a finger inside you.
When he rubs his finger against your clit, you cry out, still sensitive from your orgasm. The look on Haizaki’s eyes is attentive, yet lust-filled as he watches you throw your head back with your eyes closed—he needs to hear you say his name again, and if sex is the only way, he’ll gladly do it over and over again.
“Shougo…”
You cup his face and kiss him, chaste and sweet, a juxtaposition of the situation the two of you are in. Haizaki’s gaze softens, returning the kiss with more fervor as he has a hand on the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. He has a finger inside you, milking your juices out of you slowly.
This should be enough as compensation until he’s ready to say those words.
Oh my goodness, this is…how did I miss this?! I am amazed at the wealth of emotion you emit through his actions! That is NOT easy to do and yet here it flows so well. This is such a great piece for a character I’m not overly fond of but YOU my dear make me like him!
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