Yeeeees! I love long term crushes that work out for the better!
Hope that you enjoy, Anon!
The nerves seemed like the only thing Ukai could focus on as he stood outside her front door with his hands shoved deep into his pant pockets. He had already spent far too long sitting in his car trying to gain the courage to finally step outside and now here he was standing before her home attempting to gather more so that he could knock.
It was pathetic, really. He was a grown man, her a grown woman; they were adults, not the teenagers they were when he first met her. So something like this, despite his long term feelings for her, shouldn’t have been as problematic as it was turning out to be.
Lifting his hand, he quickly rapped his knuckles against the wood, his heart pounding way too hard against his chest and he wasn’t sure if he was breathing anymore. The silence that ensued afterward has the loudest noise that reverberated through his ears, because what if she didn’t come to the door? What if she forgot about their date? What if she didn’t really want to go? What if–
“And I thought you were going to be late,” her voice ceased whatever thoughts were running through his head, his gaze instantly landing on her as she emerged through the doorway. A large smile stretched across her face and everything about her was simply radiant, just as it always was. “Ya know, I saw you when you pulled up and–”
“You’re beautiful,” now it was he who was interrupting, and from the expression that passed over her face upon hearing it, it was completely worth it. This was the day he had been dreaming of.
Sugawara was certain that he hadn’t stopped smiling since their date began. It was nothing fancy that he had planned, really. A picnic on the beach where they could stroll and relax as much as they wanted. A day that was filled with laughter and light brushes of fingers and red cheeks and fluttering hearts.
It was a day he was sure he was going to remember for the rest of his life.
They talked for hours there with their sand between their toes, their gazes focused on the gentle waves that lapped over the shore. Breezes came along to ruffle their hair and deliver a slight chill that caused them to squirm closer to each other. The hyperawareness that their skin was touching felt almost childish when Suga allowed himself to dwell on it, but then he decided that he didn’t care. Because he felt childish, like a kid falling in love for the first time.
Letting his hand drop to the space between them, he left it there, purposely not drawing attention to it. And he pretended that his heart wasn’t beating as fast or as hard as it was when she reached down to lace her fingers with his own. Their gazes met and they laughed, embarrassed and by they action.
“Thank you for today,” she spoke as she leaned her head against his shoulder, her gaze again transfixed on the sea beyond. The moment was so pristine, something straight out of a movie if Suga hadn’t been living it himself. And he desperately hoped that he didn’t wake up in the next few seconds.
“No,” he spoke softly, his thumb brushing over the skin of her knuckles, leaning to press a small kiss to the top of her head, “thank you.” Because this was the dream that she granted him, and if this dream became his life, he would be forever grateful to her, to whatever higher power there might be in the world, for allowing this to come true.
“Can I kiss you?” the question escaped from Oikawa’s lips before he even had time to process the complete thought behind it. They stood outside her door now, the setting sun lighting every feature that he found so beautiful about her.
The heat that rose to his cheeks when she turned to look at him made him open his mouth to reconsider his words, but she was moving. Leaning towards him with her hands placing themselves on his chest just before her lips touched against his own softly. And that’s all it was, a soft touch, a simple gesture, yet it was everything that sent Oikawa’s heart into overdrive.
When she parted, he felt as though all air had disappeared from his lungs, his hands shaking at his sides with the desperate need to touch her some way, but not sure if he should or where. There was a small laugh that came from her then as she rested her hand on the knob of her front door, her smile wide and kind. “Goodnight, Tooru.”
As she pushed the door open, he was moving, his hand taking hers in order to lace their fingers together. And when she turned to look at him, question in her gaze, his other hand rose to caress the back of her neck before bringing their lips together again. A shuddering breath left him when she pressed back, lips gliding perfect against his own and he was certain that his heart was beating out of rhythm.
This time it was him that pulled away, his eyes soft on her as she stared back openly, her lips parted. “Goodnight, [First Name],” he spoke softly, the promise of seeing her again in his eyes. Because there was nothing he wanted more than to see her everyday for the remainder of his life.
Be still my heart this is BEAUTIFUL!! I love it so much!
for my best friend @guessmonsta who is having a bad day. love you fam, stay strong. ((never have i written for tendou and be warned i am nowhere near as good as you are writing him. also i rushed so you could read before bed)) some are screenshots of the first time i tried posting it cos mobile is being shiz rn
also i think tendou would do this
“The drums are four on the floor! She’s back to the bedroom for one more! I’m the invisible man, who can’t stop staring at the mirror! AT THE M I R R O R!!!” Tendou yell-sang entering his apartment. What a great day! His afternoon class was cancelled, he had managed to swipe his professor’s blueberry muffin without him noticing, and now he got to come home early to his fantastic, wise-ass girlfriend. It was 2pm, she should be home right?
“Sabrina!” Tendou called out, removing his headphones and throwing his keys to the rack on the wall. He missed the hook as usual, but as a university student who miraculously had a free night alone with his girlfriend, he had one thing on his mind:
Shonen Jump anime marathons in bed.
She had not answered yet. Strange. He walked into the hallway, whistling the tune to the song. “Sabrina! Guess who doesn’t have classes today?” Still no reply. He knocked on their bedroom door, and did not wait for an invitation before entering. “Ben? You alive in here?”
He noticed his girlfriend in bed with the blanket wrapped around her burrito style. Tendou beamed as he saw her. “Hey, Genius! What’s—woah.” He paused as he noticed how red and blotchy her face was. Her eyes were puffy like she had been crying for a while. Sabrina covered her face up instantly.
Happy, Fall Out Boy-singing Tendou was immediately replaced by Whose-Body-Am-I-Going-to-be-Burying-in-the-Woods-Tonight Tendou.
“Sabrina,” Tendou approached her slowly, “is…everything okay?”
“Do I look okay, Satori?” Sabrina snapped back immediately, sniffling and trying to regain control of her breathing. Tendou felt a bit hurt, but he knew she was just upset about…whatever she was upset about.
“Ben, what happened?” He asked her calmly, sitting by her side on the mattress.
“Nothing,” she said bitterly, holding her Giant Isopod plushie tightly.
“Something is very clearly wrong.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Please, come on Sabrina. I just want to help.”
“Well right now you can help by leaving me alone!” she yelled at him, more tears forming in her eyes. This took Tendou by surprise, since Sabrina rarely snapped at him like that. But he nodded slowly.
“Okay, if you want that, then-then sure,” he said patiently. “Call if you need me. I’m just going to the corner market to pick up some things, alright?” Sabrina looked at him with murderous eyes.
“Then leave already.” Tendou, not wanting to anger her more, went out, closing the door behind him and leaving her alone with her Isopod.
He had to do something to help. As the “World’s Best Boyfriend” mug that he had bought himself for Christmas last year so clearly stated: he was the world’s best boyfriend. As such, he had to do something to help his world’s best girlfriend.
Tendou rushed out to the campus library to print out some photos. Afterward, he went to the market and bought all of the supplies needed.
When he got home, Sabrina was still in their room. ‘Good,’ Tendou thought. ‘Stay in there for like the next two hours.’ Tendou went into the kitchen and cracked his knuckles.
“Time to get down to business,” he said to his arranged ingredients on the counter. He got eye level with all of the items. “If you mess this up, I will take all of you outside and set you on fire,” he warned them in a hushed tone. Tendou picked up his cell phone and scrolled through it until he found what he was looking for.
“‘Preheat the oven to 350 F or 177 C’. Okay.” Tendou turned the knob on the oven and went to start putting actual food into the bowl before remembering the oven was full of pots and pans, and panickingly taking them out.
After 2 ½ painstaking hours, a flour covered boy, and somehow managing to get flour on the ceiling, Tendou’s creation was complete. He went and knocked on the bedroom door again.
“Hey, Ben? I got some dinner in case you’re hungry,” he said helpfully. He stood outside the door, proudly holding the fruits of his labor and waiting for her to see. He waited a minute, two minutes, three minutes…
Finally the doorknob turned slowly and the door creaked as it opened up. Sabrina’s red, puffy face made an appearance and Tendou smiled sadly. He held up the cake to her.
“For you, beautiful lady,” he said kindly. Sabrina looked down at the cake, and Tendou caught her smiling a little bit. That, right there, was what he did all of this for. Sabrina smiled back up at him a little bit.
“Did you just Rick Roll me with a cake?” she asked. “I can’t believe you, Satori.”
“The good news is, you don’t have to believe me to eat the cake,” Tendou smiled. He took her hand and, carefully balancing the cake on the other hand, he walked with her to the table, where he already had the plates set up for them. He served her a slice right away. “Wait, wait,” Tendou said before she took a bite. Sabrina watched him press a button on a remote, and she heard the magic, familiar bassline. Tendou smirked.
“PRESSURE!” he sang dramatically as she giggled. “Pushing down on me, pushing down on you, no man ask for!” He sat next to her as she started to eat her cake, and he started having some too. He knew she loved chocolate cake just as much as he loved chocolate ice cream.
“This is actually really good,” Sabrina said through bites of pastry.
“Weird, right? But thanks. By the way—” Tendou pulled out the photos he printed earlier. “These are for you. Some less beautiful than me eye candy for you.” Sabrina smiled as she looked through them.
“Are these all photos of Slash from Guns N’ Roses?”
“Indeed. Also I made you a list,” Satori said with his mouth spilling crumbs everywhere. Sabrina cleared her nose before reading it.
“‘A list of super awesome things, by Tendou Satori,’” she began. “ ‘
Sabrina
my smart-ass girlfriend
Tendou Satori (when in the presence of numbers 1 and 2
scented candles
chocolate (all kinds)
that weird girl who lives w/ me idk I think her name is like Sabrina or something?
Ben
the B in apt 23 (the apt I share w/ 1, 2, 6 & 7)
my girlfriend
outer space ‘’
Sabrina smiled at him, almost ready to cry again judging by the literal tears in her eyes. “Thank you, Satori. This means a lot. I’m sorry I snapped at you before.” He shrugged.
“It wasn’t the first time someone got pissed at me for being annoying. It’s not even the 12th time. Whatever happened to make you upset…I just hope you get better soon,” Tendou answered.
“It’s just…really really stupid.”
“Look, nothing is stupid if it makes you feel, well, anything actually.”
“Okay, well, you remember Noelle, right?”
“Is she the one with the small…?” Tendou cupped his hands in front of his chest. Sabrina nodded.
“Yeah, Pancake Noelle. Anyway she has been treating me like nothing lately. I mean literal garbage gets better treatment than she has been giving me.”
‘I know how that feels,’ Tendou thought silently. He listened intently to his girlfriend’s rant. He felt horrible for her. He knew exactly what it was like to be treated poorly by your own peers. No one should have to go through that kind of bullying and neglect.
“And that’s the story,” Sabrina sighed. “I have to say, I do feel a lot better after saying it out loud.”
“I understand,” Tendou said, holding her hand. “You guys are supposed to be friends and she’s treating you like crap. Just remember you have people who care about you. You have me. What does the Pancake have? She’s named after freaking Santa Claus.”
Sabrina laughed and sniffled. “Did you know Christmas started as a pagan Roman feast involving the sacrificing of children?”
“Ho, Ho, Ho,” he replied sarcastically. Satori kissed the corner of her mouth, catching the frosting that was there. “I love you, Genius.”
“I love you too, Nerd.”
Tendou looked down at his plate, then the cake tray. “Did-did we eat all of that?”
“I had two slices, you ate the rest. I’m good with that though,” Sabrina started to clear the plates.
“Jesus. We’re going to die of sugar intake aren’t we?” She kissed his forehead as she walked to put the plates in the sink.
“It was a small cake,” she said dismissively.
“You know, I heard about a website where you can anonymously send like a whole bucket of gorilla poop to someone…” Tendou suggested.
“Satori! That’s sick!”
“So no?”
“I didn’t say that. Where’s your laptop?”
KAY THIS MADE MY ENTIRE LIFE I’VE NEVER BEEN MORE ALIVE FU C K
Don’t worry hon!!! The song is really repetitive or talks about art-pop directly, so I had to reduce a lot of the lyrics so it turned out to be smaller than planned. I hope you can still enjoy it, thou !!! Thanks for answering so fast and changing your song 🙂
This is another Character-centric, like the Bokuto one I did with the Imagine Dragons one.
The
volleyball bounced once and twice against the lustrous wooden floor before he
kept it under the hold of his hand.
Few were
the ones who could stand against his keen, and expert abilities he had made
sure to built out of desperation. He had enormous shadows parading over him
since he had started his teen sports career. Like colossus those shadows
threaten to destroy what he hoped for his own future. But to surrender had
never been his ego’s style.
He
glanced at the panorama in front of him. Every member of the opposite team had
their faces adorned with deep frowns, so deep he could notice them from across
the whole court.
He
sneered. That was the look he loved to provoke on everyone who was playing
against him.
I stand here waiting for
you to bang the gong
To crash the critics saying, “is it right or is it wrong?“
He hadn’t
got into volleyball to be a praising figure. Since he was a kid he had felt an
overwhelming passion for the sport. He had the game in his veins from the
moment he was born. He saw one match on television, and that was enough for him
to find his vocation.
He soon
discovered he wasn’t a natural. He didn’t have the talent his biggest idols possessed.
From day one he knew he had a long way to go, but he had an abnormal desire to
stand among the best. He would go to infinite lengths to achieve his goals.
There was
no more playing. Volleyball wasn’t just a club in which he could simply enjoy
himself. Once he started to play against other teams in official matches,
volleyball turned into a fight of will, and more than anything, a proof of who
was the strongest.
If only fame had an IV,
Could I bear being
away from you.
He breathed in and out aliening his mind with his body so he could land a
perfect point. An ace serve.
Thankfully,
to be a worthy player of the court he didn’t rely only in talent. Talent could
always be surpassed with hard work. He could always make some talent of his
own. Also, he still possessed something most talented players didn’t. He had
the most charming personality one could find in his prefecture. He rapidly
identified the talents of each of his teammates, to then encourage them in a
subtle manner. He didn’t need diamonds in his team to raise a powerful team… He
had the capacity to create it.
I live for the applause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me.
He threw
the ball up high being blinded by the bright lights of the ceiling. With hawk
eyes planted on the ball, he jumped striking it with monstrous strength. The
ball flew over the net hitting the floor right next to the edge of the court.
The
whistle sounded indicating him he had scored a point. A roaring audience exploded
screaming his name and accompanying it with applauses and cheers.
As he had always stated he hadn’t got into volleyball just to be recognized, to
be someone important. The small fame was a collateral result of his efforts,
and he would be liar if he didn’t admit how intensely he enjoyed it.
Give me that thing that I
love
Put your hands up, make
them touch.
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Thanks for the request! i hope you liked it!
Perfection!!! This encapsulates Oikawa so thoroughly. It doesn’t have to be long to be good and this was better than good…it’s great!!!
–I have quite a few of these almost complete stories.. So I thought submitting them to the best dang Haikyuu blog (Thank you for all you do, Lana and Kay!) would help me get motivated to write more. My actual blog is @eyesthatbuythetimes, so stop by if you want, there’s very little Haikyuu there, so. Here ya’ll go. I also have a NSFW Butler!Akaashi piece, as well as ANOTHER NSFW Mafia!Oikawa piece if ya’ll want em.–
(There is an alcohol-mention, let’s assume Reader and Bokuto are of age.)
To say that you’re a regular at Pointe is a strong understatement. It’s been at least 3 months since you and your friends discovered this club at the suggestion of a coworker, and you’d found your way back again and again. Was it the crowds of beautiful people mingling that made it special? Was it the crystal-colored cocktails that sent your head spinning? No.
It was because he always went on at midnight.
The dim house lights go completely dark as spotlights illuminate the center of the performance area. Your friend lightly punches your arm, smiling and waggling her eyebrows. Murmurs from the crowd die down as a bass beat reverberates from the speakers, and through your body, sending goosebumps up your bare legs. The beginnings of “Quickie” by Miguel creates a ripple of cheers. You smooth your dress down to give your nervous hands something to do. A few seconds pass until a striking man strides out onto the stage.
He is dressed in a pinstripe suit, immaculately cut to accentuate his broad shoulders and powerful thighs. The fabric stretches deliciously across his form as he moves. It was Bokuto: the star of Pointe’s Saturday night lineup, and man did he know it. The host describes tonight’s theme: The kinky CEO of a powerful company, ready for some “office fun.” You snort at the host’s explanation, he’s never done this roleplay before. A smirk crosses his lips, and the front row of patrons shriek in excitement. You take a second to grab your martini off the counter as the pinstripe jacket falls to the floor. You take a sip and let the alcohol’s sting distract you from the roll of his hips.
As the music builds, he slowly unbuttons his white dress shirt as he steps off the stage. A woman reaches towards him as he walks. He stops. He gives her a wink, and rips the rest of the shirt off. Swoons, whistles and shouts followed as Bo flexes, letting her run her hands up and down his torso as she pleases. Her friends giggle and cheer her on, and you can see his golden eyes flickering with pride. But oh, is he a tease.
The girl tries to move her hands towards his pants, and he jumps back nimbly, turning back to the crowd to perform an outrageous move, sending his legs into the air, his core keeping him balanced in a freeze.
“Sorry, you gotta pay for that!” he laughs, a hooting laugh that sends his head backwards. His jawline could cut glass.
You roll your eyes, acting disinterested; when in actuality, you felt jealousy prick your spine. You take sip of your drink again, failing to realize that he has turned his attention to another. Your friend lets out a drunk howl suddenly. He’s towering over you now, flexing his pecs as he places his hands on his hips.
“Hey, I’ve seen you before haven’t I?”
You nearly choke, the alcohol tinging your nose before you could answer. He lets out another musical laugh, hooking his thumbs into the edge of his suit pants; he then cocks his head to the side, his rustled hair sticking upwards, the gel shiny in the spotlight.
“I may have visited here a few times..” You feel a flush rise in your cheeks. He notices and narrows his eyes.
Those annoying suit pants finally hit the ground mere feet from you. This leaves Bo in a gold spandex G-string, the sharp line of his Adonis belt causing your breath to hitch. His whole body is pristine, his bulge so tantalizing close.
He sees your gaze drift downwards, and he confidently replies, “I’d never forget a face like yours… ”
The whole club has its eyes on you, now sharing the spotlight with the infamous Bokuto. You feel a rush of admiration–and a familiar something else–at his compliment.
“You must say that to all your fans…”
“Hardly. You’re a babe.”
“If that’s true, then is this all I get?” The words fall out of your mouth before you have a chance to think. His confidence only feeds yours. “I thought you were Pointe’s star, so..? Show me.”
His whole face lights up, the show-time smirk morphing into a full notorious grin.
With little to no effort, Bo yanks your chair out to where he stood, your hands desperately clinging to the sides so you wouldn’t fall off. You weren’t quite ready for this. Your nails dig into your palms as he pushes your legs apart and takes the space between them.
“You’re not gonna get shy on me now, are ya?”
His hands are large and rough as he easily holds both of your arms behind you. A soft click makes you realize that yes, in fact, he did have handcuffs. What they had to do with CEO Bo, you didn’t really care. The crowd whoops, but all your senses drain as you look into the golden eyes taking you in fully for the first time. He raises himself onto your lap, grinding his hips into yours. He overwhelms you with his energy, throwing your legs over his shoulders easily.
Next thing you know, his face is inches from your neck, warm breath fanning against your skin. You wish he would lean just a bit closer. His hands move gracefully from your sides down to your cuffed hand as the song, that you had barely registered, starts to fade. He shoves a piece of napkin into your palm, then whispers into your ear..
“I need to see you again. Meet me there after the show..”
He backs away. You could see his chest rising and falling heavily, the gold in his eyes almost blown out by the black of his irises. You feel yourself growing even hotter, waves of pleasure radiating towards your core as he clicks your handcuffs off, and makes his way back onto the stage. The crowd cheers once more as he bows, that shit-eating smirk back on his face, and retreats backstage.
You open the smushed napkin and read the scrawled directions. It leads to the Marriott CrossKeys, a high-end hotel a few blocks away from the club. In smaller script, he writes…
“Wait for me in the lobby, I’ll be there by 2.”
Your friend awkwardly drags your seat back to your table, laughing about how you finally got to bust a move with THE Bokuto. You hide the note from them as the night continues, thoughts of his toned arms caging you in against a wall. Alone, at his mercy. Time drags on, and you find yourself calling an Uber early, feigning a stomach-ache as your friends stay behind. The man all of Pointe knew as a star, wants you tonight.
To be continued…
–Syd
We’ve had this piece for a long time now and don’t know why it hasn’t been published! But in response, if you do have those sexy butler or mafia pieces, we’d love to see them! 😉
-Admin Lana
How did I forget to reblog the beginning of that Bo piece? You really have amazing talent!!
Hey Lana and Kay! Made some changes cause my computer crashed … Keep being your amazing selves. (Don’t worry Lana I have a StudentTeacher!Tsukks for ya soon!)
-Syd. Enjoy the owl boy.
The Uber is under three minutes, and your Honda Accord driven by a talkative gentleman named Kuroo drops you off just past the valet drivers. You step out gingerly, your heels clacking on the cobblestone as you approach the carpeted lobby. The AC is jarring as the doors slide open. You check your phone, 1:45 AM. Your heart leaps into your throat, suddenly nervous. Maybe this is a bit too soon? Maybe this was all a joke?
You decide to choose a seat across from the resident bar, where two or three patrons sit silent and tired. You find yourself playing on your phone aimlessly. That is, until that familiar musical laugh rings out from the check-in desk. It’s Bo, ranting loudly with the attendants at the desk, his back facing you. You let yourself blatantly stare at his ass, highlighted by the black suit pants he dons. You jump up from your seat when he whips around and immediately locks eyes with you.
It’s as if no time has passed. The way his face morphs from a jovial demeanor to a dark lust has you aching yet again. He tosses a hand inside his pocket, removing a black and gold credit card that he hands back to the attendant, who is visibly shocked at the expense. Bo, on the other hand, hasn’t taken his golden eyes off you. The suit jacket fits him just as well as the one from before, but as you get closer, you can tell the black silk is much thicker-flashier in the way of style and statement. It’s built for taking off slowly.
You pace towards the man, relishing his gaze along your form as you let him grab your extended hand. He leads you to the elevator and presses the up button.
“Nice to see you again, stranger.” You say.
“Sorry for making you wait, princess.”
You feel his hand squeeze yours, and your heart jumps back into your throat. The elevator opens, empty, and the two of you walk in. It shuts, and you’re all alone. You lurch as the elevator drags upwards, your nervous thoughts whisking away as his fingers drag along the waist of your dress, giving him a quick glance at your upper thigh as he turns you towards him. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck, and actually notice a faint blush cross his cheeks just before your lips finally meet his. A faint scent of his cologne reminds you of leather and cedar, with just a hint of sweat. He’s ravenous, but controlled. You feel all his energy resonating from his lips–his hands–his body pressing against you. But there’s a hesitation.
As if he’s afraid of breaking you.
The elevator dings and the two of you reluctantly detach from each other. However, you feel his fingers sitting on your hip dig in as you step into the hallway. Each of the suites are marked with double doors lining the hallway, wit a golden-plated nameplate signifying the owner. He slides another card into his palm as you reach the last two white oak doors on your left. The nameplate with Koutaro Bokuto glints in red for a second as the lock unhinges. He wastes no time pushing you inside.
A yelp leaves your mouth as he slams the door heavily. But that yelp quickly morphs into a moan as he liftsyour body flush against the wall, moving himself between your bare legs. His arms cage you in just like you’d fantasized before. Only this time, you could feel his lust firsthand.
Your hands slide up under his black suit jacket, hard muscle tightening under your touch. His lips ghost down your neck, teeth grazing your collarbone.
“Finally. God, finally.” his guttural voice sending a spark of lust straight to your core. “I want you so bad.”
You feel his cock twitch in his pants when you gasp; he flips up the skirt of your dress and you can feel your wetness hit open air. He growls in delight.
“And it seems you’re pretty excited to have me too, aren’t you, princess?”
You can only nod, sighing with relief when he deigns to slide a hand underneath your panties. His lips suck on your bottom lip as a finger slips into your entrance. The other hand cups your neck, leaving it open to his mouth. You feel teeth bite hard into the sensitive skin.
“Fuck, Kou.” you whisper into his shoulder, which prompts Kou to add another finger and pump them both inside you. You moan louder, the sound of your sex making you lose control of your body … and mind. You wish he would take you. You need him, now.
“Please, Kou, I can tell you’re holding back. Please. Do what you want with me.” You say, the pressure building between your thighs giving you a surge of confidence. He removes his fingers, the hand behind your neck migrating to your jaw. You whimper at the loss, squeezing his thigh between your legs.
He takes a step back, his thumb roughly stroking your now swollen lips.
“Bend over that table. Now.”
————— Tune in this weekend for some … adventures 😉
Gah Damn
Now I have another reason to look forward to the weekend ;P
~Admin Kay
Dude this is amazing! I love how you write Bokuto as adult like, whew! I really hope you continue this series!
Hi! I’m sorry that this took me a while to answer! I hope you like it tho ;-;
(I didn’t include Daishou because I’m not familiar with him)
Sawamura Daichi: Before suggesting anything he’d ask his crush if they had anything particular in mind, and if their answer was no he would propose going to the movie theatre. He would probably want to go into the newest action movie and would be over the moon if his crush was up for it. (more plus points if they’re into action stuff and/or comics)
Oikawa Tooru: Wants to go window shopping/take a walk through the city and will 100% end up buying his crush some corny key-chain and tell them how happy he’d be if they would hold it dear to them and think of him whenever they’d be taking out their keys/phone (he’s so cheesy it’s gross). Afterwards he’d suggest to settle in a nearby café, and to enjoy the remaining time of their date talking and with a slice of cake.
Kuroo Tetsurou: Would probably fetch his crush after school and ask them to accompany him to his favorite eatery in the neighbourhood, and invites them over to his place afterwards for a movie date. Another place he might suggest would be going to a cat/owl café.
Bokuto Koutarou: Theme park dates are his thing! He would want to go to a amusement park, partly only to show his crush how tough he is by going onto all the big rides. If his crush would be fine with more people being present he’d suggest going to a karaoke bar with a few more people.
Ushijima Wakatoshi: A museum date would be what comes to his mind first, mostly because he thinks that a quiet and calm atmosphere for a date might be suitable. Either that or he’d just ask them to go grab lunch and drink a coffee with him. He wants to get to know them better so he’d like a place where they could just sit down and talk.
Terushima Yuuji: Totally the type to ask his crush to come to a festival with him. (includes booze and smoking pot of course). If he knew they weren’t as much of a party animal like him, he’d like to take a stroll through the mall to grab a milkshake and chit chat. He’d definitely say yes to a movie date as well.
Moniwa Kaname: Moniwa would invite his date over to his place to cook together. He’d either ask them if they wanted to go ingredients shopping together or would already have everything ready at home. After they cooked (his crushes favorite meal ofc pft) they’d eat together and enjoy the evening with a movie.
These are great! I totally forget about Kaname, why? He’s amazing! And no worries about Daishou, I don’t read the manga so I don’t know his character at all except that he exists.
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✿ – Sex headcanon
KUROKO
This cute little babe… you know how people normally see him as a sub? WELL HE”S A SECRET DOM (he’s a switch, really, but when he feels it he gets it going 120%), and it would probably be such an unprecedented thing, having him suddenly pin you against the wall as he passionately makes out with you, hand unabashedly roaming your body. The element of surprise makes it a lot hotter.
If you were to tell him you’d do anything for him in bed, his request would be a simple one: to never ever close your eyes or look away from him. You may think of it as easy, but it’s hard not to avert your gaze while he kisses and sucks down there…
MOMOI
Has probably played with her tits before lol she’s in high school and she’s being more curious and exploring about her sexuality and her body, and she usually gets distracted and starts to run her hands down her body to figure out what she finds the most pleasurable (her breasts turn out to be quite sensitive).
Which leads to point #2: she gets turned on really easily if it has something to do with her chest. Even a simple hug from you can rile her up if done right. When you bury your face in her chest, it’s done for, she’s going to be red and blushing while telling you she can’t take any more teasing.
AOMINE
A lot of people headcanon him as a sex god, and I agree and disagree at the same time. Aomine’s first time will be dorky, awkward, and vanilla af lemme tell you this boy is going to be blushing a lot and frequently asking if you’re okay. After the first few times, though, that’s when he starts to develop his skill in bed, and we all know he’s a fast learner.
At one point after he’s used to being intimate with you, he somewhat becomes addicted to sex?? Like he would sometimes wonder what kind of a pervert he is to be constantly aroused around you?? You probably don’t always give in to his invitations, so he masturbates sometimes when he can’t take it, purposefully being loud if he knows you’re going to be back home soon so you can catch him.
♡ – romantic headcanon
KUROKO
This guy is all about stuff that are labeled domestic fluff. Cuddling together in front of the TV? Yes. Cooking together? Yes. Reading books next to each other? Fuck. Yes. Kuroko basks in tender moments with you and he treasures them in his memory (and the occasional candid photos of you that he takes), though he doesn’t forget the importance of excitement in the relationship and will take you out if he senses your boredom.
NIGOU? IS THE ULTIMATE WINGMAN??? Seriously Kuroko owes the pup a heck lot because relationships usually start because of him, and even if he’s already in a relationship Nigou will always bring them closer. You better treat the pup right, too, because Kuroko won’t take it if you disrespect his dog.
MOMOI
CHICK FLICK DATES LOL she’s going to drag you down into a movie marathon full of cheesy, cliched stuff (although once in a while you find a movie you enjoy instead of criticize together). Most of the time you will be playing around and making jokes about the movie, but sometimes when the two of you are particularly lazy it’s just cuddling on the couch.
It’s sort of sad how Momoi will try her best to cook for people she’s close to, because her stuff is hor r i B L Eso it would be great if you can teach her the basics of cooking. It would turn out to be a fun time in the kitchen! unless she force-feeds you black goo, because you don’t want to turn her down and break her heart
AOMINE
Imagine going on chill dates to the cafe with this guy. He just likes hearing you talk about what is going on in your life in general, listens attentively, chimes in when appropriate. He loves your voice. Plus, you always dress up so nicely for these dates, sometimes he feels insecure about how plain he looks. Nevertheless, he tries to make it so that you have a good time together.
Whoever is romantically involved with Aomine, especially in the long term, needs to understand and support his career in basketball. It’s the one thing that takes up most of his time, and he does it because of his love for the sport. If his partner ends up making him choose between them or basketball, he’d pick basketball because obviously his partner doesn’t love him enough to be considerate of his passion.
Kuroko’s are my favorite in this, well done on all!
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Their Favorite Way to Show Affection:
Daichi: He’s a cheeseball and will probably buy you one of those Hallmark cards that says something like, “Thinking of you…” along with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers (assuming you’re not allergic).
Suga: He likes to trace his fingers along your skin. Sometimes it’s mindless: you’ll be watching a movie together on the couch and suddenly his fingers are trailing up and down your arm while his eyes are still glued to the screen.
Asahi: He loves hugs so much. Asahi loves the warmth and closeness they provide. Sometimes he’ll get overwhelmed with emotions and lose what he was going to say, but a big hug will say everything he intended to and more.
Characters are adults here, think late twenties. I also think this is longer than the other stories in Cantabile, because *inspiration*!
Maybe everything happened because of fate.
The recital hall is packed, and you’re not exaggerating when you say it literally looks like a sea of people. The traffic was hectic, which lead to your almost late arrival. You regret not being able to meet your student to give her encouragement, but thankfully her mobile was reachable just a couple of minutes ago, so you were able to cheer her on through a simple phone call.
You’re struggling to find an empty seat—the lights are dim, making it harder for you to look for one. Eventually you see one empty seat right beside the aisle, a man sitting on the seat next to it. You walk over in a slightly faster pace than you’re used to, not wanting the seat to be taken by someone else.
“Excuse me,” you say, grabbing his attention, “is this seat taken?”
Shocking scarlet eyes look back at you in mild surprise. He looks your age, somewhere between mid- and late-twenties, though his face might pass for early-twenties instead. He’s dressed formally, like most of the people attending the recital, including you. When he speaks, his tone is professional and dignified:
“No, please.”
You smile, relieved and thankful, as you shuffle into your seat, fixing your clothes as you’re seated. You murmur your gratitude, while he replies with a simple “you’re welcome”. Realizing that there’s still at least five more minutes until the show starts, you glance at him, pondering if you should make small talk.
Before you can decide, he beats you to it.
“What brings you here today?”
“Oh,” you blink, surprised at the initiative, “it’s my student, actually. She’s performing.”
His eyes shines with interest, that much is plain to see. A small smile graces his lips.
“Really. Instrument?”
“Piano. She’s playing Schumann today.”
He hums and nods, seemingly pleased with your answer.
“And what about you?” You ask.
“My friend’s daughter is playing,” he replies, “though I came here rather late, and I couldn’t seem to find him.”
“Wow, that’s unfortunate,” you say sympathetically, “did you get caught in the traffic or something?”
“Yes,” the redhead answers, shaking his head slightly at the memory of the traffic jam he experienced earlier. Owning a luxury sedan doesn’t make life easier in Tokyo. “I didn’t expect it to be that bad.”
“Same,” you sigh, “but at least we’re here now.”
The lights are dimmed down, and the two of you gather that the recital is about to start. Amongst the minimally lit room, however, you can see that the man has extended a hand.
“Akashi,” he says, “Akashi Seijuurou.”
It takes you two seconds into the handshake to offer you your own full name upon realizing that the person next to you is the CEO to an extremely successful company.
“How did you enjoy the performance?” Akashi asks you in the middle of the applause at the closing performance. You need to lean in a little bit to hear him, and your shoulder unintentionally touches his. He doesn’t seem to notice—if he does, he doesn’t look like he minds. You, on the other hand, have to mutter a simple apology, moving away before answering his question.
“It was intriguing,” you reply, slowly stopping your own applause, “some of the pieces were interpreted differently by their respective performers. I feel refreshed.” You smile, standing up the same time as he does. It seems like Akashi is going to at least walk out of the hall with you before parting ways, and with that in mind, you tread up the stairs with him by your side, exchanging banter mostly about the recital that just ended.
The light outside is almost blinding, since it is only 4 p.m. and the sun is still shining in the desaturated blue of the winter sky. You have to squint slightly a few moments upon exiting the dim hall to adjust your eyes. Akashi, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too bothered, and you notice just how he looks three times more captivating under the late afternoon sunlight.
“Your student performed brilliantly,” he compliments, “her teacher must be excellent, as well.” When he says that, he looks at you with mirth in his eyes. Is he teasing you? You can only chuckle and bashfully look down to the ground.
“Ah, speaking of which, I need to congratulate her,” you say, looking around outside the auditorium entrance to spot your student. She must be with her parents here somewhere.
“I suppose I should also say hello to my friend,” he replies. “But before you go, ___________-san…”
You turn to look at him writing something on what looks like a business card, before he hands it to you.
“I hope you don’t mind me giving you my personal number,” Akashi says with a smile. It is somehow different compared to the other smiles he’s sent you during the short period of time you’ve got to know each other—ever enigmatic, but somehow this time it’s more… gallant.
“I’d like to get to know you more, perhaps over coffee or lunch. Call me if you’re free,” he says, before spotting someone from afar—green hair and tall stature makes someone much easier to find in a crowd.
“And that would be my friend. Until next time,
___________-san.”
You’re in a standstill, his card still in your hand as you watch him walk away to greet his friend. Until next time, huh… he’s that confident that you’re going to call him.
You can’t say he’s wrong.
‘Getting to know each other’ ends up happening over lunch dates instead—he picks you up at 12.30 sharp every time, drives you to a restaurant that he recommends, and you’d talk and eat for an hour. From the four lunch dates that he’s taken you to, you now know several things about him: that he knows how to play the violin, and his favorites are Bach and Brahms, and that he also knows how to play the piano (unsurprising, in your opinion). He used to play basketball in high school—you know the whole story—and you know of his family. You know that he likes tofu soup, and a bunch of other things that would take a whole day to describe.
When you see him through the window of the classroom you’re teaching in, you can’t be any more surprised.
“Can you complete number 5 and 7, too? I will check your answers when you’re done with everything,” you tell your student, who replies with a simple “okay” before you walk to get the door, closing it once you’re out of the room. The look on Akashi’s face tells you that he’s entertained by your shocked expression.
“Akashi-san, what are you doing here?”
“Hello to you too,” Akashi says, holding out a small, simple bouquet of red tulips. Knowing him, who likes things of extravagance and class, he probably doesn’t want you to look unprofessional in your work place.
“I thought I could pay you a surprise visit,” he continues.
“Well, you succeeded on that,” you reply, holding the flowers in your hands, “and you shouldn’t have, really.”
“I wanted to,” he smiles. You have to hold in the urge to blush.
“Thank you, they’re lovely.”
“You’re welcome.”
Silence sets in the two of you for a few seconds, and you certainly aren’t able to gauge the look on Akashi’s face while your eyes keep looking anywhere but him.
“I was wondering if you’re free for dinner tomorrow night?” Akashi asks, a casual hand in his pocket.
“Yes, I am,” you say, “are you picking me up?”
“Of course,” he replies smoothly as he flashes one of those dangerously charming smiles to you. You thought that seeing it more often for the past three weeks would make you somewhat immune to it, but his charm, if anything, gets even stronger. Or is it you who is getting weaker? “Is seven alright?”
“Yes, that works just fine,” you say, smiling back at him. He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, like he always does before and after a date with you—you told him you thought only people in the olden days did that, and he laughed. This time, however, you don’t comment. The pink on your cheeks tell him everything he needs to know.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
You wave him goodbye as he walks away from the classroom towards the exit—the front desk must’ve told him you’re almost done with this class and let him in. You hope the other teachers weren’t around to see that… Opening the door to your classroom with the bouquet in your hands, you see your student still twirling the pencil in his hand, and when he looks up at you, he’s mildly surprised at the bunch of flowers you’ve got.
“How are we going along?”
“Sensei, was that your boyfriend?” The boy teases, grinning mischievously with curiosity in his eyes. You burst out laughing.
“He’s… someone I’ve known for a while. Now, if the question asks you to identify the tempo in
Mälzel’s Metronome—”
The dinner was splendid, even Akashi has to admit at least that. He told you beforehand that the restaurant isn’t really one you can enter without complying to a certain dresscode, which took you by surprise, but he must say that you look gorgeous with that outfit on. He just has to examine you from head to toe another time, you sitting quietly in the passenger seat of his Aston Martin, looking out the night lights of the city.
Akashi is never one to quickly jump into things that is uncertain. He does make swift decisions, but all of them are accurate, precise, calculated, and always right.
So when he thinks meeting you is love in first sight, that might as well be the truth.
It wasn’t all flowers and pink auras in your first meeting, that’s for sure, but he remembers exactly how it felt when his eyes met yours. There’s something different, and a voice inside him (his conscience, or his demons?) telling him that you’re different. Of course he included the possibility of being physically attracted to you, which is a very natural thing considering how appealing you are, but he’s never one to be simply allured by looks.
After various processes in his mind, he concluded that the butterflies in his stomach can only be the product of the so-called love at first sight.
“Akashi-san, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?” You ask, a small smile on your face. Trying to guess where he’s taking you makes it all the more exhilarating—you haven’t felt this way in a very long while.
“My home,” he answers, and before you can retaliate or question him, or think of other more suggestive possibilities, he continues.
“I want to show you something.”
When he brings back a violin case to the living room where you’re sat, you gasp. He can only smile back, taking extreme delight in your shock.
He’s going to play for you.
And it’s not like you’ve never heard someone play the violin. You’ve been to many violin performances, the recital where the two of you met counts as one, but to have someone that is a romantic interest to perform in front of you, just the two of you—
It has to be a serenade.
He elegantly holds the instrument up, his fingers delicately hovering over the strings, and as his right hand starts to move the bow across the instrument, you find yourself surprised yet again.
Liebestraum.
“Love’s Dream”, so it is called, by Liszt. It is a classic piano piece, you’ve never heard it on the violin before, but the melody sounds so enchanting when Akashi plays it. The room is quiet, and the sound of the instrument resonates so beautifully in the midst of the silence, letting you hear each and every note clearly.
It’s his confession of love.
Akashi is deep in concentration as he plays, so when his scarlet eyes look up at you from the violin, you can’t find it in you to look away. He’ll only gaze at you for so long before returning back to playing, eyelids fluttering once in a while as his fingers dance to the theme of the song. He said that he hasn’t played for a while… did he practice for this? Visions of him playing the violin somewhere in his mansion, alone, spending an hour or two for this piece—it grips your heart so strongly.
When the main melody is repeated in a higher octave, you know that the song is about to end, but it sounds so sad and beautiful that it makes your eyes water, hand cupping your mouth to prevent whatever unelegant sound you’re about to make. The piece reaches a romantic conclusion, like the last word written in a book, or a couple exchanging sacred three words.
Akashi exhales, puts down the instrument and looks to you to gauge reaction.
Instead of the applause he’s expecting, he sees you walking towards him and cupping his face with both hands before kissing him.
It’s something that he returns whole-heartedly, of course, for he’s sure his heart has never felt that close to bursting at the seams. The touch of your lips are initially soft and tender, but something in him decides to take more of you, and his hand moves to your waist to press you against his body. His mouth moves against yours in a passionate dance, encasing your bottom lip in his to suck on it, while he has a hand behind your head to pull you impossibly closer to him.
He wouldn’t have stopped if it weren’t for the wetness he feels against your cheek.
“You’re crying,” Akashi says after slowly pulling away, his finger wiping away the tears, only to find more of them streaming down your cheeks. You sigh helplessly before resting your face against his chest, inadvertently inhaling his scent.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “that was just… beautiful, I don’t know what else I can say—”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he says, chuckling a little bit, and you can feel the vibrations deep in his chest.
“I—did you—Akashi-san, how long—”
“Please, call me Seijuurou,” he cuts you off, patting your head lovingly in attempts to calm you down. “I shall also call you
___________, if you wish.”
“Seijuurou,” you begin again, and he prays to heavens that you don’t catch the way his heart beats like a hammer against his ribcage when he hears you say his name, “how long did you spend practicing for this?”
“That’s a secret I can’t tell,” Akashi answers, mischief apparent in his gaze. You pout, disappointed at the answer, but you lean up to kiss him again nonetheless, this time with your arms wrapped around his shoulder. Akashi’s lips curl into a subtle smirk against the kiss, and when your mouth opens slightly as a form of invitation, he wants nothing more than to accept.
When you part, your eyes are half-lidded, and Akashi can’t decide if it’s from lust or love before he concludes that it’s both.
“Aka—Seijuurou, are we…”
“A couple?” He finishes your sentence for you when he senses you trailing off, and then dips down to your jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin. “Yes, we are. I’d like you to be mine.”
“Mmm,” you hum in both agreement and pleasure from his treatment, “I’d like that too.”
Scarlet eyes look deep into yours, and he sees love in them just like you see love in his—it’s just a matter of time until the two of you feel right to say it out loud. For now, his violin has initiated the conversation, and you’re speaking with your eyes, with how you admire his face and how he watches your lips move as you speak. For now, the two of you will just bask in romance’s dream.
A time will come in the future when he’ll say he fell in love with you first and you had no idea, but that’s for later, Akashi decides.
Gahhhhhhh!!!!! Beautiful, beautiful!!! He’s so romantic!!!
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