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≫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.

No, no. Thank YOU for taking your time to write this, you have no idea how much it means to me that someone actually waits for me to upload something! And true, I'm considering taking a break, I'm not going to lie but I definitely won't give up writing- as I said, it's something I love! So thank you once again for sending this, I don't usually get much feedback so this honestly made my day! 💕

Thank you! I’m really happy you liked it!

Quite honestly, I don’t even know. I’m going through a slump and I wasn’t even sure if I should mention it because no matter how hard I try to put it into words it sounds childish. Nothing is holding me back from writing, it’s just that whatever I write feels forced and it’s bothering me because I really do love writing— but this time, looking at all the requests makes me feel as if though I owe it to you guys because you, for whatever reason, liked my writing enough to make a request of your own.

It’s silly, right? That should motivate me, not hold me back. But I really can’t help it. The last few posts I published on here seemed so forced to me but I published them anyways because hey, something is better than nothing, right? That is not what I want for my blog, though. I will try my best to keep this blog active and I can only hope that you can forgive me if I do so by writing my own ideas instead of tending to requests right away.

I’m not saying that I won’t do them, I will! Taking a break won’t help, it’ll only be an excuse to actually not write, which is not what I’m going for here.

I just want to thank everyone for being so patient with me, I’ll try to make the work worth the wait!

Ryouta’s wide grin turned into a frown as he squinted his eyes at your beeping phone.  While your apologetic glance would’ve been enough to calm him down any other day, it was not today. He had been away on business for weeks and he had much to catch up on—this was his opportunity to make up for his absence!

Much to his dismay, one of your colleagues had other things in mind.

He offered you a meek smile as you excused yourself, making your way towards the balcony. The male’s lips pursed themselves into a thin line as soon as you were out of sight; the grip that he had on his fork only tightened as he heard you giggling through the thick glass separating you.

“You’re giggling, hm?” the blond muttered, placing down the now slightly bent fork before getting up to his feet, his lips curling into a devious smirk, “We’ll see about that.”

Kise did his best to keep as quiet as possible upon approaching you, his gaze set on your exposed neck. Subconsciously, he licked his lips as his tongue grazed across the surface of his teeth and he couldn’t help himself but to imagine the feeling of them marking you— not only would it would make a clear statement, but it would be a fair warning to others to stay away. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to punish you for them being out of line and trying to take you from him…then again, he can’t say that he feels too hesitant to deliver the said punishment.

He decided to be at least a little bit patient; perhaps not even to be courteous but he couldn’t help his eyes wandering. Going out is always a hassle, with him being a model and all, so you agreed on a simple fancy dinner at home- neither of you, however, held back on the fancy part. If others were to see you, they’d surely mistake you for royalty.

The thoughts of him ripping it all off was the only thing tainting his mind, making him unable to wait any longer. Thank the heavens you didn’t go out because someone would surely complain about him taking you on the balcony.

His hands sneaked around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as his smirk only grew upon your immediate reaction to link your arms with his; soon enough he started trailing down gentle kisses from your earlobe to your exposed neck. What a success it was! You cursed at yourself for letting out soft mewls after being caught during a moment of weakness. As you swiftly made up a relatively believable excuse, you remained both fearful and excited for what others things the blond might have in plan.

“Don’t you dare hang up; you already traded me for that phone once. Let me show you just what you’re missing out on,” Kise’s voice remained soft but there was no denying the fact that the threatening tone lingering in there made your knees weak beyond words.

You released a whimper; after all, the male’s hands were as crafty as usual when it came to undoing your dress. The blond tried to contain his chuckles at your pleading expression—he would’ve been quick to give in to your silent plea but he couldn’t have denied himself the pleasure and possible risk of having someone realize just how badly they were intruding.

Thankfully, you lived in a secluded neighborhood and the only lighting in the surrounding area was being provided by the three candles set up merely for the romantic atmosphere.

“My, my,” the purr that your husband let out had made you tremble under his touch, “Not wearing underwear, are we now? Let’s face it, you’re practically begging me to bend you over and fuck your brains out. In fact… I think I just might.”

  “(Name)? What was that? Are you alright?” the voice from the other line questioned, making you tense up. With how quickly Kise was making your mind go blank, there was truly no saying how well you’ll manage to keep yourself quiet.

“Y-yeah! You… You just caught me at a bad time, I went out for a run and you know how quickly I go out of breath,” your voice hitched at the end, your eyes widening as you felt the male spreading your legs, his palm playfully switching between teasing your entrance and your throbbing clit as he reveled in the fact that you were already wet beyond measure.

At that point you already knew that keeping your cool would be nearly impossible, you had to end the call! Sadly, you couldn't tell her to hang up, not when Kise was smirking from ear to ear as he trailed rough kisses down to your chest before pressing you up against the stone edge of the balcony.

Impulsively, a loud moan escaped your lips and no matter how hard you tried to play it off as if though you just fell, she wanted to hear none of it. She merely excused herself and said that she would call back later, if not even tomorrow.

“I told you not to hang up,” the blond teased, tilting his head sideways so that his bangs were tickling your sensitive skin. It didn’t take you long to realize that his hard member was out on the loose, pressed between your thighs as he playfully began moving back and forth, waiting for a reaction out of you.

“In my defense,” you squirmed, putting gentle pressure on his member as you guided it with your palm towards your soaked core, “You didn’t tell her not to hang up. I find this teasing to be truly unfair, after all that time we’ve spend apart. Don’t you think we should blow off some steam like proper adults?”

Kise finally thrust his hips upwards, taking you by surprise while at it, “What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? You know I’ve always wanted to take you from the behind on the balcony yet you always feared getting caught; an opportunity like this shouldn’t be passed up.”

You pouted, rolling your eyes at the male before you pulled away and turned around so you could properly face him, “Is it fair that I’m the only one naked?”

And as the male’s golden eyes stared down at you with adoration, his palms immediately went out towards his buttoned up shirt as you placed your focus on his pants. In a matter of seconds he was as bare as you were.

“That’s more like it,” you commented with a dangerous glint in your eyes, your palm taking a hold of his member which made him shiver in anticipation as you started twirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, “It’s cold out here, isn’t it?”

“On the contrary, I’m burning up, baby,” he cooed, getting your hair out of your way as he put it into a make-shift ponytail. He laughed at how he thought that he’d be the one having you lean on the balcony but there he was, gripping the said freezing surface for support, his head thrown back in pleasure and you kneeling before him, teasing the ever loving crap out of him.

"Thankfully we don't have any kids to catch us," you commented, looking up at the blond's blissful expression.

In a split second, his eyes shot wide open as he tackled you down, wrapping your legs around his shoulders as he pressed his twitching cock against your entrance, "How about we work on that?"

With a huff, you playfully hit his chest as you rolled your eyes and arched your back, signalling him that it was more than okay to begin, "I'm on the pill, genious!"

"We can practice for some time, I don't mind," he said, finally giving you what you wanted as his thrusts picked up on their pace, "It doesn't seem that you do either, Ms. Kise."

Aomine Daiki is a policeman like no other– sure, his temerament might get in the way of his private life but his heart and mind turn cold beyond reason while he’s wearing his uniform. Which is exactly the cause of his heartbreak.

He had to make a choice; it was either you or the twenty-something people being threatened. He made a decision, with his hand steady and his gaze unwavering. But most of all, his heart heavy.

He regretted it, he regretted making the right decision and no matter how hard he tried to make himself believe that a price of one life for twenty was reasonable, it wasn’t. Aomine was as human as the next guy, so why did he have to pretend to be a soldier with the heart of ice!?

It haunted him. The memory of you falling to his feet, a smile on your face as you tried to console him, telling him how proud you were that he saved all those people. It wasn’t worth it.

One bottle. Two bottles. Three bottles. It wasn’t enough; he still remembed you. Your name, your scent, your hand in his, the weight of your limp body in his arms as he cried to heavens, begging them not to take you away. But they did. And it was his fault.

He will never forget the sorrowful looks that his colleagues directed at him; the firm, one palmed grip on his shoulder as they told him that it would get better. That it was for the greater good.

Psch. As if! You were the greatest good he has ever gotten and the greatest good he ever could have gotten!

He released a sigh. He had to take his mind off it. Off you.

Four bottles. Five bottles. The memories only became more vivid— he could neither run nor hide. His ultimate tormentor was his memory and he knew that there was no escape from it.

“You can’t go on like this,” Kuroko tried to reason with him but Aomine refused to listen, “How much time does it have to pass before you realise that you’ve reached the bottom?”

With a grunt and a rub of his temples, Aomine rolled his eyes at the blue haired male, “I know I’ve hit the bottom, I want to dig deeper. Six feet under if needed. I don’t care for as long as I can be reunited with her.”

Before he had a chance to chug down the rest of his wine, Kuroko took the liberty to take it away from him, an evident frown present on his features.

“Enough is enough,” Kuroko’s voice was so firm that even Aomine had to take a step back and take his words into account, “I can’t make you get help, but you too know that you desperately need it. Drinking your issues away won’t get you anywhere— you know (Name) would hate to see you like this. She viewed you as a hero!”

“I killed her!” Aomine slammed his fist down, knocking the glass that Kuroko put away down to the floor. He didn’t even flinch upon it shattering. He could merely add it to the list of broken things in his life.

Kuroko took a step back, his eyes wide. Ever since you’ve been gone Aomine has never once let his anger take control.

“I killed her, I’m not a hero!” his voice switched from raw anger to a shaky, muttering mess.

“You had to make a choice!”

“I did, and I made the wrong one! I should have protected them all, I should have- I should have found a way to save them all!”

“Aomine…” Kuroko trailed off, his gaze softening, “You’re only human. Just because you should have doesn’t mean you could have. You know she wouldn’t like to see you in ruins like this. Look towards the future, or at least try to. Otherwise you’ll end up taking your own life regardless of the fact that you’ll still be breathing.”

He received no reply. He just hoped that it was because the words got through to him.

And in a way they did.

Because from then on, Aomine tried to look forward to a better tomorrow but why, oh why was yesterday the only thing on his mind?

I assumed you meant Haikyuu, I hope this is alright~

Girl, as much as it hurts me, Kuroo is your guy, hands down!

While he himself isn’t too crazy about bondage, he adapts fairly well and would make sure to learn what you like and what you don’t as quickly as possible… Don’t be fooled, he will play nice in the beginning but you will see what kind of a tease he can turn into.

It’s no secret that good boys use toys, especially if you trust him enough to do it while you have a blindfold on— it will be an exchange of raw pleasure and gentle passion, he will go between trying his best to make you forget your name and trying his best to make sure that you can never foret his.

Roleplay is his hidden passion, it can make the experience that much more powerful, at least for him, that is! Don’t you worry, he will get you out of your shy shell in a matter of minutes— he is very supportive and quite the sweet talker; with him by your side you will never lack praise.

Creampies are such a turn on for him, seeing you dripping with his seed and taking him in as much as you can is enough him hard in a bat of an eyelash.

In general, and I said this before yet I’ll say it many times after, he can adapt to anything and everything. No matter what you suggest, as long as it’s sanitary, he will probably try it out at least once and there’s nothing that he likes more than his partner having the same mindset. Which you, thankfully, do!

You haven’t given me much to work with so I hope you don’t mind this being short!

Bokuto would truly appreciate your ability of being a switch, he admits that being either a dom ot a sub for too long can become too tiring for him. It should come as no surprise that he shares your open-mindedness when it comes to trying out new things!

It’s more of a guilty pleasure for him but he does enjoy being teased; put on a little strip dance for him and you’ll have him eating out of your hand in no time. Be careful though, he can be somewhat vengeful— he’ll deny you your release for as long as you would deny his, if not even a little longer. He doesn’t mind being on the receiving end but he feels that he prefers it way more to have you being the one begging for him to finally give it to you~

Hello there~ I match you up with Terushima for, what I hope, are obvious reasons.

Doggy style, you say? You mean the pose which allows deep penetration and an amazing view of your ass? Sign him the fuck up!

And don’t get me started on his oral skills— that piercing just makes it that much better, you don’t even know. Luckily for you, he does and he isn’t the type to hesitate when it comes to putting it to a good use.

You can expect him playing at it quite often, especially in an attempt to tease you. Looking at him licking his lips and staring at you with lustful eyes shouldn’t be a foreign sight to you.

He isn’t opposed to you going down on him either, don’t you forget that. Especially in public, even if the place itself doesn’t matter that much to him.

I think it’s a no-brainer that he is indeed a dom and he prefers to stick with that. Unless you point out that you’d like to be the one in charge for the night, he probably wouldn’t be bringing it up.

With the right person, he is more than capable of having sweet sex. Especially if it’s a special occasion! Thankfully he can do a full 180 on a whim ;)

Dirty talk, name calling, marking, roughness, teasing/denial, ddlg (to an extent, I’d definitely be up for the nicknames like baby girl, princess, etc. and calling him daddy~), taking it from behind, hair pulling, oral, creampie, praise, stuff like all of that with great aftercare is 👌👌Im pretty sure given the circumstances I’d be more than willing to get him riled up and jealous by being more friendly and touchy with his teammates and friends~ I guess thats it? Thank you!! 2/2

Haizaki is your guy! He definitely needs a girl he can hold onto + curves make him lose his self control in an instant. The fact that you’re shorter than him gives his ego quite a boost. Not that he needed one, we know that he’s already dominant enough with or without a height advantage but at the same time it can’t hurt, can it?

To be honest, your kinks perfectly align with his— especially creampie. You’d be in for more than a rough ride for more than just once. Each time he would toy around with different elements, sometimes focusing on just the daddy kink and you being a good girl, taking in his load with no questions asked, sometimes sparing you the unnecessary words and doing it rough, quick and undeniably wild.

I hope you weren’t hoping on hiding the numerous marks that he would leave on both your neck and everywhere else. He’d insist you wear them proudly or a punishment would be coming your way. After all, there’s nothing out there that he loves more than driving you up the edge and then denying you your sweet release unless you find just the right words to make him cave in.

Surprisingly enough, you won’t hear the end of the countless praises being thrown your way in the aftercare or during a blow job. He has his sweet side as well, let’s not forget that!

Careful what you wish for though, rile him up and you most probably won’t be able to walk properly for a week nor would any make up out there be able to hide the massive hickeys that he would be more than generous with.

I'm so sorry for this being Knb but I honestly couldn't think of anyone from Haikyuu fitting the bill properly!! If you have someone in mind, send it in like a self ship and I'll agree/ disagree and say why or why not. Once again, I apologize but I thought better knb than nothing!

If you're disappointed may I interest you in a scenario with a character of your choice?

D and J have already been done for Oikawa!

Dirty secret— self explanatory.

😎 Terushima does love putting his piercing to good use, but he can only dream of his partner being able to do so as well. A nipple piercing would turn him on to no end, especially if he is one of the very few who knows. The fact that it’s a secret makes it even hotter because he is one of the very few who knows them that well. Not saying he would mind a tongue piercing… or perhaps one down south ;)

Jack off— masturbation headcanon.

😎 Trust me, he does it often and he does it well. He has a high libido so even if he prefers dealing with his issue with a partner, he’s not the one to object to it being a one-man job. Knowing him, he sometimes does it out of boredom while scrolling through his phone without even registering that he awoke a sleeping soldier.

😎 As long as he’s sure no ones around he can do it right about anywhere. And Terushima being Terushima, he would probably experiment quite a lot with what he finds the most pleasing so he can tell his partner later on in case they’d like some brownie points. So far, his guilty pleasure is teasing himself to no end. He both loves and hates it to do so.

Risk— are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

😎😏 While both Oikawa and Terushima are definitely game to experiment, Terushima is more prone to taking various risks than Oikawa is. Oikawa will try faking being into more risky actions out of fear that his s/o would peg him to be boring but he really isn’t. Don’t mind his cool guy act ;)

J has already been done for Oikawa!

Dirty secret— self explanatory.

😈 Akashi may pretend that he’s this perfectly smooth gentleman, but much like any other guy he wants others to know what’s his. He’ll comply without a complaint if his partner says that they don’t want to be marked, but his dirtiest secret is that he can spend an entire day dreaming about the places where he could leave his love marks on his s/o in order for others to back off.

😏 Oikawa is a major dom, but when you’re giving him a blow job he goes weak. You can practically get him to do anything while you’re giving him head, he will easily give in. He gets quite vocal during it as well- I’m sure his partner doesn’t mind in the slightest but Oikawa gets easily embarrassed by it.

Favorite position— self explanatory.

😈 I’m afraid to say that Akashi is, while opened to many experiments fairly basic when it comes to his favorite position; it’s missionary. It’s simple and classic but he likes the fact that it offers a lot of eye contact and an opportunity for him to assert his dominance. He gets to control the penetration depth as well as the pace so in case he feels that his partner needs to be punished, he can do so quite easily.

😏 As I said before for Oikawa, he is a huge sucker for oral so it should come as no surprise that he enjoys the good ol-fashioned 69. While he does prefer being on the receiving end of the deal, he understands that a relationship is a two way street so he won’t hesitate for an instant to return the favor. And trust me, he’ll return it good.

Jack off— masturbation headcanon.

😈 Akashi honestly doesn’t masturbate much; he either relieves his tension with his partner or controls himself until he’s able to do so. If he has to, he’ll do it quickly and soundlessly in a bathroom, merely because he minds the tightness in his pants. On another note, he does indeed have an imagination vivid enough to not need any visual aid.