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WEAR THE HAT (RIDE THE COWBOY) — quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary:in which, Quinn Hughes thinks you should save a horse! (…and ride a cowboy)

note: oh this is a longggg one! Also confident + cowboy quinn is superior >

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, sexual content, p in v, nicknames like pretty girl, baby and sweetheart, use of y/n, pining galore, enemies to lovers realness, Quinn with a dirty mouth that loves to praise you.

word count: 4.3k

You very much, very disliked Quinn Hughes. You always had and you could pinpoint the exact moment where it all began.

You had moved next door to the Hughes family when you were eleven. You’d cried the entire journey, sad to leave your old friends and old house. This misery stayed with you, even as you spotted three kids playing in the street, and even when you’d spotted your new home.

You’d hurriedly dried your eyes as your Mom had parked the car, desperately trying to hide your sadness. You’d plastered a smile across your face, but as soon as you’d stepped out of the car, you found yourself tumbling backwards onto the gravel, due to a plastic puck to the forehead, shot at you by none other than Quinn Hughes himself.

You’d carried a bump, a bruise and a pure dislike for the boy at that very moment.

His brothers on the other hand were great. Jack, who was only a year your junior, was one of your closest childhood friends, the two of you as thick as thieves when it came to neighbourhood shenanigans. And Luke as a child was obsessed with you. In his mind, you were his sister and he wanted to do everything by your side.

…but Quinn?

He never apologised for the rogue puck, nor had he made any attempt to be nice towards you or make conversation. In fact, every time you were in the same vicinity as him, he acted like your presence was the biggest inconvenience, ignoring you at every turn and fleeing whenever you showed up.

And so the silent feud persevered and the thorough dislike felt was an emotion well-shared.

You rid your head of all those thoughts as you climbed out of your car which you had parked just down the street from the Hughes’ lake house. It was Halloween at the Hughes’, despite it being the middle of July.

Halloween was always a big holiday in the Hughes’ household, so when the brothers couldn’t celebrate it together in October due to their demanding careers, Jack had come up with the clever idea to hold a costume party once a year in the midst of summer to give everyone a chance to let loose and have a bit of fun.

So here you were, in the middle of July, dressed in denim daisy dukes, a brown tank top and brown, leather cowboy boots. You’d thrown together your costume in a matter of minutes, hell-bent on borrowing the brown cowboy hat you regularly saw hanging on the coatrack in the Hughes home.

Your boots clattered against the pavement as you approached the lake house, the sound of music and people talking, singing and dancing seeped out into the night air of Michigan. You pushed open the door, being instantly greeted by a wave of heat and a faint smell of alcohol wafting through the air.

“y/n!”

You whipped your head towards the crowded living room where Luke had clambered over the couch, to reach you. You stumbled backwards as he threw his arms around you, your chuckles radiating as he rocked you side to side in joy.

“I thought you weren’t going to come,” he whined as he pulled away, finally letting you look at the costume he adorned.

“And pass up free drinks?…never,” you hummed, fixing his black robe. “Also, I’m loving the costume, Anakin.” Luke grinned and scratched his head as he glanced down at his costume bashfully.

“I love your…oh my god,” Luke trailed off as he read your tank top, his eyes widening and cheeks blazing as he slapped a hand over his mouth.

You beamed from ear to ear as you glanced down at your shirt which conveniently read “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

“I’m a cowgirl, Luke,” You laughed, “actually, where’s that cowboy hat I always see when I’m around here? And can I borrow it please?”

Luke’s look of shock and amusement remained laced across his features as he glanced around the party.

“What?” You asked in confusion, following his eyeline only to freeze where you stood. “No…god, no, Luke!”

“I think the hat’s already in use,” Luke spoke, lowering his lips to your ear so you could hear him as he shuffled to your side. “Bye!”

Luke laughed heartedly, patting you on the shoulder before he returned to his friends in the living room, leaving your eyes locked on the sight ahead of you as a scowl crept onto your face.

Standing right ahead of you, sipping a drink as he talked to friends was Quinn Hughes…dressed from head to toe as a cowboy.

Fuck. Your. Life.

This was great, this was just fantastic. You wanted to rip your hair out in frustration, especially when you saw how good he looked in it.

One thing you refused to ever mention, was that despite your deep-rooted dislike for him, the eldest Hughes brother had been one of your first crushes because let’s be honest, objectively, Quinn Hughes was a good-looking man. You’d have to be a fool not to notice it. Your childhood crush on him had faded, yet every once and a while, it poked its ugly head out and caused you to go into full lockdown mode.

And now, seeing him in denim jeans, a grey shirt that stretched around his thick biceps and the cowboy hat you’d intended to steal, the ugly head of your childhood crush flared up, screaming at you to act on your desires.

With a huff, you folded your arms over your chest and headed towards the kitchen to grab a drink to wash Quinn out of your mind.

Hours later and a few drinks in, you found yourself sitting on the couch, with your legs strewn across the cushions, a plastic cup in hand, and a mind buzzing with alcohol-induced courage. The party had escalated into chaos as the night wore on, with laughter, music, and questionable dance moves scattered around the home.

Despite your initial annoyance at Quinn's unexpected presence, you had managed to avoid any direct interaction with him throughout the evening, skilfully avoiding him. However, as the night continued, you couldn't help but find yourself stealing glances across the room at the eldest Hughes brother. He seemed relaxed, chatting effortlessly with his friends, his cowboy attire adding a rugged charm to his usual demeanour.

Lord, you needed to get a grip.

But each time your gaze lingered on him, a vicious and conflicting mix of irritation and attraction stirred within you.

On your latest trip to the kitchen, you had glanced backwards and the party’s noise dulled as Quinn's eyes met yours. Even from across the room, you could see his nostrils flare and his eyes flash with an emotion you couldn’t place. For a brief moment, the world completely stilled as the intensity of his gaze pierced through the crowd. You quickly averted your eyes, heart pounding in your chest, but the memory of his piercing stare lingered, igniting a flame within you.

You’d abandoned your mission of heading the the kitchen and had swiftly taken back up your residence on the house’s couch, lounging back into the cushions, feeling rather flustered from the minimal interaction.

"Hey, y/n!" Jack's voice boomed over the music, snapping you out of your thoughts. He plopped down on the couch beside you, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Having fun?"

"Yeah, it's been a blast," You nodded, offering him a lopsided smile as your head lolled toward him. He had chosen to be a football player for the evening, adorning a jersey and eye black smeared on his cheekbones.

Jack chuckled, nudging your shoulder playfully. "Glad you could make it,” he spoke up, raising his voice to be heard. “You know, Quinn's been asking about you."

"Really? Why?" You asked defensively, as your eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of scepticism and intrigue swirling in your head.

"Who knows?” Jack shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “Maybe he wants to bury the hatchet or something."

"I highly doubt that."

But deep down, a small glimmer of hope flickered within you. Could it be possible Jack was telling the truth? The thought sent a strum of anticipation coursing through your veins and straight to your beating heart.

Before you could dwell further on the matter, Jack grabbed your hand, excitement evident in his eyes. "Come on, let's get a drink!" He urged, pulling you onto your feet as you allowed Jack to yank you towards the kitchen and straight past his older brother, whose eyes seemed to be locked on your figure.

–

You didn’t know how long it had been since the kitchen, but right now you were holed up in one of the bathrooms upstairs, staring at yourself in the mirror. You were at that wonderful stage of tipsy where the world was good and bright.

A sudden and loud bang on the door rattled its structure as you groaned and banged back.

“Occupied,” you practically sang, your eyes flitting from the mirror to the door.

“You can’t be up here, it’s off limits,” the deep voice called back sending butterflies cascading through your stomach. With a giggle, you opened the door and shook your head.

“Move on, Hughes,” You tutted, “you should never hurry a woman in a bathroom.”

Quinn’s eyes widened a fraction from where he was leaning against the door frame, expecting there to be someone hooking up or throwing up inside of the bathroom.

“This is still out of bounds,” he eventually sighed, his arms folding across his chest.

“Even for me,” you fluttered your eyelashes jokingly, biting your lip as you stared at Quinn’s unmoving figure.

“Especially for you.”

It was as if those words sent all of your insecurities tumbling down, each one of them being thrown in your face as your upbeat persona completely dropped. You suddenly felt rather sober, all of the adrenaline and fun seeping from your body.

“Fine,” you hissed, bumping his shoulder as you passed. You were going to head down to the party but you felt your body turn back to face him before you could. “Actually, no!”

“You have a real stick up your ass you know that, right? I tried to be civil with you but all I get back is whatever this…” you gestured to his disgruntled state. “–is. I’m done trying. It’s obvious you don’t like me, so quit staring and quit asking about me. We don’t have to be friends or even be civil anymore, we can just stop.”

You turned around towards the stairs with gritted teeth, before you spun around on your heel once more.

“Oh and for the record, you stole my intended hat,” you pettily huffed, slowly reaching up and taking the hat from Quinn’s head before pulling it onto your own. “I’m taking it back for the rest of the night.”

A sigh fell from Quinn’s lips as you fixed the hat on your head with a smirk, nodding to nothing as you looked up at the man once more.

“Now, I’m done,” you eventually hummed in satisfaction, walking back towards the stairs.

Before you could get any further, you felt Quinn's arm snake around your waist, pulling you back towards him, his chest meeting your spine. Opening your mouth the argue once more, you found yourself faltering, feeling his nose brush along the supple skin of your neck, the scruff of his beard leaving a wonderful tingling in its wake.

"Haven't heard you heard, pretty girl?" His voice rasped, his lips skimming the shell of your ear as your heart quickened. "You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy."

Your breath caught in your throat at his closeness, his cologne engulfing you as your heart fluttered in your chest.

“Quinn…” you struggled to say, your body pliant as he slowly turned you so you were chest to chest with him.

“Had to watch you all night walking around in those little shorts without a care in the world that everyone was watching you,” He continued, his hand reaching up to brush hair out of your face. “But you were watching me, hm? You always do, even when we were younger.”

Your mouth was slightly agape as you remained quiet, your eyes following Quinn’s that dropped to your lips briefly.

“Think I haven’t noticed it?” He spoke, his nose brushing gently against yours. “Oh, sweetheart, why don’t you ask me how I noticed.”

You couldn’t find the words to speak as you tried to process what was happening and why you liked being held like this by him.

“C’mon, don’t go all quiet on me now… go and ask.”

“How..?” your chest rose and fell unsteadily, warmth rushing around your body at you and Quinn’s close proximity. “How did you notice?”

You watched as his head lifted slightly, a soft chuckle breaking from his lips.

“Because I was watching you,” He stated, his voice an octave above a whisper as he locked his deep and softening eyes on yours. “I always watched you, starting from the moment I hit you with that damned puck.”

“You never apologised for that,” your stubborn remark mixed with the need that your voice trembled with.

“How was awkward, twelve-year-old me ever going to walk up to a pretty girl and try to explain himself?”

“You thought I was pretty?”

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl, I’ve ever seen.”

You ducked your head before Quinn tutted and lifted your head with a warming smile.

“You got me nervous,” he admitted, his voice soft in a way you’ve never heard before. “So when I hit you, I grabbed the puck and pretended it didn’t happen. It was only after that, did I realise what I had just done.”

Quinn sucked in a small breath as he continued, his thumb caressing over your cheekbone in soothing strokes.

“I tried to apologise to you so many times but you hated me too, you know? I’d already pissed you off, I didn’t want you to thoroughly hate me.”

His confession sliced at your heart but your body radiated in a desirous heat that ensnared all of your senses, as you leaned closer to his body, relishing the firmness of his chest and the way it rumbled when you’d stepped closer.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you, Quinn,” you whispered, your hands reaching up to hold onto his biceps.

“Can I kiss you?” Quinn’s hoarse voice murmured, causing your thighs to clench in anticipation. “Please?”

A primal desperation swept over you as you nodded and pulled Quinn down onto your lips. Your lips met in a clash, electricity humming around you as he swept his tongue along your lip.

For a first kiss with him, this was better than you had ever imagined.

The two of you remained locked, Quinn’s hold from where he cupped your cheeks, grounding you to the earth as you grasped at his arms to steady the sudden lightness that filled your body.

When the two of you withdrew to catch your breath, his forehead dropped to rest against yours as the two of you breathed one another in. The party downstairs was a distant memory as you surrounded yourself in Quinn and the moment that lingered in the air.

Another moment passed before the two of you jumped straight back into the kiss, the addictive excitement driving the two of you. Kissing Quinn was like driving fast with the windows down in summer; hot, freeing and thrilling.

Your hands tangled at the back of his neck as he held you tighter to his skin, one of his hands dropping to your lower back to press you against him.

A loud clatter from the stairs caused the both of you to pull apart, watching as two of Jack’s drunken friends almost face-planted. Quinn reached back out to you and dipped his head to whisper in your ear.

“Jump.”

Without another thought or complaint, you jumped into his awaiting arms, your legs locking around his waist as he carried you to his room, down the hall and out of sight from prying eyes. Quinn’s lips found yours in a feverish dance as he pushed his back against his door, to open it before he brought you inside and kicked it closed.

“Quinn,” you found yourself panting, your heart beating a mile a minute as the heat of your flesh became unbearable, the desire to have his hands all over you overwhelming your senses. “I want you.”

“You have me,” Quinn smirked, his head lowering to press kisses along the curve of your neck as he slowly sat on his bed.

Still entangled around him, your legs straddled his thighs as he pulled you close. His hands moved to your waist, holding you as he continued his tirade of kisses down your neck, pausing only to suckle on the sweet flesh casting a darkening bruise on your skin.

Soft moans of pleasure tumbled from your parted lips as your hips moved forward and back on his lap, desperate for any friction or satisfaction.

“Look at you squirming, you need it bad, hm?” Quinn teasingly murmured against your skin whilst you whined at his words, your hips rocking. “What do you say, pretty girl, want to ride a cowboy?”

His words caused a pure and animalistic craving to wrack through.

“Please,” you gasped out as he nipped your neck, brushing his tongue over the mark.

“I’ve got you,” Quinn whispered, tossing the hat from your head, his hands whipping your tank top over your head to leave you in only your bra. You felt a breath escape you at the sudden movement, your head dropping forward to look at him.

“Beautiful,” he commented with half-lidded eyes, lingering on your exposed flesh as one of his hands lifted to undo the back of the bra. The bra fell swiftly with your help, your arms tossing it somewhere into the darkness of Quinn’s room.

Quinn’s eyes darkened at the sight of your bare chest, his tongue running along his bottom lip as he admired you. You whimpered as he grasped your breast in his hand, kneading the supple flesh, eliciting a sharp moan from your lips.

“Never seen anything more perfect in my life,” he spoke, bowing his head to swirl his tongue over your nipple, his other hand pinching and kneading the other in a perfect contrast of pleasurable tension. Your hips ground down onto the growing bulge in his pants, relishing the raw material of his jeans against your shorts. He kissed across the valley of your breasts, capturing your other nipple in his mouth, showing it the same amount of attention as the other.

You were a stuttering mess, when he eventually withdrew, his eyes dark and careful as he slowly lifted you from his thighs and placed you on your shaky legs.

“Last chance, pretty girl,” Quinn breathed out, his fingers dancing along the waist of your shorts. “You sure you want this?”

Without breaking eye contact, you unbuttoned your shorts and let them fall to your ankles, stepping out of their constraints before you climbed back onto Quinn’s lap.

“I was promised a ride,” you simpered, your eyes ablaze as you bit down your lip. Your hands ran over his clothed chest, pulling the hem up, revealing Quinn’s sculpted body. He slowly sat up, allowing you to completely yank the grey shirt over his head.

In a sudden move, he gripped your hips and spun you, changing your positions so that you were pinned beneath Quinn, your chest palpitating as your eyes flared with a venereal need.

He stepped away from your body, slowly unbuttoning his jeans, as you moved to prop yourself onto your elbows.

With bated breath, you watched Quinn as he shed his clothes, your heart racing with anticipation. The air in the room felt charged with desire, every movement he made sending a jolt of electric excitement through your veins. As he discarded his jeans, revealing his toned physique, your eyes drank in the sight hungrily, a certain lust igniting within you.

Quinn's gaze never left yours, dark with intensity as he prowled towards you, his steps deliberate and purposeful. Your breath hitched as he knelt before you, his hands trailing up your thighs, sending shivers of anticipation cascading down your spine.

"So pretty," he murmured, his voice husky as his lips brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake whilst his hands pulled down your panties. His touch was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across your skin. “Oh, baby, you are soaked, all this for me?”

You gulped as he let a grin crawl across his face, reaching behind him to place the panties in his drawer before he returned to you.

With trembling hands, you reached out to touch him, your fingers tracing the contours of his body, memorising every ridge and plane. The heat between you was palpable, a primal need driving you both towards each other with an irresistible force. You gently pulled him towards your face, unable to bear the tension any longer.

As Quinn's lips found yours in a searing kiss, you melted into him, surrendering to the fiery passion that consumed you both. You dragged him down on top of you, his body a heavy yet comfortable weight pressing against your bare body.

“Need to feel you,” you rasped, heat flushing across your body. “I want to feel you.” You rolled over, to be on top of him, your legs automatically pulled apart by his thick thighs. “Do you have?…have you?..condom, where?”

You found yourself babbling, finding it hard to focus on the words as your body cried in desperation. You watched as Quinn opened his fist revealing a silver, foil packet, which he’d grabbed from the drawer.

“Put it on for me?” Quinn asked cheekily, winking at you as you practically tugged the packet out of his hands.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, earning a soft poke in the side from the man beneath you as you shifted your weight to manoeuvre Quinn’s underwear down. Your eyes locked on his whilst fingers gently dragged the material down, allowing his thickened cock to slap against his stomach. You suppressed a guttural groan at the sight.

You were practically salivating at the view, your eyes wide with wonder as you carefully reached out and stroked down his shaft, spreading his beads of pre-cum down his length, relishing the grumble that wracked through Quinn’s chest as he watched you with parted lips and a heated look.

Your teeth ripped open the wrapper of the condom, and you slowly rolled it onto Quinn's length, feeling the tension between you bubble over. With each movement, your heart raced faster, your body craving the feeling of him that awaited.

Quinn's breath hitched as your fingers traced over his skin, as you grinned down onto his thighs, hardly able to contain the vicious warmth pulsating through your veins.

With the condom securely in place, you straddled Quinn once again, feeling the heat of his body beneath you as you positioned yourself, ready to take what you both yearned for. His cock brushed over your dripping wetness as his hands found their way to your hips, guiding you gently as you lowered yourself onto him, the shaking sensation of fullness engulfing you both.

A low, guttural moan escaped Quinn's lips as you sank down, inch by inch. Your mouth parted in pleasure, your hands grasping at the flesh of Quinn’s abs for stability. The burning sensation of the stretch to accommodate his length, fuelled your desire as you gave yourself a second to adjust to his size.

“Oh my god,” you gasped out, slowly rocking against Quinn, sparks of pleasure bursting up your spine whilst you threw your head back.

“You take it so well, pretty girl,” Quinn huffed, his tight grip on your hips urging you up and down on his cock. His grip was an anchor, keeping your body grounded despite the ethereal pleasure you were experiencing.

Your walls tightened around the ridges of his length as it glided through your wetness. The room was filled with a cacophony of sounds, your pants of satisfaction mixing with Quinn’s carnal groans.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of passion and desire as you lost yourselves in the rhythm of the moment.

Quinn’s hand crept towards the epicentre of your pleasure, his thumb circling your bud as you ground down on him. You let out a strangled yelp as he thrust up to meet your movements, both of you chasing your orgasms.

Your nails dug into his flesh as you moved up and down with his guidance. Your pelvis meeting the the sparse hair on the base of his cock as he hit the spongey spot inside you that erupted in glorious pulses every time he brushed against it.

“I can feel you clenching me,” Quinn murmured, his thumb quickening against your clit as you approached the edge of ecstasy. “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?”

“Quinn,” you panted out, picking up your speed as you tethered on the dangerous edge of your climax.

“That’s right,” He urged, his thrusts up unwavering as you met them in pure need. “Let everyone know who’s making you come.”

Your thighs shook as the knotted tension in your stomach loosened as Quinn pulled you closer and closer to that glorious bliss.

“Y’look so good,” Quinn practically slurred, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you bounce. “You’re so close, pretty girl, c’mon, let go, I’ve got you.”

His words shot straight down your core as the tension in your stomach exploded, as your body shook in the purest of pleasure, loud moans escaping your parted lips as your orgasm washed over you.

Quinn pumped up into you, letting you ride through the bliss as he grew closer and closer to his own. His grip on your hips held you on him as you relentlessly clenched around his length.

With a final grunt and a chasing thrust, his grip tightened and he spilt into you, eliciting a whine from you at the mere feeling.

Your body felt boneless as Quinn pulled you down onto his chest, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close. Both of your chests rose and fell in sync, both completely blissed out whilst his hand entangled in your hair, holding your head toward the crook of his neck.

You moved your head carefully to press chaste kisses to his jaw, as he lightly chuckled and adjusted his hold on you.

“How was your ride, pretty girl?” Quinn mumbled, his head lolling to the side to meet your eyes.

“Perfect, 7/10,” you whispered with a soft smile, your fingers tracing his cheek.

“Only seven?” Quinn spluttered in shock, but before he could descend into a panic, you continued.

“Mhm…I think we need to go again,” you nodded very seriously, mischief glittering in your eyes. “You need to convince me, cowboy.”

“You’re a cheeky thing, aren’t you,” Quinn hummed, his hand twisting around your hair to gently pull your head back.

“You like it,” you smiled, brushing your lips across his.

“Damn right I do,” Quinn growled, “Now hop back on, baby, seems like I have some convincing to do.”

Hope you enjoyed! any and all feedback is welcomed with open arms

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Be Rough With Me

Duncan Idaho x Atreides!Reader request: yes gifs credits: @thespicemustflowgirls (gifs aren't mine; please don't mistake them with the original owner) divider credits: @rookthornesartistry @cafekitsune (template; gradient colour & symbol my changes) Summary: Duncan has always been a generous and gentle lover. Y/n is afraid to ask him to be rougher, but Duncan is more than happy to oblige his woman's needs. Warnings: 18+, MDNI, rough sex, brief choking, dirty talk, semi-public sex, mention of pregnancy Word Count: Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and adored xx this fic is inspired by Nick Jonas - Chains

Welcome to day eleven of MissJadesfics Kinktober/Flufftober 2024! Day 11: Rough Sex w/ Duncan Idaho

With her wine-stained lips, yeah she's nothing but trouble. Cold to the touch but she's warm as a devil

Y/n loves Duncan with her entire heart and soul; she loves how gentle he is with her. His constant affections and affirmations made her heart skip. Despite being a brutal warrior and fierce in battle, his hands could never be rough with her. He wanted to, but he had his reservations. Y/n was delicate, and he treated her as such. So, he was shocked when she came to the training room after his session with Paul; she wrapped her arms around his body, her lashes fluttering seductively; his hazel irises piqued with interest as her sudden nature changed. “What does this pleasant yet unexpected visit mean, my love?” He mumbled, his lips grazing hers Y/n sighed gently, a leg draping around his waist. Duncan grinned, his head resting on hers, a hum bubbling in his throat. “Can I ask something of you, Duncan?” The Atreides swordmaster nodded slowly, his knuckles brushing her cheek. “You can ask me for anything you know, that princess” He furrowed his brows at the tone of nervousness laced in her voice. “As of late…” She began as she grew nervous looking into Duncan’s eyes; the familiar smirk pulled on his lips, his thumb tracing her bottom lip, a shaky breath escaping her parted lips. “I was wondering if perhaps you could be rougher with me?” She whispered. Duncan raised his scarred brow in response to her question; his breathing grew heavy, and their mouths brushed. “You want me to be rougher with you, hmm?” He purred dangerously Y/n swallowed, nodding gingerly; Duncan’s nose flared, and his jaw clenched lightly. A low growl rumbled in his chest. His nose nudged her cheek, breathing in her scent. His hands trailed down her body cupping her ass. Their bodies pressed together, and Y/n’s lips tugged in a smile. Duncan looked at the door out the side of his eyes. “I did not think Duncan Idaho would into being caught during an…intimate moment?” She whispered seductively in his ear. Duncan huffed in annoyance, reminding himself anyone could walk in. “I will happily indulge your needs later, my love. For now, you should go before I pin you to the floor” He grinned, smacking her ass playfully.

I gave all my heart but she won't heal my soul. She tasted a break and I can't get more

For the rest of the day, Y/n felt the unbearable ache between her thighs grow. Sitting at the dining table with her family, her brother Paul was busy conversing with their father and mother Y/n pretended to feel faint. “I think I shall retire for the evening. I am feeling a little unwell.” She bid her family goodnight and left the hall, a glowglobe following her as she walked to her chambers. Feeling an arm pull her to the wall, she was embraced in Duncan’s hold. “Duncan-” She began, his lips cut off her speaking as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Panting heavily between kisses, Duncan’s warm breath fanned her face, making her shudder, her heart pounding, her mind growing fuzzy. Duncan’s mouth trailed kisses along her jaw down her neck, his hips jerking the roughness of his pants, creating a delicious friction Y/n moaned, biting his shoulder with each roll of his hips against hers. Duncan ripped her dress, his hand disappearing to feel her bare cunt to his fingers. Duncan moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he moved the dress aside, grinding his cargo pants to her exposed spread legs. Y/n whimpered at the sensation of her arousal drenching his pants. Duncan moved his hips fast and hard Y/n’s arms draped over his shoulders, her fingers tangling into his chocolate locks, tugging the roots tightly.

Wrapping a hand around her throat and applying enough pressure so she was still able to breathe, Y/n’s eyes met Duncan’s in the darkened atmosphere, the lust flowing in his hazel eyes as if a wild animal had taken over his body. “Fuck Duncan!” Y/n gasped. Their lips met in a passionate entanglement; the lovers caught in the moment neither heard footsteps approaching down the hallway. Y/n’s eyes shot open, pulling away from the kiss and trying to tap Duncan’s shoulder. “Someone is coming” She whispered. Duncan covered her body with his in the corner of the walls, their breaths shallow and hushed, trying not to laugh. When the footsteps receded, Duncan peeked his head out and swept her in his arms, carrying her over his shoulder and moving her to his chambers. “Duncan!” She scolded him at his nonchalant behaviour; a swift smack on her ass silenced her as Duncan chuckled at her reaction. Throwing her on his bed after closing the door with his foot, Duncan removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants as Y/n spread her legs eagerly. 

Duncan didn’t give her a chance to prepare as he entered in one harsh thrust. A cry fell from her lips as her fingers gripped his shoulders. His pace was brutal and rough, just like she had asked of him. Y/n arched her back, moans tumbling from her mouth as Duncan’s jaw slacked, feeling how wet she was; no matter how many times he fucked her, he could never get used to feeling how she felt around his cock. Y/n could feel every vein, and ridge of Duncan’s cock slide in and out of her, the motion sending her into a frenzy as she writhed underneath the swordmaster. “Oh, Duncan!” She whined, his palm wrapping around her neck again, his thumb tracing her jaw. Duncan grinned, his lips caressing her cheek. “So pretty, aren’t you? Fucked out on my cock and begging me to fuck you senseless in this bed” He grunted, delivering a few wild strokes of his pelvis. The head of his cock hitting her sweet spot overwhelmed her senses; Duncan let out a guttural sound feeling her walls clench around him. Duncan pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach, knocking the air out her Y/n’s head fell on the pillow as Duncan’s hands pulled her back by her hips; resuming his intricate movements, Y/n gripped the sheets drool forming at the corner of her lips. Duncan’s grunts and deep moans made her wetter with each thrust. 

You got me in chains, you got me in chains for your love. But, I wouldn't change, no I wouldn't change this love. Tryna break the chains but the chains only break me.

Changing angle, Duncan laid her down slightly, his arm supporting her around her waist as he pounded deeper. Stuffing her cunt full of his cock, Y/n sobbed as Duncan used her for his and her own pleasure; it’s what she wanted; she wanted it rough. She wanted to be left a begging mess, sore and unable to process what was happening. Covering her body, Duncan pressed kisses along her shoulder and neck, his breath panting heavily in her ear “Taking me so well, sweetheart, who knew you’d be such a whore for me, hmm?” He purred, his tongue licking the shell of her ear Y/n let out a needy whine, her hips wriggling to meet his Duncan leant back, his cock twitching inside her as Y/n felt her peak wash over a sudden scream escaped her lips, pleasure rippling through her moans muffled in the pillow. Duncan’s thrusts became sloppy, his jaw clenched, a thick growl emitted from his chest, and he came inside her. Painting her walls with his seed, his tanned body slick with sweat, his rough breaths filled his chambers as he pulled Y/n back to meet his chest, his lips pressed a tender kiss on her pulse.

“After this, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re with child in the upcoming weeks?” He murmured with a sly grin.

[internetprincess420]

Metallica Masterlist

⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)

Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)

Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Summon Me (18+) ˚ (demon!james au, dorm sex, ambiguous ending)

Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)

Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)

Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)

Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)

Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)

After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)

Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series

Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, bondage, phone sex, mutual masturbation, creampie, happy ending)

Backstage Birthday Pass (18+) ˚ (birthday surprise, fluff, smut, oral sex, fingering, dressing room sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Kirk Hammett

A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)

Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)

Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, mutual masturbation, public sex, cumshot, bondage, sex tape, roleplay, voyeurism, happy ending)

Pages Deep (18+) ˚ (fluff, smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Jason Newsted

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, begging, bondage, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, sixty-nine, creampie, roleplaying, semi-public sex, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)

⭒ Lars Ulrich

Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)

Baseline (18+) ˚ (partial angst, fluff, oral sex, public sex in shower room, rough sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Cliff Burton

You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)

[internetprincess420]

Epiphany

The lines of sweet sorrow have shown her head. Looming legacies of old crumble beneath the puppeteers strings as blood runs cold on the sandy dunes of Arrakis.

Series Masterlist

Duncan Idaho x Fem!Reader

One // Serve

Two // Relief

Three // Flesh Wound

Four // Bleeding

Five // Crashing

[discontinued]

[internetprincess420]

haiiii:333

i promise i’ll come up with something for u guys soon!!!!!! i’m currently in the process of trying to go back to university so life’s mainly been me working 24/7 and sleeping all day so i’ve just been too lazy lolllll

love u guys! talk to u all soon!!!!🖤🖤

[internetprincess420]

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:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw . sub!vampire!julian devorak . dom!fem!reader/apprentice . menstruation kink . blood kink . facesitting . squirting . slight mommy kink (says it like once?) . slight scent kink . handjob .

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 3.8k+

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

The shop was bustling with patrons today. A flurry of foreigners passing through town from the far north came in for herbs and bobbles alike, some having to duck under the door frame in their rigid tallness. They even bought some of the runestones you’ve been trying to sell for months, overall a successful day business-wise!

If only you were in the right spirits to enjoy it. Concealing pain with a smile and chipper attitude only lasts so long, and while the Northmen had been easygoing, you felt relieved to finally flip the sign on the door to closed.

You try to be enthusiastic as Julian makes his dramatic entry from just next door, lazily wiping down the front counter. He seems to notice your mood however and flusters, toning it down and walking up to the counter to lean over it.

“Busy day?” He inquires knowingly, red eyelashes fluttering when you meet him halfway for a kiss.

“You could say that,” You chuckle, smiling against his lips and snaking an arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Did you get any precariously tall northerners in your clinic by chance?”

“Yes actually, how did you…” He looks shocked that you knew. 

“Had half the caravan in my shop. It was good for business but… well.” You sigh, sagging against the counter as a cramp twists your stomach in knots. You grimace and shift as you feel that icky trickling sensation.

Keep reading

[internetprincess420]

LOGAN HOWLETT masterlist

Note: The reader is always female, with little to no description (maybe long hair, I can't help it).

• Prom | There is a prom happening in the X-Mansion. | Words: 6600+ | smut

• Broken & Mended | Y/N leaves the Avengers team without a word after her heart is broken. | Words: 3400+

• A Little Game | Logan’s been searching for Y/N for months. | Words: 4000+ | smut

• Remembrance | Y/N gets sad news and she’s not allowed to say goodbye. | Words: 3400+

• Blast from the past | Logan's old friend stumbles upon him at school. | Words: 5400+

• A Touch of Hope  |  After a mission went wrong, Logan brought an injured mutant into the school. And with that, new hope has arisen - for mutants, for the school, even for Logan. | Chapter story | on hold

[internetprincess420]

a little distraction

» synopsis - ⟡⋆˙ as you're watching your boyfriend work, your presence ends up distracting him.

» word count - ⟡⋆˙ 3.1k

» contents - ⟡⋆˙ lawliet x f!reader, fluff, established relationship, kissing, slight nsfw? (nothing too explicit), suggestive themes, making out, L being touchy 😳

» notes - ⟡⋆˙ woweee! hello everyone! welcome to the very first L fic on this acc 😮‍💨 i actually wrote a while ago but it has been dusting in my drafts but here it is! i watched death note back when i was a teenager and IMMEDIATELY fell in love with this man, and now he's back in my heart so i couldn't resist writing this 🤭 anyways hope y'all enjoy, happy reading!! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

» m.list - ⟡⋆˙

Focused on his computer screen, L’s fingers tapped away in a steady rhythm. After some time, he caught sight of you sitting beside him from the corner of his eye. His typing slowed, and he turned to glance at you.

“Is there something you need, or are you here just to watch me work?” he asked in a quiet, monotone voice.

“Just watching,” you replied with an innocent smile. “You look cute when you’re focused.”

A small, low hum leaves L’s lips as you say that, his dark eyes returning to his laptop screen as he goes back to typing. However, a faint, almost invisible heat soon creeps onto his cheeks. A rare yet warm smile tugs on his lips from your compliment, which he almost always tried to hide with his usual, blank expression.

“…Do I now?” He mutters, quietly and monotonously as he continues to type.

“Are you blushing?” you teased, leaning forward with a playful smile, tilting your head to get a closer look at him. “Oh my god, you’re actually blushing.”

Another low, quiet hum leaves L’s throat as you lean forward to try and see his face, which only makes the heat on his cheeks worsen. 

He feels suddenly embarrassed that you’d call him out, though it’s not the first time you’ve managed to do so and embarrass him. He’d never show his embarrassment, of course, so he merely continues with his work as if nothing happened.

“What a ridiculous implication…” He denies quietly, but his voice is wavering slightly.

“No need to be shy, L,” you joked, nudging his shoulder lightly with yours before settling back into your chair. “It’s only the two of us here.”

“Yes, yes... I’m aware,” he muttered quietly, relaxing a bit when you leaned back in your chair instead of hovering over him.

You hummed in response, your gaze shifting to the screen.

“Found anything yet?”

L glanced at you once more as you spoke, sighing at your question.

“Nothing of importance yet… It’s starting to feel like we’re chasing after a ghost at this rate…” He mutters with a tired huff.

A hint of a frustrated frown etched on his features. He hated this feeling of chasing a mystery, it annoyed him that he couldn’t find any important details for his work no matter what he did.

“Do you… Do you still think it’s... Light?”

A low hum escaped L’s throat once more, pondering your words before responding.

“Yes... I’m still quite convinced that it is him... But I can’t say for certain yet,” he murmured, a hint of uncertainty coloring his weary voice. 

In his mind, however, there was no doubt that Light was Kira. Yet, convincing others without solid proof remained a challenge.

“Hmm.” Your gaze shifts back to your boyfriend, “I don’t know how you do it. I’d feel like my head would explode.”

L let out another small huff at your remark, feeling a slight amusement creeping in.

“I’m flattered that you hold me in such high regard,” he muttered sarcastically in his dull, tired voice, followed by a small yawn.

Despite his fatigue, he persisted in his diligent work, only pausing occasionally to stretch his back.

“It’s true!” You smiled softly. “I really do admire you, you know?”

Hearing you say that causes L’s hands to freeze on the keyboard for a moment, his dark eyes widened just ever-so slightly. He’s still not used to receiving such sincere compliments or any at all, it’s a rare occurrence to get a genuine compliment without any teasing attached.

After a while, he finally relaxes slightly as a soft, faint smile curls onto his lips, only lasting for a few seconds before returning to his work. 

“I appreciate that… Thank you.” He mutters quietly.

You and L continued to sit in silence, broken only by the soft sound of his typing and the occasional click of his mouse. His fingers moved rhythmically across the keyboard, his eyes fixed attentively on the screen. Despite his focused demeanor, his stoic expression couldn’t hide the fatigue evident in the shadows under his eyes.

You silently admired the way he worked, observing his disheveled hair and slightly droopy eyes from exhaustion.

Though, as perceptive as ever, L sensed your gaze, but he attempted to disregard it, a faint warmth tinged his cheeks. Eventually, your persistent staring caused his hands to halt their typing altogether.

A quiet huff escaped his lips as he glanced briefly at you, a slight frown on his face.

“What are you staring at now?”

You didn’t reply immediately, your eyes fixed on him with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. His fingers continued their rhythmic dance across the keys, and despite the interruption, he remained focused on his task.

“Not staring,” you corrected him, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. “Admiring.”

L's expression softened imperceptibly at your words, though he tried to maintain his usual stoic demeanor, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. His dark eyes glanced downward briefly before returning to the screen, where he resumed typing.

“Well, I appreciate the interest,” he murmured, his voice still tinged with exhaustion. “But please, try not to distract me too much. I need to focus.” he continued, hoping his response would put an end to your staring, even though a part of him secretly enjoyed the attention.

“I know,” you replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips as you allowed him to immerse himself back into his work.

Though, it didn't take long before he asked. “Must you stare so intently?”

“Yes,” you answered bluntly.

He let out a quiet huff, meeting your gaze with a stern look.

“Well... If I’m that fascinating... Why don’t you come a bit closer?” His tone shifted subtly, a low chuckle accompanying his words. A rare mischievous smile crossed his lips as he watched your reaction with growing interest.

You beamed at his invitation, leaning closer, your eyes locked with his.

His small smirk widened as you moved nearer, sitting up slightly, a fluttering feeling stirring in his chest. Your faces were closer than usual, yet he made no move to pull away. In fact, his dark eyes briefly flickered down to your lips before meeting your gaze once more.

“Are you going to kiss me?” You whispered innocently.

A very faint huff of laughter leaves L’s lips at your question. “I thought that was quite obvious….” He says quietly and monotonously, his voice laced with a rare hint of teasing. 

His dark eyes bore into your face for a moment before he leaned in swiftly, pressing his chapped lips against yours with unexpected tenderness. You sighed softly against his lips, savoring the feeling of his touch. L pressed closer, bridging the gap between you further as he continued kissing you, he’s initially hesitant but gradually relaxing into the gentle press against your lips. 

Suddenly, the office doors slid open, startling you both. You quickly pulled away, eyes turning towards the doorway to see Matsuda standing there, eyes wide with surprise.

“I-I’m sorry—” he stammered, cheeks flushing pink.

A quiet huff escaped L’s lips, tinged heavily with annoyance at the interruption that had disrupted his rare moment of affection and intimacy. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he refocused on Matsuda’s figure in the doorway, swiftly regaining his composure. His blank, cold demeanor returned almost instantly.

“This better be important.” He says with a quiet edge to his voice.

“O-Officer Yagami wanted me to give you these,” Matsuda explained hastily, making his way towards both of you and handing L a stack of papers.

He bowed slightly, clearing his throat awkwardly before straightening up. “I-I’ll get going now.” Matsuda shifted his eyes to you, offering you a bow as well. “Goodnight, Miss [last name].”

With that, he turned around and hurried out of the room.

L took the bunch of papers handed to him, glancing at its contents without a word. It only takes him a single glance at the papers for his eyes to light up in thought, immediately distracted by what he’s seen.

A quiet hum leaves his lip as he examines the documents in his hands before placing them on his desk. He’s suddenly distracted from his affection towards you, and now completely focused on the papers.

“These could have some promising leads…”

“What is it?” you asked curiously, trying to catch a glimpse of the papers. 

L quickly lifted them, tilting them slightly so you could see. He continued scanning through the documents swiftly, his finger pointing out specific details on the pages.

“Information about Kira, his kill patterns, and the victims,” he explained, his tone quiet yet tinged with excitement. The fatigue and sleepiness that had been evident earlier seemed to fade away as he focused on the pages.

You nodded in understanding. “Ah…”

L's eyes moved rapidly across the text, absorbing each word. His hand absentmindedly ran through his black hair, his attention completely absorbed by the information. He was now fully engrossed in what he had discovered, having momentarily forgotten the affectionate moment you had shared just moments ago.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” you announced quietly, rising from your chair and stretching with a soft groan. “I’m tired.”

Upon hearing your words, L finally tore his gaze away from the papers and turned to look at you. He tilted his head slightly as he observed you standing up and stretching.

“So early?” 

“Why? Want me around?” you retorted with a smirk playing on your lips.

L didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of surprise at your teasing.

After a pause, he finally spoke with a small huff. “No. You’re distracting me,” he muttered, returning his attention to the papers

“You weren’t exactly complaining when we were kissing,” you pointed out, your smirk widening, giving his cheek a small poke. “But as you wish. I’ll get going.” 

A quiet ‘tch’ was the only response L offered to your teasing poke, though strangely, he didn't seem to mind it.

“Good... Don’t cause me another distraction,” he muttered quietly, his eyes fixed on the screen once more.

“Goodnight,” you said softly, leaning down to give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

L paused for a moment as you approached, closing his tired eyes as your lips met his cheek. A faint blush tinged his cheeks, warmed by your simple gesture, though he tried to maintain his stoic expression.

“...Goodnight,” he murmured quietly.

As you turned to leave to retreat to his bedroom, L’s hand gently gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. He stood up slowly, leaning his head against your shoulder, enveloping you in a tender hug.

It was an unexpectedly affectionate gesture from him. His breath brushed gently against your neck as his eyes fluttered shut, holding onto you in a rare moment of vulnerability.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quietly, concerned by his uncharacteristic display of emotion.

He doesn’t give any explanation or words in response. He simply clung to you silently, relishing the attention and affection.

“L..?”

Suddenly, he mumbled some quiet words, his voice soft and slightly embarrassed. “...Just stay with me a little longer... Don’t leave yet,” he murmured quietly, leaning back slowly.

“Oh…” a small smile tugged at your lips. “Of course.”

He watched you intently in silence for a moment before slowly sitting down and gently tugged you onto his lap.

“Come here for a moment…”

A surprised gasp escaped your lips at his sudden display of affection and clinginess. 

“You’re so touchy today,” you teased, a surprised smile playing on your lips.

L doesn’t respond with words, only huffing quietly as his arms continue to cling onto you. Though, you feel him bury his head into your neck, his lips slightly grazing your skin as a slight blush appears again on his pale cheeks.

“I just feel… Somewhat affectionate today, is that a problem?” He mumbles against your skin somewhat monotonously, his hot breath brushing over your neck. Despite his dull, tired voice, you can hear the hint of embarrassment and shyness in his words

You chuckled softly at his remark. “Not a problem at all, just surprised,” you replied, your fingers gently brushing through his hair.

A very faint sigh leaves L’s lips when your hands thread through his dark, slightly messy hair, closing his eyes as he enjoys the soft sensation. His arms tighten around you just slightly, burying his head even more into your neck.

“Mm…” Is his only response, feeling incredibly comforted with your presence.

A small chuckle escapes your lips. “Weren’t you the one who said not to distract you?”

He doesn’t respond with words, but you feel him shift slightly, pulling himself away from your neck as he looks at you with a softness in his eyes that was rare and endearing.

“You’ve got work to do, remember?” you teased lightly.

L simply shook his head slightly, his voice gentle when he finally spoke. 

“It can wait.”  He muttered, gently pulling you closer. One of his hands slid under your shirt, resting against your skin, seeking the warmth and comfort of your touch.

You quirked a brow at him. “What are you doing?”

He looks up at you with an almost innocent glance, his hand slightly sliding down your side until he can gently grab your waist as he leans in close to you.

“...Touching you.” L mumbles plainly, as if it was an obvious answer.

You couldn’t help but smile at his straightforwardness, feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin.

“Just touching?” You teased, a small smile forming on your lips.

A small huff escaped L’s lips at your teasing, slightly embarrassed by his own affection and the swiftness of his actions. He looked up at you, his eyes peeking through messy black strands partially covering his face.

“Yes... Just touching…” he replied, his hand under your shirt slowly moving higher.

You hummed in response, your breath hitching as his fingers ghosted dangerously close to your chest. 

A small, breathless laugh left L’s tired lips at your reaction, a subtle yet amused smile appearing as he looked at you quietly. His thumb brushed against your chest, caressing your skin softly while his other hand gently gripped your waist.

“...You like that?” he muttered quietly, his tone soft yet slightly amused.

When you nod subtly, he hums quietly in response, his eyes softening as he watches you with a surprisingly affectionate glance, as if enjoying your reaction to his touches. He lifts his other hand to your back, pulling you even closer to him. L notices the way your body reacts, slightly amused yet encouraged by how you swallow heavily when his breath brushes over your neck. He lifts his head from your shoulder slightly, bringing his lips closer to your neck, gently brushing them over your skin.

You let out a small sigh as he slowly and gently trails kisses along your neck.

“L…” you murmured under your breath, the sound encouraging him to continue. Gently pressing his lips against your neck, the way you say his name so breathlessly, yet so gently, makes him melt inside.

“Mm...?” L hums against your skin.

“W-What if someone comes back?” You stammer, a hint of concern lacing your voice.

“They won’t,” he murmured, his confidence and the way he kisses your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “Don’t worry.”

A small gasp escapes your throat, both at his remark and the sensation. “But—”

“But what?” L interrupted smoothly as he softly moved the collar of your shirt to the side, gently placing kisses along your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him. 

“We can’t do this here—”

L pauses for a moment, going silent as you say that. Despite pausing for a brief moment, a small scoff escapes his lips as he looks up at you with a slight amused glance.

“…And why not?”

To the average man, it would be common to worry about how intimate and passionate moments can’t happen in public, which you were implying, but L… L honestly could care less…

“I…” Unsure of what to say, you remain silent.

“That’s what I thought…” L mumbles with a soft amused bite to his voice, bringing his lips back to your neck once more.

You inhale sharply at the contact of his lips on your neck once more, giving you no time to recover. Though succumbing to the feeling of pleasure would be nice, you can’t help but pick up the sounds of footsteps nearing. Panicking, you push him away, jumping off him.

The door slides open as Watari enters silently, pushing a small cart of sweets towards you both. L’s expression briefly shows disappointment as you push him away just as he was beginning to enjoy your attention.

“Ah, Watari... Welcome,” L mutters quietly, his voice carrying a slight monotone edge, turning his head to acknowledge him.

“Miss [last name], I wasn’t expecting you to stay the night. Is there anything you need? I can fetch it for you,” Watari asks softly as he stops the cart beside your boyfriend.

You wave your hands frantically while shaking your head. “U-Uh, no! Thank you, Watari. I was actually about to go to sleep.” 

“Very well, just let me know if you need anything,” with a slight bow, Watari quietly exits the room.

L watches him depart. Then, he shifts his gaze back to you with a soft yet tired glance. Taking a small bite of his snack, he places his other free hand on the small of your back, gently urging you to come closer.

“Now that we’re alone... Why don’t you come back here?” he murmurs quietly, his voice low and intimate.

“No way, we’ve been interrupted twice already. Next time, we might not be so lucky, and someone could get traumatized.”

“Traumatized?” he echoed quietly, a hint of disappointment in his voice, accompanied by a soft huff leaving his lips. L gives the smallest eye-roll before returning to his snack, taking another small bite. “All we’re doing is kissing.”

“We weren’t just kissing.”

L goes silent for a moment, his eyes returning to you slowly.

“...We weren’t?” L mutters with a slightly sarcastic yet monotone voice, tilting his head to the side as if asking you to elaborate on what you said.

“You were literally groping me just now!” You retorted.

L gives a small scoff in response. “So? I didn’t hear you complaining,” he shrugged casually. “Besides, it’s only the two of us here, remember? Don’t act all shy now.” He echoed your earlier words to him.

Turning around, you wave a dismissive hand over your shoulder. “Whatever, I’m going to bed.”

L rolls his eyes slightly, reaching forward to pull the cart of sweets closer to him, grabbing something else to munch on. He watches your retreating figure and mutters to himself.

“...Tch. You tease.”

[internetprincess420]

what knb guys like to do with you in their free time— part 2.

cw: hanamiya & imayoshi might be ooc idk

an: since part 1 did so well, i figured why not do a small part 2! if you would like to see more, pls lmk what characters u would like to see! askbox is open! hope u guys enjoy!🩷

makoto hanamiya

- i’m a firm believer that makoto likes to stay in and hang out alone in the comfort of his home

- he loves to play video games with you

- his personal favorites are rainbow six siege and valorant, but he’s not opposed to playing roblox escape mcdonald’s obby if it means you’ll hang out with him

- as much as he tries to deny it, he loves to spend time with you

- i also think he enjoys having deep conversations about any and all topics. school gossip, pop culture, video games, etc. you provide a perspective that he wouldn’t have thought about, and he really enjoys that you can keep up an intelligent conversation with him

teppei kiyoshi

- teppei doesn’t care what you do as long as he gets to see you

- but if he got to pick, he would choose to go to the zoo

- teppei loves cute animals, and he loves you, and you’re cute. win-win-win situation for him!

- he will buy a huge auntie anne’s pretzel and you guys will just chow down on it and walk around the zoo together

- he definitely asks for pictures in front of all his favorite animals, and you obviously cannot turn him down

- he will buy you anything and everything you want at the zoo gift shop

- he wants to cuddle when you get home and he wants to talk about every animal you guys saw and he wants to tell you why you’re the best partner in the world and he just wants to talk and cuddle and get his scalp massaged and his hair played with

shoichi imayoshi

- similar to makoto, shoichi prefers to be isolated

- he prefers to spend time either at home or outdoors where no one can bother him

- i think he would love to try to cook various foods with you and ramble about life

- he would cook up some fish he caught while you prepare the side dishes

- (can’t stop thinking that shoichi lives and BREATHES jeff buckley. just the vibes idk.)

- when you guys eat the dinner, he will pass off some sarcastic remarks but will mean it in a good way (he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings purposefully believe it or not)

[internetprincess420]

@shintaru oh my goodness i am so flattered!! u made my entire week!! u are such a darling🩷🩷your works are AMAZING!!!

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

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Thursday Nights // Kiyoshi x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

A/N: I said a couple of days ago in my state of drunkness that I would give y'all some Kiyoshi spicy content, and once sober up I figured I should keep my word so here I am!

Context: just an insight on what your typical Thursday night is with your boyfriend Kiyoshi. 😊 For plot’s sake both characters are adults.

Warnings: straight up smut. We’re talking oral sex (m! & f! receiving), some boobs action (because I am famously a boobs person hihi), some p in v action, unprotected sex, creampie… hmm yeah, enjoy! :)

When you announced to your parents that you were moving in with your boyfriend Teppei, their reaction wasn’t what you’d call supportive. Between them telling you that it would be hard to adjust, and that living together was going to seriously affect your relationship, you were ready to prove them wrong. And eventually, that is just what you did. Maybe you two are an exception, but Teppei and you living together seems to be one of those things that are meant to be. The way you will just synchronize to adjust to each other is truly extraordinary.

And tonight, is just a proof of how nothing can disrupt your harmony. Thursday night, after a day of boring non-sense, you are in your bedroom laying around in one giant t-shirt covered with toothpaste stains because you may be an adult, you still don’t know how to properly brush my teeth. Teppei’s taking a shower; he just came back home from a match with the team he trains – he may not be able to play anymore but he’s happy being a coach, as long as he still gets to be surrounded by basketball every day. A minty scent comes up from the bathroom, which indicates that he’s done. You can already smile knowing that he will enter the room soon, to get his clothes and join you in bed just after. And as predicted, he comes out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. You look up briefly at him, which he doesn’t fail to notice because nothing goes unnoticed with him.

“Anything on your mind?” He asks (supposedly) innocently.

You shrug.

“Nothing, why? Is there anything on your mind?”

From the way you read his tone, you know where this is going. One thing about your boyfriend, is that he isn’t one to hide his intentions. Honesty being a full constituent of his personality, when he has this kind of plans in mind, he won’t hide it from you. Besides, you’ve been together for a while now, so you’ve learned how to read him. He stands at the edge of the bed and calls you through a gesture of the hand. You stand on the mattress, being almost as tall as him for once.

“There’s only one thing on my mind all the time” he says adorning his usual smile.

“Basketball?” You reply teasingly.

“You.”

“Come on now Teppei, that was fucking cheesy!”

You shake your head, and he pulls you close. His eyes are glistening, which is something you love. As a matter of fact, you really love his tender brown eyes, especially when they lay on you. At this moment, you want to kiss him, but you also want to be a tease – that’s just your nature. But it’s Teppei, and you love him too much. You don’t resist anymore, and you rest your lips against his. He chuckles, not that the situation is amusing, but the direction this night is taking is surely enjoyable.

“Now big dummy, what are we gonna do?”

He raises an eyebrow, indicating that he’s about to strike with one of his sudden demonstrations of malice.

“I’m gonna do you, how about that?”

You hit him on the shoulder; he’s being too cringy. But you are also in the arms of the most beautiful man you know, so you eventually cave in. You fall on your knees, your hands tracing their way down his torso to reach the towel.

“If you stop with your cringy replies, I might treat you to something.”

He laughs, which makes you smile. These are empty words; you plan on treating him anyways. He’s the most beautiful man you know, so you’d be dumb not to give into the primitive urges that submerge you. Which means that it doesn’t take long for you to get rid of the towel.

“Hey Teppei.”

His cheeks are red, which you find cute, for it being his reaction every time you are that close to his dick.

“Be a doll my love, and lay down for me.”

You don’t have to ask twice, after all, he’s the one who’s about to get extremely pleased. He obeys as you wrap your fingers around his beautiful, beautiful cock. You could have gone directly with your mouth, but you like to take your time. Not to mention that whatever you do to that man makes him go crazy, so you might as well do it as you please. Eventually, though, you do get there and it’s quite a pleasure for both of you. You being deeply in love with that man ultimately implies that there is no moment with him that isn’t pure delight. Also, he never pressures you into doing things that make uncomfortable, which means that moment like that – when you are giving him a nice blowjob – is nothing more than you doing it from your own will.

“H-honey…”

“Mmh?”

As you lay your eyes on him, you make eye contact. There’s nothing you love more than looking straight into his sweet chocolate eyes. Cheeks red, messy hair, his fingers digging into his own legs as his chest rises up and down. He’s art, your favourite artwork to admire.

His hands come to your face, caressing your cheeks as he gestures you to get up. You obey, watching him with a questioning look on your face. The thing with Kiyoshi, is that while he may be easy to read most of the time, some part of him still remains truly mysterious. In this case, the only thing you can predict is when he has something in mind. As you stand on your knees, swiping your swallow lips with your fingers, Teppei gets into a sitting position, back resting against the wooden bedframe. His fiery gaze rests on you and soon enough, you are crawling to him, where he eagerly kisses you. You love the neediness of his gestures, the way his big hands go directly under that huge, toothpaste-stained t-shirt, before lifting it up your head and throwing it away.

“You’re so so pretty.”

Here you are, mere centimetres away from him.

“You’re one to talk, can’t believe such a gorgeous boy is all mine.”

He is, indeed, gorgeous, especially when his eyes light up with that lustful flame. Your bare chest exposed to these hungry eyes, his hands travel from the small of your back to your waist, pulling you closer, then they go up to grab your breasts. They fit perfectly in his huge hands, these palms that are so gentle yet firm enough to make some unholy words come of your mouth. Kiyoshi is a giver; he always does what he knows you like. And with that in mind, he gives just the right amount of attention to your boobs.  Toying with them, sucking your nipples, having a blast as laughs mixed with whimpers escape your mouth. Because, despite what other may assume, you two are just happy like that.

Before you even realize, his fingers are already down in your panties, feeling the wetness that gathered there all this time. When his digits are exploring your cunt, that might just be your weakness. No more teasing, no more banter. Just you, beginning to turn into a mess.

“That’s how much you love me, honey?” He asks with a smile on his face as you cave into his hands.

You fail to reply, while he lays you down and rolls the useless fabric off of your body. You are completely exposed, yet he looks at you like you are the greatest sight he’s ever seen.

“Oh…” he sighs. “It’s getting very hard for me to be patient right now.”

“I’ll be nice to you Teppei, you can make me cum as much as you want tonight.”

“Is that so? I’ve found myself a great woman then.”

You laugh softly but soon enough, your laughs are replaced by moans. His tongue works wonders, steadily torturing your clit and making a mess out of you. Kiyoshi has such talent, it’s crazy. Behind his appearances of gentle giant, he is one man that perfectly knows how to make a woman go crazy. That’s probably the most fascinating part of his persona; he’s smart, passionate, may you even say, a slightly malicious being, all while putting the front of a sweet candid person.

Thoughts become senseless as you see stars. For a fraction of a second, your eyes cross his, and you witness his entire soul light up at the sight of you being at his mercy.

“Teppei…”

He doesn’t reply, putting his entire being into bringing you to heavens. His tongue does its magic as you can’t even feel your body. The only clear thing in your mind is him.

“I’m…”

“You don’t have to say it honey, I know.”

You look down a last time. His gentle eyes glisten with the brightest fire. Before you even know it, you’re sent to another universe, your entire being transported to a whole new dimension. As you come down hands tangled in his brown locks, you admire his features. From the sly grin on his face, you know this is not the end of the night. There is more to come.

“Can I fuck you, pretty girl? Can I?”

It sounds like he’s begging, but you know it’s not quite it. He knows that you won’t refuse that from him. If anything, that’s all you’re asking of him. So, you don’t bother to word out your answer. You lift yourself up to hungrily reach his delicious lips. How much you want him cannot be communicated from that simple gesture. You grab him, hands traveling all around his beautiful body, reaching to his jawline that you caress with much envy. In such a quick way, he has you at his mercy, completely changing the power balance.

You simply, in the most primitive way, want him.

“Teppei, please.”

That’s all you can say.

“Alright then, let’s have some fun.”

You want to say something, because how dare he blurt out his catchphrase in such a moment – but you can’t. Next thing you know, you are lowering yourself on this gorgeous, gorgeous cock. His hands on your waist, you go deep down. You can’t see clear. Soon enough, you lose all control of the situation. Your hips move in a valse with his, as his strong fingers torture your clitoris once more. And you have never been so defenceless… ever. As to gain a sense of control on the situation, you reach your own hair, pulling it away from your face.

“Honey, look at me.”

His panting voice strikes you in the right place. You look at him, he looks at you. He’s only this beautiful when he’s fucking you like that. Your voices mix in a cantabile of instinctive noises. It’s a magnificent song, of you caving into him and him, loosing himself into you. Kiyoshi’s eyes are voyaging all over your body – analysing the way your pelvis synchronises with his, mesmerized by your tits bouncing up and down, hypnotized by the look of pure bliss on your pretty face. All in all, he’s sent into orbit by the simple sight of you riding him.

“Fuck.”

He’s not one to swear a lot. Actually, between the two of you, you might be the one who’s got a cursed mouth. But here he is, at that stage. He’s not bound by any convention, voicing whatever he feels like.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The pace is higher, you feel projected by his moves. You are a mere puppet, being troubled by the might of his body. You moan, you cry, you sigh. You can’t catch a breath that he’s reaching places in your body that you weren’t even aware of before hands.

“Teppei!” You cry in desperation as your torso falls into his.

His strong arms hold you tight as your body fails to keep up. He takes the reins, majestically roaming the depth of your anatomy. You are weak, holding on to him. For a second here, his fingers, that were previously running circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, reach your face. In a gentle caress that feels like a time-out from this frenetic moment, he holds your cheek.

“Look at me. I want to see your pretty face when you cum.”

“I want you to cum inside me.” You plead, not even hiding how needy you are.

You see fireworks light up in his eyes as he processes your words.

“That’s what you want, honey?”

You nod eagerly. Time is playing against you. The sensation in your stomach is growing bigger and you sense your muscles contracting one by one. At this point, it’s just a matter of seconds.

“Teppei, make me cum.”

You are surprised that you’ve managed to form a full sentence under such circumstances. As predicted, you are just a few seconds away from the apotheose. Your hips have gained a life of their own as they start drawing circles around Kiyoshi’s dick. His fingers have found back their place on your clit. You are frail, unfolding in one last movement. You project your whole body on his, crying out his name like he was your saviour.

You fall, incapable of coming back to Earth. You can only feel him going on. The movements are less precise, more animalistic. He breathes heavily. You hold his face in your palms, gathering the last forces you have left. You need him to look at you.

“Cum in me, Teppei.”

These words alone send him over the edge. By the way he grasps dearly to your body, you know he has reached his own orgasm and that he is not holding anything back. You feel it, his white semen coating the walls of your vagina like a painting. You want to keep him inside you forever. As his head falls on your shoulder, you sigh.

There is no man that you will ever love more than him.

“We had some fun now, didn’t we?”

He’s silent for a short while, but you sense his smile against your skin.

“We sure did.”

[internetprincess420]

what i think knb guys music preferences are in 2024

cw: none!!!!!

tetsuya kuroko

- lofi radio

- indie fan

- neo jazz fan i think

- listens to boa, berlioz, joji

- songs: duvet by boa, yeah right by joji, any pop song lofi cover

- uses spotify and soundcloud

ryota kise

- pop, house music, cloud rap

- apple music supremest (and he’s correct)

- listens to charli xcx, a$ap rocky, early childish gambino, blackpink

- songs: rush by troye sivan, hustle that cat by rupaul, rockstar by lisa, lvl by a$ap rocky

- big fan of concerts

daiki aomine

- rap, hip hop, cloud rap, drill

- i think he’s a big fan of female rap

- listens to carti, uzi, ken carson, sexyy red, travis scott, chief keef

- songs: get it sexyy by sexyy red, iloveuihateu by playboi carti, flooded the face by lil uzi vert, laughin to the bank by chief keef

- uses apple music and soundcloud

atsushi murasakibara

- grunge, 90s indie, punk

- listens to the cranberries, the cardigans, tv girl, the smashing pumpkins, pearl jam, nirvana

- songs: better in the dark by tv girl, sunday by the cranberries, you’re not the only one i know by the sundays, tonight tonight by the smashing pumpkins

- uses soundcloud

- sexyy red is his guilty pleasure (canon in my head) and his favorite song is looking for the hoes

shintaro midorima

- new wave, alternative, pop

- listens to the smiths, the cure, arctic monkeys, fall out boy

- songs: dance dance by fall out boy, half a person by the smiths, just live heaven by the cure, cornerstone by arctic monkeys

- apple music enthusiast and has a private account

- believes his music taste is superior (and it is!!)

seijuro akashi

- podcasts.

- listens to deftones, frank ocean, childish gambino, lana del rey, charli xcx

- songs: pink + white by frank ocean, bonfire by childish gambino, west coast by lana del rey (and he’s the type to put on a performance when listening to it), 365 by charli xcx

- uses apple music and spotify for podcasts

taiga kagami

- alternative, drill, rap

- listens to comethazine, outkast, travis scott, flo milli, baby keem

- songs: honest by baby keem, prototype by outkast, highest in the room by travis scott, hellcats srts by sexyy red

- uses spotify and follows 500 different artists on there

- can’t sit still when listening to music

[internetprincess420]

what the gom+kagami like to do with you in their free time

cw:boobs mention (aomine), gn!reader, not proofread

tetsuya kuroko

- you guys take #2 to the dog park and get food to eat on the park bench

- during the holidays, you and tetsuya will volunteer at animal shelters and elderly homes

- you bring #2 to the elderly homes to let the seniors play with him

- you also bring snacks and cards for them

- tetsuya is someone i see as very nurturing and giving and i think he’s the type of person to want to give to others in his free time

- he LOVES going to cat cafes

- however, he also sees your time alone as important too

- you guys will have all day movie marathons at home

- you and tetsuya like to go to the library together and help tutor the young kids

ryota kise

- i think ryotas favorite thing to do in his off time is to go to the arcade with you

- it’s canon that he uses his perfect copy in games like ddr, so i think he likes to challenge you in ddr battles and karaoke sing-offs

- he also loves the arcades that serve food and will always order fried pickles or cheese fries with something ridiculous to drink like a seasonal mountain dew or root beer (root beer hater for LIFE)

- his default karaoke song is definitely it’s a wrap by mariah carey

- i like the think he frequents the arcade so much that the employees know him by name

- i also think he likes to take you to the mall and just walk around

- he also LOVES to gossip when you guys are walking around and see people from school

- “y/n you won’t believe what i heard about that guy..”

- and he definitely says it way too loud too

daiki aomine

- the way to his heart is through his stomach (and your chest)

- i fully believe and support the theory that his perfect day off is going to eat some junk and having his head in between your breasts

- daiki is quite chill and easy going, so i think he prefers to spend his off time at home on the couch rather than doing anything that requires any thinking on his part

- if you order some burgers and put on a cheesy anime he will probably never want to leave

- however, if you want to go out and do something he is more than willing to go to make you happy

- i don’t think he’d protest, but i do think he’d say something like “are you sure you want to go out? the couch is so comfy and we can cuddle~~~~”

- if he does have to go out, he likes to go to the movie theatre with you

- tries to squeeze your tits in the dark cinema 😭

- i believe daiki hates spending money but loves to spend money if it’s on you

seijuro akashi

- it’s canon that seijuro does horse riding and likes to do it on his days off so i think that he would love to teach you to ride horses and ride together

- we all know seijuro is extra af so i also think he’d get you the best riding gear and equipment, as well as the best lessons money can buy

- once you finally know how to properly ride horses, he would love to just ride out in the country together

- he loves a good opportunity to spend quality time with you and talk to you at the same time

- he would bring food for a picnic out in the country side

- he loves to hear you talk, so tell him about anything and everything and he will be entertained

- seijuro also loves to go on light walks/jogs with you

- i genuinely think his love language is quality time don’t ask me why it just is

shintaro midorima

- shintaros favorite thing to do with you is to go to the shops and browse

- this might also be a stretch, but i think shintaro likes to travel with you

- like not far but just small day trips that are a couple of hours away

- he loves to go to the spas and sit in saunas with you

- shintaro is a guy that puts self care first for both of you

- after the spa day, you guys go to whatever little local gift shops you can find and just look around all day

- i also think shintaro likes you buy you things, but more specifically he likes to buy you something special from every place you’ve been together

- when you guys get home he’s a straight to bed and cuddle kind of guy

atsushi murasakibara

- he prefers to be in the comfort of his or your home on his days off

- i think that because he’s so big and his body uses so much energy all the time he would want to do something where he can rest his body

- thus his favorite thing to do with you in his off time is sleep

- that’s it

- just sleep

- i think he prefers to go to your house and sleep only because his family is so big

- and he likes the way your sheets smell

- i think if you know he’s going to come over then you go the extra mile

- i’m talking matching pjs, lavender scented everything, sleep masks, candles, etc

- and ofc his favorite snacks

- if he HAS to do something, he will bake or cook with you

taiga kagami

- his favorite activity to do with you in his free time is to go to whatever beach is near and have a beach day

- first he likes to see you in a bikini (or whatever you prefer to wear)

- (yes i canon taiga as a secret horndog what about it..)

- he also wants to get burgers after

- he loves to build sand castles with you but he always messes them up on accident

- don’t talk for him for at least 10 minutes after he destroys it. he’s so sad.

- he makes you take pics of him surfing to post

- “no please y/n it’s gonna look so cool please”

- taiga is one of those people that intentionally scares kids at the beach by like randomly chasing them and barking

[internetprincess420]

Omg omg can you make a Midorima x f!reader where they go from enemies to lovers. Like Basketball player Midorima is cold and mean to the Team Owner reader (he's still in the team since he's THAT good lmao). They have a really bad relationship but the reader starts talking to the Basketball committee head or something (they're really cousins tho)......where jealous midorima feels insecure since apparently he thinks he's on a lower rank than you and hence distances himself from you. Until one night at a Basketball dinner.......with everyone around. Reader and Midorima dance together (and he can't hold back his feelings anymore) so he abruptly leaves.....the reader follows and we see a mess of a Midorima. Anyways there's a cliche confession which leads to some nsfw things 🤭🤭 with Midorima dirty talking and expressing how much he wanted to do things to the reader from the start.

Pooof thats me 😃, thanks for all the amazing writing you are MY FAVVVV

Heeeeey THANK YOU for requesting something about Midorima because I've been having a Midorima brainrot lately lmao 😩 I really went off on this one (6.1k words oops-), and I may also have gone off script a bit, I hope you still like tho! 💕

You're Something // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Context: in which your team's star player gets on your nerves; but what can you do about it? All characters are in their mid 20s for plot purposes.

Warnings: Midorima being a bitch for no reason, alcohol consumption, straight out smut towards the end, fingering, Midorima calls reader "princess" and "my love" (I wish that was me 🧎🏾‍♀️), vaginal sex (protected) anywaaays enjoy hihi

It’s not everyday that some rich girl buys a whole basketball team. At first, people thought it was just another spoiled brat whose daddy bought a team for just to please her; but these rumours were quickly shut down when it’s become apparent that you are more than qualified to be a team owner. No one is as good as you when it comes to investing in the team, as you always have the players’ best interest at heart.

Well, not everyone will agree on that. As far as you are concerned, this is a one-side thing. You maintain the most professional relationship with your players, coach and managers, not feeling any specific way towards them. But when it comes to the team’s star player, Midorima Shintarō, you seem to have got in his bad papers. You don’t know if you’ve done anything wrong, not that you care either, but every time you meet, he is incredibly cold. Granted, he’s never been the warm, extroverted kind, but he is particularly distant with you. You’re always met with his stoicism, having him flee your gaze every time you speak, and him only responding with short, monotone answers.

And as much as you like to say that you are unaffected by his behaviour, you can’t fool yourself: he really gets on your nerves. If he’d made clear why he dislikes you so much, it would have been less of a bother – but the fact that you are clueless as to why he is like that irritates you. But it remains that you cannot act on it. If it isn’t for Midorima, your team may not hold its current place in the national league. So, you shut up, and try to reduce your number of interactions with him as much as possible.

However, sometimes it is out of your control, and you still have to face the green-haired man and his mean behaviour. Like today, when you decide to pay a visit to the team during their practice with a couple of people from the basketball association. A routine check on the team that you unfortunately cannot escape. You’re nervous, but you don’t show it – you’re already discredited enough like that as a team owner by the public, you can’t afford to lose your face in front of the important people. As you approach the training court, you can hear your players running, balls bouncing around, while your coach yells out instructions. You open the door, trying to not disturb the training, but you fail. As soon as you enter the court, all movements stop, and they greet you and your guests for the day.

“Hi everyone, please don’t mind us!” you smile back at them.

Yet, some players still come to you, greeting you with their warmest smiles, and you can’t help but laugh a little. When you’ve first bought the team and insisted on meeting all the players as well as the coach and managers, you were told that it was rather unusual for a team owner to take such interest in the people that technically worked for them. But you didn’t want to be bound to the conventions, instead making sure that you knew all of them very well. Paying diners for the whole team, attending as many matches as possible, paying them trips to hot springs after big matches, and occasionally coming to practices to see them in action. The amount of attention that you give your players is highly appreciated, but there’s more to it. As your assistant has once pointed out, some of them are clearly into you. The pretty, nice, and smart owner that treats them so well. You’re tempted to say that it’s an exaggeration, but truth be told you can tell that some of them have a crush on you; and in all honesty, it’s pretty cute.

“To what do we owe your visit today?” asks the coach.

“Oh, these gentlemen from the association asked to see the team practice, so please resume your activities and act like we’re not even here.”

He nods, effectively reprising the training as you and your guests stand upstairs, observing the players. Watching them – even though it isn’t a match or anything – fascinates you. If it wasn’t for a stupid leg injury, it could have been you on the court, a part of a team, giving your all to the sport you adore. You sigh, looking at your boys running, dribbling, passing, jumping, and shooting.

“That’s one hell of a shooting guard you’ve found there” you hear one of the association men say.

You follow his gaze, falling on Midorima standing on one side of the court, while shooting accurately in the opposite basket. A part of you wants to act like it’s nothing impressive, but you can’t help that fascinated expression on your face. His talent is something that you cannot deny, no matter how you feel about him.

“Midorima sure is… something.” You say in a contemplative tone.

Although he is incredibly gifted, the shooting guard always trains harder than anyone else. Every time you visit them a bit late, he is the last one to leave the court. As much as you despise him, you must acknowledge his work ethics. He really is one hell of a player.

“I’m sure other teams have tried to snatch him away.”

Your eyes remain on Midorima when he looks up in your direction, shooting you a glacial look. You exhale, trying to keep your cool. Nothing gets you mad quite like those green eyes staring you down like you’ve committed a crime; but you’re in public, and right now you have to act like the owner of the team, putting your personal feelings aside.

“They sure try, but I’m not letting him go.”

They smile, as you reply to your player’s deadly gaze. He doesn’t give off much arrogance, but you wonder how he’ll react knowing that he really is your biggest investment. Maybe it’ll change the way he feels about you, maybe not. In all cases, your ego will never allow you to tell him explicitly how much you need him in your team. For all he knows, you despise him as much as he does, and that’s all that there is to your relationship to him.

After more minutes of talking with the representatives of the association, they finally decide to go and you escort them back to their car, happy to know that everything about your team is in order and that your place in the league is secure. Though you have other obligations to attend, you still stop by the gymnasium one last time to watch the players during their practice match. You quietly watch as the game goes on, taking in as much as you can. Every time the ball falls between Midorima’s well-cared hands, you witness a true spectacle. He never fails. When the coach blows the final whistle, you decide to meet the team one last time before you have to go.

“You guys keep impressing me every time I come by” you compliment them.

“You’re being too nice!”

“We’re so glad you were here today.”

“Thank you!” they all bow at you, and you let out a soft chuckle.

You are used to be in position of power, but at the same time you don’t want anyone to feel like you are superior to them in any way; yet, your players always seem to worship you, and naturally you are always a bit embarrassed when they do.

“Alright, I’ll see you all at the association ball this weekend!”

You wave them goodbye as they go to the locker room, only your star player remaining on the court to shoot some last hoops. You stand back, watching him. You should approach him, considering that his presence today has granted you a good position to the eyes of the association, but you are reluctant to speak to him. Most of the time, you only interact out of obligation, because you have no other choice. And technically, you don’t have to talk to him today either; but putting your ego aside, he deserves some word of encouragement from his team’s owner. So you gather all your courage and call out for him.

“Midorima… a word, please.”

He looks at you before shooting the ball that is in his hands. Unsurprisingly, it goes right in. He comes to you, as stoic as usual, and readjust his glasses when he stops. He’s immense, as expected for a basketball player, but you insist on looking at him directly in the eyes. Regardless of the size difference, you are still the figure of authority here – well, in some sorts.

“Your performance lately has been impressive” you start, keeping your voice as neutral as possible even though it kills you to compliment him.

“I’m not one to give a mediocre play” he simply replies.

You don’t know how to respond. His tone isn’t arrogant, but there’s undoubtedly lots of confidence in his words. At the same time, can you blame him for that when he has such talent?

“Well, we owe you a lot.”

He nods, and you stay there in silence. You wish you weren’t so honest; it pains to admit that he is one of the main reasons why your team is doing so well, especially when you know that he cannot stand you. It puts you in an unfair position and you don’t like it – not that you can help it, either.

“I’ll see at the ball” you finally say before walking away, letting out the breath that you’ve been holding for so long.

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Saturday. Your assistant’s got you the best outfit out there, one that signifies your position of power as a team owner, while projecting much elegance. In some respects, it might be too much for the annual ball of the basketball association, but at this point, you couldn’t care less. You’re the only female team owner of the league, so you already attract the attention without trying. If they’re going to stare at you tonight, you might as well give them something to look at. It is only a quick ride till you reach the venue, ready to mingle with players, investors, and members of the association alike.

A glass of champagne in your hand, you find your crowd, making business talk, flattering the right people while selling that image of you that you’ve constructed over the course of the last months as a team owner. As the night goes on, every single person has to mention your star player. It is understandable, but you can’t take it at some point. Maybe it’s related to the glasses you’ve had, but it gets ridiculously complicated to remain professional as soon as one mentions Midorima. If you hear one more person talk about him…

“Excuse me, may I get a picture of you with your players for Sports Weekly?”

You turn to face a photographer, pointing at your players who are standing not so far from you. You smile, nodding and you follow him to your boys. You’re not going to lie; they all look stunning tonight. You are so used to see them in their uniforms or practice outfits that you forget that they’re actually men. Seeing them all dressed up in their fancy suits almost makes you blush. And seeing how some of them look at you doesn’t make your situation any better. As usual, your tiny fan club rushes to greet you, showering you in compliments.

“My boys are equally elegant tonight, it’s a pleasure to see you like that!” you compliment back with a gentle laugh.

Seeing these giant boys flustered by your words makes you grin. You find a place between all of them, ready to show off your pearly whites, when the photographer decides overwise.

“Midorima, can you stand next to her? The magazine would love to see the owner and the team’s star player together.”

It takes your entire soul not to react on the spot. While you may have chocked a bit on your drink, you try your best not to show your discomfort at the idea of having him next to you. You bite your lip, feeling his presence next to yours. His cologne invades your nose, and your heartbeat goes wild. It isn’t him, you think, he’s simply wearing your favourite men perfume so it’s natural, you like it. Right? Right?

“Closer please.”

You inhale as the green-haired boy gets closer, his hand softly grazing yours as you feel the fabric of his luxury suit against your arm. You briefly look in his direction, seeing his Adam’s apple going up and down his throat. Visibly, he must feel the same way as you do right now, though you aren’t quite sure how you’re feeling. You feel hot, and you convince yourself that it is the lights, mixed with the glasses you’ve had, and nothing – or rather, no one – else. Staring back at the camera, you smile, ignoring the fact that you feel nothing but Midorima right now as much as you can. It seems like an eternity before the photographer clicks on that damn button, finally snaping a picture of you and your players.

You finally exhale, getting ready to go back to your night, when a flock of photographers comes your way, and you cuss in your head, hoping that they’re here for your team, and not necessarily for you.

“May we get a picture of just you and Midorima?”

The question strikes you in the wrong place. You are tempted to say no but seeing that some people of the association are looking at you, you cannot afford to refuse. It’d be bad for your reputation if anyone came to know about your not-so-good relationship with the shooting guard. Reluctantly, you stand in place, watching as Midorima does the same.

“I’m sorry” you mutter to him.

“It’s our job” he replies with his characteristic stoicism.

You cannot disagree, mentally motivating yourself to put on your fakest smile for the pictures.

“Can you be maybe less… you know?” says a photographer referring to your posture.

The both of you are indeed standing like statues, bodies visibly tense. You shake your members, readjusting your posture as you turn slightly towards the player. And to your surprise, you feel his arm wrap around your waist, fingers hesitantly resting on your curve.

“Like this?” he asks.

“Perfect!”

You watch him readjust his glasses while you struggle to keep your composure. Your heart keeps beating faster, your whole body finding itself in an unmatched amount of stress. You are powerless, cheeks pink, chest heaving, legs struggling to resist the urge to run away. However, you pull through; at the end of the day, it is for your job, and you cannot lose face right now. You smile the best as you can, given your predicament, waiting impatiently for these pictures to be shot. A few clicks and flashes later, you feel Midorima’s arm unwrapping your body, leaving a strange feeling of emptiness. He clears his throat as you down your glass, both of you standing awkwardly. When you look up to his face, you swear you can see a warm shade on his cheeks.

“I… thank you, for putting up with the photographers.”

He nods, and for the first time ever certainly, he looks directly into your eyes. You are taken aback, mind blanking on the moment.

“No problem. You… you look beautiful, by the way.”

Just as these words escape his month, his eyes are back to averting yours. You stay there, speechless. This is the less cold he’s ever been with you, and you are ridiculously unprepared for such event. Before you can think of a thing to say, Midorima is already walking away to join his teammates, and you watch him go, mouth agape. His tall frame is all you see, suddenly taking in his svelte appearance. You want to think that it is the effect the suit has on his body, but even in his uniform, he carry himself with a certain grace. And then, there are those hands, big and strong, yet so soft as you remember the way his fingers felt next yours. You can’t tell if what is happening to you is making you hate him more, but it surely drives you crazy.

Realizing, at this very instant, that Midorima Shintarō is extremely attractive is something that you are absolutely not expecting.

You walk hastily to the bar, hoping that a glass of strong alcohol will help cool you down – even though it doesn't make sense.

“A scotch on the rocks, please.”

You rest your head on your palm, closing your eyes. This night is surely weirder than you’ve expected.

“I see that you’re still into the strong ones” you hear a voice behind you snickers.

You turn around, confused, until you face a familiar face.

“Takao!” you exclaimed, recognizing your friend from university.

He smiles, leaning against the bar next to you.

“Long time no see.”

You smile softly. You’ve indeed lost touch ever since he’s left to join a basketball team in Spain, and somewhat his presence feels God sent. He might help put your night back on the right track.

“Are you playing here now? I haven’t seen you in any team’s line-up."

He shakes his head.

“I’ve been invited by a team to play for them, but I’m not quite sure. I’m just here because they’re trying to make a good impression.”

You nod, taking a sip of your drink.

“Surely, if they sell the league as this glamourous thing, they can convince some.”

“I just came for the open bar, really.”

You both laugh, before he turns towards you, a cheeky smile on his face.

“By the way, congrats on becoming a team owner! It’s even cooler that Shin-chan is in your team.”

You glance at him, confused.

“Shin who?”

“Midorima. We were teammates in high school.”

You look at him, a look of despair on your face. You had hope for two minutes that your night wouldn’t revolve around him anymore, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

“What’s with you?” your friend raises an eyebrow at you.

“Tired of hearing about him” you spit before taking a large gulp of your drink, “he’s been nothing but a dick to me since I bought the team.”

A chuckle escapes Takao’s lips, and you can’t help but send him a deadly glare.

“Sounds just like him, but for all I know, that probably means he’s into you. My boy is good at almost everything but processing his feelings.”

He sighs, while you ponder if you should believe his words or not. It seems like everyone thinks highly of him, except you. It isn’t even quite that either; he’s known to be a rational, collected man, but when it comes to you, he’s shown nothing but unjustified coldness. Him being interested in you but not knowing how to deal with it isn’t a good enough reason, because from the first moment you’ve been introduced to the team as the new owner, he’s behaved like that. Maybe he was on his guard at first, wondering if you were suited for the job and if you genuinely had the team’s best interest at heart or if, like many, you only wanted to make more money on the back of your players. But it’s been long since you’ve proven yourself to everyone, so what is it now?

You clench your jaw, downing your glass before the stupefied eyes of your university friend.

“Doesn’t mean shit to me” you let out, the alcohol having you let lose on the language. “If he feels a certain way about me, I’ll have him say it straight to my face.”

You turn your attention back to the crowd, looking for the green-haired man with a newfound determination to finally address your unsufferable dynamic. It’s just a matter of seconds before you meet his eyes, realizing that he’s been staring at you all along. Not differing from what you are used to, his iris are unkind, expression showing that he is irritated. Instead of silently replying to his unkind demeanour like you usually do, you walk towards him, finding yourself standing right in front of him as the ambient music changes.

“Can I help you?” he asks with his typical monotony.

“Dance with me for a second there, would you?”

Your request catches him off guard; but seeing that the people around you have heard you, he cannot refuse. He timidly holds you, and you let a smile appear on your lips. Not a gentle smile, rather a snarky one.

“Now that I got you, let me get straight to it, Midorima: what’s your problem?” you say low enough so that he’s the only one to hear you.

His green eyes translate his difficulty to understand you. Whether it is your sudden invitation to dance, or that weird question you’ve just asked, something about you at this very moment makes him uneasy.

“I’m sorry but I fail to understand the implications of your question.”

“Let me rephrase, then.”

You take one step closer to him, your hands gripping his shoulders to ensure that he doesn’t try to escape you.

“Ever since I came into the picture as the team owner you’ve been nothing but a massive jerk to me. But then, you’re being all nice to me tonight, so I need to know, what’s your deal?”

You blink, waiting for him to say something. His cheeks are red while he actively averts your gaze. You’re quick to realized that you’ve flustered him. By the way he seems to look for an exit, his brain overheating to find words to say, or something to do – in vain.

“I…”

His mouth closes immediately after, and he stops his movements. You both stand in the middle of the crowd, his fingers rapidly leaving your side to adjust his frames and what he says next has you utterly wordless.

“Sorry.”

You watch as he walks away, quickly escaping the venue. You take a minute before reacting, your legs finally pushing yourself to follow him before it’s too late and that this conversation gets forgotten. You find yourself outside the reception room, easily finding the one you’re looking for in the hallway, seemingly in a state of unrest. Hearing your heels approaching, he turns to look your way, eyes slightly opened wide. For a second there, you can tell that he hesitates to run away, but he stops himself just as you come close to him, cornering him in an empty area of the hallway.

“You cannot run away like that, Midorima. This is unsufferable, what did I do for you to hate me?”

The crack in your voice strikes him directly in his heart, as he hastily says, almost screaming:

“I don’t hate you, but you do.”

You are speechless, not entirely grasping what is going on. It takes a minute for his words to sink in.

“I don’t hate you” you confess with a faint voice.

He looks at you, apparently surprised. You’ve never seen this expression on him before, so used to these emotionless gazes and his reaction has you equally stunned.

“I’d understand if you did. Truth is, something happened to me when we met, and when I realized that I’m not of your world and that I’d never be…”

“What do you mean?” you interrupt him.

“You’re a team owner, I’m a player. Even putting that aside, you’re clearly meant to be with someone like Takao… I had to shut down my irrational feelings. In some ways, the only way I could do so was channelling it into some sort of rage towards you. Now that I think about it, it is unfair towards you. I apologise for all the hurt I’ve caused you.”

Though you are trying to process his words, they fail to make sense to you. Maybe you aren’t in the right state of mind to understand him, or maybe he is really confusing. In all cases, you are unable to receive whatever message he is trying to convey.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand” you honestly say.

He looks at you, this warm shade you’ve seen previously on his cheeks appearing again. Somewhere inside of you, you feel like he’s about to strike you with something you are completely unprepared for.

“I think that I’m in love with you. I sincerely do. And the fact that we’re not meant to be together drives me insane.”

Your gut feeling was right. For what seems like an eternity, your mind is completely empty except for these mindboggling words. I think that I’m in love with you.

Your heart races as they sink in, every cell of your body flaming up like a bonfire. Waves of emotions take over you, the more you come to realise that you’ve heard him right and that none of this situation is untrue.

“Midorima…”

You take a step back, trying to catch your breath. You cannot remain speechless; you owe him an answer. But the issue is that you cannot make sense of your thoughts at all. As you try to put in order the mess in your head, you figure that you should take a minute to calm down. And so you do, remaining silent while you stop yourself from overreacting, and more importantly overthinking this situation. Ultimately, you conclude that the first thought to come to your mind has to be the undebatable truth on how you feel.

“I truly don’t hate you” you mutter.

You lock eyes, and a flash crosses his green iris. You act out of instinct, grabbing his face and leaving a kiss on his lips. The green-haired man takes a second to reply to your kiss, but soon enough you feel his fingers on your cheeks, his lips moving against yours with a sort of hunger, finally getting what he’s always wanted. You let yourself go – months of tension releasing in this contact, both of you letting down your masks as you lose yourselves in this kiss. When your lips separate, your mind is clear of miscellaneous thoughts. In this very moment, there is just you and him.

“I’ve wanted you for so long” he whispers against your lips.

You can’t tell for sure if you feel the same way, but right now you reciprocate his feeling. Some part of you actually does want more of him. It doesn’t matter if things make sense or not – feeling Midorima’s hands cupping your face makes your heart bloom.

“Then I’m all yours” you tell him.

Though hearing you say these words feels surreal, Midorima cannot care less. Before you know it, your fingers are intertwined in his while he walks out of the hallway, taking you to the lobby of the hotel where the ball takes place. The both of you twitch in the elevator taking you to his room, your hand still in his. The next sequence of events is beyond you, but you are now on his lap, on the bed of his hotel room, your fingers delicately removing his glasses.

“You have pretty eyes” you comment.

You’ve never taken the time to observe his face before. Those long eyelashes, this delicate face structure, those pink lips. He is truly gorgeous. You can help but kiss him passionately, your hips grinding against him. You feel the growing bulge in his slacks, grazing it purposely to hear these delicious moans escape his mouth. You smile against his lips, fuelling that flame that ignites inside of you.

“I want to have all of you” he pants.

“All of me?”

“All of you.”

Your entire soul explodes at these words, and you can help that feeling inside of you that urges you to take in as much of him as you can get. Your kisses trail down his neck as you unbutton his shirt, listening to the way you make him feel.

“Please tell me everything you’ve always wanted to do to me” you say against his skin.

His breath hitches, and you can feel his grip on your hips tightening. Something about you turns him into a different man, one that doesn’t think his actions but rather acts on instincts.

“I’ve always wanted to cover you in kisses” he confesses.

You get up, undressing before his lustful eyes before finding back your place on his lap. You give him a look, granting him his wish as his lips lay kisses on your face, your neck, your collarbones, the part of your chest that spills out of your lacy bra. You feel yourself melt under such softness, holding on to him in a way that begs for more. His hand reaches your back, unclasping your bra, and he stops his kisses to look at you again.

“And I’ve dreamed of the pretty sounds you’d make for me…”

His delicate fingers trace their way to your chest, cupping your gorgeous tits before grazing your hardened nipples. He keeps eye contact, watching the way your lips part for him, soft whimpers escaping them as he fondles your breasts.

“What else do you want to do to me?” you ask, the honey in your voice driving him even more insane.

One of his hands trails down your body, finding its place between both of your crotches. At this point, your underwear is a useless piece of fabric, serving no purpose to hide your arousal when he caresses your vulva over the fabric.

“I want to feel you get wet for me.”

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

He lands another passionate kiss on your lips before lifting you up, to delicately lay you on your back. He looks so natural between your legs, parting them easily and leaving wet kisses all the way down to your thighs. He looks up, searching for these eyes that he’s been accustomed to ignore – but this time all he wants is to see the way they look at him when he gets dangerously close to your core. He removes your underwear with caution, though if he could, he would have probably torn them a part. You lay there, exposed to his admiring eyes. Eyes that keep travelling between the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, and the prettiest face he’s ever seen.

“I can’t believe I make you so wet” he comments, fingers gently grazing your folds to gather your juices.

He lifts his digits to your face, so you can see them glistening. You then realize that some twisted part of you has always wanted to witness this; for all the times you’ve laid your eyes on his manicured hands, you’ve always had that supressed thought, wondering how they’d feel inside you. And here you are, about to know what good they can do to you.

“Touch me, Midorima” you plead.

“Please call me by my first name.”

“Shintarō…”

You believe that it is a smile that appears on his face when he hears his name out of your mouth. He doesn’t make you wait; he doesn't want to. Those slender fingers keep exploring your cunt, gathering as much wetness as possible before teasing your aching clitoris. You sigh, the most adorable moans leaving your throat when he keeps expertly pleasuring you. And then come the moment you’ve wondered about for so long, the moment he pushes his finger inside your hole, your walls welcoming it so warmly. He pushes it further, paying attention to the contortions of your face. You are such a sight, with your lips curving upside, like you are about to smile for how good you feel under his touch. A second finger soon joins the previous one, both thrusting in and out, adjusting to the rhythm at which your hips move, demanding more.

“You’re gonna make me cum” you whimper.

“I want you to” he says, continuing to do what he’s doing.

As he goes, you feel your lower stomach pulse, knowing for a fact that you will reach your orgasm in no time. Watching you go crazy on his fingers, Midorima feels his erection hard against the fabric of his boxer. The more you approach your high, the harder he gets, the sight of you being his aphrodisiac. And then finally you clench around his digit, whining out his name, he realizes that he cannot wait any longer. He wants – no, he needs – to feel you around him.

His fingers leave you as you come down from your high, and he kisses you before standing up, removing all the clothes he has on him. You prop yourself up on your elbows, taking in the heavenly spectacle of his body. Tones muscles, this soft, milky skin, those beauty marks and freckles, and this deep V line that leads you to his gorgeous, gorgeous cock. You crawl by reflex towards him, ready to take his length in your hands and taste it, but as you get closer, he grabs your chin, propping your head up so you look at him.

“Shin!”

He swears under his breath facing your doe eyes. In other circumstances, maybe he’d let you toy around with his dick, but right now, he cannot afford to.

“How do you want me?” he asks you.

“In my mouth, please!”

He shakes his head, lowering his face to the same level as yours.

“I’m sorry princess, but I cannot let you. You’ve made me impatient, and I need to be buried deep inside you. Tell me again, how do you want me?”

You stare at him, a bit stunned by his word, though hearing him call you “princess” definitely has you more needy than you already are. You sit on your heels, thinking of your answer to his question.

“I just want to see your face when you fuck me” you honestly reply.

“Anything for you” he replies, before leaving a kiss on your lips again.

He disappears momentarily to find a condom in the bathroom, and when he comes back, he lays you back down on your back, once again placing his body between your legs. He hovers above you, letting you admire that specific look on his face. You’ve seen it before, that look of confidence he wears when he is on the court, shooting with acute precision. His tip goes between your lips, teasing your entrance. You pull him closer, incapable of waiting any longer to have him in you.

“Next time I’ll let you play with me, I promise” he softly says. “Are you ready?”

You nod enthusiastically, and he finally enters you, inch by inch. You struggle to keep your eyes open, submerged by the pleasure; he feels exactly like you expect him to, almost like he was made to fit you so perfectly. His movements are first slow and suave, and he carefully observes your face, waiting for the moment when he can properly go deep. Seeing how your lips quiver, he takes it as the greenlight to pick up the pace and the depth. You wrap your legs around his dainty waist so you can feel him as deep as possible. The more you go, the more you start to lose your mind. Between your desperate moans and his grunts, the lewd sounds coming from his hotel room can certainly be heard by the neighbours; but you couldn’t care less.

“You’re so good” you manage to articulate.

“You know I always give the best performance ever” he laughs softly.

You smile, your hips starting to move in harmony with his. He stands back for a second, taking in as much as he can. Those eyes, these parted lips, those pink cheeks, these gorgeous tits bouncing with each thrust. Here it is, the sight Midorima has always dreamed to see. After months of trying to repress the way he feels about you, months of unjustified coldness, months of feeling like he doesn’t deserve you – you are finally his.

“Shintarō, I-“

“I know, cum for me again my love, I know you can” he mutters in your ear.

His words go straight to your pussy, clenching around him. He groans, going harder as you see stars. He watches with a tender look on his face as you release around him, riding out your high on his cock. It takes him a couple of more thrusts before he also cums, his head falling in the crook of your neck soon after. You stay here, your hands finding their way to his hair, curling his lock while you lay butterfly kisses on his forehead, temple, and cheek.

“That’s way better than having you stare me down like I’ve killed your grandma” you chuckle.

His laugh echoes against your skin. He gets up, leaving you after one more peck on the lips.

“I apologise again for behaving like I did with you.”

You shake your head.

“It’ll take time, but I’ll make sure that you’re always this sweet to me from now on.”

“Anything for you.”

[internetprincess420]

MASTERLIST

All NSFW work has been properly labelled as mature content in accordance to Tumblr’s community guidelines; I’ll still specify for minors not to interact (MDNI 18+). All NSFW work is done with aged-up characters (even when not explicitly specified). ALSO please read the warnings before proceeding thank you :)

HEADCANONS ���

SFW

Various

THE KNB CHARACTERS’ GO TO DRINK // (an alcoholic’s) headcanons

Part 1 | Part 2

A SOAPY STORY // KNB Headcanons

TALL AND GORGEOUS // KNB Headcanons

BLUSHING AND STUTTERING // KNB Headcanons

KNB CHARACTERS AS BENDERS // KNB Headcanons

AREN’T THEY LOVELY? // KNB Headcanons

SWEET DREAM, MY LOVE // KNB Headcanons

IN MORPHEUS’ ARMS // KNB Headcanons

ALWAYS BETTER WITH YOU // KNB Headcanons

WISER (OR NOT) // KNB Headcanons

HEY THERE, LITTLE THING // KNB Headcanons

わからない - 我不知道 // KNB Headcanons

HAPPILY EVER AFTER // KNB Headcanons

Aomine

HOLD ME FOREVER // Aomine Headcanons

THE BEST BOY // Aomine Headcanons

Kise

THE BEST BOY // Kise Ryōta Headcanons

Imayoshi

TALL AND GORGEOUS // Imayoshi Shouichi Edition

NSFW

Various

YOU KNOW I’M BIG // KNB Headcanons

LOVE ‘EM LIKE THAT // KNB Headcanons

GETTING CAUGHT // KNB Headcanons

FICS ♡

SFW

Various

I Can’t Remember // KNB Characters x gn! Reader

Aomine

Stargazing // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Fine Line // Aomine Daiki x Reader

We’re just hanging // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Flowers // Aomine Daiki x Reader

It’s you, dummy // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Midorima

Sunkissed // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

Akashi

Clueless Little You // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Curious Thing // Akashi Seijurō x gn! Reader

Always There For You // Akashi Seijurō x gn! Reader

Murasakibara

Loss and Win // Murasakibara Atsushi x Fem! Reader

Kiyoshi

Summer Rains // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

Forever? // Kiyoshi Teppei x Reader

Kagami

It just makes sense // Kagami Taiga x Reader

Doubts // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

Nijimura

When Our Spring Comes // Nijimura Shuzo x fem! Reader

NSFW

Aomine

Dragon Girl // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Look at You // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Liquor Kiss // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Kise

Surprises // Kise Ryōta x Fem! Reader

Like my hair, sweets? // Kise Ryōta x Fem! Reader

Midorima

You’re Something // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

Akashi

Two steps ahead // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Never Again // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Surreal // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

You’re My First // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Murasakibara

Speak Up // Murasakibara Atsushi x Fem! Reader

Kiyoshi

Thursday Nights // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

Up to Expectations // Hyuga Junpei x Fem! Reader x Kiyoshi Teppei

Kagami

Till The Rain Stops // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

Coach Harasawa

Come here, old man ♡ // Harasawa Katsunori x Fem! Reader

SCENARIOS ♡

Kise

Friendly neighbour-ly activities // KNB scenario

DRABBLES ♡

SFW

Putting oil in Murasakibara’s hair

Barman! Aomine

Kissing Kiyoshi at the club

Ryōta is your sun <3

The 3 things Taiga loves!

Teppei Kiyoshi’s happiness

NSFW

Flustered and horny! Midorima

Birthday boy! Akashi

Aomine’s first time seeing tits!

Baby making with husband! Kiyoshi <3

Aomine vs. Your blue silk robe

[internetprincess420]

Come here, old man ♡ // Harasawa Katsunori x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

A/N: ABSOLUTELY not requested, this is ridiculously self indulgent and I got so into it that it's like... 6.3k words on how much I need that man 😭😭 @sennkawaa @chaotic-nick I did us harasawa girlies a service with this one, hope yall enjoy it <333

Context: a chance encounter with a hot old man makes you loose your sanity.

Warnings: age gap (around 20 yrs assuming reader is in university), alcohol consumption but they have sex sober, aomine being a bitch during his 2 sec of screentime, handjob, oral (f! receiving), mention of unprotected sex but they wear a condom, implied praise kink (reader), coach harasawa is kinda desperate (poor man hasn't got good pussy in months 😔)

Never in your life did you think you'd sleep with a guy old enough to be your dad, yet here you are – caged under the basketball coach's surprisingly toned body, his wavy locks falling in your face.

It's honestly nothing but the result of an unexpected chain of events. What were you, but a simple girl with too much sweetness in your voice and lust in your eyes? Nothing, absolutely not a single star in the sky, could have foreseen such event. While you do appreciate older guys, it never crossed your mind to go after someone who could easily be your senior by twenty years. The single thought of being with a man closer in age to your parents than to you is enough to draw you away from such big age gap. But all that, all that you trusted to be an unmovable preference of yours; it all went down the drain the moment you laid your eyes on Harasawa Katsunori.

It started with a simple invitation from your university friend. Ever since meeting Satsuki Momoi during orientation, you learned of Tōō High School’s basketball team in their prime – the players, their best matches, and their greatest opponents, almost as if you attended that school yourself and was on the bench during every match, witnessing the plays of Tōō’s basketball team. At some point, you got to meet Daiki Aomine, the prodigious player who was at the centre of most of the things Satsuki told you about her former team. He was quite a sight – tall, dark, and handsome, almost hot enough to make you see past his nonchalance and laziness. And in the following months, you came to meet most of the team – or at least, those who were playing during Satsuki’s time as Tōō’s manager.

A special bunch, you noticed, asking yourself how sweet and soft Satsuki got to spend almost every single one of her high school days surrounded by these guys without going insane. Yet, you couldn’t help but stare at them with softness in your eyes, the bond between these boys being endearing. Growing apart, yet never forgetting each other – their recurrent meetings for a shared meal or drink, and for some reason you’d be there because they grew to like you enough not to mind your presence. Never in your life would you have imagined being hanging out with a bunch of big dudes, fairly intimidating ones at that, only to find out that they were no less of goofballs as any other guy their age. You always watched them with a faint smile on your face, quite like an outsider that knows too much about them.

So it was not much of a surprise when they invited you, in a collective feeling of nostalgia for their high school days, to watch Tōō play at the Winter Cup’s semi-finals. You said yes, although you wished you could have witnessed the boys on the court instead of these new players, but it didn’t feel right to turn down the invitation just for this reason. But all that didn’t matter anyway, the moment you stepped foot in the court. You stood back, blown by the ambiance – the cheers, the squeaking of the shoes on the wooden floor, the balls bouncing on every surface. There you were, in Tōō’s tribune with alumni, mind blown as if you were attending some high-level sports event (wasn’t it just high school basketball?).

“Oh look! It’s us!” exclaimed your friends, as their former team walked in from the lockers.

Your interest piqued, you looked down, meeting the sight of yet another tribe of giant teenage boys, surrounded by the kind of aura that made it clear that this was serious business for them. But your eyes quickly trailed to the man leading them, as if your eyes were meant to see him, and only him. Time ceased, granting you with eternity so you could take in every feature of this gorgeous man. From his wavy locks to the way his striped shirt was so neatly tucked in his dress pants. The tall, slender figure of a man who looked mature, yet so fine that you couldn’t wish that he was younger. No, there was such a charm in the small wrinkles in the corner of his mouth, and the slight bags under his tired eyes that were looking up at you…

Wait. Was he looking at you or is it your brain seeing what it wanted?

“Coach, over here!”

Ah, that made more sense. It wasn’t about you, you were merely a member of the public like others, just standing between his former players. You watched, processing your embarrassment, while he smiled politely in the direction of your friends. You would have melted in place if that smile was aimed at you, but it wasn’t. You sat, looking anywhere but at him. Nothing would kill your soul like him catching you staring like a creep. But the minute he diverted his attention back to his actual players, you couldn’t help the urge. Something about that man, so calm yet commanding, it made your stomach churn and twist.

And so you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him the whole forty minutes of play. Eyes diverting from the court every once in a while, just to see him stare at the game intensely, eyebrows furrowed as you guessed that he was thinking about the next best strategy for his players – not that they really needed to change anything to the way they played, if you referred yourself to the score board. When the final whistle blow, a jaw-dropping 108-65 for Tōō got the whole gymnasium on fire, the first one to express their joy being your friends. Hell, even Daiki smiled, showing a bit of care for his former team. Naturally, you looked back at the gorgeous man at the head of this whole team. He had the slightest smile tugging at his lips, but you guessed that winning was no exception for him. It was impressive.

“Girl, you comin’? We’re going to the lockers.”

You jolted at Daiki’s voice. Not just because he wouldn’t usually talk to you, but mainly because it made you realise how much you’d cut off from reality just to stare at your new crush – if you could only call it that.

“Can I come?” you asked, hesitantly. You weren’t a Tōō alumni like your friends, it felt a bit out of place to meet the team in their locker room.

“If I’m telling you, dummy.”

“Daiki! Don’t talk to her like that!” Satsuki scolded the blue-haired man, before turning to you with the sweetest smile, “of course you can tag along.”

And so you did, totally unaware of were that would have led you. You followed close behind Satsuki, feeling like you would when you were just a kid, attending some function with your parents and hiding behind their frame in shyness. It wasn’t like you, but the idea that you may fall face to face with the coach had you feeling out of your habitual state, like a silly teenage girl experiencing her first crush. But that alone would not be much of an issue – no, it probably was more on the fact that he was old enough to be your dad (well, he’d be a quite young dad if it was the case, but still!). And you couldn’t bring yourself to telling Satsuki – let alone any of the boys – how you felt about their former coach.

A guilty attraction that followed you to a nearby bar you all went to after, the middle-aged man unable to refuse the invitation out of nostalgia, or maybe because he couldn’t pass the offer for a nice glass of whiskey after a championship match. You sat at one end, thinking of yourself free of any awkward interaction with him from that position; oh honey, how wrong were you. It was ridiculous, really. It turned out that a bunch of basketball players needed an awful lot of leg space, prompting them to move around so everyone could be comfortably seated. Almost as if you were the main character to a cliché story, you ended face to face to the man you were trying so hard to avoid.

“It feels weird that you’re all old enough to drink now” he contemplated, swinging the honey-coloured drink in his glass.

Ah yes, right. He knew your friends when they were young and angsty. He was probably a big part of who they were now – the young adults you befriended without thinking much about it. And here you were, a mere stranger at a table of old friends, out of place but not deigning to leave. Somewhat, the thought of him being a mentor to these boys warmed your heart. Something about men being nurturing was oddly attractive to you.

“But I haven’t introduced myself to you, have I?” you blinked, wondering who he was talking to.

It is you, idiot!

You nodded your head, gulping your drink. What were you? Some fool who didn’t know how to talk? He let out a breathy chuckle at your face (probably).

“Katsunori Harasawa, coach of Tōō Academy’s basketball club.”

You repeated the name to yourself, muttering it as you hid your lips behind your glass of liquor. You liked the way his name rolled off your tongue, like a song. He had a pretty name, almost as pretty as he was. You sat there, smiling as you introduced yourself – but there wasn’t much to say. You were a student, Satsuki’s classmate, daughter to normal parents, raised in a quiet neighbourhood. No one extraordinary, not even a fan of basketball. But strangely, it didn’t matter all that much to him.

As the glasses emptied and refilled again and again, and you were way too far gone to even care about how you could be perceived, you might have seen him smile. An ever so charming smirk painted on his rose lips, ones he’d moisture with a gulp of whiskey. He’d let the hard liquor drop down his throat without wincing, and that’s how you knew he was a man way out of your league. It didn’t matter how nice he was to you, despite having no prior ties to you; or how nice his laugh was, when his former players would talk shit. Katsunori Harasawa was a man way beyond your scope, someone you’d admire all night hiding behind your glass, while your heart would pound the minute he looked your way.

And the next morning, all that felt like a dream. A weird hallucination of your infatuation for Satsuki and Daiki’s former basketball coach. Maybe you imagined him – he was way too much to your taste to be real. And yet, your mind kept wandering all day, at the most random times. Thoughts of that dark strand of hair he’d twist around his fingers when yesterday’s match was a tad too stressful, while you brushed your teeth. Thoughts of his nicely fitted white shirt and the tie he’d tug loose when you were out for drinks, while you ate your lunch. Thoughts of his sharp eyes and the small wrinkles that would appear when he smiled, while you were sitting in your 2PM lecture. Thoughts of his fine features, the ones you could stare at for days without ever getting bored of them, while you were buying some eggs.

Just thoughts of him, all day, haunting you to the point where you were questioning your own sanity. It’s not like you, not even in the slightest. For all the people you’d been attracted to in your life, no one had occupied your mind quite like coach Harasawa. And you wondered, what could it be? Was it the fact that he was out of your reach, someone to admire from afar? Or the fact that you couldn’t process your attraction to someone easily twenty years your senior? A swarm of obsession, the kind you were breaking your mind to understand. The kind that distracted you from reality, as you aimed on your way to the station, not even realising that the sky was getting darker. Too lost in your inner turmoil of trying to rationalise your thoughts and feelings, to feel the droplets of rain fall on your skin. It took you being almost entirely soaked, bag pressed against your chest in a poor attempt of protecting its content from the water as you cursed yourself for not checking the weather app before leaving home.

“Need a ride?”

You blinked, not sure if you were hearing well. Usually, you’d walk away in a hurry at any man who would drive next to you asking if you’d want to hop in. And for a brief second, you wondered if it wasn’t just your mind hearing what it wanted to hear.

But it wasn’t. Behind the droplets of rain that fell before your eyes was the man of your thoughts.

“Coach Harasawa..?”

“Come on, you’ll get sick if you don’t get some cover.”

You silently went over to the passenger seat, settling there while you watched the drops on your skin, sliding down to the car mat and leaving a dark puddle under you. The heat of his car was somewhat comforting, till you were reminded that it was his car.

“Do you live far from here?” He asked, eyes focused on the road ahead.

“Two stations away” you spoke, surprised by the sound of your own voice.

It was weird to talk to him, considering how you were thinking till just now that he might have just been a sweet creation of your imagination. But he was very real. You could see him blink, and the way the air conditioner would blow softly on the thin hair on his forearms.

“Come and dry off at my place, then I’ll drive you to the station.”

As all kinds of thoughts rushed through your mind at a speed that exceeded one of your words flow, you tried to decline the offer. It was not right, in anyways, to follow him home. At the back of your head came back the multiple times in your childhood when your parents would tell you not to follow a stranger anywhere. You grew up skittish and with fairly apparent trust issues, at this instant, it wasn’t the case anymore.

“You don’t have to but thank you.” You replied, unable to look in his direction without feeling flustered.

“I can’t let you take the train all drenched, it’s the least I can do.”

You couldn’t argue against him. He was right, in some way. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind drying off a bit. The way your wet clothes were clinging to your body was uncomfortable to say the least, but that wasn’t even the worst. It was the way your makeup was erased by the few drops that fell on your face, and the way your hair got frizzy. And you had to be seen by him in that state. Not that you’ve been the kind to care all that much about your appearance, but it didn’t feel right to look like a mess next to a man who was so well groomed.

And it didn’t feel right either when you stepped in his apartment – so neat and simple, yet homely. It matched him so well, giving the aura of something way too classy for someone who, at the end of the day, was no more than the coach of a high school basketball team. You let your drenched shoes at the door, soggy socks leaving trails behind you as you took each step hesitantly.

“Wait, I’ll give you a towel. Would you want a change of clothes, too?”

“Huh? No need, I’ll head out right after anyway, I don’t want to be a bother.” You urged, clearly out of place in his home.

Your presence felt invasive; you were no one to him. Not a friend, not even a former student. He’d only met you last night, wasn’t it absurd to ask so much from him? For all you knew, he didn’t even remember your name, maybe just your face. He was probably being nice and caring out of his habit of taking care of unhinged teenagers.

“It’s spring, y/n. Evenings are still cold.”

You sighed, a part of you warmed by his words. He sounded like a doting mother, which contrasted with his rather stern look. It was getting harder for you to say no, so eventually, you folded and took the t-shirt and sweatpants he handed you, walking to his bathroom, hoping that you were the only one hearing the thumping of your heart in the silence of his apartment.

It felt surreal, you thought to yourself as you undressed and patted your skin dry. The kind of coincidence you’d only see in a cheesy romance story, far from realistic or even logical. The materialisation before your eyes of the man of your thoughts alone was way too good to be true; but being here, at his? That was beyond your comprehension. The way his pants were barely too big for you reminded you of his small waist, the one held by the sinch pair of slacks he was wearing when you saw him yesterday. Even today, he was wearing a rather formal attire, even a tie. A purple tie that was now hanging loosely around his neck when you walked out of the bathroom, seeing him standing over some papers. It was such an ordinary sight, but every single little detail about it caught your eyes as if you were looking at an artist’s magnum opus.

“Thank you for the clothes and for lending me your bathroom” you said, with a slight polite bow.

It was weird and awkward, and somehow, it made him smile a bit.

“No problem at all.”

He was nice, too nice. Part of you hesitated to be too blunt, scared of appearing rude or too prying to him, but you had to ask, because it might just be better to be honest.

“If I may, why are you helping me out?” you asked, unable to look at him in the face. “I mean, I’m not your student or… anything, really.”

You simply saw his slim fingers on the dark wood of the table, as he put down the papers he was so seriously analysing. You felt bad for a second, heart beating in at an anxious rhythm while you longed for a reply.

“Huh? It just felt right. Besides…” he sighed, pulling a chair out for him to sit on it. “My players like you, don’t they?”

“Is that reason enough to invite a girl you barely know to your place?”

You followed your words with a short gasp, realizing that you’d spilled your thoughts with no second guessing. Crazy enough, in this situation where you had been overly cautious, this might just be the first time you were honest.

“Aren’t you a blunt one?” he raised an eyebrow, following by a quaint chuckle. “Can’t argue with you on that one, though. It isn’t quite my most rational decision, but I’d argue that I still know you a bit.”

“Is that so?” you mused, resting yourself on a chair.

“You’re quite talkative when you drink, you know?”

The flustered look on your face drew a light laugh out of the man’s lips, but to your opinion it was far from amusing. While, yes, you were well aware of the fact that you had a tendency to run your mouth when inebriated, your biggest issue was certainly the possibility of you saying something you shouldn’t have last night. And as you expected him to elaborate on that – potentially digging your grave – he simply got up, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

“Care to accompany me?”

You chuckled nervously. “I mean, should I? What if I end up saying too much?”

“What do you think that is, some interview?” he clicked his tongue, a glass landing in front of you. “It’ll warm your insides, trust me on this one.”

“Talking just like a dad.”

He scoffed, the sound making you feel just as warm as the liquor that flowed down your throat. He was nice, as much as you wanted to question that, he undoubtedly was. You didn’t feel like letting your guards down yet, but maybe you were too vigilant. Maybe it was the first impression you had of him, when he walked on the court last evening, suit pressed and face stern – dark eyes scanning the court and the way he commanded a bunch of overly energetic boys. Or it was what his relationship to your friends – a mentor or a father figure, someone they trusted and loved years after last being under his care.

So how could you not be scared of him, even in the slightest? How could you not be terrified at the idea of being stupid in front of him?

Well, eventually, you weren’t. Not once you’d emptied your glass, asking him for seconds. You were getting too comfortable, but it started to feel just right the more you got accustomed to being here, alone with him. Comfortable enough to get in his kitchen, determined to give back for his kindness in some ways.

“I’ll make us snacks, can’t drink on an empty stomach my parents say” you hummed, after getting his permission to rummage his fridge.

“How many drinks do you expect to share with me?”

“Hm?” you pouted in reflection, patting yourself as if you were trying to gauge something, “till I’m fully dry, I guess. But I’m only halfway there.”

“You know what? I don’t mind the company.” He nodded, pouring the both of you another drink. “It gets boring being alone sometimes.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?” you asked as you prepared a plate of appetizers, but you were quick to answer your own question. “Ah… I guess you don’t, if I’m here alone with you.”

Your words escaped your mouth without much thought or intent behind them, leaving you both in a lingering silence. For once, he was the flustered one – almost as if your words were projectiles hitting him right where it shouldn’t. You figured you were better off not adding to it, retreating in silence as you walk back to the dining table, nervously sipping on your drink.

“Is that an issue to you?” His voice broke the streak of quiet, forcing you to glance in his direction.

“I don’t have the right to any opinion on your private life.”

He shook his head, a soft chuckle coming out of his lips, “it’s alright, you can think what you want. And by letting you in my house, I’ve kind of made you entitled to judgement, haven’t I?”

“That’s one way of seeing it.”

“So? I feel like you’re an honest one but that you’ve been holding back” he remarked, and you couldn’t argue against it in any way.

He had you figured out, which was no surprise coming from a man whose job was to strategize and read people. You suddenly felt vulnerable, a sense of loss taking over you; yet you weren’t playing any games. It was mostly you, putting things in your head and reacting at the way things unfolded in what felt right – or so you would conclude, after a long series of thoughts that with retrospective, was based on speculation.

“You want my opinion on the fact that you’re single, that’s it?” You cocked an eyebrow, for some reason embarrassed by the request.

“It’s more that I know that you want to say something but you’re not doing it.”

You let out a breathy laugh, taking a sip of liquid courage. Ah shit, I’m gonna say it.

“I’m glad that you’re single. Here, said it.”

You took your breath, heart beating like crazy that you even said it. It wasn’t even a confession, but it wasn’t nothing either. Your words travelled straight to his head, the meaning so clear that you couldn’t even lie your way out.

“I figured.”

The calm with which he expressed himself was unsettling. You were a mess, unprepared and with no exit plan. No one prepared you to this, to the humiliation of your crush, who was significantly older than you, figuring out your attraction for him.

“Ah…” You groaned, slumping on your chair, “this is humiliating.”

“It isn’t. Not at all.”

You didn’t dare look up, but he was there. He was standing, leaning towards your chair. His voice was soft, like a feather that caressed your ears.

“I don’t understand.” You let out, in clear confusion.

“It’s frankly flattering that I caught your eyes. I’m overworked and I dress fancy to tell a bunch of teenage boys how to play with balls. I’m not really a prized bachelor by standards.”

You chuckled, genuinely amused by his words. In some ways, it made you feel better, more at ease in this instant. But you’d argue that he was wrong in multiple way. Katsunori Harasawa was a suave man, one that had such delicacy in his self that you wouldn’t even care about any of the defaults he found for himself.

“Don’t ask me why I like you, I just do.” You looked up at him, meeting his sharp dark pupils, and it made your heart jump.

You couldn’t tell why, but it felt right in that moment to lean in to leave a soft kiss on his mouth. You could cry at how soft his lips were – the taste of honey and cinnamon from the whiskey you were both drinking, and the scent of his perfume coming to you from the proximity of your bodies. And to your surprise, he kissed you back. He did, cupping your face gently and tilting it to the right angle so he could get a better taste of your sweet mouth.

And now, here you are. You can’t even make a sensical thought, not when his warm hands are travelling down your body, lifting your shirt up with urgency. His touch gets you dizzy – too far gone to even question what you are doing. All you’re able to do is tug on his hair, soft whimpers leaving your lips as you cover his face with kisses of all sorts. He laughs softly – how sweet are you, an adorable little thing in his hold. He stands back, taking in the sight of you. Your messy hair, his t-shirt rolled up above your gorgeous breasts, those pretty eyes that look up at him with the kind of need that he hasn’t seen in years.

“Pretty…” he mutters, lips trailing down your neck to your chest, leaving traces in their wake.

You blush – you feel silly, all flustered by the words of a man, when you are the one who initiated all this with a kiss. But you can’t deny the way his hands and lips touch you, proof of the years of experience he has on you. He is smooth in his transitions, the wet kisses you were feeling on your neck mere seconds ago now marking your chest. His breath is hot against your hardened nipples; he is so close, but he still doesn’t get to your sensitive buds, no matter how much they beg for his attention. No, coach Harasawa vows to take his sweet time with you. Your desperate sounds are nothing but a nice song to his ears, the soundtrack to his ministrations that exalts his senses and his cock. You can feel him hard against your thigh, the simple sensation driving you insane.

You squirm, desperately kissing him as your own hands slide down his torso, untucking his shirt from his pants and clumsily unbutton them. His skin is pale and warm, like a tropical beach, and it makes you melt, the way he feels under the pad of your fingers. You trace the outline of his muscles, proof of the carrier as a professional player that he mentioned yesterday. You had no reason to doubt him, but you were far from imagining that his body would have still been toned. It is a delicious mix of softness and firmness, one that you want to cling to.

“Can I touch you, coach?” you ask, tone too innocent for the kind of demand you’re making.

He stands back, unbuckling his belt as he clicks his tongue.

“Don’t call me that, it’s what the boys call me.”

“Are we on first name basis, then?” you question him, helping him out of his pants.

Your palms rest over his bulge, taking in the size of it. Akin a sun, it is a life beating in your hold. He hisses, sensitive – your touch is delicate and curious, and he could melt at the way you look at him with so much need.

“I think it’s totally appropriate given that your hands are on my penis” he replies, following his words with a soft laugh.

You would never peg him for a jokester, but apparently, he has some humour. You giggle – although flustered by the bluntness of his words. He is, indeed, in the hold of your hands, as you stroke him gently. He is a man of composure, but your touch could easily make his resolve waver.

“Katsunori… aah! It’s weird calling you that” you groan, looking away. The way his name rolls out your tongue feels weird, but he couldn’t disagree more.

Every word that falls of your lips is the prettiest sound to be in the man’s opinion, especially his name. It feels intimate, the way you say it. He shivers, grabbing your chin to kiss your lips softly.

“You’re doing a great job pretty, keep going and I might fuck you right away.”

“Ah? I thought you were more of gentleman.”

He chuckles, fingers tangling in your hair and tilting your head back, planting an eager kiss on your lips. The honey and cinnamon taste of whiskey on his tongue melts you, reducing your entire self to a simple being of pleasure. You’re so cute like that, he thinks, a nice girl that wants him, simply. He’s found himself warmed every night by the arms of solitude for so long, that your presence – your body, so close to him – feels like a breath of fresh air. Here you are, the first ray of sun after a cold winter, with your eyes sparkling with admiration and lust, and your hands, soft and warm as they stroke his cock.

“I am a gentleman, but you do make it hard for me to behave like one.” He smiles, fingers delicately angling your face towards him. “You look at me like a starved woman, how long has it been for you, hm?”

You pout, the sight of you like that making the blood course through his body to his hardened cock, throbbing in your hands. He’s right – you haven’t had sex in quite a few months, probably explaining in parts your insatiable thirst for the man; but he shouldn’t have put you in the spotlight like that! You would love to huff and puff, making a fuss for the way he’s got you figured out, but he doesn’t even give you the time to.

Once again, you can’t explain how you’ve found yourself in this predicament. He’s got you on your back, breathing heavily as he rolls your panties down your legs. You want to hide yourself at the sudden exposition, but you fail to. His hands prop your legs open, kisses trailing all over your thighs. What a sight, one of your glistening cunt begging for attention, and Katsunori Harasawa can only think of making it his. Every part of it calls for him – for his fingers, for his tongue, for his cock.

“I’m gonna taste you, is that ok with you, doll?” he asks, breath fanning over your erect clitoris.

The question is unnecessary, the answer is evident. You nod eagerly, a small hum coming out of your lips.

“Ah, ah… wanna here a clear answer.” He urges, leaving kisses on your inner thighs.

You groan, face buried in the palms of your hands as you feel yourself blush like a silly girl. He’s a man, you figure, your weak sounds are nearly not enough for him.

“Yeah... it’s ok” you finally say.

It’s all it takes for him to give you what you crave – at last. His tongue laps at your slit, tasting your sweet nectar and you writhe under his ministration. Your fingers tangling in his wavy locks, pushing them away from his face to look at him as he devours you. It makes you smile between your soft moans, the way this man eats you out with a kind of passion you’ve never experienced. Little do you know, that he hasn’t been with someone for so long. It’s more due to circumstances of life than anything else, but he is indeed a starving man. Seeking touch and warmth in ways he himself wasn’t aware of, until this very moment where he has you writhing under him, your essence on his tongue. He hums at the taste – sweet, like the rarest honey, and your fingers tangling in his hair. He rejoices in the melody of your cries, the wordless pleas for more. What a sweet thing you are, a puddle of desire in his hold.

“Fuck, gonna…”

“Yeah? Let it out, doll.” He coos, pacing his tongue like you want him too, willing to take you to a place of ecstasy.

You whimper, feeling an impending explosion coming. How long has it been, since a man last made you come so fast? It’s blinding, a mirror reflecting white as your thighs threaten to close around his head. He holds them still, watching you unfold as he gives you a last teasing lap – more for him than for you, in all honesty, just so he can get a last taste of you. Under the music of your pants, he stands back, watching you. You’re a sight like no other – naked on his bed, the hills and valleys of your body, an endless land all for him to explore. His cock hard in his hand as finds a condom in his cupboard – it expires in two months, he’s in luck. At the back of your mind, though, you have the dirty fantasy of doing it raw, feeling him in the tightness of your cunt in the most intimate manner. It’s wrong, you are aware of it, but something about the man before you makes you irrational.

“Hey, I’ll push in, alright?” He whispers in your ear while you feel his tip tease your entrance.

“I can take it” you nod, your odd confidence drawing a soft laugh out of his lips.

The flushed look on your face speaks a thousand words, but your resolve doesn’t budge. You hiss at the feeling of his head in between your walls looking at the man over you. His eyes are focused on you, but his mind can only think of the warmth of your pussy. It takes everything in him not to push in his whole length – coach Harasawa isn’t usually a patient man. But with you, he must be. Every second counts, so he can feel more of you.

“You’re doing so good f’me…” he mutters, a sense of pride at the way you take in every inch.

You struggle to keep in the noises that threaten to leave your throat, too embarrassed – who moans from just that? He hasn’t moved yet, but you feel overwhelmed. Maybe it’s that whole situation. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the locks of hair that tickle your forehead, his grip on your hips. You don’t know, and you don’t care to know either. All that really matters is the way he slowly fucks you, as if you were made of crystal.

“Yeah, feel good?” you mewl.

“Of course, pretty” he sighs, catching your lips in a kiss, “you feel heavenly.”

His praise sends a jolt down your body, cunt clenching in response. He grunts, not expecting your walls to hold him in such a tight grip, and it makes him dizzy.

“You like it when I compliment you, hm?”

You nod, the sparkles in your eyes making his cock twitch. He strategically holds back in his thrust – you feel way too great for him to risk ending this too soon. But that languid pace drives you mad. You buck your hips to meet his, a needy whine leaving your mouth. He laughs; the message is rather clear.

“Calm down, doll, I’ll fuck you right. Here…” he coos, pushing deep enough to knock the air out of your lungs. “Shit! You were made for me, weren’t you?”

He chuckles, drunk on you. It takes a few more thrusts and more of your desperate sounds before his resolves finally breaks. You hold the sheets, mind going blank when he finally gives you what you crave. His thrusts – deep and powerful, make you twitch and squirm. He holds your body tight, in fear of you slipping away; but you aren’t going anywhere. As you sense your orgasm coming, you whine. It’s too soon, it can’t be!

But you are too far gone. Your pants and moans mix with his groans and whimpers, the symphony of your encounter sending you over the edge. Praises fall in your ears – such a pretty thing, taking me so well… good girl, come for me.

“I’m right here, make me proud.”

It’s all it really takes for you to unleash your pent-up arousal, body shaking as you’re washed over by the wave of your orgasm. He fucks you through it, relishing in the way you cling to him. It doesn’t take long till his own release approach. He stills, head buried in the crook of your neck as he lets go of all inhibitions. You gasp, overwhelmed yet head empty.

From that moment onward, Katsunori Harasawa is all you have in mind.

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atsushi murasakibara hcs

haiiii:3 can’t sleep lately so here are some more knb hcs! hope u love it. much love🌟

cw: fem!reader, nsfw (marked when it starts and ends), atsushi is a munch

- kind of despises his height in the sense that his body always hurts and people always comment about it

- “how’s the weather up there?” 🙄

- you call him sushi

- his favorite names for you are angel, shortcake, and baby doll

- i think that because of his constant body pain he asks you to rub his back or massage his shoulders ALL THE TIME

- like you can always count on him asking

- and ofc you deliver

- he’s the type to turn on a movie, sit between your legs, and fall asleep to you massaging him and playing with his long hair

- heavy groans and sighs >

- moans when you massage him in the right place

- contrary to other hcs, i think he has no problem sharing his food with you

- he loves you and wants to share his stuff with you

- will actually encourage you to eat some of his snacks

- “y/n-chin, i haven’t seen you eat anything yet. have some of my candy.”

- he loves to bake and his favorite activity to do with you is to bake new things that you guys find on tiktok

- he also loves to go on trips just to see what different candy stores are around

- he loves to sleep in your bed more than his own

- loves to hold you but also likes to be held

- his favorite kisses are sleepy kisses on top of your head

- will wake you up to ask you to get food (same)

- you guys sit in a mcdonald’s at 2 am gossiping about everything and everybody

- really likes when you wear his clothes

(nsfw !)

- most definitely a thigh guy

- he likes to kiss you but he lovessss to bite you

- leaves hickies like a mf

- he loves to mark the inside of your thighs

- oral fixation

- he loves to suck on tiddies

- MUNCHHHHH

- you are the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted and he will eat you out until you’re crying because you just taste so good

- loves getting head

- will use his own hairtie to put your hair up for you

- i 100% believe he is extremely sensitive and whimpers when you have his dick at the back of your throat

- doesn’t care if you spit or swallow

- but he swallows. this is fact.

- there’s like a 20 minute grace period where he just cuddles you and says how much he loves you and how tired he is and how much he wants to go to sleep

- will take you to the bathroom to clean up as quickly as possible so he can hurry and go back to bed

(nsfw over)

- he is really indifferent about kids early on, but if he had to make a decision then he’d want a large family

- he doesn’t mind if you don’t want to come to his basketball games but he loves it and melts when you do

- his teammates tease him about you showing up

- “y/n is here murasakibara is gonna have to actually try now😭😭🙏”

- no large team celebrations when they win, he just wants to collapse into your arms and have his back rubbed

- he’s the type to get married to you and never tell anyone until randomly like 5 years later