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Never Ever [Oikawa Tooru]

WARNING Contains NSFW material Bone-deep exhaustion had taken over Akaashi. The reunion had lasted forever and his partners didn’t seem at all willing to call it a night. He was seriously considering to get up and leave right at that moment by himself. He stole a glance at Bokuto who was sitting right by his side, laughing like a child - a very drunk and immature child – and sighed defeated. There was no way Bokuto would ever let him go; he’d hunt him to the end of the world and drag him back to the table by the hair. Realising that everybody had turned their attention to him, Akaashi let out another sigh and raised his gaze to meet his audience. It was his turn to entertain the crowd. “I’ve never ever…” he paused, unable to come up with an idea that would not cause too much strife. “I’ve never ever paid for, ahem, intimate services”, he finished off and stared at the bunch of guys, gaze as expressionless as ever, as they exchanged freaked out glances. This may actually prove quite interesting, Akaashi thought and chuckled, leaning into his seat and observing the fitful reactions around him. Kenma glared at Kuroo, who cleared his throat and looked away. Kyoutani snorted and pushed his drink aside. Terushima chuckled, circling the lip of his glass with his fingertip. Bokuto stared excitedly at Ushijima, as the latter without any hesitation brought his glass to his mouth. Tanaka yelped at the view of the tall man downing his drink, inevitably drawing his attention. “Hmmm…?” Ushijima huffed, noticing everyone’s eyes fixed on him. “What’s wrong?” “Oi, Ushijima! You’ve paid for sex!” Bokuto stated enthusiastically the obvious. “That’s what I was supposed to do to become a man”, Ushijima deadpanned obliviously. Iwaizumi, realising that Oikawa was inexplicably abstaining from the fuss, gave a side glance at his friend, only to notice him fixated on his drink, biting his lower lip in frustration. Oikawa huffs annoyed as Iwaizumi stands up from his seat in front of the bar declaring that he has had enough of this shit and he’s going home. Surely Oikawa understands that no matter how underground, decrepit, or fishy a place he might discover, a pack of girls –established fans or new introductions- will certainly flock him and annoy the shit out of Iwaizumi. Still, he insists, not only to go out, but also to drag his poor friend along. Grumpy gaze follows Iwaizumi as he makes his way to the exit and the door closes behind his back. Oikawa sighs knowing fully well that his buffer zone is gone. He’s left helpless and alone in the mercy of the newly attained fanbase. He casts about in a frantic attempt to find a way to excuse himself; to distract the flock of screeching geese. And –oh, the divine intervention!- he does find it. Or rather, he does find her. She is sitting alone, aloof gaze scanning her surroundings and not even paying him any attention. He feels a small jab of annoyance that he attributes to the screeching crowd. A charming smile crawls to his face and he graciously excuses himself, marching confidently towards his target. Wearing his most irresistible smirk, he slides into the seat next to her. “You don’t mind me sitting next to you, do you?” he says in a low tone. “Why bother asking when you’ve already sat down?” she retorts and another jab pinches his heart. His smile falters for a heartbeat but he manages to recollect himself. “Well… what is an ethereal creature like you doing in such a… not so ethereal place?” he murmurs. “Minding my own business.” she deadpans. “Would you mind minding your business with me?” he tries once more. She raises an eyebrow. “Yes, I most certainly would”, she almost growls making him pull back in surprise. Oikawa sighs; there isn’t much he can do. Yet, he doesn’t like being rejected –not one bit. So, he persists. Saying nothing, he simply stares at her with smiling eyes until he manages to unnerve her. “I don’t appreciate such indirect approaches”, she states. “Ooh?” Finally his smile spreads on his face. “Then what would you say if I asked you to leave with me right now?” he lets a tiny pause creep between his words and leans closer, not realising what’s coming out of his lips. “If I told you that I can make all your fantasies come true?” Silence meets his questions and suddenly he’s all too aware of the crap he’s told her. He freaks out and forces his lips open to mend the damage. “I didn’t expect you to be such a guy”, she stops the words in his mouth and an awkward laugh rolls off his tongue. “Well…” he stutters. “Very well. I will come with you”, she says dead seriously. He smiles comfortably, all the while he internally high-fives himself. “Let’s go then!” He stands up and asks for her hand. A strong ache wakes Oikawa up. He brings a palm to his head and massages his temples. Momentarily he wonders where the hell he is. He is definitely not in a familiar setting. Gingerly, he gets up and looks around. Much to his surprise, he realises he is in a cheap love hotel. He reads the little sign on the door with distaste – he doesn’t appreciate such dwellings. He tries to remember what happened the night before. His memories are fragmented; like the scene of a crime in a movie. Lips attack his mouth and a door closes. Silk sheets brush against his naked back and teeth graze his skin. Black lace is torn apart, soft curves pressing against his fingertips. He kisses; he moans; he bites; he squirms. She has taken over him, playing with his senses in a way he has never experienced before. She orders him to touch her, to tie her, to spank her. And then she screams for him to get inside her, to make her come. Honestly, he doesn’t know what is going on. He feels elation; need; possessiveness. He wants to hurt her; and he wants to offer her immeasurable pleasure. The rays of the morning sun sneak through the blinds and after hours of driving each other to the edge, they finally surrender to exhaustion. Her absence registers in his mind and he wonders where she could have gone. Another –familiar now- jab pierces him. Has he been unceremoniously dumped?! It is then that he notices the small sheet of paper on the nightstand. He unfolds the note and reads through its contents. An email address is scribbled on the top. Last night was certainly the most professional experience I’ve ever had. Please email me your contact details. I want to recommend you to some friends of mine. Unable to comprehend, he turns his attention to the nightstand. On the wooden surface lies a bunch of banknotes. The sudden grin that crawled to Oikawa’s lips creeped Iwaizumi out. Oikawa might not have been eligible to drink in this round –not regrettably-, but he was definitely eligible to claim to have professional experience.

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Never Ever [Azumane Asahi]

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WARNING Contains NSFW material Tendou let out a cheerful whistle. His fingers tapped rhythmically the table top and a sardonic smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He was being seriously entertained. Having attended the reunion on a whim, he hadn’t expected how the night would turn out. He had already collected enough material to embarrass his friends for all eternity. “What is it~”, he hummed, turning his attention to the blond delinquent sitting next to him, “that breaks with a crickety-crack~?” Kyoutani growled at him annoyed. “Your manliness, of course!” Tendou ended his little song with a light tap on the tip of the blonde’s nose, risking having his finger bitten off. Thoroughly amused, he cast about only to register everyone’s eyes trained on him. “Tendou, it’s your turn”, Ushijima stated with that emotionally dead expression of his. “Oho? Then I should make it as interesting as possible!” The view of the redhead’s wolfish grin sent shivers down Hinata’s spine and he looked away terrified. Even after so many years, Tendou still gave him the chills. “We’re waiting”, Ushijima pushed. “Ahhh~ always so impatient, Wakatoshi-kun~”, Tendou responded unfazed. “So be it! I’ve never ever…” a well-placed pause made everyone lean forward in their seats. “…been seduced by a superior!” the redhead concluded; satisfaction was written all over his face. Kyoutani blessed him with a high nosed side glance; he brought his drink to his mouth and took a sip. Ushijima squinted -quite possibly threateningly- at his former teammate and followed Kentarou’s example. Nishinoya noticed Asahi fidgeting uncomfortably in the seat next to him. The brunet’s face was flustered; and embarrassment wasn’t the only reason. The sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoes through the office, breaking Asahi’s deep concentration on the report that lies in front of him. He raises his gaze, registering the irresistible female presence that passes by his desk. Heavenly curves accentuated by a flimsy silk blouse and tight pencil skirt; sculpted legs balancing on sleek stiletto heels; divine hips sashaying softly. His boss. She is a sight for sore eyes; Asahi’s gaze fixes on her form, but she doesn’t seem to notice. He sighs relieved and just a tiny bit dejected. After all, she’s never paid him any particular attention. Rather, she’s been even colder to him than to the rest of the workforce. She reaches the door that leads to her private office and stops on her tracks. She cranes her neck to look at him. “Come to my office”, she orders. He glances around to affirm whether she’s talking to him. No one else is around. “Me?” he asks stupidly. “Well, yes, you. I can’t see anyone else around”, she deadpans and walks into her office. Asahi is utterly terrified. What has he done? What is she gonna do to him? Is he getting laid off? He gulps and makes his way to her door. He stops at the entrance and takes a deep breath. She stares at him from her desk. “Come in and close the door.” He does as she says and moves to stand in front of her. “Take a seat”, she points at a chair in front of the desk. He sits down gingerly, sweat beading on his brow. She gets up from her seat and walks slowly to him. Sitting on the desk, she crosses her legs and stares at him in the eye, saying nothing. “So, um…” he shifts uncomfortably. “Am I-am I being fired?” “What?” she jerks startled. “No, of course not!” A sigh of relief escapes his lips and he relaxes slightly in his seat. “Rather the opposite I would say”, she goes on. “Asahi… You don’t mind me calling you that, do you?” Her elvish half-smile dyes his face crimson. “No, ma’am, not at all.” “Please, don’t be so formal! Call me [Name].” “Ugh, okay, [Name]”, his head is about to explode. “Much better”, she smiles. “So, Asahi, I’ve been keeping track of your work and I have to say that I’m impressed by your… skills.” The tiny pause between the words echoed weirdly suspicious to Asahi’s ears. “Thank you, I’m trying my best to meet your expectations.” “That’s exactly what I want from you”, she whispers suggestively and softly caresses his cheek. He is suddenly too aware of her plump lips approaching torturously slowly. “You know, familiarity is a great means of developing collaboration”, her breath fans his face and he tenses as he notices his slacks stretching to accommodate the growing bulge between his legs, “and I think that it would be a really good idea for us to get to know each other better.” Momentarily he wonders if he’s dreaming. He tries frantically to find alternative meaning to her words, but fails miserably. Not that he is able to think clearly right now –she has got so damn close to him that he can smell her perfume. “Umm, you think it’s a g-good idea…?” he stutters. “Oh my, you’re so irresistible…” she trails off and her lips finally reach his. Time seems to slow down and he’s completely lost in the moment. He has been imagining what her lips taste like for years. Still, he’s reluctant to give in; afraid that this is a horrible mistake, he pulls back. Her eyes flutter open and she glares at him questioningly, one eyebrow raised. Her elegant form emits an overwhelming aura of irritation mixed with slight dismay. She’s the most tempting sight he’s ever laid eyes upon. He stretches to his full height and his gaze hardens. Right now, he doesn’t care even if he gets fired. He has to have her. His arms wrap around her waist and his mouth swoops down on hers. She returns the kiss with equal eagerness and her fingers pull his necktie loose. She fiddles with the buttons of his shirt until his toned chest is exposed to her touch. His hands roam her backside, feeling every curve, every nook and cranny of her body. He’s not satisfied; he wants more. He pushes her on her back on the desk, his lips never leaving her. Long fingers sneak underneath her blouse, exploring her soft skin, massaging her breasts. A low moan rolls off her tongue as he pushes down her bra and toys with a hard nub. His free palm moves to her thighs, pushing up her skirt and feeling the lace of her stockings. He’s so hard he’s almost expecting his length to tear through his slacks. She pulls her blouse over her head and unclasps her bra, letting her breasts free for him to do as he pleases. His lips wrap around a rosy bud and he sucks softly. He laps and kisses and bites until he feels her squirming under him. “Take me”, she moans, eyes firmly shut, breath coming out in pants. There has been nothing he’s ever wanted more; he smirks contently and rushes to oblige her. Fire flaring in his eyes, Asahi grabbed the drink and downed it under Noya’s admiring stare. 

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Never Ever [Kuroo Tetsurou]

WARNING Contains NSFW material and slightly inappropriate language Kuroo was frustrated. He felt that his reputation was threatened by that stupid game. He clicked his tongue annoyed as he recalled all the rounds that he had not joined in the drinking. His gaze landed on the glass in front of him filled with amber liquid and a sly thought made his heart flutter with expectation. An evil smirk spread on his lips; there was no way he’d lose to these no-hopers. “I’ve never ever had themed sex”, he stated smugly. Everyone stared at him confused and tiny bits of doubt creeped into his soul. …the fuck is wrong with these people? No one’s ever had themed sex? Bokuto cocked his head to the side and stared at Kuroo perplexed. “What the hell you mean by themed sex?” the owlish guy asked, sending waves of annoyance through Kuroo’s whole being. “Cosplay sex of course, you idiot!” the ravenet growled irked. “What else could I possibly mean by saying themed sex?!” A series of aaahhhh’s and oooohhhh’s signaling understanding echoed from the crowd and one glass after the other was lifted from the table; Terushima; Lev; Ushijima; Nishinoya; even Asahi, albeit with a massive blush adorning his face. Kuroo clenched his teeth in aggravation; he couldn’t believe how wrong his round had gone. All his efforts to re-establish himself as the God of Sex had gone awry. Still, the memory had never once failed to cheer him up; it wouldn’t let him down now. He walks into the living room, filled with people dancing, chatting, laughing. She is sitting comfortably on the couch, her gorgeous face accentuated by red lipstick and a pair of old-fashioned googles along the top of her head. He scans her downwards, taking in the leather bustier; the tiny frilly skirt; the lacy stockings; the knee-high tie-up boots. His heart isn’t the only thing to do a double-take. She grants him with a knowing half-smile and turns her attention back to the person sitting next to her. Kuroo breathes heavily into his gas mask, imagining all the things that he wants to do to her. “The Steampunk themed party was an awesome idea!” Bokuto’s voice startles him and he turns to look at the intruder. Golden eyes sparkle enthusiastically under a top hat that balances precariously on edgy silver strands. Bokuto stares appreciatively at the girl; she gives them a tiny side glance and, crossing her legs, bears them no more heeding. Kuroo wants to make Bokuto eat his top hat. Yet, he holds back; it's not the zebra-head's fault that she is so hot. “This hat actually kinda looks good on you”, he admits reluctantly. Bokuto laughs at the distorted voice. “Luke, I’m your father”, Bokuto breathes the geeky reference through his nose. “Get the fuck out of here!” Kuroo growls. He stares at Bokuto’s back as he exits the living room still laughing. Distracted, Kuroo doesn’t notice that the girl is moving towards him and a soft touch against his shoulder sends him jumping. She winks at him and moves away at a leisurely pace, the frills of her skirt swaying mesmerisingly. He follows after her into the bedroom, his mood vastly improved. She closes the door behind her and rests against the cool surface of the wood. He reaches for his gas mask, itching to feel her lips against his. Faster than him, she grabs his hand and redirects it toward her hip. More than willing to oblige, he feels her curves, his fingers slipping under her skirt. She moans at his touch and leaning forward, she presses her lips against his exposed neck, smearing his skin with red. Her hand presses against his chest and he groans, desperate to have more of her. He massages the soft skin beneath her underwear, the firm mounds malleable under his knowing fingers. Her hand travels slowly south, tracing his shirt; his vest; and finally his leather belt. She fiddles with the buckle, getting it undone in a heartbeat. His already bulging trousers follow next and in mere seconds he feels her fingers wrapping against his length. His groans are muffled by the gas mask, but still she seems to enjoy his reactions. He claws her rear, his free hand reaching for her chest. He digs under the bustier, releasing her breasts from their restraints. She pumps him hard as his fingertips play with a hard nub; she moans again and again, enjoying every move, every sound, every sensation. A dreamy smirk crawls to her lips and she stares at him with half-lidded eyes. He can’t help but surrender. The glass pressed against Kuroo’s lips under everyone’s incredulous glares. “Cheater! You're not supposed to drink when you chair!” Bokuto screamed into his ear, ruining the wonderful atmosphere that Kuroo had finally created for himself.

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Never Ever [Sugawara Koushi|Shimizu Kiyoko]

WARNING Contains NSFW material Awkward. Awkward, but kind of fun…? Daichi caught himself enjoying the weird reunion. It certainly wasn’t going the way he thought it would; but he was certainly havingahem, nostalgic feelings. He suspected that the whole bottle –at least- of unidentifiable concoctions he had been forced to consume – he stole a glare at Suga – had something to do with the fact that he was actually having fun. He wrapped his fingers around his umpteenth drink and embarrassingly cleared his throat. Like in a TV panel, everyone around the table turned their attention to him. He had absolutely no idea what to say. He just opened his mouth – just go with the flow! “I’ve never ever… ahem… had a… threesome”, he muttered under his breath, not really realising what had just come out of his lips. Several pairs of eyes squinted at him; the younger ones gawking. The captain needs more than one partners to get satisfied, Hinata giggled, earning himself a stoic – or maybe too drunk- glance from Ushijima.   Daichi felt his face warm up dangerously fast as hands moved to glasses. He gulped as Akaashi’s fingers wrapped around his drink; he gawked as a glass pressed against Kenma’s lips; and he lost it completely when Aone sipped carefully a small gulp from his drink. It wasn’t less shocking that Tanaka and Yamamoto downed theirs once more under Noya’s incredulous glare. At least, Kyoutani was expected to have participated in a trio, Daichi thought. As were Bokuto and Kuroo – probably with each other. Suga tried to be discreet about it; he really didn’t want Daichi to find out what had happened. Receiving a text from Shimizu isn’t anything unheard of for Suga; she texts him quite often, especially regarding [Name]. Suga won’t admit it, but Kiyoko knows that he has set his eyes upon her friend. [Name], however, has never even hinted about Kiyoko leaving the couple alone. She seems to like being with the two of them. Suga reads quickly through the message, a small but knowing smile spreading on his lips. He considers briefly inviting Daichi over – Kiyoko’s gonna be there and, Suga doesn’t know why, but he really thinks that they should hook up. It’s his secret guilty pleasure thinking about the two brunettes sweating naked amidst wrinkled bedlinens. He doesn’t. Once more, he doesn’t know why, but he feels that he’d increase his chances if he went alone. He desperately needs to have [Name] and any sacrifices are worth that gift from heaven. He enters the bar and he looks around, his gaze resting finally on two familiar backs. Kiyoko turns around and invites him closer. [Name] gives him a massive smile that makes his heart do a double take in his chest. He walks to them and brings a stool to stand almost between them. [Name] orders his favourite drink and he feels himself relaxing at the familiar setting. Whether his efforts will be rewarded or not, it doesn’t matter at this moment; he’s happy being able to spend time with the two of them. Suga wonders how much time has passed. Several glasses have come and gone from his hands and a fluffy cloud has sneaked into his head; his vision is fuzzy. He wonders if he is really seeing Kiyoko’s fingers caressing [Name]’s cheek. He wonders if he is only imagining the distance between the two girls closing slowly. Their lips meet and Suga is suddenly sober. He has the sudden urge to be his usual discreet self and slip quietly away, but no. He wants her and he’s gonna have her. If Shimizu gets involved in the process… oh well, it doesn’t matter; collateral damage. He smirks with determination and he extends his arms towards the still kissing girls. His thumbs rub against their cheeks and he’s surprised to find them both leaning into his touch, lips locked in a careful kiss. As they break away slowly, [Name] turns to him, half-lidded eyes glistening with desire. He moves closer and his lips press softly against hers. Pressure is applied on his wrist and he notices Kiyoko holding their hands; she urges them on their feet and leads them out of the bar. In the twilight, two pairs of arms wrap around him. He leaves fluttery kisses here and there, lips meeting and parting in a complicated dance. Kiyoko slowly guides them to the bed and motions [Name] to the mattress. [Name] lies on her back and the brunette hovers over her relaxed form, dexterous fingers removing layers of clothes. Sugawara watches silently as warm, soft lips press against [Name]’s skin, trailing her belly down to her legs. He reaches forward and slips Shimizu’s dress from her shoulders. It pools around her waist and he presses a heated kiss between her shoulder blades. She lowers herself between [Name]’s thighs and her fingers seek the girl’s heat. [Name] squirms under Kiyoko’s knowing touch and a small moan leaves her lips. Suga climbs on the bed and lies by [Name]’s side, his hand finding its way to her cheek. He moves closer, his mouth swooping upon hers. His fingers travel slowly down, exploring every inch of naked skin until they reach her chest. He cups a soft mound and his thumb teases the perky nub. She moans again, against his lips this time. Kiyoko has slipped a digit into her core and finally lets her tongue get a taste of [Name]’s juices. Sugawara pulls away and watches as [Name] squirms under Kiyoko’s expert ministrations. He feels left out; he wants in no matter what. He steps on the floor and moves behind Kiyoko. He lifts her dress to her waist and pushes down her knickers. Facing no resistance, he brushes two fingers against her opening, only to bring them out dripping. He pushes them into her wetness and she presses herself against his hand. Smiling, he lowers his face against her exposed backside and his teeth graze the sensitive skin of the firm mounds. She shivers at his touch, determination to make [Name] come flaring in an instance. He grips firmly her hips and drives himself into a very flustered Kiyoko. [Name] is about to reach her end and the brunette finds herself focusing hard to maintain a balance between her two partners. Sugawara is pumping her hard while [Name] is groaning at the verge of collapse. A final lap and [Name] comes undone; she rides the waves of her orgasm in the rhythm of Suga’s pumping. Each push presses Kiyoko closer to her core, increasing the friction. She can’t help but scream with intense pleasure. Her eyes flutter open and she watches Kiyoko moan deeply as the silveret rides her to oblivion. A pang of jealousy forces her to sit up. It’s unfair; she wants Koushi to fuck her too. [Name] gets on her knees and crawls to him. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and presses her lips against his, her tongue pressing against the glossy skin for access to his mouth. A new wave of heat spreads down his abdomen and he twitches inside of Shimizu, stealing a small scream from her. Kiyoko sneaks her fingers between her legs and it’s not long before she shivers against Suga, her climax crashing through her whole being like a tsunami. Exhausted, she lies on the bed and cranes her neck to watch as Suga kneels on the mattress over [Name], their lips still locked together. He drives himself into her, and [Name] wraps her legs around his waist. Kiyoko smiles as she realises that they’ve lost themselves into each other, their bodies finding a lustful rhythm. She lies back on the bed, dark eyes fluttering closed. [Name] urges Koushi to move faster, deeper. He can barely hold back for a few minutes before she digs her nails into his back, drawing crimson lines on his skin. She arches her back into him and whispers in his ear, “Come for me.” Daichi stared dumbfounded as the drink reached Suga’s lips and the silveret took a sip with a tiny smile, determined never to reveal the whole truth to his friend.

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Never Ever [Tsukishima Kei]

WARNING Contains NSFW material and a bit of inappropriate language Ushijima was fucking drunk. He knew he was drunk, but still he wouldn’t turn down the drinks that Hinata had been handing him all night. And then the stupid drinking games had started. Round after round, Ushijima had been forced to drink more and more. Thankfully, some of the Never Ever questions had been way too weird and he had managed to skip a few rounds. I mean, who the hell has joined the Mile High Club? Well, apart from Kageyama. Now it was his turn to chair the game. Relief took over him at the thought that he’d skip drinking during this round as well; yet, somewhere deep inside, he wished he’d be able to drink in this single round. Because he knew what he was going to say. And he deeply regretted not having experienced it. Even though he’d never even consider admitting it, had he been sober. Bless alcohol for allowing him to break through his cage! He cast around trying to judge who’d drink in this round. Not many people eligible in his radar; Yamaguchi; Sugawara; maybe Akaashi; and Bokuto? Bokuto was eligible for anything, no matter how extreme – at least that’s what Ushijima thought. He sat up straight and cleared his throat. Several eyebrows climbed higher on foreheads at his awkward initiation. He raised his gaze and unintentionally glared at the company. “I… I’ve never ever been… dominated”, he grumbled. Everybody stared at him speechless. The Ushijima Wakatoshi dreamt of being dominated. Right. Ushijima cast about once more; he couldn’t believe how far off his predictions had been. Yamaguchi’s and Sugawara’s glasses stuck stubbornly on the table; Akaashi didn’t even make a move towards his drink. At least Bokuto gulped his. Being able to read the atmosphere made Ushijima feel just a tiny bit more comfortable – or that was what he told himself. And then all hell broke loose. One after the other, ex-playmates started downing down alcohol like nothing had happened. People that Ushijima never expected were openly admitting to having been dominated. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Iwaizumi picked up his glass, followed suit by Oikawa, making Ushijima gape at the implications of their actions. At least Daichi had the decency to blush as he drank. Kageyama snickered at the thought of the mighty Oikawa being tied up, whipped, and who knows what else, but said nothing. Yamaguchi peeked at the blond sitting by his side; Tsukishima's fists were clenched and his brow was beaded with sweat. He looked slightly ill. As if I’d ever admit something like THAT has ever happened! It's late at night at the bar with only a few people around. Tsukishima had been drinking for hours, trying to drown his boredom – or possibly the loud voice in his head that constantly screamed he was never good enough – in alcohol. Then he sees her; glossy hair, brilliant smile. She’s talking with the bartender, ordering some kind of weird cocktail with tomato juice or something. Tsukishima cringes; he can’t believe she has such bad taste. He approaches her, condescending look plastered on his face. “I’ll buy you a real drink”, he says, looking down on her as he hovers over her smaller frame. “Oh, really?” she smiles, chin resting on her hand. “So you think that my drink isn’t a real one, then?” “Get her a dry Martini”, he turns to the bartender, as he sits next to her on the bar. She downs her crimson cocktail and leaves the empty glass on the counter. The bartender exchanges the empty one with another, filled with a clear liquid and a single olive. “That’s a real drink”, Tsukishima grunts. “Let’s see if your choice goes well with my sense of taste”, she says and brings the glass to her mouth. She takes a small appreciative sip and smacks her lips together. “Not bad.” “Like I’d ever choose something less than perfect”, he snorts. She turns to him, gaze mildly curious and inquires, “Well, with whom am I having the pleasure of sharing drinking tips?” A sickly sweet smile adorns her lips and Tsukishima flinches, realising that he isn’t even sober enough to have introduced himself properly. “Tsukishima Kei”, he mutters. “Nice to meet you”, she turns her attention back to her drink. “And... you?” he asks reluctantly. “[Name].” “N-nice name”, he looks away. She steals a side glance at his flustered face and smiles knowingly. The door bangs closed behind them. Lips interlocked and tongues dancing together in a lustful rhythm; he guides her to the bed. As he feels the mattress pressing against the back of his legs, her fingers wrap around his chin. She pulls back and forces him to look at her face.Her grip on his chin is strong, then an evil smirk spreads on her lips and she pushes him backwards. He sits heavily down, dazed and confused. She leans over him, her face one breath away from him. “What happened, little pervert? Cat got your tongue?” she purrs. No sound escapes him; he simply stares bewildered. “I see”, she goes on. “You thought I’d let you off easily…” she climbs on the bed and presses her knee on his chest; forcing him to lie down on his back. He shallows dryly in attempt to shake off the sensation of being threatened. She leans closer. “Relax and enjoy”, she whispers against his ear, her tongue leaving a hot trail against the shell as she shifts her weight. Thighs gripping his sides, her hand travels south and she pulls his T-shirt over his head. He lies stunned on the bed, unable to speak or move; he barely allows himself to breathe. She spreads his arms over his head and ties them with his T-shirt on the bed post. Her lips brush against his and his heart skips a beat. “Now that’s a good boy”, she smiles. “Not a single sound coming out of your cute little lips.” She straddles him, hands resting against his bare chest. The sick smile is back on her mouth. “But I’d rather you begged and moaned than the childish insults from before. It would suit you so much, no?” Nails dig into his skin, drawing flaming trails down his chest. He grunts behind clenched teeth and arches his back. “Stop it!” he growls. “I don’t think so”, one hand cups his cheek and another grabs his length over his jeans. “Not when this is so hard”, she says and squeezes him emphatically. A wave of red conquers his face and a reluctant moan leaves his throat. He is hard. There’s no denying it. Better this than the empty home or the stilted workplace, where he doesn't fit in. She breaks his reverie with a bite on the neck. Oh hell, he is so hard that he’s willing to let her do anything to him. He shifts uncomfortably between her legs and she can feel him growing even more against her palm. “That’s better”, she nods. “Do what you have to do”, he grunts. “Oh no, no. It doesn’t work like that!” she laughs and the sweet pressure against his hardness goes away; leaving him feeling bereft and desperate for more. “What? Just do it!” “No”, she answers firmly. “You have to earn it.” She leans once more on his chest and her fingers close around his nipple, pinching hard the sensitive nub. "Beg", she growls, her voice low and dangerous. “Let me in”, he mutters, “please.” “Hmmmm? I didn’t hear you”, she smiles. “Please, I need this”, he says, louder this time. And he did. Hopelessly. “That’s not proper begging”, she retorts, her pelvis digging into his groin, making his blood boil. “Please, please! Let me fuck you! I can’t hold it anymore!” he yells frustrated, as he tugs at his shackles. “Try again.” “Ride me please, please, please!” Momentarily he thinks he’s lost his mind – yet his need is too strong to ignore. Smiling, she unbuttons his jeans and pulls his length out of his underwear. Pushing her panties aside, she drives him into her wetness, her black dress pooling around them, and she rides him to oblivion. Tsukishima pressed his fist against the table; teeth grinding and staring at the damned glass but refusing to pick up. Ever astute, Yamaguchi leaned over and whispered to the blond, “Hmmm, Tsukki, I never would have thought you've been interested in that kind of play.” Tsukishima flinched and Yamaguchi smiled at the blond sweetly, filling him with horror.

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Never Ever [Kageyama Tobio]

WARNING Contains NSFW material Terushima was having fun. He was having so much fun, he couldn’t believe his luck. This reunion was a blast. Of course, everything he did was a blast, but this reunion was the blast of the blast. The blastest blast in the history of blasts. The fact that he had drunk to the point of seeing two Aones sitting across the table from him may –or may not- have contributed to how much fun he was having. The fact that he had become so drunk because he had been forced to drink on almost every round of the Never Ever game had definitely contributed to how much fun he was having. It wasn’t his fault that he had experienced everything there was to experience on the naughty sector. Well, almost everything. There was one thing he had always wanted to do but never had the chance to. “I’ve never ever joined the Mile High Club”, he stated with a massive grin, relaxing back on his chair. He was damn sure no one had joined the Mile High Club. Hell, he was sure no one even knew what the Mile High Club is. Several pairs of eyes exchanged confused glances. Kuroo looked away with an irritated grunt. Terushima congratulated mentally himself. There was no way anyone could have entered the Mile High Club. Amidst the waves of disappointment, a glass was raised from the table. The flight is going to be veeeeeery long. Kageyama knows that he has to put up with endless boredom through the night until they reach their destination, half way across the freaking planet. [Name] is relaxing in her seat, preparing to fall asleep and wake up several hours later. Kageyama huffs annoyed – that’s what she always does, no matter where they go. She falls asleep and wakes up right before they reach their destination – the choice of means of transportation doesn’t matter whatsoever to her. Fingers pass irritably through raven looks and he steals a peek at the girl. Despite his chagrin, he can’t help but marvel at her beauty. She has always been able to make the fire inside of him flare with a single glance. The lights in the cabin are turned off, the people already sleeping the journey through. Even the flight attendants have withdrawn to places unknown. [Name] cocks her head and gives him a drowsy smile. Half-lidded eyes glint in the darkness and something inside of him stirs with unforeseen force. He casts about; there’s no one around. Luckily, even the seat beside him is empty. He slips a hand under the rough plane blanket, fingers caressing softly her thigh. He reaches higher, pressing against her core over her yoga pants. Her eyes flutter open in an instant. “Tobes? What are you doing?” she hisses urgently. “Nothing. Just sitting here, bored out of my mind”, he deadpans, but she doesn’t fail to notice the glint in his eyes. She knows him too well to be fooled by his act. “Then watch a movie or something!” “I’d rather do something much more interesting than a stupid movie”, he whispers in her ear, leaning closer. His fingers draw small circles around her sensitive spot, highlighting the lustfulness in his voice. “S-stop it! We’re gonna be seen!” she stutters; yet her legs move slightly apart. “No one’s gonna see anything”, he says, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. There’s nothing she can do; he has totally won this round. A small moan escapes her lips as his fingers sneak under her clothes to feel her heat. Her head falls back against her seat and she relaxes into his touch, knowing fingertips drawing miracles against her skin. He rubs and presses, pinches and tickles, until she’s about to collapse. A digit slips inside of her, increasing her sensitivity levels tenfold. She wants to scream and struggles to hold it in, lest they will be heard in the silence of the cabin. Another digit joins the first and it takes all her will to bury her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her grunts. Tobio plays around in her wetness, pumping and splitting his fingers until her nails dig into his bicep. She’s close. A satisfied smirk crawls to his lips as he presses his thumb against her sweet spot. It only takes a few seconds before he can feel her squirming against his fingers, as she rides through her climax. He removes his hand from her pants and smiles at her as she struggles to focus, dazed by the force of her orgasm. Mile High Club: joined. Under everyone’s stupefied glares, Kageyama brought his glass to his lips and downed his drink.

Kageyama Tobio, Terushima Yuuji, Takanobu Aone, Kuroo Tetsurou, and preview image © Furudate Haruichi {Haikyuu}

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Never Ever [Tanaka Ryuunosuke|Yamamoto Taketora]

WARNING Contains NSFW material It was Bokuto’s turn to contribute to the particularly meaningful and most importantly, mature reunion activities. But honestly, the game was extremely difficult. He had to come up with something he hadn’t done before. And it had to be embarrassing. Oh boy, he could feel his brain cells bleeding to death one after the other like they had been infected with the Ebola virus. He had had so many experiences –mostly thanks to Kuroo; not that he’d ever admit that though- that he couldn’t think of anything to say. He glanced around to pick up even a tiny bit of inspiration – and save his last remaining brain cells from extinction. Tanaka and Nishinoya were grinning at each other like idiots. They weren’t saying anything, just grinning. Akaashi elbowed the shaved man and Kuroo laughed. Even Ushijima let out a small snort. Bokuto realised that he had missed something. A small black cloud floated over his head as he noticed that once more he hadn’t been able to focus his attention at the right thing in the right moment. He didn’t seem able to time himself well. A sudden revelation came to him; his cheeks flared up and he knew what he’d say. It was definitely embarrassing to admit, but it was something that he hadn’t been able to achieve, as of yet at least. Damn his bad timing skills. “I’ve never ever”, he started off and everybody shut up, turning their attention to him, “come at the same time with my partner.” His glass lay alone on the table in front of him. Kuroo snickered and brought his glass to his lips. Bokuto stared at his friend dumbfound. Daichi and Suga picked up their glasses and downed them in a very smooth move. Kageyama sipped absentmindedly under Oikawa’s deleterious glare. In the far corner, Tanaka and Yamamoto were exchanging glances. The suspicious exchanges drew Nishinoya’s attention. “Oi, Ryuu! Don’t tell me you’re about to down your drink!” the small-framed man laughed, patting his friend’s back. Tanaka choked and Yamamoto looked away. They’ll never forget that night in that bar. They meet for a quick drink after work and Yamamoto suggests to try a small underground bar he spotted a few days ago. Tanaka climbs down the stairs and the atmosphere of the premises invades his senses. Low lighting softens his vision; seductive aromas conquer his sense of smell; mellow music caresses his ears. Even before he has properly entered the room, he feels something stirring inside of him. Taketora lets out a small appreciative whistle as he takes in the relaxing environment. He realises that it’s not exactly relaxing, but more of a… sexy environment. It’s a place made to please your desires; to make you fall victim to your needs. They sit on a velvet sofa, relaxing against the fluffy pillows. A waitress moves towards their table and their jaws drop at her view; she’s wearing a bustier with matching stockings and garters, her legs embellished with thigh high boots. She leans in and asks for their orders. They both swallow hard and somehow manage to voice their drinks of choice. The waitress grants them with a divine half smile and makes her way back to the bar. As she moves out of sight, Ryuu notices another female figure sitting on a high stool and leaning against the bar. His gaze traverses her attractive form; she’s dressed simply and elegantly, yet something about her grabs his attention. He doesn’t really know what it is. Maybe it’s the way her hair falls over her shoulder in small seductive ringlets; maybe it’s the way her jeans embrace her curves; maybe it’s those damn sexy high heels making her look like a sex goddess. He just finds her irresistible. She catches him staring and she gifts him with a tiny smirk. Blood flushes his face and he looks away. By his side, Taketora is equally entranced by the view. The girl smiles at Yamamoto as well and then turns her attention back to her drink. Taketora grabs Ryuu’s shoulder. “Man, she was looking- no, she was smiling at us!” he blabs excitedly. Tanaka thinks that no, it can’t be it, it must have been that sweet perfume that has dulled their senses. It can’t be that a divine creature like her could have paid them any attention. All his defenses crumble as he notices her walking towards them. Yamamoto shifts on his seat. The girl walks straight to them and sits between them. “Hi, I’m [Name]”, she smiles. Both men gape at her like goldfish. Taketora somehow recollects himself and elbows Tanaka in the gut to wake him up. “I’m Taketora”, he says. “And this is Ryuu.” He grins like an idiot. “I’m pleased to… meet you”, she purrs and leans against Taketora’s shoulder. Ryuu’s heart falls. Damn, is she fine, he thinks with just a little disappointment as he sees his friend drooling all over the girl. He looks away in an attempt to be discreet. Fingers brush against his arm and he shifts his gaze toward her. She smiles at him, her fingers running up and down his forearm. Her other hand is resting against Taketora’s thigh. Tanaka finds himself leaning in, his eyes closing, as his lips press softly against hers. She doesn’t withdraw; on the contrary, she deepens the kiss, her tongue massaging his lower lip. Surprised, he opens his eyes. She is focused on the kiss, but she isn’t the only one enjoying it. Taketora has wrapped his arms around her waist, his mouth exploring the soft skin of her neck. Suddenly, his jeans feel too tight. Ryuu lets a hand travel to her thigh and she sighs against his lips. Drawing back she moans between them. “Boys”, she says and her voice echoes low, full of desires and lewd promises. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” The door closes behind them and Yamamoto pulls her blouse over her head. Her breasts seem like they’re inviting Tanaka closer. He buries his face in the soft mounds and she arches her back to him. Yamamoto unclasps her bra, while she struggles to unbuckle his belt, distracted as she is by Tanaka’s tongue around her nipples. Taketora’s jeans fall to his knees and she wraps her fingers around his base beneath his trunks. He gasps as she moves her hand up and down. Realising what’s going on, Ryuu feels a pang of jealousy; he wants in. He takes off his trousers and stands up in front of her. He grabs her free hand and leads it to his hardness. They both grunt as she works her miracles on their strained lengths. Their lips attack her lips; her neck; her shoulders. Teeth graze against soft skin and she picks up her pace amidst moans and grunts. “Come on, my boys”, she whispers seductively. “Show me how much you want me.” She pumps them harder and they come undone in her hands together. Taketora and Ryuu nodded at each other knowingly and in a swift move they reached for each other’s glasses. They downed them in one go, leaving everyone on the table wondering what the hell that had been about.

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Never Ever [Iwaizumi Hajime]

WARNING Contains NSFW material and some inappropriate language

Kageyama groaned. He knew where this was going. He had gone through the same process over and over again during the past few hours. This reunion thing had got out of hand so fast, he hadn’t even had time to register what had happened. Momentarily he wondered why the hell he had given up on his precious Saturday evening away from college to meet up with that bunch of weirdos. Probably nostalgia, he thought and sighed.

He wrapped his fingers around his glass and took a deep breath. Several pairs of eyes fixed on him intently, some sparkling with expectation, others filled with dread. Deadly silence prevailed in the room. “I’ve never ever”, he paused and cast around. Everybody was glaring at him. “I’ve never ever done it in a hot tub.” Leaving the glass alone, he stared at the rest of the guys. A mixture of laughs and groans echoed; fingers tightened around glasses. Kageyama spotted Oikawa glancing at Iwaizumi with a particularly annoying smugness covering his equally annoying face. Seeing how Iwaizumi stared at his drink like it had grown horns, Oikawa snorted. Late at night; the gym is empty. Iwaizumi walks around tired to the bone. He can only think of the tiny little pleasure that he allows himself every night after his shift is over: 15 minutes in the gym’s hot tub. Changing into his swimming trunks, he makes his way to the far back of the gym, past rows after rows of machines. He doesn’t come across a single soul in the whole wing. He sighs contently, knowing that he’ll have the tub to himself tonight. He arrives at the tub, only to notice someone already in the water. Bummed, he takes the few steps that separate him from his -not so precious anymore- goal. He climbs over the side and the other person turns and looks at him. For a second he freezes. It’s her. It’s [Name]. She smiles sweetly at him and he mutters an awkward “hi” in response. He lets his body slide into the hot water right across from her. She stares at him, eyes drilling into his core, forcing him to avert his gaze. Before he knows, she has moved next to him; he can feel his face warming up, even through all that heat. “The jets on this side are stronger”, she offers an apologetic smile. “Um, yeah, I guess”, he grunts and looks away again. Yet his gaze seems unable to stay away from her oh-so-wet form; the way she touches her collarbone just over the water surface is extremely distracting. The sweet curve of her breasts; the small ringlet of hair that falls over her ear; the visible softness of her thighs; he can’t help but imagine his arms wrapping around her, pulling her on him, having her do naughty things to him. He shifts uncomfortably as the familiar bulge in his trunks flares into life, awake from a lazy slumber. Her presence next to him is simply too much to bear. His awkward movement draws her attention. Thankfully, the water bubbling around them hides his embarrassing situation. She turns towards him and her breasts press against his biceps as she extends an arm over his shoulder. “Sorry, I wanted to get my towel”, she offers that apologetic smile once more. She dabs the fluffy textile on her face, but her breasts are still firmly attached to his arm. Fuck this shit, he thinks. His hand finds its way to the small of her back and he pulls her to him, his lips seeking hers with such an intensity that leave her breathless. The towel falls into the water and slowly sinks to the bottom as he deepens the kiss, both arms tightly wrapped around her waist. She arches her back, moving as close to him as humanly possible, as he finally satisfies her need for him. Fingers brush over toned arms and he pulls her on him, her knees resting on each side of his. The way she rides him allows him undisturbed access to her backside, which he readily takes advantage of. His hands roam her soft curves and sneak under her bikini bottom. He cups her bottom and presses her body against his torso. If he doesn’t enter her, he’ll explode. That’s the only thing in his mind. The same thing seems to be on her mind too, as she pushes a palm down his body to let his length out of the constraints of the trunks. He groans as her fingers wrap around his base and he twitches excitedly in anticipation. She leads him into her and starts riding him with all her might, waves of hot water crashing against their twining bodies. He claws her backside as she picks up her speed and he drives her to crash against him, again and again. Iwaizumi picked up his glass and downed it.

Iwaizumi Hajime, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, and preview image © Furudate Haruichi {Haikyuu}

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Crimson Silence [Kirishima Eijirou] [5/4]

WARNING Contains NSFW material He registered her running towards him, the urgency of whatever had her hurrying so much evident in her stride. She reached him in a matter of seconds and grabbed his hand in desperation. “Ei, please come with me to the storeroom now, it’s super urgent!” “Why? What happened? Is everything okay?” he got up from his seat, eyebrows knitting together in concern. “Just come with me, please!” she pulled him towards the storeroom, forcing him to half-run to keep up with her. She opened the door and urged him in. He stepped in the room and turned on his heel to look at her, concern still etched on his face. The sound of the bolt locking behind her pushed his eyebrows even higher on his forehead. “[Name]? What’s going on…?” She rested her back against the cool surface of the door and slowly raised her gaze to his face. A suggestive smirk tugged at the corners of her lips and Kirishima felt his cheeks heating up for absolutely no reason whatsoever. He called her name once more before she pushed away from the door and closed the distance between them in a couple of lithe strides. “[Name], what are you-” Her lips stopped the words in his mouth and his arms wrapped around her reflexively, in response to the stirring in his loin. She relaxed against his torso, her fingers tugging playfully at crimson tufts, and pushed her tongue past willing lips to deepen the kiss. A low moan escaped his lips and his palms travelled up her arms. His fingers tightened around her shoulders and he pushed her away, way more decisively than he actually felt. “Ei…?” she stared at him confused. “Is something wrong?” “That’s my line!” he grunted somewhat upset, the clouds of desire dispersing fast from his tone. “You dragged me in here like your life depended on it and then…” a tiny, unintentional wave of red spread across his face. “Actually, this is way more important than you think, Eijirou”, her voice echoed dead serious. Suddenly self-conscious and convinced that he had made a lethal mistake, he whispered: “Which ‘this’”? “This”, she pointed at the floor between them. “You. Me. Us. This. Now.” She had him seriously confused. “I want you, Ei”, she smiled seductively and let a hand rest softly against his chest. “I want you so much that I can’t hold back a single moment anymore.” She took a step forward and her breasts pressed delightfully against his chest, her forehead touching lightly his collarbone. “Tell me that you don’t want me like crazy right now and I’ll stop immediately.” “It’s not that I-”, a groan interrupted his train of thought as she slipped a thigh between his legs and pressed softly upwards. “S-stop, [Name], they, ahhh, they’ll hear us!” he moaned reluctantly. Much to his dismay, she pulled back, leaving him hot and frustrated. A tiny groan of disappointment left his lips and she glared at him, hands on her hips. “What do you want me to do, Ei?” she demanded. “I- ughhh….” He looked away embarrassed. “I want you like crazy, [Name]” he added. “But everyone in UA will hear us and we’ll get fired, you know?!” A satisfied grin spread on her lips and he squinted at her in anticipation of whatever craziness she was about to pull off. “Don’t worry, babe, no one’s gonna hear a-ny-thing”, she stated in a singsong tone while hooking a finger in her earmuffs and pulling them free from her belt. “Absolute Silence.” She hooped them around her finger a couple of times and her grin widened. “I can’t believe you. You’re crazy.” “Good crazy though, right?” He could only reflect her grin in response; she totally had him wrapped around her finger. She let the earmuffs fall on the floor and pulled her T-shirt over her head. “I wanna feel your hands on my tits, Ei. Now.” “Yes, ma’am.” His palms found their way to her breasts and he squeezed the soft mounds, eliciting a string of moans out of her lips. “That’s my man”, she sighed. “The things you say, babe, activate my quirk”, he laughed playfully and leaned in to plant a trail of wet kisses down her neck. “I don’t think that’s your quirk, Ei”, she laughed in response and slid a hand down his naked stomach to rub his groin over his uniform. “If you keep this up, I’ll have to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to go back to class.” “Uh huh? Is this a challenge, Kirishima Eijirou?” her fingers slipped beneath his pants and wrapped around his length. “Yes, ma’am”, he fiddled with her bra until her breasts were finally free from their constraints and his teeth grazed a perky nub. “Then you have to deliver what you promised.” “A man always keeps his promises”, he smirked. “Take everything off.” “Yessir!” she laughed, unbuttoning her shorts and pushing them down her legs along with her fishnets. In a flash, she unzipped her boots and wriggled free of all clothing. He took her in his arms, pulling her up until her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and pressed her back against the closest steel cabinet. Somewhere along the way, her lips found his and he returned her kiss feverishly with a passion that overwhelmed them both. It was physically impossible to stay apart anymore. She struggled with the multiple layers of his skimpy outfit until the articles pooled around his ankles. “I can’t- I can’t hold back anymore”, he groaned against her mouth. “Shut up and get inside of me, now!” she demanded, her teeth capturing carelessly his lower lip. He drove himself to her entrance and pressed against the wet opening reluctantly, as if she might have reconsidered. “Don’t stop half-way, Ei, com’on!” her legs tightened around his waist, forcing him to plunge deep inside of her. “Oh gosh, [Name], this is…!” he murmured and sheathed himself forcefully into her core. “This is how it’s, ah, su-supposed to be, Ei”, she managed between thrusts. “Having you in me is how it’s supposed to be.” His fingers dug deeper into her backside and he picked up his pace. “Please, [Name], stop- don’t s-say, ugh, things like that, makes me want to come!” “Oh no, you don’t!” she growled, her nails carving red tiger stripes across his shoulder blades. “You have to make me come first!” He pulled her away from the cabinet, balancing her body against his torso and took the few steps to a nearby work bench. With a wide sweep of his toned arm, he cleared the surface of all clutter and placed her on her back against the wood. He slipped carefully out of her and got on his knees between her legs. His fingers teased softly her wet folds, sending chills down her back. “D-don’t play with me, Ei!” she whimpered. “I’m gonna make you scream my name so hard while you come, that the whole UA will hear us even over your quirk!” A fingertip pressed carefully against her opening and his hot breath fanned her wetness. “Do it! Do it now!” she pleaded. “What do you want me to do, [Name]?” he asked in feigned innocence. “Make me come, Ei, please!” “How do you want me to make you come, [Name]?” he prolonged her torture, circling her clit with his finger. “You have to spell out exactly what you want.” “Y-your tongue!” she cried out as a digit plunged into her core. “Lick me!” The naturalness with which she switched between her dominating and submissive personas, between demanding like an empress and pleading like a beggar, drove him crazy. His hardness throbbed and he wrapped his fingers around his base in an attempt to relieve the pressure. He wanted –needed- to have her climax against his mouth and then fuck her hard all over again until he’d come as well. He added another finger to her core and lapped across her folds, the tip of his tongue pressing her small bundle of nerves, again and again, drawing circles on the sensitive skin, making her squirm under his touch. “Yes, babe, yeah… that’s it!” she groaned. He felt lightheaded and more motivated than ever. His tongue played with her sweet spot while he scissored his fingers, spreading her tight walls. He pumped his length slowly, in an attempt to keep himself from going over the edge – his objective was right in front of him; she was oh so very close. He pumped her with his fingers, deeper, faster, all the while his tongue did miracles on her folds. “Yeah, Ei, I’m almost there”, she moaned and then her climax washed over her; her legs twitched violently and she arched her back, her fingers scraping the hard surface of the work bench. His palm left his length and grabbed her thigh, holding her in place while she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Soon her body relaxed and she fell back on the bench with the sigh. “That was… amazing”, she panted with a contagious smile. Grinning, he got on his feet and placed a line of butterfly kisses up her belly. Her palms cupped his cheeks and she tipped his face up to look into his eyes. “Fuck me again, Ei. I want you inside of me. I... I want you to come.” A satisfied smirk spreading on his lips, he planted one last kiss between her breasts and drove himself into her warmth once more. He felt her walls contracting to accommodate his swollen size and a low hiss escaped him at the captivating sensation of wetness. Everything about her was perfect. It wasn’t only that she was breathtakingly beautiful or even that her wittiness had him on his knees. It was that literally everything about her seemed made for him; even her internal anatomy fit him like a glove. He bobbed in and out again and again, fast, deep, until his breath was caught and the familiar tingling in his lower back spread throughout his whole being. With a groan, he thrust one last time and surrendered to his release. He collapsed against her chest, his face resting in the crook of her neck. In a haze, he planted a loving kiss on her skin and nuzzled her. “I still can’t believe you really want to be with me”, he murmured as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. EXTENDED END Kirishima’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket. 1 new text message. From Bakugou Katsuki: “Seriously, I knew that the kabedon had worked, but you gotta give it to my cousin that she banged your almost virgin brains out during work hours in the UA with only me noticing” Eijirou leaned against the wall to avoid fainting from embarrassment.

Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, and preview image © Horikoshi Kouhei {Boku no Hero Academia}

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Crimson Silence [Kirishima Eijirou] [4/4]

Bakugou knows what he’s doing. Kirishima had unlimited faith in his friend’s lady skills. If he says I should kabedon [Name], I will. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, he opened the door of the teachers’ office and walked purposefully out. He followed the hallway towards the Department of Support, scanning each room in search of her. He finally found her in a storeroom crammed with mysterious devices in varying stages of completion. “Ummm… [Name]…?” he called reluctantly, turning her attention away from a bizarre pile of stuff. “Oh! Ei-kun!” she chirped with a wide smile. “Come on in!” “Sorry to interrupt”, he mumbled scanning the obscure machinery. “Ah, I definitely needed a break!” she sighed. “Registering all this shit has sent my head spinning!” “Do you actually know what all this stuff does?” he stared at her, eyes widening in wonderment. “No, of course not!” she laughed. “I merely try to guess what they could possibly do!” She leaned back against a locker overflowing with metal parts. …kabedon her! Bakugou’s voice echoed in Kirishima’s head as he watched her pressing her back against the steel surface and pink dusted his cheeks. Before he could regret it, he closed the distance between them, crimson gaze fixing on her eyes. Now is the only chance… I have to… He slammed his palm against the locker right by her head making her jump surprised. She looked at him confused and he felt his face flushing uncontrollably. “I-I… It’s…” he stuttered frantically, pulling his hand back. “A mosquito! There was a mosquito!” he screamed finally. “Oh! Did you get it?” she pushed away from the locker and reached for his hand. “Ah, I guess not”, he muttered, a new wave of red spreading on his cheeks. Her fingers wrapped around his palm and she grinned happily. “You’re so cute when you blush!” she laughed making him blush even harder. “I… You-” His words were stopped in his mouth as she got on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. “You’re even cuter when you stutter”, she smiled again. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” “What did just… How… You… Did the kabedon actually work?!” he blabbed, mostly to himself. “The what?” she asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “N-Nothing!” he grimaced awkwardly. “Ugh, okay…” she said, letting go of his hand, and took a step away, moving towards the door. She’s leaving! He gawked at her frozen and mentally berated himself. Make a move, you idiot! “[Name]! Wait!” he called after her stopping her on her tracks. He grasped her arm and spun her to look at him. “I…” He steeled himself against her steady, inquiring gaze. “I’m a man. I don’t wanna play around anymore.” Feeling more confident than ever, he leaned in, his mouth swooping down on hers with a need that surprised even himself. In a daze, he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, his lips pressing against hers, seeking more of her mouth, more of her taste, more of her. Responding to his ferocity, she parted her lips with a soft moan that vibrated against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He let his tongue brush softly against hers, deepening carefully the kiss. He wanted her so hard, he could swear he had got feverish. Sucking gently on his lower lip, she pulled slowly away and rested her head against his wide chest. “I’ve waited so long for you to do this…” she whispered softly. “You… you did?” Still shocked and breathing hard, he tightened his hold on her, his arms pressing her on his body. “I’ve wanted it… I’ve wanted you so hard…” she trailed off and pulled slightly back. “Then why didn’t you…?” “Do something? I did.” His confused glare brought a smile to her lips. “I kissed you, didn’t I? When you tried so cutely to kabedon me”, she flashed an innocent grin making him blush fiercely once more. “I-I didn’t mean to…!” he blabbed terrified. “Gosh, you seriously drive me crazy when you go all red…” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a second, even more heated kiss.

Kirishima Eijirou and preview image © Horikoshi Kouhei {Boku no Hero Academia}

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Crimson Silence [Kirishima Eijirou] [3/4]

“Yo, Eijirou!” the voice had a familiar ring to it that Kirishima had not heard in ages. He craned his neck to stare at the newcomer, a massive grin blossoming on his lips. “Katsuki! Haven’t seen you in forever! How’ve you been?” “That ass, Todoroki’s been making my every day a nightmare”, Bakugou clicked his tongue in irritation and sat next to the redhead. “Other than that, everything’s the same.” “So, what are you doing at U.A.?” “Heard there’s a new chick in town and came to check her out”, the explosive blond said flatly. “YOU WHAT?” Kirishima got on his feet upset, throwing his chair on the floor in the process. “Chill, man!” Bakugou burst out laughing. “Didn’t know you had it that bad for her!” he flashed his friend an evil half-smile and rested his head on his arm, observing amused the redness that conquered Eijirou’s face. “I- No! What?” Kirishima muttered incomprehensively, making Bakugou laugh even harder. “Sh-shut up!” the redhead pouted and sat back down. “I had to leave something for Eraserhead from Todoroki.” “Huh?” Eijirou cocked his head, not following the blond’s train of thought. “You asked me why I’m here, didn’t you?” “Ah, that. Sorry”, Kirishima replied sheepishly. Bakugou’s intense gaze fixed on the redhead, making him shiver in cold sweat. “So, Eijirou, what’s the deal with the chick?” Katsuki asked lazily. “Chick? What chick? No chick!” Kirishima blabbed. “I mean, no deal!” “Right”, Bakugou deadpanned. “OKAY FINE.” “What?” “I like her!” Kirishima flashed a bright crimson and looked away. “And?” “And nothing”, he grunted. Bakugou’s smirk was driving him nuts, mostly because Kirishima knew just how much fun his friend was having. “Nothing, as in I haven’t even kissed her?” “Yeah. Nothing.” “Noob.” “Piss off!” Kirishima growled. Bakugou snorted and got on his feet to leave. “Oi, where do you think you’re going?” the redhead demanded. “Got shit to do, Ei.” Bakugou stared at his friend. “Girls to attend to. Unlike you!” he let out a laugh that sounded more like a roar and turned on his heel. Kirishima grabbed Katsuki’s vest and made him sit back down, earning himself an aggressive growl. “What the hell, Eijirou?!” “W-what should I do?” the redhead muttered. “Huh?” “What should I do to get her, Katsuki?” “OOOH, now you want my advice!” Katsuki smirked. “Well, I am the best so it kinda makes sense to ask me!” “SHUT UP AND TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!” Kirishima hissed. “Piss off, I am taking it seriously!” Bakugou retorted. “Go kabedon her”, he concluded, crossing his arms on his chest. “WHAT?” “Kabedon, you know? When you slap a hand on a wall by her head…” Kirishima tried to visualize himself kabedon-ing [Name], but it was impossible. “No, no, no, that’s so wrong!” he protested. “Huh? Are you doubting my techniques?” Katsuki raised an unbelieving eyebrow at Eijirou. “No… it’s just that I can’t see that happening.” “You don’t have to see it. You just have to do it.” Bakugou got on his feet again and made his way to the door. “Go now and text me a pic of her underwear lying on the floor of your bedroom later!” The door closed behind the blond before Kirishima had the chance to come up with a decent answer. It was only then that the redhead wondered how the hell Bakugou knew about [Name].

Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Eraserhead, Todoroki Shouto, U.A. and preview image © Horikoshi Kouhei {Boku no Hero Academia}

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Crimson Silence [Kirishima Eijirou] [2/4]

Lost in thought, he followed the flow of students towards the exit, not paying much attention to his surroundings, until a group of male teens in front of him stopped in their tracks, and he barely avoided crashing on them. "Seriously, though, who does she think she is?" "I bet she's trying to be like Midnight, acting all bitchy and stuff." The malicious whispers caught Eijirou's attention, and he scanned the crowd trying to figure out whom the teens were talking about. His gaze caressed familar faces one after the other, until it rested on a figure clad in a black T-shirt. It was her. Eijirou took in the way her hair danced in rhythm with her steps; the little curve where her tight T-shirt dug into her tiny cargo shorts; the pair of lime-green enhanced protection earmuffs that hang from her belt. He could only visualise the fishnet-clad legs and mid-calf combat boots that would complete her image, as the group of teenage boys was blocking his vision. "Bitch. As if anyone would listen to her. Even her quirk is lame; absolute silence. Like a shitty quirk like that could ever do anything!" one of the boys snorted. “She’s hot stuff though”, another teen leered. "That’s all she’s got! No one's ever even seen her fight!" Eijirou felt his blood boil; he took a deep breath and placed a hand on the boy right in front of him. "You should be careful about what you say and when", he growled, making several heads snap towards him. "I-I didn't mean-", the boy stuttered. He knew that having Red Riot growl at him was definitely bad news. "I know exactly what you meant", Eijirou snarled, the teacher –and most importantly the man- inside of him having been offended to the core. If the boy said another word, he'd regret it forever. "Ei-kun!" [Name]'s laughing voice echoed over innumerable heads, interrupting the males’ heated moment. She navigated through the frozen crowd, reaching the redhead in the blink of an eye. She brushed her fingertips against his cheek and smiled sweetly at him. "Don't worry about it, love." Her words made him forget his; only his genuine fury kept his cheeks from turning a fiery red. The boy let a small sigh, thinking that the imminent danger had passed. “I’ve got this”, she let the words leave her lips and her smile transformed into an evil grin as she turned her attention to the teens. The boys returned her gaze with as much confidence as they could muster, throwing worried glances at Kirishima. [Name] grabbed her earmuffs from her belt and pressed them over her ears. The redhead stared at the group confused; nothing was happening. And yet the boys seemed bewildered. [Name]’s eyes glistened and her evil grin widened; cold sweat ran down Eijirou’s back. The equally confused crowd started pointing fingers at the boys. Kirishima stared at them as flashes of neon appeared on their arms; their faces; their clothes. They tried to scream, to protest, but no sound came out of their mouths. Only the words printed on their frames. Red Riot scary! [Name] bitchy! Me screwed! Want out! Me cry! Don’t wanna! Sorry! The words appeared like graffiti on the boys’ bodies, flashy tags full of embarrassment. The teens tried desperately to rub them off but to no avail; the words appeared and left according to their thoughts. Go away! What? No! Stop! Let go! Forgive! Sorry! PLEASE! Silent tears welled in the corners of their eyes, and finally [Name] took her earmuffs off. The words disappeared and the sound of sniffles filled the hallway. The crowd erupted in heated whispers. [Name] leaned closer to the group of teens and stared right into their eyes. “You’re heroes. You don’t judge. You only do hero. Otherwise leave UA.” A trail of sorry's and forgive us sounded over the sniffles. “If you understand, then it’s alright”, she smiled. “If not, I can do worse to you!” she laughed heartedly, sending chills down the backs of everyone present, including Kirishima. The boys made the hastiest exit ever. Following after the humbled teens, the crowd started dispersing and [Name] turned to Eijirou. “Ei-kun, thank you so much for this”, she chirped. “I-I only did wh-what I had to do”, he stuttered in response. A lovely smile crawled to her lips and she cupped his cheek. Getting on her toes she placed a kiss on the corner of his lips and, pausing for a moment to give him the most adorable of winks, she left. In that moment, the female students of the school developed contrasting feelings of admiration and hate towards [Name]; the male students simply wished they were in Kirishima sensei's position. Eijirou could only stare after her, his brain fried to a crisp.

Author's note: *KIND OF SPOILER FOR ONE PIECE AND JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE* - The Reader's quirk was inspired by Corazon's Nagi Nagi no Mi and Hirose Koichi's Reverb/Echoes. 

Kirishima Eijirou, Midnight, U.A. and preview image © Horikoshi Kouhei {Boku no Hero Academia}

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Crimson Silence [Kirishima Eijirou] [1/4]

Another day at U.A. and Kirishima Eijirou –or Red Riot as he’s commonly known- walked down the aisle of the crowded school, moving away from class 1-A, followed by a wave of students. It had been years since he had graduated and he was finally back as a teacher in the same class where he had started his career as a hero – a pro hero. 

He really liked his job; it was full of thrills and unexpected developments. Not to mention that he got to teach the meaning of manliness to all the little hero hatchlings. It was a good life. And it had become even better –albeit a bit confusing- when she had arrived. [Name] Quirk: Absolute Silence Alias: Queen of the Deaf Apparently her sense of humour was somewhat twisted, judging by her choice of alias. It didn’t matter at all for Eijirou. She was the hottest, most gorgeous person he had ever laid eyes upon. And ever since she had arrived at U.A., he had found himself lingering close to the Department of Support where she was teaching all the more often, just to catch a glimpse of her. He had to admit that he was smitten. It wasn’t always that fun though. True; he really liked her. The problem was that he had absolutely no idea how to deal with her. Or with his feelings for that matter. As soon as she made an appearance, all his ideals about manliness and stuff went out of the window. She would smile at him and he’d feel his face flushing and his skin taking the colour of his hair. How extremely embarrassing. What was worse, she had been brought up abroad and in her culture, hugging and kissing was absolutely okay. The first time she had hugged him he had thought he’d die. And when she had kissed him on the cheek goodbye –in front of everyone-, he had had to fight tooth and nail not to faint. This wasn’t okay in his culture. He loved it though. After he had finally managed to get used to her touching him out of the blue –without him fainting- he had been trying to “bump” into her as often as possible, so that he’d receive her affections. Even if they weren’t as intimate as he would have liked. He had promised himself, however, that he’d properly kiss her –and a man always keeps his promises. Eventually.

Kirishima Eijirou, U.A. and preview image © Horikoshi Kouhei {Boku no Hero Academia}

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Kiss Me Silently [Kuroko Tetsuya]

Silence wrapped around them like a magical veil.

He placed a finger against her lips to prevent her from speaking – to prevent her from breaking the spell. She stared at him confused; eyes large and shiny, innocent like a doe’s. His heart fluttered at her view. He traced the outline of her lips with his finger, burning in his memory every little curve, every little shape. In the silence, he felt all powerful. He could do it. He would do it. Slowly, soundlessly, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. A quiet gasp vibrated against his mouth and she froze for a single moment. Scared that he had ruined everything, he pulled back, only to notice her fingers fisting the front of his shirt. His gaze trained on her face; her doe-like irises glinted full of desire. A deep shiver ran down his spine and his fists clenched in a vain attempt to restrain himself. Her lips moved noiselessly forming the one word he wanted to hear. Please… An irresistible wave of yearning surged through his being and he realised he couldn’t hold back anymore. His mouth swooped down upon hers and he let himself drown in the sensation of her lips against his. He savoured every moment, focusing on every little movement; every little variation of the ardent dance of their tongues as they got lost into each other. He tasted her skin, sucking on plump lips, coaxing her tongue in minute, playful encounters. His hands travelled down her back and she responded fervently, arms locking around his neck, pulling him ever closer. Not a single word was spoken; not a single sound was released. The silence that surrounded them was truthfully made of pure magic. A magic spell that replayed in his head: Once more, Again, And again, Kiss me silently.

Kuroko Tetsuya and preview image © Fujimaki Tadatoshi {Kuroko no Basket}

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Kiss Me Softly [Yamaguchi Tadashi]

A soft caress against his lips. That’s what it felt like. A drop of honey teasing his taste buds. He blinked once, in a vain attempt to clear his foggy vision. He blinked once and the moment was gone. No, no, no, no, no, please, don’t stop! He stared at her confused, exhilarated, yet a little bit hurt. Why did she have to stop? Why did she have to deprive him of her taste? A warm smile answered his pained expression, and she tilted her head to the side. Gosh, she is beautiful…! He stared at her stunned, like a rabbit frozen under the headlights of a truck about to run it over. He was so lost in her image that he didn’t realise when the distance between them had closed. Another caress against his lips; another tiny bit of heaven. Indeed, it felt like he had been run over by a truck. His eyelids fluttered closed and he concentrated on the feel of her kiss; the way the curve of her upper lip pressed between his; the soft move of her mouth as she let her tongue peek through; her taste against his mouth. His arms wrapped around her shoulders, palms cupping her neck, and he ran his tongue across her lower lips, stroking gently the glossy skin. Chills ran down his spine as she brushed her fingertips up his back, fisting his shirt. Sensing her need, he deepened the kiss, letting himself drown in her; his senses were overwhelmed by her touch, her smell, her sound, her taste. He could only feel her arms tightening around his back; he could only smell her perfume tingling his nostrils; he could only hear the little sounds escaping her lips; he could only taste her as he got lost in the kiss. A soft caress against his lips. It might have felt like that, but Tadashi wished it would last for all eternity; an eternity that she would hear him whisper, Kiss me softly, more and more, for evermore.

Yamaguchi Tadashi and preview image © Furudate Haruichi {Haikyuu}

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Kiss Me Intimately [Sugawara Koushi]

It started off as a gentle summer breeze caressing silky locks, but soon it escalated into a midwinter avalanche cascading down her shivering form. He couldn’t restrain himself; His lips had a will of their own. What had begun as a soft, tender, almost shy caress against her lips turned into a volcano of emotions erupting with every stolen breath between kisses. She had brushed a thumb against his cheek, trailing the small birthmark underneath his eye. The sole touch had sent electric jolts down his spine and he had instinctively wrapped his arms around her body. They had frozen in place, staring into each other’s eyes for an indefinite amount of time before he finally leaned in and placed the most imperceptible of pecks on her lips. Heat had exploded against his lips, sending his head spinning. There was no way he’d be satisfied with only a chaste kiss. Her parted lips invited him to a secret dance of seduction; promised him to fulfill his most lustful desires. So he had succumbed; his mouth swooped down upon hers, and she had opened up to him, showing him new horizons filled with intimacy. The movement of her lips synchronised perfectly with his, as if she were expecting everything he planned to do. He captured her lower lip and a soft moan escaped her, making his body quiver with excitement. He wanted, needed, to get closer to her. As if responding to his plea, her fingers buried into silver tufts and she pressed herself harder against his chest. Her tongue peeked shyly from her mouth, meeting his half-way. His arms tightened around her body and he enjoyed a more thorough exploration of the wet cavern of her mouth as his fingers traced her curves, his touch burning her up like liquid fire. Her tongue traveled across his upper lip and she escaped the lip lock, directing her attention to his neck. She nibbled at the exposed skin, leaving tiny marks behind. His breathing hitched and he couldn’t help the sensual sighs that escaped him, Kiss me deeper, more passionately, more intimately.

Sugawara Koushi and preview image © Furudate Haruichi {Haikyuu}

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Kiss Me Forcefully [Kyoutani Kentarou]

He straightened his back in a clear signal of his perceived position as the alpha male. A low growl escaped his throat and his lips curled back, exposing threatening teeth. He would under no circumstances tolerate her defiance; he was going to wipe the damned cocky smile off her face. And in the most absolute and incontestable way at that. She was standing right in front of him, not appearing the least intimidated by his show of power. Rather, the –oh so annoying!- cocky smile widened into a shit-eating grin that screamed challenge. He had had enough. She needed to learn her place. She had absolutely no right to provoke him; to frustrate him; to stir things inside of him. She lifted slowly her chin and her lips parted in a particularly vexing smile. He simply glared at her, unmoving; sharp, predator irises fixated on her form. Unfazed, she let the smile wane and bit her lower lip in a gesture that he could only translate as a declaration of war. He was more than willing to answer her provocation. In a swift move he grabbed the side of her neck and smashed his lips against hers. Instead of cowering back in fear, she welcomed his fiery attack, in a silent dare to venture deeper in the pleasures she could offer him. Chills of irritation mixed with excitement and euphoria ran down his spine as his tongue pressed against hers, feeling her summons to play harder. She was the trial he had been looking for; a maze he would either conquer or become forever lost in. Either way, he was going to have to give it his all. His fingers buried into her hair, tugging obsessively at silky tufts, and his lips renewed their attack against her. He traced every inch of exposed skin; on her lips; her jawline; her neck; her collarbone. Every kiss placed with such hunger that left marks behind. Every kiss hiding a nuance of violence. She answered with sharp nails dragging along his back and a string of moans rolling off her tongue, Passionately, angrily, kiss me forcefully.

Kyoutani Kentarou and preview image © Furudate Haruichi {Haikyuu}