#what is this knb kinktober doing to me *sigh*

[lamnwar]

Want my kids? // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!!

A/N: this one wasn't based on any request, it's just me naturally being a slut for my husband teppei 🤰🏽 Context: something's been in Teppei's mind lately, and that is to stuff you so full that you eventually give him a kid. Warnings: Kiyoshi has a breeding kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, mention of pregnancy and slight allusion to lactation kink

When you first introduced Teppei Kiyoshi to your friends and family, their judgement was unanimous: you better tie him down before it’s too late and you lose what may be – in all impartiality of course – the perfect husband. And you wouldn’t disagree, no. How can you? It doesn’t matter how you try to look at it, he just happens to fill all the requirements.

Nice? He’s a living teddy bear.

Smart? A true genius hiding behind the smile of an idiot.

Interesting? He has so many layers to his personality that you, yourself, might get lost trying to understand him.

Face card? He’s got it, a stereotypically handsome visage.

The body? You would never dare question his athleticism looking at him.

And his cock? ...Shit, you can cry for it.

You seriously lucked out, there is no denying that. Teppei is surely the kind of man that makes you stop in the middle of your rant on how much you hate men, just because you are reminded of his existence, and it goes against all that his peers are. Then again, he might be the exception that proves the rule. But that’s another debate that you won’t get into.

Not now, anyway, not when he’s come home with the need for you. Yet today is nothing special. It’s a day like every other, you’d say it might even be a tad more boring than usual. But the tall man’s mind is wired differently, and something with the way you look sitting on your couch, mindlessly looking for something to entertain your night, drives him nuts. He’s not too upfront about it, he knows that won’t take him that far. The most you can possibly do if he comes to you with a “hey babe, I’m feeling horny” is probably suck him, or let him finger you right there on the couch for a quick release of his desires. Not that you have any issue with getting properly fucked by him, but rather that he’s somewhat of a perfectionist on this front.

If Teppei Kiyoshi is having sex with his girlfriend, he’s doing it right.

No quickies, no half-assed attempts at an orgasm. No. He does things properly – there is no point to any of it if by the end you are not shaking and crying, thanking him for the cum he keeps stuffing in your pussy. That’s why his approach is meticulous, almost strategic with the way he talks to you first, genuinely happy to hear you talk about whenever. And then he sits by your side, arms pulling you to cocoon up in the comfort of his hold. It’s all soft and sweet, like him. Little after, he follows up with soft, almost innocent, kisses on your face. All you can do is smile like an idiot in love – which you are. With each contact of his lips on your skin, you can feel your heart race.

Before you know it, he’s got you thrown over his shoulder as if you’re made of chiffon, deep chuckle accompanying his steps to your room. He drops you on the mattress, making you giggle like a schoolgirl. You’d be embarrassed to act that way if you were with anyone else, but something with the way Teppei looks at you makes you feel disinhibited of all your shames.

Drunk on his kisses, on the taste of him as you make out languidly. The way he pushes his tongue against yours in a desperate attempt to get more of you, as if it’s even possible. And you pull him closer, closer, closer. It’s somewhat messy but it makes sense to you.

“Teppei, need you...” your desperate whispers are followed by the tugs on his shirt, urging him to let you feel his skin against yours.

He indulges in your demands, letting your hands roam the plain of his broad chest, taking him in. He’s so big, he could actually break you, you think. Yet, he’s always treated you with such reverence that it’s almost a funny contrast with his imposing figure. A force that would wreck you if you plead for him to, only so he can see that blissed out look on your face when he manages to make you feel heavenly.  Fuck, aren’t you a sight? Every second you spend touching him with burning desire drives him closer to pure insanity. Thoughts clouded by the idea of having you full of him – the whole process of watching you beg for more of his cum, as if it were a blessing to take it.

Maybe it is, Teppei ponders. His blood rushes straight to his dick at the simple thought of getting you pregnant. All full and round for him, bearing his offspring in the temple that is your body. Yeah, you’d be such a great mother, and he’d be such a loving father to your kids. He wants plenty of them, the essence of both of you carried out in what he already imagines to be the greatest children in the world. And he’ll make you his wife, too. Nothing makes him happier and harder than the thought of spending eternity loving you. Ah... if only he could do that, filling your sweet hole with his seed continuously, loving you more as you take it with much enthusiasm.

His fantasy ridden brain controls each of his moves, the hands that grip your waist to pull you closer to him, before trailing down to your cunt. Lips peppering your thighs with kisses and nips – he could stay there forever, between your legs. So close to your pussy, your pussy that engulfs his fingers with appetite.

“Ngh! Teppei, fuck...”

“I know baby” he coos, thumb finding your aching clitoris to tease, “I love it so much when you soak my fingers like that.”

You whimper, the way he pushes his long digits in your gummy walls setting your body on fire. He can’t help the smile on his lips when you force him to get closer, just so you can drown your sweet noises in kisses. He swallows each moan that rolls off your tongue, his thumb rolling your clit like it was a toy for him to enjoy. Each stroke making your hips buck forward to meet his big hand. You look at the way it covers your entire pussy, a warm hold on it as he lets his expert fingers make you squirm.

“Gonna come on my fingers, aren’t ya?” he chuckles, “go ahead, make a mess.”

“Yeah... shit!”

You hiss, seeing stars for a few seconds as you release around his digits, hips moving frantically as he keeps circling your aching bud, solely for the pleasure of hearing the cute mewls that leave your pretty lips.

“So pretty when you come, honey” he hums, covering your skin with kisses as his mouth trails up your torso.

You can barely utter any words – he’s done barely anything that he already has you speechless. He smiles, a lingering stare on your fucked out expression, from where his head rest on your chest. You let out a soft laugh; nothing is particularly funny, you just happen to be incredibly happy at this very moment. Something with the feeling of his brown locks around your fingers as he kisses your chest, then suckle on your nipples – one after the other, Teppei doesn’t play favourites – just to draw out your honeyed sighs.

He can’t stop thinking about it. The idea of one day seeing your breasts full and tender as he’ll be in this exact same predicament, except that he’ll also be blessed by the delicious taste of your milk on his tongue, added to the salt of your skin. How can he not pop a boner when he’s a prey to such thoughts? And not a single sign on your face that you’ll ever say no to his intentions.

That’s a certitude.

“Maybe I shouldn’t wear a condom tonight, what do you say?” he mumbles against your skin.

Truth be told, he doesn’t need an answer, he already knows it. You’ll say yes, evidently. He can hear the thumping of your heart when he brings up the idea. Of course, you’ll get soaking wet at the idea of taking him raw, everything about it is enticing.

“Yeah, wanna feel you.” You smile.

It’s all he needs to hear before he flips you over to your stomach, gently pulling your hips up to meet his pelvis. His clothed erection poking at your ass, making you impatient.

“Gonna fill you so much babe, you’re gonna be a mommy.” He says, the sweetest smile on his face. The idea makes him elated, hell, he’s already leaking pre when he finally removes his last pieces of clothing. “You want it, right?”

“Uh-huh!” you’re too eager, it’s almost funny.

Your butt pushing against him just to feel his thick member against you. He laughs, watching you with awe. It’s truly heartwarming, how much you adore his dick. He rests at your entrance, nicely nestled between your folds. So pretty. Your arousal from your previous orgasm and his pre-cum mixing on his tip like colours mix on the brush of a painter. And he might be an artist tonight, one who can't wait to paint your walls white.

“Gonna give you what you want, then.” He slowly sinks in, watching the way your back arches as a reaction. He leans forward so his words can fall directly in your ear. “I love you, you know that?”

What a malicious bastard, you think as the words travel to your brain. He knows damn well that nothing makes your pussy clench as much as words of love from him. He can feel it perfectly, your tightness around his thick cock, as he pushes deeper. Pleasure written all over his face, he lets his groans echo around, creating a symphony with the creaks of the bed and the slap of his pelvis against your ass.

“So fucking hot...”

He can’t help but grip your hips tightly, mesmerized by the way you welcome his thrusts with so much enthusiasm, whines blessing his ears as you grip the sheets.

“Teppei, love when you fuck me!”

“Yeah?” he chuckles, pulling your head back to kiss your cheek lovingly. “You’re so sweet.”

Glossy eyes look at him, a filter of desire covering your irises as you struggle to hold up. He fucks you so good, it’s insane. Feeling him inside of you with nothing in between, the direct contact of his dick with the honeyed walls of your cunt, letting you take in the sensation of every vein, and the squish of his tip, so close to your cervix that it makes you wince.

You can’t even put words on how you feel, brain clouded by his moves. He knows you so well that he’s got the pace and depth mastered in the way that would make you squirm in a few minutes, feeling your body plead for a form a release – anything, really. It’s almost embarrassing, how fast you’ve come to that state. You would like to pin it on your endless love for him – after all, isn’t love the greatest aphrodisiac? But it’s clearly not it. It’s the full knowledge that he’s only fucking you this good with the intent of getting you pregnant. It may be twisted to some extent to come just for that reason, but the idea of being fucked so good that you end up bearing his child is certainly what brings you to your orgasm this time.

The brunette stills for a moment, surprised to say the least. He’s not used to you getting there just that easily – if anything, he’s just getting started. But here you are, drooling on the pillow below your face, too sensitive to take more, yet unable of drawing away from him. And when he reprises his movements, all you can do is jolt, back round as you instinctively pull away.

“Come on pretty, I’m not over yet” he coos, pulling your hips back to him, before digging deep inside you again. “Just a bit more, you wanna take my cum, don’t you?”

“Yeah...”

He laughs softly, pressing his chest to your bare back as he pushes the hair away from your face, just to see that god-sent look on your face. Your quivering lips that mewl out his name in need, and the light that dances in your eyes, speaking your deepest thoughts loud enough for him to understand how much you crave him. He lets his fingers linger on your bottom lip, swiping the drool away. You hum, kissing the pad of his digits, before taking them in your mouth.

“Shit.”

Teppei’s cock twitches at the sight. It is such a blessing falling upon him, your tongue swerving around his fingers languidly, the faint taste of your pussy on them as you melt in the soft, slow back-and-forth of his dick inside of you. It’s hypnotizing, something he cannot take his eyes away from, until you spit out his digits with a breath. He grits his teeth, holding your face to look at you as he picks up the rhythm. You gasp, barely able to maintain eye contact – but it doesn’t matter, because you can still feel his brown eyes taking in every inch of your face.

His arm wraps around your waist, keeping your limp, exhausted body from giving up. Just a bit more, he needs it so much... just a bit more of you.

But you’re oversensitive and he’s doing you so good that you can’t even think about trying to delay your high even more. No, the only thing in your mind is him. Teppei Kiyoshi, and the eventuality of being completely full of his semen.

“Fuck... Teppei!” is all you can properly voice out between your wanton moans and desperate gasps.

“Ah!”

He’s breathless, your cunt milking him of every single drop of his liquid that he can gift you. The incessant contractions of your walls as you navigate through your orgasm making him shake slightly, holding you tighter – if that’s even possible – as he keeps his cock deep inside you.

“That’s good, take it.” He mutters against the skin of your shoulder.

But he can’t get enough. Words fail to transcribe the way he feels, it’s a sort of heaven he can’t even believe he has the privilege to access. And it’s you, it’s feeling himself spill in you, that is the high he wishes to chase forever. Getting you to carry his children, as many as you can take with that same elated smile on your precious face.

“One more, babe, is that alright? You’ll make such a pretty mum.”

[wingroad]

Fic year end review

again, long, boring fic talk. 

Chronological breakdown:

January

Priorities 01/14

February

Noticed 02/12

Change of plans 02/13

Culture Difference 02/15

Chocolate Kiss 02/17

Don't tell anyone 02/22

March

Chance meeting 03/01

Your own medicine 03/15

Limitations 03/19

Champions 03/28

April

Nine months and counting 04/05

Status Quo 04/10

Privilege 04/14

A New Beginning 04/17

Interval 04/20

Into the wild 04/22

May

For a pretty girl 05/05

Voyage 05/05

Before your eyes 05/06

Up in the air 05/09

We need to talk about Satsuki 05/19

Waverider 05/21

The difference 05/22

Inspection 05/23

Experiment 05/27

June

Courage test 06/25

July

visit 07/29

August

Dissonance 08/02

the present  08/02

Lost (and (not) found)  04/14

check mate  08/17

The Most Beautiful Man In The World: The cute guy three doors down.  08/19

The Most Beautiful Man In The World: Mixed Signals  08/26

Heavenly  08/26

I got you.  08/31

September

The Most Beautiful Man In The World:  The dog incident 09/02

Chores 09/05

The Most Beautiful Man In The World: Reconciliation 09/08

The Most Beautiful Man In The World: tree months later 09/11

October

KINKTOBER:

Chapter 1 10/03

Chapter 2 10/05

Chapter 3 10/07

Special Day 10/11

KINKTOBER CONT:

Chapter 4 10/14

Chapter 5 10/18

Chapter 6 10/21

Chapter 7 10/25

Chapter 8 10/28

Chapter 9 10/29

Chapter 10 10/30

November

Focusing 11/10

Detour 11/27

December

Romance  12/10

Ritual 12/13

Favor 12/13

Exchange 12/13

(I’m counting all three since I finished them still in December and send them out before Christmas)

Frosty bites 12/15

Emotional Support  12/21

Overall Thoughts:

most productive months: May, August, October,

least productive months: January, June, July, November

full fics: 20 (im counting every kinktober fic separately)

drabbles/ficlets: 32

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

I need to start keeping track of word counts lmao. It feels like I wrote less, because I wrote more in some months and less in others, but I also wrote (and finished!) my first multichaptered fic and did kinktober so I think it’s…a bit more? Dunno.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

So…much…smut *shakes*

As for ships I wrote kagakuro again with a (slightly bigger) dash of aomomo and a sprinkle of kikasa with one mayuaka on top. So the usual.

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

From full/longer fics: Beautiful man, definitely, I had so much fun writing it.

From short drabbles: Emotional support I think. It turned EXACTLY how I wanted it, so that’s rare.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I wrote porn for a whole month, what do you think?

Never mind that it was all tame and vanilla and extremely boring and no one read it XD

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

I wanna do comic scripts this year! I have a bunch of ideas in my notes already. Also two bigger birthday projects which I should start on right now I guess lmao. MORE AOMOMO (multichip fic in the works orz) . Learn kikasa finally gdmnt. A special thingy for a special knb project 😉 I think that’s enough for now lol.

From my past year of writing, what was…

My best story of this year: and once again I have no idea lol.

My most popular story of this year:

Culture differences has the most hits on ao3.

Most Beautiful Man the most kudos and comments and I have 16 subs :O

According to tumblr:

Focusing – 41 notes

The present – 43 notes

Your own medicine – 40 notes

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: dunno but I think I tried hard on kinktober and the response was kinda lukewarm XD Also I really liked that kikasa Christmas drabble but I just posted it recently that’s why the response is delayed.

Most fun story to write: BEAUTIFUL MAN.

Story with the single sexiest moment:  I liked writing the sex scenes for this fic and this general premise but it seemed no one even read it xD

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: that one kinktober fic…

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: I don’t think there was one.

Hardest story to write: that one kinktober fic xD but also beautiful man, even tho it was fun. And that aomomo pregnancy fic.

Biggest disappointment: kinktober xD I’m sorry I’m terrible lmao

Biggest surprise: people not seeing the end of beautiful man even tho it was like…the most predictable thing ever lmao.

Most unintentionally telling story: dunno

Highlights + Wrap-up:

Favourite Opening Lines (3):

1.       Kagami’s eyes are hurting from how hard he is rolling them.

2.       Satsuki woke up to two birds screeching outside the bedroom window.

She groaned and buried her face in the pillow and tried blocking out the obnoxious sound but that didn’t work.

“Shut the damn window.” She mumbled and when she didn’t hear a familiar groan, she finally opened her eyes and raised her head.

3.       For what it’s worth, Chihiro thought he did a good job with not freaking out when the huge door of the Akashi mansion opened and a butler assaulted him as soon as he stepped inside.

Favourite Closing Lines (4):

1.       “Why are you- Dai-chan?”

“What?” Aomine snapped wetly and sniffed again. Big, fat tears rolled down his face.

Satsuki panicked for a moment, her eyes bulging, because she hadn’t seen Aomine cry like that in years.

Small hands reached out of the bundle in his direction. Aomine looked down and frowned.

“What? Are you making fun of your dad?”

Satsuki couldn’t help it and she burst out laughing.

“Shut up.” Aomine grumbled and Satsuki chuckled.

2.       “Okay?” He asked unsurely, not knowing who he wanted to comfort anymore.

Kuroko shifted again but not too far away from Kagami and let him hold him. Or was he the one being held? He didn’t know anymore.

“Okay.” Kuroko’s voice was quiet but it sounded loud in his ear and Kagami shivered again. “But only for a while.”

Kagami nodded against Kuroko neck and heard him hum softly into his hair.

It was a little longer than just a while.

And when they untangled, the movie was long forgotten.

3.       She looked at the necklace tucked against Aomine’s cheek which would no doubt produce an imprint of her name on his cheek in the morning.

She touched the chain of her own half and sighed.

Well, this has gotten considerably more complicated now

4.       “You have ten more minutes.” He said while pulling gently on a strand of Kise’s silky locks. “And then I’m kicking you awake.”

Kise made a sleepy noise.

Yukio sighed again.

“No, I am not carrying you to bed.”

Kise frowned and Kasamatsu snorted into his cocoa.

“Nice try.”

Favorite 5 Line(s) from Anywhere:

1.       But still when Kagami moved forward and slid his hand to Kuroko’s hip he couldn’t help but giggle against his mouth.

Kagami moved away and he looked annoyed.

“Stop. Imagining. It.” He gritted out and Kuroko hiccupped from laughter.

“It’s stronger than me!”

2.       “Okay, ladies.” Aomine said and stood up suddenly between them.  “You can continue this girl talk after practice, and after I kick your ass again.” He said pointed a finger at Kise.

“Huh? I thought you said you didn’t want to anymore after yesterday, because it was boring.”

“Well, I changed my mind.”

3.       “Don’t tell me you made yourself sad while talking about middle school.” He tentatively tried with a joke that would distract him.

Kuroko laughed suddenly, voice a choked a bit and a few fresh tears rolled down his face.

“A little.” He said with a heavy sigh. “It’s been…a very long day.” He said and smiled at Kagami. Taiga thought the smile was supposed to be reassuring, but it looked more forced than anything.

“But it also made me feel really happy.”

4.       This was the moment Kuroko chose to put his own hand on Kagami’s face and he realized how warm it was.

“You’re blushing.” Kuroko said and the dimple near his mouth depended.

Kagami wanted to be annoyed, but he wasn’t able to say anything coherent for a moment.

“Go to sleep.” He sighed finally and leaned forward to kiss the top of Kuroko’s head.

Kuroko shifted when he was pulling away and planted a sudden kiss to his mouth, letting Kagami have a full taste of his smile.

[lamnwar]

Locker room Shenanigans // Kagami Taiga x Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!!

A/N: someone said "anything with kagami" and I love them for that bc that dude is so fiiiine I couldn't do a kinktober without writing about him yk 😫 it's 3.2k words bc I'm horny. Context: what can you, as a basketball team manager, do to cheer up your ace after a defeat? Warnings: Semi-public sex (in the locker room, people can hear them), riding, nipple play, unprotected sex, pussy eater kagami!, slight size kink (I couldn't help myself 😔✋🏽)

“Shit.”

Taiga’s harsh word is shortly followed by a loud clank! that echoes around the empty locker room. You sigh, still hesitating to get inside to look after your player.

He’s never really known loss since his high school days, ever growing to be one of the top players in Japan – if not the best player, which never fails to amaze people considering how extraordinary he already was as a teenager. Talent like that, and that you can say so with confidence from your years of career as team manager, is something incredible yet fragile. Of course, as a sportsman, he knows that you cannot always win. It doesn’t matter how insanely good you are, the game sometimes is nothing more than a product of luck. A mystery force driving the ball from one side to the other of the court, only to lead one team to the top, while the other falls from grace.

It does hurt to see the gut-wrenching look of defeat on the face of your players – you spend so much time with them that their feelings become yours, as if you are bonded by fate. But what really gets you, is seeing Taiga Kagami lose. The frustration written all over his face as he considers any mistake his; because after all, he’s the ace, the one that should carry the team to the top. But sometimes, it’s just not enough.

“Hey” your voice resonates in the empty lockers, forcing the tall man to throw a quick glance at you.

He’s silently slumped against the metallic doors, fingers fidgeting with the ring around his neck. It’s been at least fifteen minutes since the rest of the team has already left the gymnasium. Out of consideration for the red-haired player, you figured he might need some time alone. You’ve stayed behind, not willing to admit that you’re worried about him. Well, in all cases, what can you do? For all you know, he sees you as nothing more than his manager. Yet, you still sit next to him, your hand resting on the one that slumps on his knee. You give it a small squeeze, looking to be supportive.

“You know, I’m not even mad that we lost. I’m just... frustrated.”

You hum in agreement – it’s a fairly normal response to have after being through that kind of loss. The kind that feels like they could have been avoided, yet you can’t really pinpoint the moment things went to shit.

“While I agree that you should vent out that frustration, let’s not break the gym’s locker, yeah?” you chuckle softly.

“Sorry about that, I wasn’t thinkin – ”

“It’s fine, but if you’ll allow me, let me help you out here.”

He sighs, a slight scowl that you’d find cute overwise on his face. But this time, it is a clear expression of his thoughts, and you suddenly feel stupid for even thinking that there’s anything you can do to actually help him.

“I’m listening.”

He’s got nothing to lose, he thinks. He doesn’t expect you to change his mind, but at the very least do something – anything, really – just to make him forget about that daunting feeling for defeat, even if it’s just for a second. You’re taken by surprise, not expecting him to be willing to take any help, let alone from you. He must be truly in a bad state for him to agree to this, you ponder. The hand you had on his leaves as you scratch your cheek, in search for something to say.

“Ah... maybe you should vent it out? Like, in a better way.”

God, you’re a fucking disaster at giving advice.

“So, no punching around? Got it” he lets out, words laced in sarcasm.

You can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your lips – that’s just how lame your advice sounds. Well, you’re not wrong either. Whatever way he feels, wrecking the locker room can’t be the right way to cope.

“You know” you speak without much restraint on your thoughts, “I shouldn’t say that because I’m your manager, but getting shitfaced might help.”

He scoffs – ah, first time that you hear him laugh so far! A small fire warms your inside at the sound. You may not have realised so far, but nothing breaks your heart quite like seeing your players in despair, especially Taiga. What truly gets you is seeing a guy who is always so fired up and loud suddenly... quiet. Just a limp body full of brooding. So that scoff, however small it is, is enough to remind you how much he counts.

“Don’t we have a special training tomorrow?” he rests his head back against the lockers, a hint of a pout on his face.

“Then what do we have left? Alcohol’s out of the way, intense physical activity too...” you click your tongue. “And I really don’t see you do some meditation to feel better.”

“Yeah that breathing your feelings out bullshit is... well, bullshit.”

You laugh softly – that is such a Taiga thing to say. And to be fair, you might share his point of view on the topic. It might help letting out the breath you’ve been holding for too long, but any sort of meditation may, in this current situation, be just as efficient as putting a band-aid on a broken bone. You sigh, eyes falling on the furrow between his eyebrows. You lead your thumb to the crease, pulling the skin up. It’s a fairly childish move, one that makes him let out a semi-annoyed “ah!”.

“What do you do when you get frustrated?” he asks, swatting your finger away.

“Hm... I don’t often get frustrated like that. And if I do, it’s not in the same context.”

“I get that, we do not exactly have the same job here.” He hums, supporting his head in the palm of his hand. “Then what gets you frustrated?”

You stay silent for a minute, thinking. You do have a few things that gets you annoyed, leaving you feeling powerless because it’s out of your control, or just not that easily to solve. The small little things like slow walkers on busy streets, or when you try to teach basic decency to the shittiest guys. But really, nothing that comes as close as how Taiga must be feeling right now. And of course, there is the one thing that frustrates you the most, but that you probably shouldn’t bring up: your months-long period of celibacy.

You’re not proud to say that you haven’t had sex in so long that it sometimes eats at you in ways you wish it wouldn’t. And the worst is that you can’t really do anything about it. It’s not like you to have one-night stands with strangers, and for as much as you try to convince yourself that your fingers are enough, they’re clearly not. It doesn’t help either that you work with basketball players – tall, fine, muscular men who gets you going when seeing them show off their athleticism on the court. Although, to be fair, basketball players aren’t generally your type; but they’ve come to become, in your state of depravity.

But, of course, that’s not something you could say to Taiga Kagami. Especially not when he’s your player that turns you on the most. And yet...

“I get damn frustrated from not getting any” you blurt out.

You can’t tell what motivated you to say it out loud. Maybe because you wish that the embarrassment that comes with it will overshadow Taiga’s feeling of defeat? Because it sure is some kind of entertainment to make fun of your touch-starved self.

“Real” he responds.

You look at him briefly, surprised that he hasn’t laughed at you. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he did. Being a loser that cannot get fucked is not something that you are proud of, but if making fun of you is all it takes to put a smile on the ace’s face, you don’t mind (that much).

“What, like you don’t pull” you chuckle, incredulous, “don’t give me that.”

“It’s not that, it’s just that I don’t feel like having sex with just anybody” he shrugs, a ponderous filter in his eyes, “so I just kinda... wait for the right person to come. But damn, it’s atrocious.”

You laugh, and soon after, so does he. The sound travels straight to your heart, pulling on it with such might that you fear that he might tell already that you like him.

“Fuck, what am I talking about with my player?! Isn’t that a sexual harassment case in the making?”

The tall man chuckles, leg bumping with yours. You can’t say that you’ve cheered him up, but at the very least, he’s no longer sulking. You stop for a moment to observe the fatigue on his face, all this inner turmoil manifesting himself in his chapped lips, and the clench of his jaw, and the way you can tell that he’s been trying hard not to cry or look weak in any way.

“You might be onto something, though. Maybe a good fuck is what I need.”

“I cannot agree or deny.” You huff, a slight blush on your face. “Hope you find what you need for that.”

He hums, then lets out a long sigh. The gym is awfully silent, now that most players and most of the public is gone. You can hear the administrative staff outside the lockers, but there is some sense of peace right where you are, next to Taiga.

“Wanna go for a drink?” he suddenly ask, getting you to respond with a confused expression.

“What? Didn’t we agree that alcohol is out of the way? Not to mention that it’ll ruin your recup –”

“No, dummy” he punctuates his words with a small hit on your head, “I’m hitting on you.”

“Wh- where does that come from?!”

“You need to fuck, so do I. And I like you so I’m trying to be proactive... or something like that.”

You blink, not quite sure how to react to such an overflow of information. What should your brain start to analyse first, anyway? Should you focus on the reflection that led him to say something like that, figure out what kind of process is behind this conclusion? Or should you take in the new fact that he likes you? So much for you to take, and you don’t even realise when your finger went up to hook in the ring around his neck, or when you pulled him closer, and you can’t even tell what pushed you to kiss him.

Taiga is stunned, to say the least; but it seems that his reflexes aren’t only quick on the court, because his astonishment is only short-lived. By the time you register what’s going on, he’s got his hands on your cheek, holding you firmly, yet in a tender touch, as you taste his lips against him. The kiss is unusual, confusing. Wanted, yet not. His lips are soft, but his touch isn’t. You keep wanting more but you know you shouldn’t. It’s just too hard to stop, though, and the way your player grabs you makes you understand that you’ve started something that you can’t run away from. You pull away, panting, dazed by the feel of his touch on you. He looks like a dream, out of your reach despite his hands on your hips that hoist you up on his lap.

“Taiga...” you sigh, not sure of what you are pleading for.

“If you wanna stop, just tell me.”

You stay silent, watching his fingers pull on your top. It doesn’t even cross your mind to stop him. What is it, really? Is the frustration you’ve been feeling all this time from not getting fucked in so long? Or is it the attraction you’ve always felt for him, for once being expressed?

“Should we... they’re people outside. The door isn’t even locked!”

“I can keep quiet, can you?”

You stare at him, his challenging tone flipping a switching in your brain. You help him get you rid of your top, leaning in to give him a full-mouth, hearty, kiss.

“Bet. You gotta do a good job at keeping me quiet, too, though.”

He hums, soft lips trailing kisses down your neck to your collarbones, a certain urgency in the way it navigates on your skin on its way to your chest. You swallow your breath, feeling the warmth of his mouth on the sensitive skin of your breasts – your bra being a ridicule barrier between what you both want and the reality. He doesn’t bother removing your underwear, rather pushing the cups out of the way. You mumble a few swear words when he attaches his mouth to your nipples, his tongue and lips working languidly, almost as if he’s hiding malicious intents under his ministrations.

“Fuck, Taiga!” you grit your teeth, fingers intertwined in his hair as to pull him closer to your skin.

“Always wanted to do that,” he chuckles, letting go of your nipple in a wet pop! “every time I see you in your tight shirts, making me wonder if I’ll ever get to taste you.”

You laugh, flicking his forehead playfully. “Ah, so there’s some stuff other than basketball in that big head.”

He nods, lifting you up to sit on the bench. You let out a gasp, not expecting him to manoeuvrer your body with such ease. But at the same time, he is arguably one of the physically strongest players of the league – should you really be that surprised?

“Pants off, Manager. Gotta prep you nice if you’re gonna take me.”

“Cocky, aren’t you?”

He lifts an eyebrow, settling between your thighs.

“Huh? I’m not joking, that shit can tear you. It’s no use if I hurt you.”

You look at him, processing that piece of information. For the amount of time you spend in the lockers surrounded by half-naked men, you’ve learned not to look down there, out of decency. The last thing a team manager should be doing is staring at her players’ packages. But for some reason, you resign at not pushing your luck with Taiga. All things considered, he most likely has a massive cock.

You urgently let your pants and underwear slide down your thighs, pooling at your ankle as your dripping cunt presents itself to the player’s dark eyes. He swears, spreading your thighs enough for him to admire your needy hole – clenching desperately, and yet, he hasn’t done a thing.

“Well, might actually not need that much prepping” he ponders, letting his rough digits roam between your lips, spreading them open as your arousal coat his fingers. “You’re a bit greedy, aren’t you? Barely touched you.”

“Shut up, it’s been a while!”

“I know that much.”

His soft laughs reverb against the skin of your thighs, kisses and nips decorating them as he gets closer to your vulva. Oddly, the sight warms your heart – there is a certain beauty in seeing a man that was previously defeated now sporting an elated smile, and all that, thanks to your pussy.

An impatient, yet mind-boggling lick at your cunt, Taiga hums at the taste of your honey on his tongue. You let out a loud whimper, quickly covering your mouth when you consider the voices coming from the hall outside. It’s so hard to keep quiet when you have Taiga Kagami between your legs. His tongue is strong and agile, quite like him on the court, reaching the right places to make you squirm, almost sliding off the metal bench if it isn’t for his solid hold on your thighs. He’s a man starving, quenching his appetite in your oasis, taken by desperation, a greedy need to vent out all his troubles in your pussy.

“Fuck that, I wanna fuck you.” He groans, licking his lips.

“Not gonna make me come?”

He shakes his head, standing up to pull his sweats down, boxers stained by the bit of pre-cum he’s already leaking just from enjoying your body so far. You fuss, the loss of his tongue on your aching clit feels like a betrayal of the worst sort. The red-head lets out an amused huff – it’s somewhat cute, seeing his oh-so-serious manager losing her shit from how much she needs to get fucked. An amused smirk on his lips, he tugs your pouting ass on his lap; you gasp, the feeling of his bulge against your pussy making you realise that this is really happening.

“Wanna ride me instead?” he hums, manoeuvring with one hand to extirpate his cock from its confines. “See if I was really being cocky early, hm?”

You feel like a slut for being that eager, shamelessly grinding against him, not even hiding your impatience to feel him in. Hell, you don’t even care about how uncomfortable the metal feel under your knees as you straddle his lap – no, it’s all pointless compared to the god-sent feeling of his bulbous tip at your entrance, prying the doors open to make you curse like a sailor. You sink down on his dick, fingers gripping his shoulders with all your might. Have you been depraved for that long? Or does it feel heavenly to bounce on his cock because it might just be the best one you’ve ever had?

Your half-lidded eyes fall on his figure – he’s not even fully undressed, clothes dishevelled while his naked manager ride him like the most experienced whore. Curious ears catch winds of your moans, moans that Taiga tries as much as he can to swallow with his sloppy kisses, but he can’t even help himself. The grunts that leave his throat; feeling your walls clenching around his cock, forcing him to hold you by the waist to guide your movements to match his desperation.

“Holy fuck, you take me so well” he groans – no, it’s more of a raspy whine.

“Dick... so good!” you babble, in deep struggle to be coherent.

You may try as hard as you can to use your words to clarify the chaos in your mind, but you are no poet. Just the nicest manager on Earth, most certainly, letting her player deal with her frustration by pounding into her like a man depraved. Sex written all over your faces, you don’t bother to keep quiet anymore. The more he goes, the harder it gets. You roll your hips frantically, the knot in your stomach that you’ve missed for so long menacing to unravel.

“Ah! Shit sorry, I don’t think I can’t pull out of that pussy...” he pants, trying his best to delay his orgasm just so he doesn’t come too fast.

“Don’t!”

Your hurried answer makes him chuckle – he could never expect that from someone he thinks of as the personification of responsibility. But there’s no point in asking question or getting confused. He’s got one thing in mind, and that’s the fuck all of the frustration out of both your systems. Mind too busy with your body to think about his loss, about the daunting feeling of failure. Who fucking cares, when he has you?

“Shit!”

You mewl, clenching tight around him as you’re hit by the waves of your orgasm, triggering Taiga’s. He spills heavily, thick thighs trembling under you as he sloppily thrust all his cum in your voracious hole. He pants, head falling on your shoulder in solace.

No but seriously, can Taiga Kagami truly know defeat, when he’s never once failed at making a pretty girl come?

[lamnwar]

Cure to fatigue // Midorima Shintarō x Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!!

A/N: a short one but the tenderness of the thing makes me all aaaaaah `(*>﹏<*)′

Context: Nothing makes Shintarō happier than coming back to his pretty one.

Warnings: Sleepy sex, slight groping, cockwarming, Midorima is tired but fully conscious, reader is implied dominant, making Midorima whimper!! 🤭

Ever since Shintarō Midorima met you, coming home is the one thing he’s looking for. The warmth of his bed with you in it, a disconnect from reality when he meets you in the sheets – how can he not await that time of the day?

You’re conditioned to spot the sound of the key turning in the lock at the late hours of the night. Even in the deepest slumber – which you can’t really get into without him around – you will wake up naturally. Something about seeing his tired frame walk into the room, a lazy kiss on your forehead as he mumbles about his day; and your heart will fill of warmth knowing that you are in love with such a hard worker. Faint whiff of expensive perfume trailing behind him while he walks to the bathroom, where a warm bath awaits for him. It’s a sort of comfort, knowing that he’ll always come back home to you. You might wait a bit too long for him some days, but it’s all pointless because he always find you, naturally, instinctively.

“How have you been?” he coos when he walks out looking all fresh, safe for the bags under his eyes.

Shintarō has always looked so vulnerable without his glasses – long eyelashes giving him the look of an innocent creature, so far from the composed man who tries so hard to keep his head on his shoulders.

“The usual” you chuckle, he doesn’t need more to know about you. “Always happier when you’re home.”

“Don’t grow so dependent on me, you’re much more capable of blooming without me.”

You laugh softly, finding your way to his lap as he looks at you, slightly confused. From what he’s just said, he ‘s rather expecting you to slap him across the chest and tell him that he has no right to talk about himself that way. But here you are, leaning forward as your fingers thread the skin of his face delicately.

“Don’t be silly.”

He hums, nuzzling against your touch. You’re so soft to him, that he can fall asleep right there in the palm of your hand. You watch as his heavy eyelids flutter, lazy kisses on your hands as even his lips seem to be too tired. You can’t help the pang in your chest when you watch the exhaustion on his face – that’s your love, overworked and drained, but he never says no to giving you affection at the late hours of the night. He doesn’t push you away when you give him a soft kiss on the lips; no, he wouldn’t dream of doing something so foolish, not when your love is the one thing that gives him energy.

Throughout the years of being with you, Shintarō has learned many new things about him. The fact that he can blush quite easily, for one, and that he sometimes likes to be the small spoon despite being the biggest of you two. He likes home dates – candlelit dinners that you’ve cooked together, and the pleasure of seeing you smile under the dim light. He’s also learned how happy it makes him when you do his nails for him, kissing his manicured fingers in between because he's just that perfect.

And more importantly, Shintarō has learned that nothing brings him to life quite like your touch.

The feel of your tongue against his in a lazy make-out, your fingers scraping tenderly his nape, the scent of your skin so close to his. Your hips and their slow grinds on his lap, the heat of your cunt against his growing bulge and the sweet sighs and whimpers that you sing in his ear. He can sense the blood flowing in his body, so responsive to you like he’s wired to. It doesn’t matter how tired his brain is, when it comes to you, he’s got the most clarity ever.

Pale hands trace their way under your shirt as you leave kisses on his neck, finding the softness of your breasts. He grabs and fondles tiredly, but there is a hit of tenderness in the gesture that has you roll your hips a little harder. He hisses – his cock tends to be more sensitive when he is exhausted. You giggle at the reaction, trailing your kisses up to his ear for your honeyed voice to whisper:

“I know you’re tired sweetheart, want me to cockwarm you?”

Your sensual words are punctuated by pecks on his burning skin, the man who’s ever known for his composure letting out the neediest groan. It’s almost cute, really.

“I know you might not have the energy for more, it’s ok” you coo while your hands free him from the confines of his clothes. “I’ll make you feel good.”

And a woman of her words, you are. His green irises lay on you when you move of his lap to remove your shorts and panties, your fingers going to get a feel of your cunt. Oh, here it is, dropping honey all for your man. You don’t worry much – Shintarō is fairly large, but you’ve taken him so often that he might as well have shaped your pussy to only be able to take him with such ease. You go back to his lap, straddling his hips as you tease his tip between your folds. He sighs, melting in the pillows under him. You whisper sweet words in his ear, making him feel like a dream.

“You’re so pretty, Shin”, “that’s my man, I’m gonna keep you all warm”…

“Here you go… fuck! I love your cock so much, Shintarō.”

He whimpers softly when you sink down on his dick, tight and warm walls welcoming him in a loving embrace. He’s on a cloud, floating away to meet you in a world where nothing else exists but you.

You still, his cock buried deep inside of you, and rest on his chest while his arms wrapped around you automatically. The tenderness of the gesture makes your walls clench, as nothing turns you on as much as the love he gives you. You smile fondly at the sight of his rested face – his half-lidded eyes that look down at you, struggling not to close since he feels his that good. And then there’re his lips, just slightly parted to let out soft sighs that fan across your skin. You hum, feeling his hand run through your hair. It’s so hard not fuck him right here and now, not when he makes you feel that heavenly. In a daze, his hands trail down to your hips, the hard grip on them making his intentions clear to you.

“Want me to make love to you, hm? Make you feel even better?” you whisper sweetly before straightening up.

He looks at your figure straddling him, and his cock nestled in the divine hold of your cunt. His voice is a mere huff, breathy and desperate.

“Yes, please.”

It’s all you need to hear before moving your hips. The rhythm is slow and delicate at first, giving all the time to experience everything. He can’t help the tingling in his stomach, running down to his cock, nor can he help the goosebumps on his skin.

Aren’t you the best thing ever?

And then you pick up the pace, progressively, your hips moving with more expertise to draw these sounds you love so much out of his lips. His groans mix with your moans, a lullaby for the lovers, echoing in the cocoon that is your bedroom. Bedsheets gliding off the mattress as you ride him, his eyelashes fluttering to catch more of you the spectacle of you making love to him so nicely.

“Hm, fuck! You’ll make me come, princess…”

His hands travel to your ass, grabbing the cheeks in his attempt of self-restraint, delaying as much as he can the moment he’ll burst. He knows better than coming just like that, because there’s no better orgasm than the one you grant him from the generosity of your heart.

You pant, leaning forward to languidly kiss him before you finally give him the greenlight. “Go ahead, come f’me.”

Just the sound of this can make him spill his seed in his womb, but he manages to pull out just in time. You watch his twitching cock rest between your lips, and you grind against it, the friction with your erected clitoris is enough to make you cry his name.

“Shintarō…” you mewl, your orgasm getting to you, milliseconds before his.

He whimpers, aching cock finally letting out ropes of cum all over your folds and inner thighs. You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his face with all the love you have for him. The tired smile on his face is enough to make your heart bloom in happiness, knowing that no one can make him feel that kind of bliss but you.

Yeah, to Shintarō Midorima, nothing beats coming home to you at night.