Kise Ryota one shot - Dancing in Sunshine

                Michelle groaned as her head hit her desk. All of her classmates were filing out of the room to grab their coats and head home, and usually that’s what she’d be doing too. But today, today she’d got her test back, and it was…. Well it wasn’t good. She stayed there until the halls were quiet, and only then did she move. She felt sluggish, her feet heavy as they dragged along the ground. She fumbled with her lock, messing up the combination three times before finally getting it right.

                Her books fell onto the ground from her locker, and she yelped as one landed on her foot. Ugh, today was not her day. She put everything away slowly, lest her bag zipper break or her binder fall open or anything. So it was a while later that she was actually leaving the school, and naturally, her awful day wasn’t over. The previously clear, sunny day had clouded over, rain was pattering down, and thunder rumbled in the distance.

                And did she have an umbrella? Or rain boots? Of course not. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, careful not to drop it (because today, that seemed to be very likely), and flipped it open to check the time.

                A missed message?

                Heey babe, practice will probably be cut short today, apparently they’ve forecast thunderstorms! So I’ll see you then!

                She’d completely forgotten. What a great girlfriend she was that she’d forgotten to wait for him. She turned to walk towards the gym where Kise and the others would be practicing, or maybe they’d even finished by now, she’d taken that long to get everything ready to leave. She was right, the gym was quiet by the time she got there. Kise was sat on a bench, his golden hair darkened from the shower he’d obviously just taken.

                “There you are,” he said, smiling, “I thought you’d forgotten about me.” He stood, walking over to her, noticing with every step that something was wrong with his normally happy girlfriend. “Michelle?”

                “It’s fine Kise.” She said, not convincing him at all. “I’m just having a bad day.”

                He frowned, he didn’t like it when she was unhappy, especially like this. He placed his bag on the ground, and looked at her.

                “Kise, what are you doing? We have to go before the storm gets worse.” As if on cue, thunder grumbled and lightning flashed through the windows.

                He ignored her, taking the bag from her protesting shoulders and placed it next to his. He looked back at her, taking her hand and lacing her fingers with his. He slowly walked back, pulling her into the middle of the gym. She followed reluctantly. With a quick move he pulled her to him, she stumbled into his chest and looked up at him curiously. He simply smiled down at her, one of those smiles that closed his eyes and brought out the crinkles in the corners. He placed a hand on her waist and then she knew what he was up to.

                “Kise-”

                But he wasn’t about to let her protest, and he began dancing before she could finish her sentence. He led her, letting her follow him. She was having a bad day, she needed him to take control and give her the rest of her day, to give her something good to think about. And she had to admit, it was working              . She began to laugh as he spun her around, wrapping her fingers with his, and dancing with him. Her heart swelled as she saw his brightened smile that she was feeling better. Honestly, he was too good to her.

                He began to sing loudly, giving them something to dance to, and Michelle couldn’t stop herself from laughing then, singing with him. Suddenly the storm was gone, along with her stubbed tow and her bad test. None of it mattered while she was here, dancing with him.

                The song ended, and he pulled her to him again, their breathing slowing as they caught their breath. He leaned down, simply pressing his lips to hers, feeling her stand on tiptoe to kiss him back.

                “I needed that.” She said, smiling. She couldn’t help it, his grin was infectious. He was so bright, from that sun-gold hair to his very soul, he was perfect.  

                “Anytime.” He said, kissing her again.

                The lightning flashed around them, but neither of them noticed. She had her own piece of happiness, her own piece of sunshine.   

Aomine Daiki one shot - Perched on a Picnic Table

                End of the year, finally. No more exams, no more studying, no more getting up early for classes, how could life get any better?

                One of the guys in Kylie’s year was throwing an end of year party, and everyone was there, Kylie included. His backyard was lit up, food and drinks were plenty. Music was loud and blasting, people crowded the area, laughing, cheering, rejoicing in their newfound freedom. Kylie was in a circle with her friends, a drink in her hand and a smile on her lips, she was just as happy as anyone else to be there.

                “Ahhhhh Kylie!!!” Friends approached her, jumping and hugging. Emotions were running high here. Maybe it was the crowd of people, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just the warm night or the fact that they didn’t have school tomorrow. Whatever it was, Kylie wished every night could be like this.

                A fair few amount of drinks later, Kylie and her friends were giggling about something menial, until one of them held her breath and stared openly. “Look. At. That.”

                The other girls looked, and gasped. “Senior boys!”

                “What are they doing here?”

                “They’re so hot.”

                “Think we should go over?”

                “No!”

                “I’m going over.”

                Like good friends, they all went together. One girl’s love life was all girls love life, after all.  

                “Hey.” She said, eyeing one of the seniors, a tall blond. He eyed her appreciatively, for Kylie’s friends were all quite attractive in their own ways, each had their own style and a confidence that she wore like a second skin.

                She disappeared with him moments later, with nothing more than a wink and a wave to her friends. Kylie rolled her eyes, walking to refill her drink.

                “Hey there.” Kylie looked over, it was one of the seniors.

                “Hey.” She replied, filling her cup.

                “My friends told me there’d be hot babes at this party, I guess they were right.”

                Kylie winced, how awkward. “I’m in a relationship actually.”

                “Can’t be a very serious one if you’re here alone.” He moved closer, trapping Kylie against the drink table.

                “He’s running late with some friends.”

                “You sure? Sounds like an excuse to me.”

                “She said she’s not interested.” Another voice said firmly, one of Kylie’s friends come to rescue her. She gripped her hand tightly and pulled her away.

                “Thank you so much.”

                “Kylie! Why didn’t you do something! You know better than to let them get that close!”

                “It’ll ruin the party if I just start punching people!”

                Her friend grumbled something.

                “Sorry, what was that?”

                “I said,” she clarified, “that if that boyfriend of yours was here, he wouldn’t have hesitated on beating that guy to a pulp.”

                “Yes, well, I prefer to keep the party going.”

                Her friend rolled her eyes, noting that the senior was still eyeing Kylie from across the yard.

***

                “Look, for the fourth time, I’m seriously not interested.” Kylie would have been more aggravated by now, but the alcohol was making her find amusement in his pestering.

                “It’s been two hours, this imaginary boyfriend isn’t coming.”

                “I’ll let you meet him when he gets here.”

                “Come on gorgeous, let’s just get out of here.”

                She kept denying him, perched atop a picnic bench, and completely missed the group walking into the party. Her friend, who had been ‘supervising’ the situation with the senior, however, did not. She slipped away from Kylie and walked over to them.

                “Hey Aomine!” She called, her voice getting lost in the bass thudding through the ground, luckily, he saw her.

                “Hey, how’s it going?” He asked, his eyes scanning the crowd, obviously looking for someone.

                “She’s over there.” She replied, ignoring his question, “he’s been bugging her for the past two hours.”

***

                “Look, I’m not going anywhere with you, so stop asking!” But Kylie was still laughing. She wouldn’t go anywhere, but she couldn’t help find it funny that he wouldn’t give up. He was about to say something else when a tanned hand gripped his shoulder.

                “She said she’s not interested.” Aomine’s voice was tight, and his eyes flashed to Kylie letting her know he was angry that she hadn’t kicked this guy to the curb two hours ago.

                “Aomine!” She said happily.

                “You’re the boyfriend?” The senior asked sarcastically, “a bit late aren’t you?”  

                “Look, how about you get lost?”

                The senior turned, and puffed up his chest. He was obviously about to start a pissing contest with Aomine who didn’t have time for this crap. Kylie’s eyes barely had time to widen before Aomine’s arm had snapped forward, fist crunching with the guys face and knocking him to the ground.

                Aomine didn’t stop to ask questions, lunging toward Kylie who warmly accepted him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He growled, “you’ve got some things to answer for.” But he couldn’t have been too angry because then his mouth was crushing to hers. His hands cupped her throat, thumb pushing her jaw up to bite at her lower lip. She groaned, wrapping a leg around his and pressing her heel to his calf making him buckle into her.

                “Damn girl, so he is real.” The senior had regained his feet, dabbing at his bloody lip and looking at her and the way she was pressed against Aomine.

                Kylie grinned, “told you he was.”

                Aomine growled, “get lost.”

                The senior held up his hands in defeat, “should’ve got here earlier man, she’s a hot one.” He walked away to seek another girl, while Aomine looked at the girl he held.

                “I think I need to make up lost time.” He grinned.

                Oh no… “meaning…?” She asked cautiously.

                He pushed her back, crawling up onto the table and forcing her to lay on her back as he leaned over her, “meaning I’ve got to show all these guys that you’re spoken for.”      

Aomine Daiki one shot - Blinking Love in a Setting Sun

                Aomine was lazy, that much was obvious. But what people didn’t ever see was the space behind the laziness. Behind the laid-back demeanour and the hooded eyes was a man who was tense, and angry. As long as it had been since he was himself, that fire still burned, ready to flare at any moment. But no one saw that, they were all too busy with their own lives, had already written Aomine off as just a lazy protégé. Well, all but one.

                She had loved Aomine for as long as she could remember. She had been there as his flame shuddered to a spark, but still she loved him, still she stayed. She knew the twisting mess of iron he was underneath the laziness, and she calmed him. With her light hair and smooth skin, she was the picture of tranquillity and he loved her for it. He loved that she could unwind him simply by being there, that she loved him no matter what he did or who he insulted.

                Right now they were on her couch, some movie was playing on the TV, a quiet rumbling in the background, but neither of them were paying attention. She was looking out the window, seated sideways on the couch, on leg folded under herself while the other hung over the edge, toes brushing the carpet. Her fingers were running through the dark blue hair of the man whose head lay in her lap. His lips were parted, eyes closed, chest rising in deep breaths of sleep. She smiled as his nose twitched. He’d been so exhausted recently, more than usual, he’d fallen asleep the moment his head touched her lap. Not that she minded, she never minded, she loved him like this, barriers down, just at peace with her.

                Looking down again, she saw his eyes were blinking open.

                “Hey.” She smiled at him, an honest, bright smile.

                “Hey.” He replied, needing nothing than the small word with her. He glanced at the TV. “The movie’s almost over.”

                “Yeah, you’ve been out for a while.”

                He glanced at the window, the sun had painted the sky all the vibrant reds and oranges that meant darkness was on its way.

                He shuffled up, putting his shoulders in her lap and following the curve of her upper body. He tilted his head back, looking up at her. Her hair had fallen to make a curtain around them as she looked down at him. Reaching up, he ran his fingers through it, feeling it flow like silk, or water.

                “You’ve been tired a lot.” She said, and he chuckled. It always amused him when she said things like that, he couldn’t fathom just how she continued to worry about him.  

                He didn’t reply, his attention had been grabbed by the pull of her lips as she smiled. How her mouth was just inches from his, and how he hadn’t kissed her in hours.

                So he arched his back, feeling his gut muscles clench to keep him in position. She was caught off guard, suddenly feeling his lips pressed against hers, slowly moving like they had all the time in the world. Her hands rest on his chest as she kissed him, slowly loving the man below her. And that’s how the day left them, wound up in each other’s embrace.

                Aomine was a difficult man to get along with, coarse around the edges and rough in the centre. He was arrogant, and didn’t give many people his time of day, but there were two places that he felt at home. The first was the basketball court, with a strong opponent ahead of him, but he hadn’t been there in a long time. The second was much easier for him to get to, because it was when he was curled up in the arms of his fair haired lover as the sun set around them.  

Sasuke Uchiha Lemon/Baby Daddy - Curling Passion and Crashing Waves - Request

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                It had been a long road for him. He had been damaged, broken, and shattered. He had accepted darkness and strayed from his path. He had abandoned those who cared for him, although it was clear to him now that they had never given up on him. Not all of them anyway.

                The woman in front of him, she had never strayed, she had never faltered in her belief in him. As far as he had been lost in shadow, he had always been anchored to her. Because of her, he had found his way home. 

                The war had been over for a few years now. Life in the Leaf village had gone back to the way it was before. Loud, busy, filled with smiles and laughter. But that’s not where he was. He had finally married her, this girl who had stood with him through everything. It couldn’t have been easy for her, weathering the storm that his actions had brought upon her, but that’s who she was. And Sasuke could finally admit that he loved her, utterly, and completely.

                “Eh, Sasuke,” She said, her eyes flashing at him like sapphires, her voice light and teasing. “You’re not going to spend our entire honeymoon just looking at the ocean are you?” Her feet shifted in the white sands as she looked at him.

                True, they had come to a beautiful spot, the turquoise waters lapped at the beach, and the faint lull of breaking waves could be heard in the distance. It was a sight like no other, but how could he be looking at the ocean when he could look at her? How could he possibly do anything else but admire the swell of her breasts and the curve of her behind? How could he ignore the long dark hair framing her face, and the slim arms that lifted to place a hand on her hip?

                “Eri.” He said, his voice coarse like the sand. He stretched out a hand, seeing the curious grin pulling at her lips as she placed her fingers delicately in his. With a jerk he pulled her forwards, her body stumbling against his as she lost her footing.

“I love you.” He said. It was simple, his love for her. After all the complexities and the lies, this simple feeling cleansed him. Her eyes softened as she stood on tiptoes, “I love you too, baka.” He chuckled, leaning down the rest of the way to press his lips to hers.

                Eri never tired of kissing Sasuke. It startled her every time, how it could somehow balance a breath of fresh air and a deep burning hunger. A hand smoothed up the firm expanse of his chest, curling around the back of his neck to pull him down further into her. She could feel his smirk growing as his tongue brushed against hers, teasing her. She wasn’t one to back down, nor was she one to dance around her objective. How could she be expected to stop herself when he was kissing her like this? Kissing her with a passion that set her desires alight. The beach was deserted, not that it really would have stopped her if it hadn’t been. Her free hand moved boldly, letting him know exactly where she was going.

                “You’re half-hard already, Sasuke.” She teased, before he captured her lips again, kissing her deeper as she slipped her hand under his waistband to palm him without the bothersome barrier of clothes. A groan vibrated through their kiss as she squeezed him, moving her hand slowly along the length of him, her small footsteps pushing him backwards.

                 She released him, both of her hands sliding to his waistband to force it down past his muscled thighs. She broke the kiss again, much to his displeasure, and lightly pushed him back. He stumbled and fell into the seat, not realising she had moved them to where their beach chairs were. He looked back at her to see her towering over him, for once. She revelled in the feeling for a moment, before kneeling herself, slinking down to the ground and glancing up at Sasuke with mischievous eyes. His face was unreadable, masked as usual, the only sign of weakness being the blazing fire in his eyes. But that wasn’t enough, she wanted to see him raw, she wanted to see him crumble and call out her name. These thoughts filled her mind, increasing her own need that was pounding at her core, but she pushed that away for now, her release would come later. Her fingertips traced lightly over his hard erection, thumb lightly smearing the pre-cum over the tip. She saw his jaw flex and bit the inside of her cheek in laughter. The anticipation was killing him.

                But Eri wasn’t unkind, and Sasuke’s need was growing with every second she wasted. She had wondered about this for a long time now, how would he taste, how would he react, how would it feel to have him at her mercy? Her tongue flicked out, running along the slit. Above her, Sasuke took a breath, a hand winding in her hair. It was this hand that convinced her to stop playing, Sasuke needed her.   

                He had told himself he was ready for whatever she would throw at him, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Her hot throat clenching around his shaft. The flat of her tongue dragging against the underside of him, swirling around his tip when she withdrew her head. He stared, transfixed. His nails dug into his leg as he ground his teeth. Her lips were tight around him as her head bobbed, a glistening sheen of saliva coated him now, allowing her to move faster and faster. His hips bucked up against her, her palms on his hips doing nothing to stop the movement. He couldn’t control himself, his eyes scrunched closed, his head rolling back on his shoulders.

                Don’t cum, don’t cum, he chanted in his mind, but his body was ignoring him, blood pounding in his ears and blocking out anything else, anything but her and her wet lips around his cock.

                “aargh,” he groaned, so close, so close, he could feel it-

                Her mouth released him with a wet ‘pop’ and she smirked up at him, licking her lips. He didn’t have time to recover before she stood, extending her hand like he had to her earlier,

                “What do you say we go inside?”  

*

                As soon as their hotel door shut behind them, Eri was pressed up against it, her lips quickly captured by the man crushing his body to hers. His mouth was hot and needy, taking everything she had, everything she offered him. She could feel him everywhere, his lips, his firm chest, his fingers as they drifted to her hips… She broke the kiss, looking at him with wide eyes. He chuckled lowly, pecking her lips before slowly kneeling down in front of her, fingertips pressing her hips back into the door before lazily popping open the button and pulling down her shorts.

                Her cheeks flushed as she looked away. The sight was… indescribable. The sight of hem kneeling before her, eyes looking up at her. Her usual arrogant and strong personality left her, fleeing like wisps of smoke. She had been so confident out on the beach, but now she wasn’t in control, Sasuke was.  

                He seemed to know her thoughts, smirking against her skin as he nipped at her inner thigh. She’d played with him, so he was certainly not going to back down from this little game she’d started. He pressed his face close to her, burying his nose in the scent of her and breathing deeply.

“Sasuke-!” She squealed at the sensation, but he just snickered, hooking his fingers in her panties and dragging them down her hips, almost losing control as he heard her whimper above him. He could feel his cock twitching as his eyes latched to her core. The lips were glistening, swollen, ready for him. And he didn’t stand a chance really, not a chance of stopping himself.

She gasped and clutched a hand in his hair, dragging him closer, deeper. Heat built in her thighs, electricity ran to her heart, a coiling of iron in her stomach.

“Ahh-”

His tongue curled around her clit, tendrils of heat spreading throughout her. He heaved a leg over his shoulder, leaning in closer, mouth moving lower to stretch his tongue inside her. She bucked up into him, her mind lost in sensations, her eyes far away and unseeing. He groaned against her, he couldn’t get enough. The taste of her, the feel of her thigh pressing against of his neck, her breathless sighs. It all drove him wilder, waking something inside of him.

He jerked away, standing and crashing his mouth to the lips that pouted at his move. His tongue ran along her lower lip, and she was not one to deny him access, not now. Not now when she could taste herself on her tongue, and it was somehow so erotic. His hands tugged at the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and alive, now that she’d regained her consciousness. Now that she realised Sasuke was fully clothed. She flew against his shirt buttons, quickly shrugging it over his shoulders and then her nimble fingers were at his pants. Her eyes met his, wide and questioning as his hands grasped hers, stopping her.

But he just leaned in again, kissing her. And it was as if their cloud of passion was pierced by fresh sunlight, kissing her slowly and gently, but just as deeply, his tongue ravaging her mouth leaving her breathless. But she didn’t want to breathe, not it if meant her lips had to leave his. He freed her wrists to cup her jaw, and she continued, slower this time, popping the button and sliding his pants and boxers to the ground in one smooth drop.

Winking at him, she eased out of his grasp, stepping lightly over to the bed. His eyes never left her, narrowed and focused. She perched on the edge, hands reaching up and unclasping her bra, the only offending piece of clothing clinging to her body. She tossed it aside, it landed somewhere but Sasuke couldn’t care less where. He lunged over to her, completely forgetting about the clothing still wrapped around his ankles. He stumbled, tripping and falling on her, pushing her back to lay on the bed.

She laughed, breaking the tension and he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she was, again. It struck him every time, but there was something about this moment. Her dark hair was spread out around her, a stark contrast against her luminous skin. Her blue eyes were somehow brighter, like the ocean itself had been crystallised there. He glared at her for laughing, but there was no effort behind it, a reflexive rebuff at her laugh which continued as he wiggled his feet free.

Then her laugh died, fading like a breeze as she gazed up at him, not able to stop herself from leaning up and kissing him. They’d both been imagining this moment, but neither could have foreseen the emotions that would wash over them, crashing against them like the waves outside. The love for each other, the happiness they felt in their little corner of the world, the desire to finally become one.

His hips pressed down against her, as if to test how it felt to be bare against her for the first time. He rocked, dragging his cock against her core, feeling her juices slide against the underside of him. The heat, oh god.

“Sasuke…” She whispered, a plea, a wish for him.

He nodded, lining himself up with her, eyes threatening to flutter closed as felt his tip spread her lips around him. But he wouldn’t close his eyes, he would watch her. He would see her mouth open in a gasp as he parted her, he would see her eyes widen as she felt herself splitting in two. He peppered her face in kisses, her jaw, the base of her ears, her temples. He covered her in attention as he sheathed himself inside her, feeling her stiffen.

He tensed his jaw, how could he keep still? He had to give her time, time to get used to it, but she was so hot, so snug, squeezing him tight-

Her hips bucked and he moaned, burying his face in her neck, he would wait, he would wait!

“Go,” she murmured, her voice low with desire, desire to feel him, to feel more of him. He moved slowly, pulling his hips slowly out of her, shifting back in. But he couldn’t keep that pace forever, his mind was running faster, his body moving on its own. He sucked at her neck, pulling at the skin gently between his teeth. A moan vibrated her chest, and he moved faster, harder.

She bucked with him, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him faster, calling him deeper. Her throat stretched, head falling back as she called out. Her hands splayed out against his back, warm fingertips pressing against his spine, shivers wracked through his body. She was gaining herself again, dying to do to him what he did to her, dying to shatter him.

He sensed this, smirking. Would she ever let something not be a competition? He withdrew, leaving her empty. She looked at him, eyes angry and full of that fire he loved, legs protesting as he untangled himself. Her confusion made her ignore the pillow he pulled down and placed next to her. His hand drifted to her shoulder, prying under her and quickly flipping her. She let out another indignant cry as he surprised her.     

She looked over her shoulder at him, startled at the burning she saw in his eyes. She felt more vulnerable, she was completely exposed to him like this. Her hips were raised for him to admire, propped up by the pillow. He ducked down, kissing her inner thigh, missing the place she wanted him the most. He wasn’t slow this time, he had more important things to attend to. His tongue dragged against her lower back, the small angel wing tattoo there, moving up her body. His lips stopped at her shoulder blade, the flat of his tongue rough against the skin there. His hands grasped her wrists, pinning them by her head. He could tell she was about to bite out a retort, some snide comment that melted into a moan as he slid himself back into her, staying there for a moment to revel in the feeling for a moment. She pressed back into him, craving the touch of his base pressing deliciously against her clit. And then he was thrusting again, faster than before. She couldn’t stop herself from bucking back into him, not that she wanted to! Every meeting of their hips sent fire running through her, turning her blood to molten iron, tightening the coil inside her.

Her face was pressed sideways into the bed, her eyes closed and lips parted. He could feel her squirming again, trying to gain control, to get the upper hand but it was impossible in this position. Like this, he had complete dominance, he was in ultimate control.

Her mid was fuzzy, thoughts flew away before she could fully form them, fragments of sentences littering her brain between the firing of ecstasy and the groans passing her lips. Sasuke’s chest was pressed against her back, warm and comforting, but that atmosphere was gone. Gone was the gentle lovemaking, his hips were snapping fitfully against her, losing himself in her.

But she was losing herself too, she could feel it, feel herself about to explode, could see the spattering of stars at the edge of her vision.

“Stop, stop.” She gasped, not quite ready for this to be over. Not quite ready to collapse onto the bed with him, to be done with him. He looked at her, “not yet.” She said, a smirk pulling at the edge of her lips as she saw her chance.

Sasuke was taken aback, a blur of sheets and painted walls and then he was on his back, lying down on the mattress with her above him, her mischief and confident nature back in full, and ready for payback. She dragged up his cock, not waiting as she slammed herself down on him. Her head fell back on her shoulders, the faint twinge of pain as he stretched her was nothing compared to the fullness she felt, the bliss as he filled her. She leaned down, her hands running up his strong arms, capturing his wrists by his head in a mock gesture of what he’d done to her. She brushed her lips against his, darting back as he tried to kiss her. She rolled her hips, circling atop him. His eyes rolled closed as his hands flexed against his ‘restraints’. Lifting her hips slowly, she crashed back down, keeping her tempo this time.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, as much as they almost closed every time she wrapped herself around his base, squeezing him and shattering his thoughts to splinters. He couldn’t look away as she sat up, riding him like she belonged there, the curve of her hips rising and dropping around him, the bounce of her breasts in time. The expression on her face. She leaned back, hands bracing on his thighs, eyes fluttering closed at the new angle. His hands clutched at her waist, forcing her down on him, guiding her hips against his as he bucked up against her.

Until he couldn’t stay down any more, he couldn’t stay so far away, he needed more of her, needed to be closer, feel her against him. He lurched up, sitting tall against her as she continued to ride him,  Their lips met in a fury, clashing of teeth and bitten lips. Her hips moved faster, crashing harder against him and she could feel herself unravelling again, but he needed to cum first, she needed him to. But she was rising fast, his tongue was swirling around her nipples, teeth closing around it and pulling at her. She stopped moving, hilting herself on him. Her legs moved, sliding up and one by one, hooking around his shoulders and she forgot her plan as she felt herself stretch and tighten around him. He seemed to fill her so much more, he was everywhere at once.

This new move had obviously affected him as well. His breathing had quickened, his eyes closed tight as he regained control of himself. He was stronger than this, he could resist as her pussy clenched around him. He could resist as he felt a pleasure he’d never felt before rose in his gut.

His hands slid to her back, cupping her firm ass, squeezing it between his fingers. He lifted her, needing the friction, needing the movement. Her head fell back in ecstasy, cries of her lovers name echoing around the room as he pounded up into her.

Nothing mattered anymore, who was in control, who was saying whose name, who was kissing who. All that mattered was the rhythmic pounding of his cock, the tight clench of her pussy, the furious clash of lips. All that mattered was the rising, the climbing, the knot that was tightening inside of each of them. It didn’t matter who came first. Neither could have told you, they were too caught up in each other, the curling of toes and gripping of fingers. In lips parted wide in ecstasy, in teeth gritted in pleasure. They soared, tied to nothing but each other, seeing nothing but each other.

She wasn’t quite sure how she made it to be wrapped in the sheets, legs tangled in Sasuke’s as he gazed down at her. Their chests rose in heaving breaths, mouths grinning as they laughed breathlessly. They kissed messily, eyes drifting closed as they surrendered to exhaustion.

It was light when Eri awoke, light enough to be midday. She lay on her side, and could feel Sasuke curled around her. His hand was idly twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers, “how long have you been awake?” She mumbled, blinking away her tiredness.

He kissed her shoulder lightly, “not long. How do you feel?”

She was about to retort, she felt fine! And then she felt the dull thud in her thighs, the tenderness in her breasts. He chuckled as if he could read her mind, pressing another soft kiss to her back. “We’ll take it slower next time.” He promised, but she could still feel a smirk on the lips he pressed against her. She looked back, his dark eyes watching her carefully, his lips moving to capture hers in a slow, morning kiss.

Then she felt something else, a hardness that pressed against her butt that she knew could only be one thing.

“Already Sasuke?” She murmured against his lips, obviously not protesting in the least.

“Can you blame me?” he muttered back, “I’m in bed with my beautiful, naked wife.” His hand crept around her, gently rolling a tender nipple between his fingers. Her head fell back into the pillow as he moved along her neck, kissing the dark marks he had left the night before.

She felt the rush to her core. Screw being tired she thought, screw her exhausted limbs and her weary muscles.

She felt his other hand creep down to where her need was pooling, felt his erection rock against her, sliding between her thighs.

Oh yeah, forget about resting, this was what she needed.

***

                Eri’s hands were submerged in warm soapy water, a plate between her fingers as she scrubbed with a sponge. She hadn’t gotten very far, only the plate and halfway through a cup, when a chest pressed against her back and hands skimmed down to grasp hers in the water.

                “I told you to rest.” Sasuke said, his tone clear that this was a frequent occasion for them.

                “I can’t just sit and do nothing.” She said back, continuing to work on the cup. His hands came back up, resting on her swollen belly.

                “For me?” He asked, rubbing smooth circles. Her shirt was damp now from the suds on his hands. She sighed, turning in his grasp. His hands braced on the counter, caging her between them.

                “Sasuke, I’m washing dishes. It’s not exactly strenuous.” She’d never pictured him to be this protective, but this type of behaviour had only grown with her pregnancy, doubling respectively when he found out she was having twins.    

                Ignoring her words, he gripped her hand and pulled her away from the sink, giving her a half-hearted glare at the bubbles she flicked in his hair.

***

                “Kai!” Eri called as the little boy ran past her heading for the door. He looked back, the blue eyes identical to his mother’s looking guilty as he knew he was caught.

                “Where do you think you’re going?” Eri asked, hands on her hips as she playfully scolded her son, but they both knew he wasn’t actually in trouble.

                “Outside.” He mumbled.

                “And when we go outside what do we need?” She asked. He mumbled something under his breath. “Pardon?”

                Another voice piped up from around her knees, “He needs sun cream,” it said smartly. Eri laughed, glancing at her daughter. Mi was holding the bottle in her hands, looking at her brother as if silently challenging him. After their little staring contest, Kai walked back from the door, taking the sun cream that Mi held out to him and squeezing it onto his little palms.

                Eri smiled fondly at her children, eyes flickering up as her husband walked around the corner. He too grinned at the childish arguing. They were talented little kids. They had both inherited their mothers ability, he had been startled when he found them flying around the kitchen one morning, but had since gotten used to it, (not the landings though, they were still a tad rough.) Eri assured him that they were especially difficult to master, but they would get it eventually. He could tell from the determination they showed in everything they did, they would master the Sharingan prematurely. A couple of little protégés.

                When they were both coated in the sun cream they hated, they both ran outside. Wings were quick appear and they jumped, soaring into the sky.

                Eri watched them go, the ever present sense of pride swelling in her chest. A chin rested on her shoulder, arms wrapping around her shoulders.

                “Shouldn’t you be resting?” He asked her. Their sleeping baby in the bedroom liked to cry at three in the morning, and he knew she was tired. He always insisted that she go back to sleep but she always refused, like he knew she would.

                She laughed, “I’m just pregnant Sasuke, I’m not going to break.”

                He chuckled, kissing her neck lightly. “I love you.”

***

                So sure he’d had a rough start in life, he’d been broken and shattered, but she’d put him back together. She’d given him everything he could ever have asked for. Her unwavering love, her hand in marriage, their family. His house was often a mess, his nights were long and most of his important documents had little crayon drawings of birds on them somewhere. But he wouldn’t give it up for the world.       

       

Aomine Daiki one shot - Encounter on the Rooftop

                “Yeah?”

                “Melissa! I swear if he doesn’t come to practice today-”

                “What do you want me to do about it? He never goes to practice anymore.”

                “And I know you wish he did! Seriously, he needs to come to this one!”

                Melissa sighed, “I’ll see what I can do.”

                Momoi squealed on the other end of the phone before Melissa hung up on her. It was true that Melissa wished her boyfriend would go to his practices, he always seemed happier after them, calmer, not that he’d admit it. But he was a wild animal, if you pressed him too far he’d just walk away.

                She hauled herself up and began to make her way to where she knew he would be. The roof was isolated, quiet, there was none of the chatter of the type of people who annoyed Aomine. He was stretched out on the ground, hands folded in a pillow behind his head, eyes closed and breathing deep. Many would think he was asleep, but Melissa knew better.

                “You have to go to practice. Momoi’s orders.”

                He groaned, but made no other acknowledgement that he’d heard her.

                “Come on.” She whined, “I want to go home but I can’t leave until you’re at practice!”

                He groaned again, his nose twitching as if to ward off an itch.

                She frowned. She loved him, she really did. But sometimes, he was impossible. Fine, she would play whatever cards were necessary to get him off this roof. She placed her bag on the ground, strode over to Aomine and sat squarely on his hips. Aomine’s eyes shot open, but Melissa was no amateur. Her legs were closed, just enough that he could barely see the dark blue lace underneath her skirt. His hands unfolded, reaching down to squeeze her hips, a smirk settling on his face.

                “How about we just stay here instead?” His low voice rumbled and Melissa felt it run through his body, but she was on a mission.

                She leaned down, noting how Aomine’s eyes flickered and stayed for a moment too long at the sight down her shirt, and the tip of matching midnight lace he could see there. Honestly, he was too predictable. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she lay atop him. Her lips brushed his jaw as she spoke, “how about a deal?” She fingered his tie, shrugging her hips back a bit and sitting upright. She could see the flash in his eyes as he watched her above him and she inwardly rolled her eyes. She wrapped the tie around her fist and pulled him up to sit with her. Her lips moved to his ear,

                “You like it when I top you?”   

                She circled her hips, keeping her pressure light, but it was enough to get him focused. His hands forced her hips down, shoving their lower bodies together in a rough move that could only be Aomine’s. She was losing, she could feel it. She could feel herself melting against the man below her, shivers trembling down her spine as he sucked at her neck. As much as she knew about him, he knew just as much about her.

                “Aomine,” she whispered in a hushed voice, grasping his head between her hands and forcing his lips to hers. He eagerly kissed back, his tongue swirling around hers. She threw his tie down beside her, fingers flying to the buttons of his shirt and undoing them one after the other. She couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped her lips as she smoothed her hands over his muscled chest, she couldn’t stop her body from leaning into him, falling into him. His hands tangled in her hair, losing himself in her. He could feel her popping the button of his pants and he lifted himself so she could force them past his thighs until they were lost with his shirt.

                Then she stood up, ripping herself away from him and forcing herself not to feel the cold that came from being apart. He looked at her, eyebrows tilted up in question. Her top buttons were undone, that blue lace peeking out and tempting him. Her hair was messy from where his hands had grasped it, her lips were full from where he’d been kissing her. Damn if his didn’t want to pull her back down.

                She scampered around, scooping up his clothes and shoving them into her bag. Rummaging in said bag- he couldn’t believe this.

                She tossed his basketball practice clothes at him.

                “Don’t give me that look!” She said defensively, hugging her bag to her chest as if that would shield her from the glare he was sending her.

                “Go to practice. You won’t get your clothes back otherwise.” She said, swinging herself over the ladder and beginning to climb back down. “I’ll tell Momoi to call me when it’s over to prove you went.”

                “And you’re just going to go home with my clothes?” He asked flatly.

                She laughed, “I guess you’ll have to come by later and get them, but I can’t promise I’ll let you put them back on.” She winked, blowing him a kiss as she shut the door behind her.

                Aomine couldn’t move for a second, his mind full of rated R images, before he ran to get dressed and sprinted off to practice.

*** Later that night ***

                “Yeah?” Melissa picked up her phone.

                “Melissa?” It was Momoi, “you’ll have to tell me what you did! I haven’t seen him practice like that in such a long time!” There was no answer, “Mel, you there?”

                “Ah, yeah, I’m just-ah, I’ll call you later.”

                Momoi shrugged as Melissa abruptly hung up on her. Melissa was a strange girl, she’d have to be to put up with Aomine all the time.

                Back in Melissa’s bedroom, she lay on her back glaring at the man above her. “Baka, I told you to wai-aaahhh.”

                He chuckled as he continued on, “I’ve been waiting since the rooftop, no more waiting.”

Shintaro Midorima one shot - It's Not a Choice At All

I just discovered this show, and I have so many ideas! I can promise that my next few will probably be this show!
And seriously, this guy right here needs some love, who doesn't love Shin-chan!
Read, comment, and Enjoy!
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                Kila was no fool.

                She was well aware of the green eyes that had recently begun to follow her as she left classes, that flickered to her when she came in the gym during their precious basketball practice. She knew that although his eyes never left the ball he was flawlessly shooting, he knew she was there, and was paying attention. She was also well aware that those eyes belonged to one of the most focused, dedicated men at Shutoku High.

                Shintaro Midorima, the former shooting guard of the generation of miracles.

                She knew all of this because she had her eyes on him too. He was intriguing, his taped up fingers, the lucky items he always carried, the complete sense of self-confidence. Plus, he wasn’t bad to look at either.

                So it was with her usual air of ease that she approached her friend Takao at lunch, who was sat opposite his green eyed teammate. See, for the past few days, Kila had been trying to find out just what made Midorima tick, what drove him over the edge? He was so controlled in everything he did that once she found a way to break the wall, she couldn’t imagine what he’d be like.

                “Takao-kun.” She purred, her body brushing against Midorima’s back as she stood behind him, looking at her friend. “There’s no practice tomorrow right?”

                “No, it’s rest day, why?”

                She could see that Midorima’s back was tensed, he’d stopped eating his food. He was on edge.

Perfect.    

“A couple of us are meeting downtown for a game. You haven’t made it in such a long time.”

“I’ll be there! I can’t wait!”

She chuckled at her friend’s bright enthusiasm, slowly leaning down until her lips were a breath away from Midorima’s ear. “You’re welcome to come too, Shin-chan.” Turning to walk away she winked at her friend who was gaping after her, his open mouthed expression morphing into a wicked grin as he realised her intentions.

Was she really flirting with Shin-chan? He looked at the shooter, by his posture, it seemed to be working, Takao couldn’t remember ever seeing him look so tense.

“So are you coming tomorrow?” Takao asked him.

“No.”

“But Kila-chan invited you! It’ll be fun!”

“No.”

***

                “I thought you said you weren’t coming?” Takao teased as he and Midorima walked down the street. It was evening, school was over and they were free, no practice, no games, nothing.

                “Oha Asa predicted it would be unwise for me to ignore any invitations today.”

                “You sure it’s not just that you want to see Kila-chan?”

                “Of course not.”

                Midorima sounded like his usual self, but Takao could tell something was different.

                They rounded the corner, “finally, we’re here, I’m starving!”

                Midorima said nothing, he’d assume when Kila invited them for a game she was talking about basketball, but he’d never thought…. “Pool? We’re playing pool?” The place looked small, with only a couple of pool tables and dim lighting. One of those places where the only customers were a string of regulars, and everyone else avoided the place. “Why are we here?”

                “To play with Kila-chan!” Takao said. He opened the door to a chorus of cheers, obviously Takao was well known in the place, though Midorima couldn’t understand why. Why would Takao ever come to such a dump? Kila must have persuaded him somehow.

                With his thoughts turned to Kila, it was as if she appeared out of nowhere. He could see her stood at the back table, her eyes on him. Her mouth tilted up into a smirk as she straightened up. Midorima’s eyes trailed up her figure, she hadn’t changed from her school uniform. Her legs were bare until covered by her dark skirt. The top buttons on her blouse had been undone. Her hair had been redone, pulled up into a messy bun. She looked relaxed, confident, and so tempting.

                He calmly walked towards her. “This place is a dump.” He said.

                She grinned, “I like it.”

                “It’s filthy.”

                “No it’s not, you’re just high-strung.”

                Her words struck him, she was mocking him?

                She rolled the pool cue between her fingers, “Fancy a game?”

                “No.”

                “But you came all the way here, there must have been a reason?” She asked coyly, her lips pressing together to stifle a grin at how stubborn he was being.

                “I’m leaving.” He said, beginning to turn.

                “The great shooter, Shintaro Midorima, afraid he can’t get a few balls into a couple sockets. How embarrassing.”  

                He froze, his fists tightening. How dare she mock him like this?

                He snatched a cue off the wall, grabbing the blue cube of… whatever it was. He angrily began to rub it over the top of his cue when she chuckled, moving closer to him. She placed her hands on top of his and guided his movements. “Like this.” Her hands were smooth and steady, but he wretched his own free, finishing preparing his cue by himself as she set up the table.

                “You want to break?” she asked, gesturing to the triangle of balls on the table.

                He shook his head, and she shrugged, bending over to make the first shot herself. He swallowed, he wasn’t prepared for this. Wasn’t prepared for how long her legs would look, how perfect her ass would look all bent over like that. There was a loud crack as she sent the balls scattering.

                She sighed, “I never sink anything on breaks, your turn.”

                He stood at the side of the table, deciding which ball to sink. Finding one with a nice angle he bent over, placing his hand like she had when she made her shot.

                “Hold on.” She said, walking to his side. “Try placing your hand like this… It’ll probably feel more comfortable since your hands are so big.” Again he shrugged her off, placing his hands back on the table. The ball ricochet off the corner, rolling slowly to a stop near the centre. He stood, how did he miss? He never missed. He was sure he had planned the shot properly-

                “Stop thinking so much, you’ll get used to it.” She said smoothly, cutting off his thoughts.

“What’s your sign?” He asked.

She ignored him, leaning down at the opposite side of the table to line up her shot, giving Midorima a clean line of sight down her shirt to her ample breasts-

                “Eyes on the game Shin-chan.” She sang, not taking her eyes away from the balls as she cleanly sank one. “And I’m stripes.”

                He averted his eyes, angry at himself. First for having the self-control of a 10 year old boy and looking down her shirt, and second for getting caught. He was turning into Aomine!

                The game progressed, she was winning but he wasn’t far behind. He picked up the style of play quickly, and was only a few behind when she smoothly sank the eight ball into her pre-called pocket.

                She stood, turning to face him again. “I win.” She said with that smirk, and he couldn’t stop himself. Somehow his hands latched around her thighs and then he was lifting her onto the edge of the table and nestling himself between her legs.

                He saw her look over his shoulder, the place had gotten busier, it was loud and noisy now, and their table was set apart, back in the shadows. No one would miss them.

                Her eyes flicked back to his, powerful shards of emerald that ground her to her core. She had never seem them so full of raw emotion, all his control and inhibition cast aside. And then he was kissing her, his hand capturing the side of her neck and tilting her face up so he could kiss her better. His lips tilted, pressing harshly against her own. She arched her back into him, sitting taller, her hand curling into her hair and pulling him down into her. Her eyes rolled close, losing herself in the man towering above her, controlling her completely. Because Kila was not one to submit easily, and she certainly hadn’t given up yet, but she knew she was powerless against him. She wanted this, just as much as he did. Her lips angled against his, parting when she felt his tongue run smoothly against them. She kissed him harder as her tongue brushed teasingly against his, only enraging him more as she refused to give in.

                Shivers ran down her spine at the intensity of the kiss. She began to feel lightheaded. Sure she had been kissed before, but never like this, this was something different entirely. She bit back a groan as he lightly sucked at her lower lip, before gently nipping it and breaking the kiss.  

                Her heart beat erratically in her chest as she met his gaze.

                “What was that?” She asked breathlessly, “not that I’m complaining because-”

                “What’s your sign?” He cut her off, his eyes demanding.

                She grinned, “If you had to guess, what would you say?”

                “You’re stubborn, and lazy, and self-indulging. I’d say Taurus.”

                She chuckled, one of her legs wrapping around his hips and forcing him closer to her until there was no space left between them. She stretched her neck up until it was at his ear and she murmured, “And what did Oha Asa say about me today?”

                Cancer, be careful today when dealing with Taurus. They are tricky and up to no good, fueled by the passing of Venus.

                Not that he’d tell her that, she would only take pleasure in knowing that Taurus had power over Cancer today.

                “I looked it up you know, the compatibility of Cancer and Taurus,” she said, “I’ve never been into astrology but I think you might be able to convince me.”

                He looked at her, curious.

                “Because if it’s real, then we are going to have some Damn. Good. Sex.”

***

                Takao glanced over at the back table to see how Shin-chan and Kila-chan were doing, almost dropping his cue in the process. The tips of his ears turned red and he looked away, leaning down to make the shot in his own game. He missed, of course, how could he have made the shot when his mind was full of images of his friends-

                Anyway, it was about time.

                “Nice going Shin-chan.”

                Because if anyone needed to loosen up and get laid, it was Midorima. And Kila was thinking the exact same thing.