mika is obsessed with her boyfriend. in ways her friends call embarrassing. but she doesn't mind. not when she knows daishou would give her the world on a silver platter without her even asking.
she had never even been interested in volleyball until meeting him, and then volleyball became the coolest thing in the world. all because it was daishou's favorite sport.
sure, fine. say whatever you want, but she loves her boyfriend and she's allowed to.
mika sits in daishou's lap, kissing him deeply. she cups his cheek, holding him close, feeling his jaw move with each kiss.
daishou holds her hips tight. he does every time she sits in his lap.
mika wraps an arm around daishou's shoulder. with ease, daishou lifts mika and lays her on the couch, kissing her again. her heart flutters at the action. for a moment, she's flying.
daishou rests his hand on her thigh when she wraps her leg around his waist. she needs him closer. her skin tingles with each point of contact.
she's so glad she decided to wear a skirt. especially when mika can feel daishou's calloused hand on her bare thigh.
he kisses her jaw and mika pulls him back into another kiss. it's messy and desperate. she pants into his mouth and mika almost loses it when daishou groans into her mouth.
"suguru," mika breathes out. "need you."
it's barely been five minutes, but the way his hands feel on her, his soft grunts and moans against her lips, everything is going straight to her belly. a tingling, warm feeling builds and she wants more. needs more.
daishou moans softly. "fuck. you're going to kill me." he kisses her jaw as he reaches under her skirt.
mika raises her hips so daishou can yank off her panties. she spreads her legs as daishou quickly unzips his pants and pushes his boxers down just enough to get his cock out.
she leans up and kisses him "fuck me," she whispers into his ear, loving the way daishou shudders at her voicie.
"but a condom-"
"forget it, you can come on my tits. now hurry up." mika wraps a leg around his waist, urging him forward.
mika is far too gone to think rationally. all she can think about is how wet she is, how ready she is for daishou. its all she can think about.
a calloused finger reaches down to rub her clit as daishou gently thrusts into her.
she moans, high-pitched and needy. she used to be embarassed by it, but now she knows its exactly what daishou wants to hear.
"just like that," mika hums and bites her bottom lip as daishou starts with slow, gentle thrusts.
daishou moans low in her ear. "fuck, mika."
she doesn't even need to say anything for him to thrust harder, keeping at the same pace. she doesn't like it fast, she likes it controlled, hard.
something they figured out together. something daishou has memorized. he has her whole body memorized.
he resumes rubbing quick ciricles into her clit, making mika arch her back. her moans grow louder with each thrust.
she knows daishou is trying to keep himself quiet. he bites her shirt but it isn't enough to hide the moans and even some of the whimpers.
mika reaches up her own shirt, pushing her bra up to be able to play with her nipple. the added stimulation bringing her the pleasure she loves.
"mika," daishou groans, "mika, "i'm gonna-"
"just a little more. don't stop. not yet." she says- no demands.
she's so close. every part of her body aches for it, sings with the pleasure that rolls through her.
daishou pulls out right before she comes, but his fingers never stop. she doesn't blame him and can't even bring herself to scold him as pleasure hits her hard.
her thighs tighten around daishou's waist as she cums. a high-pitched moan turns into rough breaths as daishou works her through it.
and like the good boy he is, daishou wants for her command to cum.
"mika," he says, softer. she can feel his hard cock against her thigh. he doesn't push, doesn't beg, just waits.
fuck, mika loves him.
she kisses him quickly and then sits up to take her shirt off. he watches, raptured as she moves. watches her tits bounce as they drop out of her bra. he doesn't move as he stares.
"come on, baby," she says lightly as she lays back on the couch.
daishou quickly moves, straddling her thighs. she watches, fascinated, as he jerks himself off. it's not long before he's cumming on her chest with a cut-off moan.
he breathes hard for a moment, panting.
"i love you so much," daishou says.
mika giggles. "I love you, too."
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Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.
Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.
Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.
Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.
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Tim Drake is having a horrible day.
He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.
Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.
They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.
"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.
Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.
The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.
"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.
"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."
"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"
"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."
"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"
"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."
"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.
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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.
Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.
And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.
Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.
But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.
The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.
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