#Kuroko no Basket fanfiction

[ladybunny44]

🌹 The Emperor’s Soft Spot 🌸

Pairing : Akashi Seijuro x Gn!Reader

Genre : ☁️

Word count : ~1200

Summary : To the world, Akashi Seijuro is the unyielding Emperor of the court—sharp, commanding , and impossible to defy. But when it comes to you, his girlfriend, all of that melts away, leaving behind a man who is soft, tender, and entirely yours. Witness the duality of Akashi as he balances his stern captain persona with the warmth he only shows to you, featuring stolen kisses and heart-fluttering moments.

TW/CW : None! Just soft fluff and Akashi being a lovestruck boyfriend. 💕

NOTIFICATIONS ꩜ ₊ ⊹! : Expect moments of Akashi being protective of the reader in his unique way.

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The rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished gym floor echoed through the massive training hall. Rakuzan’s basketball team was gathered for their evening practice, every member giving their utmost to meet the impossibly high standards set by their captain.

Akashi’s voice, calm but commanding, carried over the court. “I expect precision. If you cannot deliver, there’s no place for you here.”

The intensity in his tone sent a chill through his teammates, who nodded and doubled their efforts. To them, Akashi was the Emperor—a perfectionist who demanded nothing short of excellence.

But to you? He was entirely different.

You stood quietly in the corner of the gym, leaning against the wall with a small smile. He had insisted you come to practice today, something he only did when he was particularly stressed. Seeing you had a way of soothing him, even if he never openly admitted it.

“Y/N,” he called out, his voice softening the instant his gaze landed on you. The sharpness that had been there moments ago melted away like snow under sunlight.

You pushed off the wall and walked toward him, your eyes sparkling with affection. “Are you done terrorizing your team for today?”

His lips twitched into the faintest smile as he stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently take yours. “Discipline, not terrorizing. But yes, we’re almost done.”

Behind him, the team exchanged knowing glances. It was rare to see their captain so unguarded, so human. But they all knew better than to comment.

Akashi’s attention was solely on you now, the tension in his shoulders easing as he looked into your eyes. “Do you mind waiting a little longer? I promise I won’t keep you here all night.”

“Take your time,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I like watching you play.”

His gaze softened further, his lips curving into a small but genuine smile that was reserved for you alone. “Stay close. I’ll finish this quickly.”

You nodded and stepped back to your spot as he returned to his team. His demeanor shifted instantly—back to the calm but unrelenting captain Rakuzan knew and feared.

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『••✎••』

Later That Evening . . .

The crisp night air was refreshing as the two of you walked side by side down the quiet streets. Akashi’s hand was intertwined with yours, his grip firm yet gentle.

“You didn’t have to stay so long,” he said, glancing at you.

“I wanted to,” you replied, leaning slightly against his shoulder. “I like seeing the real you—the one who’s always so kind to me but still scares the life out of everyone else.”

He chuckled softly, a rare sound that made your heart flutter. “You’re the only one who gets to see this side of me, Y/N. The rest of the world doesn’t deserve it.”

You smiled, looking up at him. “I’m honored, Emperor Akashi.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you fully. “And I’m grateful to have you,” he said, his voice low but filled with sincerity. His free hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for just a moment.

Your cheeks flushed as he leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there, as if he wanted to savor the moment.

“Sei…” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his crimson and gold eyes shining with warmth. “Yes, love?”

You smiled shyly, feeling your heart race. “Nothing. I just… I love you.”

He tilted his head slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You say that as if I don’t already know.”

Before you could retort, he leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours. The kiss was slow and tender, filled with the kind of affection he reserved only for you.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested lightly against yours. “I love you too,” he said softly, his voice carrying an intimacy that made your chest tighten with happiness.

The two of you stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s presence, the world around you fading into insignificance.

The Next Day

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『••✎••』

You visited practice again, this time sitting on the bleachers with a book in hand. Akashi’s teammates eyed you nervously, knowing how easily their captain’s mood could shift depending on how you were treated.

One of them finally gathered the courage to ask, “Captain, are you really okay with Y/N being here every day?”

Akashi turned to them, his crimson gaze sharp. “Why wouldn’t I be? She brings out the best in me.”

They all fell silent, nodding quickly before returning to their drills.

From your seat, you couldn’t help but giggle. Akashi glanced your way, a faint smile gracing his lips as he caught your eye.

No matter how hard he was on everyone else, you knew one thing for sure: to him, you would always be the exception.

[itsallanimeandgames]

Suppression (2)

Alpha Hanamiya Makoto x Omega Y/N

Omegaverse  |  Angst  |  Drama  |  Romance

Warnings: Language, Violence, Mature/Suggestive Content

Hanamiya Makoto discovers you aren’t an alpha.

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Hanamiya didn’t bother with introductions, instead, he showed you around the club room and then the gymnasium. The guys were scattered around, some were warming up while others rested on the benches. One was even lying on the bench with a mask over his eyes in full slumber.

Your entrance brought them to a standstill, but Hanamiya paid them no attention.

“There’s a teacher in charge of overseeing us, but he never comes around. We just fill out the form weekly to notify our use of the gym and expenses when necessary for games or training camps.”

Everything seemed simple enough, but you wondered who exactly was Hanamiya Makoto? He was obviously someone influential if the school had allowed him to coach the team himself. It was similar to the deal you had been offered the other day.

“Like I mentioned before, you don’t have to know about basketball but I’ll teach you when necessary.”

You nodded.

“Any questions?”

"Do I have to decide now?” You looked around while adjusting your bag over your shoulder. It seemed the team was smaller than usual which made it ideal, but you weren’t too sure this was a good idea. Masquerading as an alpha could be easier if you kept other alphas close and your intuition was telling you Hanamiya was just that.

"Yes, unless you want to waste your time teaching opportunistic idiots to play a sport they aren’t remotely interested in and therefore will forever remain mediocre at best.”

That’s when you realized he had overheard your conversation. He knew exactly what you had been thinking too. You sighed, “I don’t want that...”

“Then welcome to the team.” With these words, Hanamiya called the others over.

You were only slightly intimidated by the group of guys that nearly towered over you with their height. Had this been back in middle school you would think nothing of them.

“So, we got a manager after all…” Yamazaki teased Hanamiya for doing something he had previously opposed. He would have gone on to further his point if it weren’t for Furuhashi jabbing his elbow into his gut to stop him from pissing off Hanamiya.

“A cute one too,” Hara seized his bubble blowing to smile at you. He appreciated your choice to opt out of wearing any stockings or knee-high socks. Like this, your legs were perfectly on display.

Although his eyes weren’t visible you caught his line of sight lowering more than needed to meet your eyes. But guys like him who openly flirted with such nonchalance were best ignored so you did nothing but greet them all.

“Hello, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” Your family name was always omitted from your greetings to discourage being associated with them. Unfortunately, most already knew you thanks to your brother’s slip of the tongue just before your high school entrance. He had revealed the school you would be attending in an interview when he was asked about you. 

“Seto and Hara are both in our class,” Hanamiya pointed out in hopes of keeping introductions short. “Furuhashi and Yamazaki, are the other two.”

“Hello,” you repeated your greeting to the two you had never seen before.

Hanamiya handed you the clipboard he had been holding. The first paper on top was a club form that stated you would be entering the basketball team as manager.  “Fill it out and take it to the administrative office.”

It was nearly complete, except for your name and signature. Presumably by Hanamiya himself.

“You can go home for today.”

And just like that, a whirlwind decision changed the course of your desired school life.

After several days of practice, you managed to learn their names and positions. It was unintentional but you somehow managed to learn a lot about the game just by watching. The rest were tidbits of information Hanamiya threw at you.

For the most part, you helped with the paperwork, equipment maintenance, and taking notes on the practices.

As it turned out Kirisaki Daiichi was a school known for its basketball team. It was a strong competitor in the region and the country. Despite not being an all-alpha high school it seemed to always recruit an all-alpha team. This year it was no different.

It also explained why you had been chosen as manager.

Soon you were spending so much time around them that others misjudged your relationship.

One particularly annoying misjudgment was made by those interested in the alphas. Among them was a socially adept girl named Yua who, unbeknownst to you, had a past with Hanamiya.

As an omega, she knew her boundaries and hid her animosity to keep her image of superiority over the rest of the first-year omegas.

That is until a few months later.

You had finally fallen into a comfortable routine.

Official games were due to start soon which meant you were finally going to see them in action. Before that Hanamiya had you set up a few practice games. This required you to spend more time together.

Hanamiya was getting tired of having to wait until after or between classes to talk to you so he decided to make some changes.

You came into class to find your seat at the front of the class occupied by someone else. Just as you were about to confront her, she beat you to it.

“You think you’re better than us and look down on us...” The girl was so upset she voiced the narrative she had chosen to push now that you somehow managed to take her spot. “I don’t know what you did to Hanamiya-san you-” She bit her tongue remembering what he had told her.

You looked up and over to the back where a single empty seat was left in front of the previously mentioned dark-haired individual. A smirk blatantly adorned his face as he awaited you.

To stop the scene from escalating further you quietly accepted the seat change for now. Multiple pairs of eyes followed your every move as you sat down.

Your new seat was now in front of Hanamiya while Seto slept comfortably to his left and Hara sat in front of Seto. They all sat together in the far corner where they often did as they liked with little to no consequence. 

As soon as you settled into the seat you turned around to question Hanamiya. 

“Is there a reason for this sudden seat change?”

“We just wanted our manager to feel closer to the team,” Hara commented after popping his bubblegum a few times.

"It’s more convenient this way.”

“I see...”  You turned back around indifferent to where you sat. 

A sentiment Yua did not share.

From then on you found yourself merging into their group. It seemed easier to go along with them than contest their behavior. For the most part, they never bothered you although Hara did annoy you from time to time with his sexual comments or when they collectively got around to recounting their sexual exploits.

That’s when you would tune out and go off on your own or look for the golf enthusiast who was slowly inching her way into your life.

All in all, it seemed everything was going well in your school life.

By the time you realized what kind of guys they were, it was too late to turn back. Your name had become synonymous with the team.

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After attending their first official game you were left stunned by their methods.

Outside the gymnasium, you stood off to the side watching Hara’s victim getting loaded into the back of an ambulance. The guy seemed much better now that they had administered some first aid, but you still recalled the way his groans of pain echoed through the gymnasium as he curled up on the shiny floors.

The other school’s staff held back from voicing their complaints when they saw you. It was yet another instance of your name precedes you. Instead, they silently filled out the paperwork required in times like these and handed you a copy.

The other players were a different story. They openly directed their pointed looks towards you. A few muttered their discontent out of earshot.

You bid them a safe trip back as you always did back when you were playing tennis. It was good sportsmanship overall, but you did it recalling the lessons your mother ingrained in you about her ideal image for you of a gracious winner.

Once they were all gone you heard someone approaching you. “What did you think of your first official game as our manager?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Hanamiya. He handed you your bag in exchange for the clipboard in your hands.

He glanced at the paperwork momentarily. His actual goal was to examine your reaction, a reaction that he had guessed yet awaited your response. It was pleasant to see everything turn out the way he had predicted. With you as their manager, they could get away with much more.

Truthfully you didn’t condone cheating or violence. 

“An elbow to the ribs...” you trailed off recalling how the other team immediately called out the foul. At the time Seto had slipped his mask up momentarily to explain to you that the others were blocking the referee’s view so it would go unnoticed.

They had only tested this out about twice before, in practice games before you had joined as their manager. It was Hanamiya’s way of breaking the opposing team, something he found much more entertaining than winning the game.

Perhaps the fact that you had been lying about yourself had shifted your moral compass to the point where you no longer found yourself able to judge others. “You could have won without that.”

“Easily,” Hanamiya responded, confirming your thoughts. “But,” he added. A smirk plastered on his face now that your eyes met his. “It wouldn’t have been as entertaining.”

Your lukewarm response was just as he had imagined. The day he happened upon your conversation in the hall he knew there was something familiar about you. It would take some time to draw it out, but he was sure you had the potential to resonate with him.

From then on, you dealt with Kirisaki Daiichi’s reputation, the one Hanamiya had carefully cultivated.

Kirisaki Daiichi began garnering the attention and social acknowledgment it had wanted. Because an alpha of your caliber attended the mixed school so proudly, higher society began to consider it a diamond in the rough that only your family had seen potential in.

As the proud captain brought you along to all practices and games. You were a sort of status symbol to Hanamiya Makoto, a bastard son of an important political figure. His mother, an omega, was the mistress who seduced a married man. There was little to no hope of him inheriting anything from his father although he was given the family name and enough money to live a comfortable life.

However, Hanamiya was not one to be satisfied with the bare minimum. He always wanted more than what life had dealt him. His eyes were always searching for opportunities just like the day of the entrance ceremony.

It was rare for someone of your caliber to enter a mixed school rather than the all-alpha high schools that were popular among your level of society.

Social status could be his if he played his cards right, so he began his greatest play yet.

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Before you knew it the season had come to an end. Kirisaki Daiichi had made it to the Interhigh Preliminaries, but Hanamiya had no plans to go any further. For now, he was satisfied that his first year had gone successfully. He had managed to acquire the right type of people. 

Now here they were.

Seto was thankful to know he would be sitting out the whole game. He laid across one of the two benches that your team was to occupy, forcing everyone else onto one bench.

It didn’t really matter since they would be on the court most of the time.

As everyone stretched you approached Hanamiya inquisitively about his decision. The athlete in you seemed to come out suddenly and you were unable to comprehend how or why Hanamiya had decided this was as far as they would go. They had no plans to try and win their next game so they could be disqualified.

“Why not keep going?”

Hanamiya shrugged, he had no interest in the team they were going up against. Although he always wanted more he also was one to value his time overall. If it wasn’t entertaining or of value to him then he would not give it a second thought. He had accomplished his goal for his first year of high school. 

“We could easily win them even without our technique.” It was interesting how you suddenly showed an interest. Hanamiya took this as an opportunity to take the next step in engaging you. “Would you prefer we win?”

It was nonsensical to you as a former athlete yourself. When you play tennis you always played to win. No matter who it was you were against the goal was always the same.

“Don’t you want to win?”

Hanamiya didn’t respond, he simply smiled and walked off to speak to the others.

Seto had heard the entire conversation and sighed. He knew now that because of your comment, he would end up on the court.

As soon as the game began Hanamiya and the others went all out. Surprising even Seto who had finally sat up.

Your eyes widened as you noticed everyone was being much more aggressive than usual. You gasped when you saw a couple of players stumble out of nowhere. It took all your will to stop yourself from covering your nose, it was pheromones.

The other team’s coach was finally able to call a foul and a time-out to get his vulnerable players out.

When Hanamiya looked over at you he smirked as if this was his answer to your question.

During sports competitions, it was a well-known rule that all players had to take suppressants to ensure the safety of all genders. You were sure you had seen them all take their dose yet somehow one of them had managed to release some pheromones.

You looked over at Seto, “Didn’t they take their suppressants?” By now you had perfected your lies and were able to pretend like you weren’t phased by the pheromones in the air but honestly this time something felt off. Your throat became dry as if you would choke from simply breathing in the air.

He had purposely made it so you saw everything, including that which he had not shown you before. Letting you in on his secret and watching for the slightest reaction at the revelation brought a sense of joy. Their tactics, signs, and overall game plan- and now even the fact that he used his dominant alpha pheromones to impose on the beta and omega players. He had done this so often to the point of perfection. Everything was meticulously calculated by the mastermind Hanamiya Makoto so he would only give enough to incapacitate those within arm's distance.

As the game progressed you remained silent as you watched them win the game that they had initially given up on. 

When they retired to their assigned locker room to change and gather their stuff you walked around the venue until you got to the infirmary. Through the slightly opened door you could smell the omega’s pheromones, the one Hanamiya had affected. It seemed he was now in full-on heat. 

To think he could get away with it so easily was strange. Hanamiya had been tested to see if the suppressant was in his system. When the results were positive it was determined there was no foul. Because he had indeed taken his suppresant it was all overlooked. How dominant an alpha was he that he is able to override the suppressant and release pheromones at will?

As a courtesy you closed the door wondering how incompetent everyone can be. This was a serious situation where someone could easily take advantage of the omega that had been left to rest.

You stood guard outside the door for a moment until the other team’s coach appeared with the doctor who had attended to the omega earlier. You offered an explanation before they could question you, “The door was left open, someone could have gotten hurt.”

To their knowledge you were an alpha, so they panicked slightly at their oversight. 

Not wanting to engage further you left to meet your team.

The whole bus ride back to the school was spent in silent contemplation. Had you never spoken up it could have been avoided. You knew you couldn’t afford to dwell too much on it. 

When you arrived at the school everyone said goodbye and went their separate ways while you and Hanamiya walked back to the club room. There was paperwork and equipment to submit. 

“So what did you think?” Hanamiya finally broke the silence.

“You cheated,” was your simple response. You didn’t want to elaborate or get into it with him so you put up your best front as a nonchalant yet honest athlete. An athlete that was frankly disgusted by their lack of sportsmanship. You knew they could play well; they had put the time and effort into their practices- even Seto. “Winning by cheating isn’t winning at all…it’s not fair-“

“Life’s not fair,” Hanamiya shot back. “I am simply taking advantage of the fact that I can manipulate the court. As dominant alphas, we were born to win.”

Life sure wasn’t fair.

Here you were pretending to be an alpha only to encounter a rare dominant alpha. You tried to leave quietly in hopes of avoiding danger, but you managed to utter a single word under your breath, “Pathetic.” 

He caught your wrist as you tried to walk away.

You looked back into his eyes, trying your best to seem unphased by his behavior. 

“What are you doing?”

“This.”

Hanamiya released his pheromones into the whole of the club room. As soon as it hit your nostrils your hand jerked up to cover your nose and mouth, a dead giveaway of what he had suspected. It took seconds for your body to heat up with a sense of desire to touch and be touched by the alpha before you. You didn’t want to admit it earlier, but his pheromones were strong, much stronger than any you had smelled before. This specific scent seemed way too enticing.

“Hanamiya-” your body went limp unable to withstand the overwhelming presence of a dominant alphas pheromones. Thankfully he caught you before you could hit the floor.

It was faint but Hanamiya managed to make out a sweet scent mingling with his, something sweet and floral. A smirk made its way to his face realizing what was happening. You were going into heat because of him.

Your free hand went to reach for your smartwatch trying to call for help but Hanamiya overpowered you. He held both your hands in his with a strong grip.

Lightheaded, your eyes fluttered shut. This was the first time you had ever been exposed to such strong pheromones for so long without supervision.

“Hot…”

Hanamiya heard you muttering about the heat your body was starting to feel.

You rubbed your thighs together needing some sort of stimulation. Your mind was running wild with thoughts of satisfying the urge you felt to mate, to be bitten, to be with an alpha.

Hanamiya tilted your head up to look at him. Your hooded eyes blankly stared into his in a haze of lust. “My bag-” you uttered with your last shred of decency. 

You needed your emergency suppressant. 

In that moment you wanted Hanamiya more than anything in the world. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his went to your waist. He stumbled slightly when you pulled him down to meet his lips.

It was a pleasant surprise.

You slipped your tongue past his lips and continued to passionately kiss him until your lungs cried for air. That’s when you came to your senses once again and pulled away to breathe.

Hanamiya grinned seeing you gasp for air.

With newfound clarity, you looked for the bag you had dropped and pulled out a syringe. In a single fluid motion, you removed the cap, picked up your skirt, and inserted the needle into your thigh.

Relief washed over you when the heat began to subside. Your body relaxed enough for you to control your limbs and sit on the cold hard floor.

He watched your chest rise and fall gently now that your breathing had returned to normal. It seemed the suppressant had done its job and blocked out his pheromones.

“I guess this makes us even.”

Indignant of his nonchalant attitude you chose silence. You needed your words to come out as stable as possible. Any sign of weakness would shame you into submission and although you had given in to his pheromones for a moment you were damned if you were going to submit to him.

“For what?”

“Well, I let you know one of my secrets... it’s only fair I knew one of yours.”

What irked you most was the fact that he already knew you weren’t an alpha. You needed answers.

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

Hanamiya was an extremely intelligent and intuitive person. His initial theory had proven to be correct what he didn’t know was the fact that he would uncover more than he had wanted to.

He had his fair share of omegas and none had ever smelled like you.

Just as you were about to threaten him to remain silent about everything your phone began to ring. On the screen, you saw your mother’s face.

“Hello-“

You could barely get a word in when your mother began going off on a tirade. “Y/N where are you? You were supposed to be home an hour ago! Your brother will be there any minute now, I swear all you do is worry us. Can’t you just stick to the rules and-“

“Yes, Mother I understand” If you didn’t cut her off you were worried, she would say something triggering to your situation right now. You were at least relieved to know you had an excuse to part from Hanamiya. Surely, he wouldn’t insist on keeping you when you had someone coming for you.

When you attempted to get up off the floor you stumbled a bit. “I have to go,” you quickly gathered your stuff and walked out leaving a satisfied Hanamiya behind. You were certainly much more entertaining than he had originally thought.

-TBC-

A/N: Hello everyone it’s been a while but I finally wrote part two... 3 years later.

[teamatsumu]

masterlist - kuroko no basket

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ last updated -> 17-08-2023

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ characters i write for -> here

MURASAKIBARA ATSUSHI:

⦿ ROUGH ➡ smut, nsfw, swearing, established relationship

⦿ TINY ➡ smut, size kink, swearing, established relationship

KISE RYOTA:

⦿ HIS ➡ fluff, mild angst, early relationship, slightly suggestive

ALL:

⦿ Reacting to you wearing their jersey

[vanilla--shake]

Actually, I have a fanfiction about this!

During a summer training camp at Teikou, the only manager who could participate was Momoi, so she was in charge of the meals. Despite everyone fearing for their lives, Aomine was the only one to voice his discontent, which angered Momoi. She divided the team into two groups that would compete in a cooking contest, and the winners would cook instead of her. The first team consisted of Aomine, Kise, and Kuroko, while the second team included Akashi, Murasakibara, and Midorima. Midorima, Kuroko, and Kise were well aware that the goal was to lose, to avoid spending the summer camp cooking. Aomine and Akashi, despite the disadvantage of winning, absolutely didn’t want to lose. Murasakibara just wanted to eat something and went to the vending machines, skipping the contest. P.S. Midorima’s lucky item of the day was a ladle. P.P.S. In the end, Momoi made Aomine’s team win, but only to punish him. Akashi claimed that this was his plan all along, so it wasn’t really a loss for him.

[veroniquesboutique]

A Good First Impression - Atsushi Murasakibara x AFAB!Reader

I am feral over Atsushi Murasakibara. Worms using my brain for food type of feral. Foaming at the mouth type of feral.

He is unironically my phone background type of feral.

So, uh....here's this. Personally, I feel real great about it, so I hope you enjoy it as well.

Title: A Good First Impression

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:

AFAB!Reader, Female Reader, f-receiving oral, fingering, it is genuinely only him eating you out, mention of m-receiving handjob, super intense orgasm, squirting, reluctance/hesitation about the squirting but not quite dubcon/noncon, baby used regularly as pet name, college au, fear of getting caught, getting caught after the fact, home for the holidays, parent mention

Characters & ships: boyfriend!Murasakibara Atsushi x AFAB!Reader

Word count: 2.6k words

Summary: Your long-term boyfriend is nervous about staying at your childhood home and meeting your parents for the first time for four reasons:

1 - He's tall, and people tend to comment on it. Too much. 2 - First impressions are a big deal, and what if he fucks it up with his future in-laws? 3 - He met you in college and is terrified of learning something about the you from before (spoiler: you pass the test!) 4 - He can't keep his hands off of you, and he doesn't want the embarrassment of getting caught.

18+ Minors DNI!

More explicit below the cut

Atsushi Murasakibara was nervous to meet your parents for many reasons.

First, his height. This was the first time he was meeting your family, and your parents weren’t exactly short per se, but he was a towering 6’10”. He hated new people having to crane their neck up to look at him, he hated the same three questions and two jokes that every person tells when they meet someone as tall as him, and he hated that he was going to have to learn the careful layout of your childhood home since it was likely not designed with someone of his towering stature in mind. It was always so embarrassing when he’d bump his head on too-low ceiling fans or when he had to bend too far to reach the sink. No one really realizes how weirdly isolating it feels to be at least a head taller than everyone around you, and that’s if he’s lucky. It definitely makes the first impression game much harder.

Second, the holidays. For some reason, instead of meeting your parents for the first time at a low-stakes dinner or briefly in public, he agreed to stay for a week for the holidays at your house. It wasn’t ideal, but they lived in the countryside, and a hotel would have been so inconvenient, so you two decided to stay with your parents. He even sat through the awkward conversation where you all had to figure out if he was sleeping in your room or on the couch. Your parents weren’t exactly the most conservative people in the world - they knew you lived with him now for God’s sake, so it’s not like they had no idea what you two got up to - but everyone was deeply uncomfortable with the suggestion of anything happening under their roof. That being said, none of their couches could handle him - re: the aforementioned height problem - so they made the disgruntled decision to let you two room together. Just no locking the door.

On top of it all, he wanted to bring them gifts, but he had no idea where to even start with holiday gifts for future in-laws he’d never met. You insisted that he didn’t really have to get them anything and that they’d be thankful for anything he put thought into, but that didn’t ease the burden of deciding if your dad was a beer guy or if he was a tool guy or if he was a sports guy or a grill guy or a music guy. The options made his head spin, and that’s not even touching all the possible gifts he could get your mother. This was it - THE first impression - and if he didn’t get it right, he was afraid of a rocky relationship with them forever.

Third, your childhood. He didn’t know you before you two met in college, so everything about you before you moved to the city is a complete mystery to him. His worst nightmare was discovering something about you that he would never be able to unsee. He had always hated the vulnerability in this moment in all of his previous relationships, and it had soured more than one relationship well before its expiry date.

The night you arrived, you showed him to your room, and he held his breath as you swung the door open for him. He walked in, looking around, waiting for the weird childhood shoe to drop, but…it didn’t. The room was fairly normal. It looked like it could be a teenage room in a movie. It seemed stale, set in time, but it didn’t give him the same feeling of ick throughout his body. Carefully, shelf by shelf, he investigated your knickknacks and decorations and memories, and everything he saw made him love the small piece of you that he knew more than the last. By the time he had overturned every stone in your room, his heart was beating harshly in the rhythm of your name.

“You look like you were expecting something crazy,” You laughed at him, having watched him snoop through your past.

He looked at you, his eyes full of warmth. “I was. I didn’t find anything.”

And then he snuck a kiss.

Fourth, the final most important reason he was nervous was you. Well, to be more specific, he was nervous because he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and this trip wasn’t going to change anything.

He was nervous because he didn’t want to get caught.

“Ah-Ah, ‘Sushi!” You moan, high pitched and trying to keep the volume low as you wiggle in his grip in an attempt to free yourself from the intensity of his tongue between your legs. Your wrist is pressed against your lips to dampen the sound. He tightens his grip on the back of your thighs, pushing your legs further apart and against your body, opening you up for him, and his tongue continues roughly sliding against your sensitive, buzzing clit.

“They aren’t home. You can be loud,” He grunts against you before wrapping his lips around you and sucking you into his mouth, and you can’t help it as you throw your head back and cry out at the feeling.

“They could be home any second!” You hiss, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face, and in response, he moans deeply, sending tingles through your body.

“Then cum before they get back.”

Biting your lip and panting, nearly winded, you stare down at him, meeting his eyes watching you just over your pelvis, and when his tongue dips into you and presses against your trembling walls, you moan loudly with a furrowed brow. Your fingers tangle through his messy purple strands, pushing his face against your core harder.

He slurps the messy wetness dripping out of you, the sound lewd enough to make you blush. “God, you taste so good,” He groans into you, his tongue desperate. “It’s been too long.”

“It’s been three days!” You laugh breathlessly, body convulsing at the small nudges of his nose against your clit as he drinks you in.

“And that’s three days too many,” he complains, shaking his head and smearing his face against the slickness between your legs. “I can’t wait like that. I need you all the time.”

You pant in response, unable to form words when his tongue finds your clit again, brushing against it at a punishing pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your stomach spasming, and he finally releases one of your legs from his controlling grip just to slide it up your needy slit and dip one of his long fingers into you. You nearly cum then, your back arching so aggressively that you hit your head against the wall, and he can’t help the small laugh that rumbles against your nerves.

“Careful, babe,” He mutters, curling the single finger inside you, and the feeling is such a warm, pleasurable tightness in your core.

“I’m going to cum,” You whisper, dropping your jaw open in pleasure, and you feel his smile in response.

“I’m not done yet, so if you cum now, you’re going to have to handle it when I keep going.”

You whimper, lip quivering and body shaking. Breathing, you attempt to stave off the orgasm that has you dangling off the edge of sanity. He slows his movements, watching you closely as he wrings you of cute little sounds and moans and shivers, and it helps when you suck in air, huffing through your nose to stop the trembling in your lower abdomen.

“Y-you said cum before they get back,” You counter, hissing the words through your teeth as you lean up, your toes curling tightly. His tongue helicopters against your throbbing clit, and he takes the hand that was on the back of your other thigh and places it atop your pelvis, pressing down as the finger still deep inside presses up, and you feel the telltale tightening in your core that makes you panic a little.

“You can choose to cum now and be overstimulated, or you can choose to cum later at the risk of your parents hearing you,” He looks up over you with a smile, a second finger suddenly pushing into you to meet the other. “I’m a believer in autonomy.”

As his two fingers now press into the gummy sweet spot in you, you confirm the tightening is definitely going to cause many, many more problems than he’s considering. You bring your hands to grip the bedding below you, trying to wiggle away again. “’Sushi, I-I, wait, I’m going to-” You frustratingly cut yourself off with a groan as his mouth finds your clit again.

“Going to what, babe?” His voice rumbles against you, and there’s a soft wash of pleasure moving through you like waves against a shore. You can only think that it’s going to be a pain to clean after this.

“It’s going to-I’m going to-”

“Aw, baby, I need you to use your words,” He teases, batting his eyelashes innocently when you shoot him a glare.

“I’m going to make a mess,” You grunt through gritted teeth, raising your eyebrows in hopes of him understanding the euphemism, and when it clicks in his brain, his eyes go bright and wide.

He hums darkly, pressing his fingers into you deeper and earning a surprised squeal out of you. “You’re going to squirt for me, baby?”

“God, I hate that word!” You yelp, involuntarily grinding your hips down onto him and panting out in tight, restrained pleasure. “You-you gotta stop now, I-”

“I wouldn’t dare waste this opportunity. You know I love making a mess of you.” His voice is dark, his eyes still teasing as he draws circles around your clit, and between the stretch of his now scissoring fingers, the pressure on your pelvis from his large hand, and his unrelenting pace on your sensitive spots, you’re seeing stars.

Falling back, you groan again, the feeling of uncomfortable tightening worsening deep in you. “The bedding!” You exclaim, arching your back, “I can’t-ah, fuck, I’ll mess up the bedding.”

“Your parents have a washer.”

“The bedding was from my grandmother,” You groan, scrunching up your face and writhing, closing your thighs around his head when it gets too intense. Hyperventilating, you press the side of your face into the pillow, bringing your hand to your face to bite down on your hand to quell the rocking of pleasure inside you now.

“Pity,” He mumbles, distracted too much by the sounds pouring from your mouth, the clenching of your pussy, the taste of your arousal coating his tongue, the slick sounds of his fingers deep in you, and the promise of even more to come (literally and figuratively). “We should’ve put a towel down, huh?”

You groan, frustrated by his lackadaisical demeanor but unable to communicate it as the feeling of pleasure floods your body. You can feel your eyes go a little hazy, and moments later, you call out, your orgasm hitting you like a wall of bricks. It feels like an electric shock through your body, every muscle in your body tensing with a tight zap as the dam breaks inside of you. You squirt, gushing and coating the bed and, effectively, Atsushi’s face, and the only thing that cuts through the absolute sensory overload of your pleasure is his praise that he groans against your skin.

“That’s it, baby, that’s so good. Feel it, c’mon, you can breathe. You taste so good, thank you, baby, thank you.”

With your heavy pants and soft, whimpering moans as aftershocks of the orgasm reverberate through you, your pussy pulses and throbs in time with your heart, and when he softly pushes into you one last time to wring the rest of it out of you, you squeak out a last whine as the final wave of your cum rushes out of you and over his hand. He chuckles at the sight, pulling out of you and dragging his tongue up his fingers while making dark, teasing eye contact with you. Watching his tongue work to lick all of your cum off his skin, your body trembles with both your world-shattering orgasm and the sudden impending need that pulses through you yet again already.

“Kiss me?” You breathe softly, lips barely parted, and he cracks a wide smile, laughing like he’s disbelieving of you.

“You’re going to be the death of me, baby.” His voice is tense and dark with desire, and he crawls up your body slowly, and he meets your mouth with his extended tongue. You lick against it, tasting yourself, and he moans out loud, his hips pressing against yours. His length, hard and impressive, rubs against you, and the friction makes you cry out. You’re too sensitive and overstimulated, but he just smirks against your lips. “I told you to choose carefully. I wasn’t done with you.”

His hand drags down your body, feeling your curves with a hint of possession in his grasp. When he reaches his waist where his hips are pressing into yours, he grips his belt, pulling at the buckle, ripping it through the belt loops on his pants -

The front door opens. The sound of rustling bags floats up to your room. The floorboards creak.

Your eyes go wide in panic.

“Sweetheart?” Your mother calls up the stairs. “We’re home! Atsushi and you should come down and help us with dinner.”

“Get up, get up!” You mutter under your breath, gently batting at his shoulder as he frantically slides off you and off the bed, fixing his belt and helping you by pulling your bedding off. You’re searching for clothes, quickly pulling them on your legs.

The stairs whine as someone climbs step by step.

Your face burns at the impending embarrassment. Atsushi is struggling to hide his arousal with his clothes, and you’re struggling to wipe the slowly drying slick from between your thighs. Your bedding lays in a crumpled, suspicious ball on your mattress.

“Sweetheart?” Your mother asks again, her voice much closer than before.

The doorknob jiggles against the lock.

“C-coming!” You call back, pushing your fingers through your hair as Atsushi wipes his hands down his face to clean up any mess left behind.

“Your door’s-”

You cut off your mother’s inquiry about the locked door by swinging it open. “Sorry, force of habit,” You laugh, opening the door wide enough that she can see Atsushi sitting at your desk with his phone in his hand. He nods a greeting at her.

Her eyes flit to your unmade bed, back down to you, and back over to Atsushi. A slight blush covers her cheeks. “We…we brought groceries for dinner. Would you two like to come help?”

You look over your shoulder at Atsushi who meets your gaze. After a moment, he shrugs and nods. “Sure, we’d love to.”

“Great…come…down when you’re ready,” Your mother says awkwardly, quickly excusing herself back down the stairs. Once you hear her shoes click into the kitchen, you shut the door again, pressing your back to it as you finally let the air in your lungs go in a long sigh. You look up at Atsushi who is trying to bite back his laughter.

“Do you think she noticed?” You wince, knowing the answer.

“Oh yes, absolutely. She knows everything,” He stands, lumbering across the room towards you. He kisses your nose, his hand meeting yours on the doorknob. “Let’s go help with dinner.” He thinks. “And maybe later you can pay me back with a handjob in the shower.”

You groan, the thought of the blush on your mother’s face making your embarrassment burn brighter. “Absolutely not.”

[rireraa]

his favourite thing I

[all characters aged up, mdni]

Murasakibara X f!reader

there are no doubts of him loving to eat.

with aging, he had the urge to try out more than just the sweetness of the candy from his everyday life. firstly starting with different food from his home country, then going to the international land, cooking curry, baking bretzels, freezing mochi and everything else he found in the internet

as he thought, he had experienced every flavour in this world, it hit him like a car crash when he had your dripping cunt the first time below his face. the combination of bitterness, spice and sweetness was something he had never lived through before. and after the first shock had faded, it shifted into addiction.

every day, every hour, every second of his life he needs to taste that pussy of yours. when he isn't able to for more than a day, this man drives crazy. his head starts spinning because all his blood rushes into his cock, craving the feeling of you. on his mouth. making you cum for him like this is the thing which keeps him alive

if you are outside, he will do everything in his possibility to get at least some private seconds to eat you out. might it be pulling you into a private toilet cabine while being at the mall, having you laying on the bench of the locker room during the half-time break of an offical game, or if there is no other option, guiding his fingers into your panties and then licking your wetness off them while you guys are sitting at the table with his family

sometimes he is that hungry, he forgets about the time existing and eats you out for hours, having you cumming literally twenty times on his tongue in just a short time. body limb, sweaty and exhausted you would think it's finally over because he would lift his head from your cunt after an eternity, but only to place you on the edge of the bed, leading you to the next edge of your orgasm

"one more time, please. i need you one more time"

part II

[thewritetofreespeech]

KnB Thanksgiving

today is Thanksgiving in the states! Here's an extra treat with our favorite basketball idiots for when you need a break.

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“How far out are we on the turkey?”

“It’ll be a few more hours.” Kagami answered while inspecting the meat thermometer and taking a few extra seconds to give the turkey another baste. “It’s a big bird.”

“Where did you even get a turkey that size here?” You ask out of curiosity. You loved being in Japan for school, but there were a few things from America you missed. Like genuine Rice Krispie treats, football Sundays (even though you were never really a fan of the sport), and Thanksgiving.

Since your current home country did not celebrate it, you had been feeling nostalgic all November about missing out. Luckily, Kagami was there to commiserate. Being an American, and also a big eater, it was one of his favorite holidays. You both tried to explain to your friends what the holiday was all about, but no one seemed to get it. Finally you just broke down and said ‘lets just do one!’. Which brought you to the present and co-host of the first ever Japan-American-Thanksgiving.

“I didn’t get it. It just showed up here one day. I thought you ordered it?”

“I ordered it.” Akashi announced as he came into the kitchen to inspect what was going on. “When Kuroko told me about the festivities, and that we would need a turkey to have a proper Thanksgiving, which was causing challenges, I had one flown in.”

“Nice to know people with connections.” You tease. Or just people with money.

“If it was going to take so long to cook, why didn’t you put it in sooner Baka-gami?” Aomine asked. Helping himself to the chips he had brought as his contribution. “I’m hungry!”

“Shut up Aho-mine!” Kagami snapped back. “You’re not even doing anything. If you want to complain, you need to help.”

“But you just look so cute in your little apron, Baka-gami.” The red head growled at the blunette who just grinned maliciously at him.

“Why don’t you help with the potatoes, Aomine?” You interject to stop the fight. “I need them peeled before I can boil and mash them.”

“I already did them.” You jump a little as Kuroko suddenly appeared beside you, as was his way, with a bowl of freshly peeled and diced potatoes. “Here you go.”

“How did you get these done so fast?? When did you get these done so fast??”

“A while ago.” Kuroko told you. “They seemed like they needed to get done so I just did them.”

“[Y/N]-chin….” Your attention turned to Murasakibara now, who was staring longingly at the pies & desserts. “If dinner is going to be a while, can I eat some pie?”

“No. Those are for after dinner.”

Murasakibara frowned and slumped down to sit on his butt by the kitchen island in protest. You were surprised he didn’t just crawl under the table, assuming he could fit….

“Why don’t you boys go play basketball or something?” You suggested. Exasperated at this point and just needing them all out of the kitchen. Too many cooks and all that, except none of them (except Kagami) were cooking and just annoying you.

“Are you sure [Y/N]?” Kagami asked. Hopeful, but clearly very torn about leaving you to do all the work.

“Yes. I’m sure. We’re at a good holding point right now. It’s just watching, and stirring, and covering a few things. I can manage.”

“Awwww~!” Kise whined. “But I wanted to help [Y/N] make the cranberry sauce. I don’t think I’ll like it, but it always looks so pretty in pictures.”

“I’ll let you help me put it into bowls when you get back.” You compromise. “Go on now. There are too many of you here right now, and I’ll have Himuro help when he shows up before I send him you’re way too. Plus the others.” Most of the Serin team would be showing up shortly. Not everyone could get free time from their families, as they already had plans with the short notice, but a lot didn’t and were just excited to hang out.

“Well….if you’re sure…” Kagami said again, but this time already taking off his apron to go.

“Physical exercise is essential before a big meal.” Midorima chimed in. “It will honestly make the dinner that more enjoyable. Not that you need any help I’m sure, [Y/N].” You smile at his semi-compliment.

“Go on! You boys go play and by the time you get back it’ll all be done.”

“Yeah. Let’s go Baka-gami.” Aomine already getting up and getting his sneakers. “Free food and I get to trounce you in basketball? I can see why you like this holiday so much.”

“The only one getting trounced is you Aho-mine!”

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable though, Aomine.” The boys all look up from putting on their shoes to look at you. “This isn’t pure altruism. Second that dinner hits the table, I’m not lifting another finger for the rest of the day. So, you better save some energy in those hands for all the dishes you’ll be washing.”

Aomine’s face turned bleak as he thought on the mountain likely waiting for him upon return, while Kise laughed at him. Clearly thinking of escape, but he wouldn’t miss out on all the food that was promised. So muttered something about them being back later while the rest of the boys gave more enthusiastic goodbyes on the way out.

“Psst! Murasaki-kun.” The giant turned around, with his typical bland expression, which instantly brightened when you handed him a white chocolate cranberry cookie, along with a quite ‘ssh’ as your finger pressed to your lips. He scarfed it down in one go and then went to go play with the others.

You chuckle a little. Happy to see them all so happy, but also for the peace & quiet for a moment. “Now where did Kagami put that baster?”

[pumpkin-bats]

What's Important - Daiki Aomine x Reader

a/n: The poll has spoken! And tbh the results genuinely surprised me. Since Aomine and Akashi tied, I’m gonna do them both! KEEP IN MIND THAT ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP. Thank you. I hope you all enjoy!

summary: He shows up for something important to you that you thought he'd skip.

contains: sfw topics, a bit of personal space invasion, gentle above the neck touching, gender neutral terms for the reader.

wc: 1k+

It wasn't a date or an anniversary, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel equally as important.

The thing that set you on the path for your particular set of career goals was a very specific internship. Ever since your third year of college began, you've focused all your energy and efforts towards trying to get said internship. And you had to learn the hard way that it was a high competition, low acceptance, and extremely difficult to qualify for type gig. Yet you made it.

You'd gotten the news earlier that morning as Daiki was getting ready to head out. In your excitement, you'd nearly burned your hand on the stove.

Thanks to your blatant level of enthusiasm, you ended up explaining the situation to your boyfriend before you could accidentally launch an egg at his face trying to silently contain yourself. And with some huffing and puffing, you both settled on plans to celebrate later in the evening.

At the time, you were too blinded by the pure, utter joy that overcame you that you'd forgotten. Now, as you sit on the couch with food spread across the coffee table along with a few other things, you remembered.

The thing is, Daiki isn't the most... timely person. Not to say he didn't treat you well, he did, he just has an issue with showing up to certain events on time, if at all.

The both of you met in your second year of high school. Things started as a tentative friendship, bordering on arch enemies, before it developed into something more around your third year. And over the years you learned a thing or two about his track record in terms of attendance. Namely, how he'd built a bad habit of skipping basketball practice or any other event he deemed unimportant.

As much as you'd like to say it was something you didn't have to worry about anymore, he still had a tendency to miss or skip out on plans the two of you have made. You'll never forget how one time, during the earlier parts of your budding relationship, he bailed on a date for something he refused to specify. That was also the first time you had your first major fight.

All that to say, as the seconds ticked by and it became a good half hour or so past the agreed upon meetup time, you realized this might just be one of those events he deemed unimportant.

You held out hope, but it was a brittle thing. After all, you knew that getting the internship had a bigger effect on you than it did him. Still... you waited a bit longer.

When it was creeping toward a full hour after what you planned for, you slowly stood up and shuffled forward to start putting the food away. It was when you reached for a large bowl of chips, fingertips barely grazing over the rim, that you heard the lock to the front door click before the telltale squeak of it opening.

"Hey, practice ran late so-" You stand there, arm stretched out in midair, staring like a deer caught in the headlights at your boyfriend who'd just stepped into the living room. A towel was slung loosely over the back of his neck and he'd been using one end to scrub at the back of his hair, but paused when his eyes met yours.

"Why do you look so surprised? It's just me." He asked, lowering the towel and raising a brow at your frozen figure.

"You're back," you answered, quite dumbly in fact.

"I live here. And we have the whole-" he gestured vaguely at everything you'd set up and had yet to put away, "Celebration thing for you internship thing."

"Yeah, but... you're actually gonna celebrate it with me." His brows furrowed, a frown creeping onto his face at the baffled way you said it.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Oh, well, no, because I thought- I just-" it took you a second to kick your brain back into gear and unfreeze long enough to spit out a coherent sentence. "I didn't know if you really would. Not to be rude but... you don't have the best track record when it comes to going through with plans."

"What?" His expression soured for a moment, voice dipping low and biting. It lasted for all but a second as he clearly forced himself to relax. 

Daiki stepped into the room, dumping his bag on a nearby chair before moving closer to you. His steps were heavy but they didn't thunder as he approached you. A faint smell of sweat drifted from him and you're suddenly reminded of how, despite his complex with the sport since high school, he continued to play and practice.

"I'm here, aren't I?" In a few strides he stood toe to toe with you, your neck aching from how far back you had to pull your head in order to look up at him. "No way I'd miss something you talked my ear off about all morning."

"That's because it means a lot to me."

"That's why I'm here."

There was a moment where the two of you stared at one another in silence. The deep blue of his eyes glinted under the lamplight, sharp enough to cut. His gaze was intense enough that you needed to fight the urge to take a step back. It felt like electricity snapping and dancing across your skin with the way it prickled under the full weight of his attention.

To help diffuse some of the charged energy in the room, you let a nervous chuckle slip out and poke playfully at his stomach. Though it clearly did nothing when it felt like poking straight concrete.

"I thought you'd say something like 'the only one who can tell me when to do things is me.'" You chuckled weakly at yourself,  pitching your voice a bit lower to mimic his voice. His eye twitched and it's all the warning you get before he moves.

His fingers reached out to glide along your jawline and settled gently on your cheek. Not a caress, but similar enough to it that your breath hitched at the touch. He bent down to be as level with you as his monstrous height allowed him to be. 

There was no escaping the oceanic chasm in his eyes, swallowing in the sight of you and holding you firmly in place. A soft smirk played at his lips when he leaned in close, nose nearly brushing yours.

"The only thing that's more important to me than me, is you."

{Fin!} Thank you for reading ^o^/

[kentumi]

city of angels

kagami taiga x reader

*+:.. b4 u read ... fluffy (?), gn friendly, college au (?), implied height difference between kagami n reader, barely proofread = a lil messy (；ω；)

a/n: waow i've never written something so happy this long before >< sorry if it's a little everywhere.. i'm not the best at writing fluff hu (◞‸◟) i feel like this had the potential to be wayy way way way way better ,, also.. i debated on making this a multi-chapter series? but i'm not sure if it's worth expanding on it so let me know wat u guys think in my inbox (づ_ど)

los angeles.

new home, new beginnings. getting an apartment here definitely wasn't easy and barely made it within your list of "apartment requirements."

a wave of stress comes upon you as you arrive at the tenant's office. here to pick up your keys, you would officially start a new chapter. as you stand in front of the building, you second guess your decision on moving to the big city. in comparison to your previous place, the two heavily contrasted. since the beginning, you always held a fear that you wouldn't become accustomed to your new style of living here. within those fears, one of them stood out the most to you: making new connections.

"alright, just sign here.. and the keys are all yours," the tenant smiles. her smile is warm and welcoming. just what you needed.

"i'm assuming you've been to los angeles before, right?" she asks in attempt to ease your mood. the stress that resided in you could probably be seen from a mile away. however, you were too caught up in making sure that no mistakes were on the final paperwork.

"oh! uh- no, not really.. i decided to move here on a whim to start new and," your voice trails off. then it really sinks in; what kind of decision was it to move to a city that you've never been to before? that you knew barely anything about? you can feel the look she gives you without even turning your attention to her.

"well, i wish you luck on your journey. welcome to the city of angels," she smiles again. this time, her words catch you off guard. your eyes dart straight to her and she has the same warm smile on her face. in that moment, you realize that maybe, just maybe, things will be alright.

"yeah.. yeah! thank you!" you stutter. she drops the keys into your hands, and you're on your way.

"city of angels," you whisper to yourself. "i wonder if it lives up to its name." sure, the tenant herself was already an angel and already served the name right, but what's a city of them if there's only one?

making your way to your flat, you take notice to the athletic center of your complex. basketball, tennis, swim. there's a spot for almost everything. however, that grows out of your concern. the red-headed figure on the basketball court wounds up taking your full attention. several attempts were made to get a glimpse of his face, but the world only worked against you. back turned to you, you were only able to admire the passion in his movements across the court.

swinging the door open, you get a whiff of the freshly painted walls of your flat. your tenant had just been here assuring the final touches, which you had assumed since the kitchen lights had already been on. the empty space fully submerges you into your new reality, and you decide, it's time to get to work.

stumbling down the stairs and back into the parking lot, you make way to the moving truck. struggling to set up the ramp, you became convinced that dealing with the truck's contraptions was harder than trudging your boxes up the stairs.

a half hour passes, and you're whooped already. you've moved about four out of the fifteen boxes and you're also definitely at your limit. the workload had you debating on calling it a day and just sleeping on the floor with a sheet for the night.

"hey, you need some help?" an unfamiliar voice shakes you out of your thoughts.

whipping your head around, you're met with the chest of a stranger. and when you look up, your eyes meet with the eyes of the redhead from the basketball court. for some reason, a shiver makes its way down your spine. what was this feeling? you can tell he's shaken up too, eyes wide and jaw clenched.

he looks a little mean, but you can tell he's soft. his gorgeous face and impressive height held your focus for a little too long. you also take notice to the muscle he packs on his arms. the mystery man you were just admiring was now standing right in front of you offering.. help?

you stumble on your words, "oh! i mean, if you don't mind.." and before you knew it, the box in your hands disappeared.

"i can handle it. carry whatever's easiest," his voice was charming. fierce, yet kind. he was confident in his abilities, but not too arrogant. following that, you let him take over.

"you from around here?" he asks, breaking the silence. the two of you had been focused on not tripping up the stairs with your hands full.

"no, actually. it's my first time in los angeles," you smile to yourself. suddenly, living here didn't sound too bad. not if he was around.

your redheaded assistant exclaims out of shock, exhibiting the same reaction as your tenant but with his own twist, "well, i hope you come to like it here. it's a beautiful city, really."

you nod, and it goes silent again.

"what was your name? i didn't quite catch it before," you needed to know who he was. after all, he was your athletic center crush turned moving assistant.

" 'names taiga. taiga kagami," you can tell he's proud of himself. not in the sense that he was an arrogant loser, but that the journey connected to his name was all worth.

"well, it’s nice to meet you taiga. i'm y/n, and i am very grateful to be having you help me," you smile. it's obvious that your comment flusters him.

"mm," his shoulders are tense and his voice grows quieter than it was before. with that tough look on his face, you'd never think he'd become easily flustered like this.

a few hours pass, and taiga places the rest of your stuff next to the front door, "you need help with anything else?"

"i think i'll be fine," you smile, "thank you again for helping me. i think i would've just given up on moving had you not showed up."

you find it cute the way he scratches the back of his head. a gentle giant, he was. and for a moment, you both steal a glance from one another. he plays it off, acting as if he was observing the room. the room grows silent once more, and you decide it's your turn to break it.

"oh yeah, i've been meaning to ask.. where's your place at? unless you're just here to use the courts," you joke, but he pouts.

"actually, i'm right across from you," it sounds like he takes pride in where he resides. right across from you. what a steal.

the way everything fell into place so perfectly had you starstruck. you couldn't believe that the man, who simply started out as a mystery crush, turned assistant, had now turned into the boy next door. or rather, across the hall.

shock made itself at home on your face. you were speechless, unsure on how to recover from this right in front of him.

"what a coincidence this must be then," you smile, trying to sound like what he just said didn't just send you through the roof. he smiles back, but this time, it feels more welcoming. the former desolation of your empty apartment becomes warm and you feel an invisible pressure lifted off of your shoulders. however, the feeling is all too familiar.

"well, i'll be across the hall if you ever need anything. just ring the doorbell and i'll get to ya," he shoots you another smile, and up and out the door he goes. at first, you debate on stopping him and offering to take him to eat out, but you decide you're not bold enough for that yet.

the evening replays in your mind as you hover over your kitchen counter. his kind nature paired with his athletic abilities topped with his physique had you absolutely whipped. you'd align him with your definition of angelic.

maybe los angeles truly was the city of angels, and taiga just so happened to find his way to you.

[kkeidawrites]

Something Borrowed

Day 23 of Blacktober! Still sick and shit but here you guys go!

A warm morning rose in the horizon, as students made their quiet walk to school. Properly dressed in their uniforms and holding their backpacks, students entered into their friend groups as they made walked through the front gates of campus.

Teachers waved at them in greeting to some while others scolded the typical juveniles that were already making a ruckus.

All of a sudden, the courtyard of students immediately goes silent as a group of students makes their way through the parting crowds of students.

The famous basketball team known as the Generation of Miracles were like their own version of celebrities at Teikō Junior High and quite frankly the only known sports team that was the reason for bringing so many new students to attend.

Almost immediately, all the girls are running up to Kise cheering and gushing over him; the blonde mentioned is more than happy to welcome the attention.

“Kise, come on we have to go!” Daiki yells annoyed.

“We’ll just meet him in class Daiki, no need to wait for him. He couldn’t move if he wanted to anyway.” Akashi says readjusting his bag over his shoulder.

Once in class, the basketball players were seated in their selected seats and talked amongst themselves.

“Did you hear about the new volleyball player that moved from the states? I heard she’s really good!” A student sitting in front of Akashi gossips.

“No way! Is she hot?” Another student asks excitedly.

“No idea, I haven’t seen or heard anyone around say anything but if she’s a volleyball player then she has to be smokin’!” They say and Daiki hums in thought at the new information.

“A new volleyball player? They’re letting in more players this year? I thought tryouts were over?” Nijimura asks.

“Maybe something happened.”

Midorima juggled his lucky item of the day, this time an eraser as he listened to his teammates speak. He didn’t know why they cared about things so trivial, they had a game in two days and that was more important than some new face on campus.

The toll of the school bell rings and the students hanging out around their friend’s desks scrambled to take their seats. Once everyone was settled, the teacher walks in to stand behind their brown desk.

“Good morning everyone, as you know we have a quiz today on the skeleton so I hope you have prepared for it.”

Groans are heard as the teacher waves their hand to dismiss the noises.

“If you studied then this will be easy to do. But before we start, we have a new student attending our class and I would hope that you all will be nice to her. Come on in Y/n!” The teacher calls.

The classroom door slides open and in steps in the new student that they were referring to. The gasps and awes from the seated students were heard as the student stands in front of the classroom. Donning the female school uniform and uwabakis, the new student gives a polite smile.

“Good morning everyone, my name is L/n Y/n, I just moved here a few days ago and I hope we all can get along!” She bows to the students.

The GOM watched the new girl with a peaked interest, especially Midorima who pushes up his glasses up his nose.

Her hair was styled in a low ponytail her curls flared out down her back, dark brown skin, white teeth, and black rimmed glasses showing off brown eyes.

“Very good, Y/n now you can take your seat in front of Midorima. Midorima, if you could please raise your hand.” The teacher calls and the green haired student does as he’s told.

Y/n makes her way to the empty desk in front of the one called Midorima and nods in greeting to him. Sitting in her seat, she takes out her books and green pencil case and focuses in front of her as the teacher begins their lesson.

Midorima hmphs indifferently and starts to write down the review notes for today’s quiz.

“Psst!” He ignores the sound.

“Psssst!” Again, ignoring and writing faster.

“Psssssssssst! Midorima!” Sighing and rolling his eyes, Midorima looks behind him to see Daiki trying to get his attention.

“What?” Midorima hisses.

“Pass this off to the new girl.” He shoves a folded piece of paper to Midorima who frowns in annoyance.

“No.” He deadpans.

“Come on, you’re literally right behind her. Please?” Daiki begs and Midorima takes the paper and throws it over to where Kuroko is sitting.

“Ah Midorima!” Daiki hisses aggravated while Midorima returns to his studies.

Kuroko ever so curious, opens up the letter and reads it quietly. He then turns around and makes a blank face at Daiki who blushes embarrassed.

“It’s not for you, you halfwit!” He whispers then points to Y/n who is busy writing down what was on the board.

Kuroko shrugs and politely places the piece of paper on Y/n’s desk who looks up to see who placed it on her desk.

Kuroko waves in kind and starts writing on his paper, Y/n picks up the piece of paper and reads the note.

‘Hey, I think you’re pretty want to go out sometime?’

Pursing her lips, Y/n gives a raised brow at Kuroko who shakes his head and points his thumb behind him. Y/n follows the thumb to see a blue haired boy with a smirk on his lips and a wink sent her way.

Y/n crumbles up the paper and sets it beside her pencil case.

“Not interested.” she whispers and Daiki just smirks even more.

“Alright, everyone it’s time for the quiz! Go ahead and put your notes and review sheets away.” The teacher says with a pile of blank quiz papers in their arms as they walked down the three aisles of desks and set down a quiz for each student they passed.

Once everyone got theirs, the teacher sits back down at their desk and puts a timer of thirty minutes on their phone.

The sounds of pencils scribbling and are heard throughout the classroom. Midorima had just about finished his quiz without struggling on any of the questions.

He looks up when he heard the sound of cluttering of mechanical pencils and sees Y/n was looking for something in her pencil case. He goes back to his test and scribbles the last of his answers.

“Oh man,” she groans and sighs. She left her eraser at home and of course this would happen when she was taking a test, but she needed to change one equation and she would be done.

Looking around her, she could see the other students had their own erasers on their pencils and thought it would be awkward to ask to use it.

Turning around, she taps on the green haired student’s desk getting his attention as he looks up at her.

“Sorry to bother you but,” she points at his eraser sitting by his quiz paper.

“Can I borrow that really quick? I promise to give it back.” She promised and Midorima looked at her like she had gained another head.

“Ask someone else.” He tries to say politely but, Y/n shakes her head.

“Everyone else has one on their pencils and it would be impolite and weird to ask to borrow their pencil.” She says.

Midorima mulls over his decision to hand over his lucky item and subconsciously picks it up, rubbing it gently.

“You’ll give it right back? No funny business?” He asks. Y/n nods and Midorima bites his lip in hesitation as he hovered the eraser over her open outstretched hand. Y/n could see he was practically shaking and gave a soft smile, closing her hand.

“You don’t have to give it to me, it’s okay. I can just mark it out and write over it, okay? It’s no big deal. Thanks anyway.” She says and turns back around to continue on her quiz.

Midorima however, lets out a relieved sigh and places the eraser back on his desk. However, now, he couldn’t focus on finishing his quiz, he looked up at Y/n’s back and then back down at the eraser.

“Ten more minutes everyone!” Their teacher announced and Midorima looked down to see he had one more question to finish but, he couldn’t even read the question as he kept looking over at the eraser.

Sighing, Midorima puts down his pencil and picks up the eraser again. Holding it, and caressing the soft pink coating, he leans forward in his seat and taps Y/n on her right shoulder.

She jumps slightly and looks behind her to see Midorima holding out his eraser to her. Eyes widening in surprise, Y/n gently takes the eraser and looks at him in shock.

“Are you sure you want me to use this? You don’t mind?” She asks.

“Just hurry and fix your mistake and let me have it back.” He says snippy.

“Okay, I’ll be very quick I promise!” She says and turns around to eraser her mistake.

The other GOM members stare at Midorima in shock, even Kuroko was gaping at him in disbelief. Midorima had never allowed anyone to touch his lucky item before and all of a sudden this girl not only touched it but used it.

Just as promised, Y/n hands Midorima his eraser back and he looks it over to see it had barely been touched, no pink shavings or anything was left on it.

Setting it back down, Midorima finishes his quiz and leans back in his chair with his arms folded, avoiding the gaze of his teammates but sneaking glances at Y/n every once in a while.

Within the next couple of days, everyone got their quizzes back graded and class was over for the day. Today, Y/n is bombarded by the girls in the classroom all wanting to know where she was from and what she was like.

Midorima however, was still being bombarded by his teammates in the hallways, their destination to lunch. His brisk walk away from his teammates didn’t do much as they kept up the same pace as he through the hallways to the cafeteria.

“Come on Midorima! What was that about a couple of days ago? You just let some random girl touch your lucky item! Something you have NEVER let anyone do before!” Kise says and Midorima just remains silent, blatantly ignoring his and the others questioning.

“I told you all to leave me alone-“

“Midorima! Hey!” The GOM members stop in the middle of the hallway and look behind them to see Y/n running up to them, her bag bouncing on her hip as she came closer.

Stopping abruptly, she is met with Daiki using his tall body to lean down to her height and smirk at her.

“Hey there, Y/n did you change your mind about what I asked ya earlier this week?” He asks and Y/n frowns disinterested and makes her way over to Midorima. Waving politely to the other members of his group, Y/n focuses on Midorima who is staring at her with a confused look on his face.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for letting me use your eraser. That really helped me out.” She says with a smile and then digs into her bag.

“Here,” she pulls out another eraser and holds it out for him to take. Midorima looks at the eraser and notices that it is the same one as the one he had. Taking it into his hands, he carefully inspects the eraser for any trace of indifference or damages and then back to Y/n.

“I really appreciate it but, I have to go now, enjoy your new eraser.” She says and is quick to leave the GOM, her waving at them as she departs.

“Wow, now that’s something I’ve never seen before. A girl who is nice enough to give something to Midorima? That’s new.” Murasakibara mutters.

He watches the girl go and tightens his fist around the eraser in his right hand, a small smile appearing on his lips then quickly disappearing before any of his teammates saw.

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[ladybunny44]

Hi hi! If it's okay I'd like to request hehehe, akashi seijuro and reader fic (in a relationship) where they're still at teiko and the whole situation happens, akashi orders reader to break up because they probably don't want this version of him but reader doesn't want to and stays in the relationship and the reader follows seijuro to rakuzan pls. Fluff and comfort pls 🥺

I loved the emperor's sweet spot very much, it's very rare to find more reader fics of him🥹❤️

🌙 Through Every Version of You 🌹

Pairing : Akashi Seijuro x Gn!Reader

Genre : ❕️☁️

Word Count : ~2000

Summary : Akashi Seijuro, the prodigy of Teiko’s basketball team, decides to push you away, believing you can’t accept every side of him. Despite the heartbreak, your love for him never falters. With the help of your best friend, you follow him to Rakuzan, determined to prove your devotion and show him that you’ve always loved him, unconditionally. Featuring emotional reunions, heartfelt confessions, and the softer side of Akashi that only you get to see.

TW/CW : Angst with a happy ending, sweet and tender romance also emotional confrontational and reconciliation. 🌧

NOTIFICATIONS ꩜ ₊ ⊹! : Enjoy the oneshot! Thank you for the request :) 📚

『••✎••』

The rain poured heavily outside the Teiko gym, its rhythmic sound echoing through the quiet campus. You waited near the entrance, nervously twisting the silver bracelet on your wrist—a gift from Akashi Seijuro, given on your first anniversary. The small charm, a basketball and a cherry blossom, dangled lightly, a bittersweet reminder of happier times.

When Akashi finally emerged, his dual-colored eyes met yours. For a fleeting second, they softened, but his expression quickly turned sharp and unreadable.

“We need to talk,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

The weight of his words settled in your chest like a stone, but you followed him outside, the rain-soaked courtyard becoming the stage for a conversation you didn’t want to have.

“We should break up.”

His words hit like a slap. You stared at him, your hand reflexively clutching the bracelet on your wrist.

“What are you talking about, Seijuro?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He avoided your gaze, his jaw tightening. “This isn’t working. I’ve thought about it, and it’s for the best. You don’t—” He hesitated, his voice faltering for just a moment. “You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve me.”

The tears in your eyes blurred your vision, but you stepped closer, determined to get through to him. “What are you saying? I love you, Seijuro. Why are you doing this?”

“I’m doing this for you,” he snapped, his tone harsher than you’d ever heard. “You don’t know what it’s like—the other side of me. I won’t let you suffer because of it.”

“You think so little of me?” you said, your voice breaking. “I’ve seen the sides of you, Seijuro. All of them. And I love every single one.”

He froze, his expression faltering as if your words had hit their mark. But then he stepped back, his face hardening once more. “This is final,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

With that, he walked away, leaving you in the rain, clutching the bracelet and the pieces of your shattered heart.

Months passed, and while the heartbreak lingered, your resolve never wavered. Akashi’s absence left a void, but you knew him better than anyone. His cold demeanor was a façade, and no matter how far he pushed you away, you couldn’t let him shoulder everything alone.

One sunny afternoon, you met Aya, your best friend, at your favorite park. The two of you sat on the grass, flipping through high school brochures and discussing your futures.

“So,” Aya began, glancing at you slyly, “any idea where you’re going yet?”

You sighed, staring at the Rakuzan High brochure in your lap. “Not really,” you lied, your fingers brushing against the bracelet Akashi had given you.

Aya raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Nice try, but I know you. You’re still hung up on Akashi, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks flushed as you avoided her gaze. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about him.”

She leaned closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “Well, it’s a good thing I know where he’s going.”

Your head snapped up. “What? How?”

She smirked, holding up her phone. “My boyfriend hangs out with some of his old teammates. They let it slip he’s heading to Rakuzan.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Rakuzan,” you murmured.

Aya grinned, nudging you. “And guess what? Rakuzan is on your list of schools, too. Coincidence? I think not.”

You bit your lip, the idea of following Akashi both exciting and nerve-wracking. “What if he doesn’t want to see me?”

Aya rolled her eyes. “Please. He’s probably brooding somewhere, missing you like crazy but too stubborn to admit it. Someone has to knock some sense into him, and that someone is you.”

The first month at Rakuzan was a whirlwind of new classes and faces, but the one person you wanted to see remained just out of reach. You heard whispers of Akashi’s name in the hallways and caught fleeting glimpses of him on campus, but he always seemed untouchable, a distant figure at the top of a mountain.

It wasn’t until Aya cornered you after class one day that things began to change.

“I just heard from one of his teammates that Akashi’s at the gym right now,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “This is your chance.”

You hesitated, clutching your bag tightly. “What if he doesn’t want to see me?”

Aya crossed her arms. “Y/N, you didn’t transfer here just to avoid him. Go. You owe it to yourself—and to him.”

Her words gave you the push you needed. Heart pounding, you made your way to the gym, the bracelet on your wrist a comforting weight.

When you arrived at the gym, your nerves nearly got the better of you. But as you stepped inside, your eyes immediately found him. Akashi stood in the center of the court, his presence commanding as ever.

For a moment, you froze, unsure of what to say. Then, as if sensing your gaze, Akashi turned. His mismatched eyes widened slightly when they landed on you.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice unreadable. “What are you doing here?”

“I go here since it's in my school list, coincidently, i heard about you going here.” you said, your voice steady despite your racing heart. “I told you I wasn’t going to leave you, Seijuro. I meant it.”

Behind you, Aya grinned mischievously as she spotted a few Rakuzan teammates lingering curiously at her at the edges of the gym. She urges all of them together to watch the k-drama unfold, Soon enough, they were all poorly hiding behind gym equipment, watching intently.

“I don’t understand,” Akashi said, his usually composed expression faltering. “Why would you…”

“Because I love you,” you interrupted, stepping closer. You held up your wrist, the bracelet catching the light. “You gave this to me, remember? It symbolizes trust. I never stopped believing in you, Seijuro. Not for a second.”

His eyes softened, the walls he’d built around himself crumbling. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice shaking slightly. “For everything. For trying to push you away.”

You smiled, reaching out to take his hand. “I forgave you a long time ago. I just want to move forward—together.”

⋆⭒˚｡⋆༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

『••✎••』

Later That Evening

The two of you sat on a quiet bench outside the gym after Akashi finishes practicing, the evening breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers. Akashi’s hand rested over yours, his grip firm but tender, as if he were afraid you might disappear.

“You’re too good to me,” he said softly, his crimson-and-gold eyes locked on yours.

“You don’t get to decide that,” you replied teasingly, your fingers interlacing with his. “I stayed because I love you, Seijuro. That’s my choice.”

He smiled faintly, his gaze filled with an emotion so rare it took your breath away. Slowly, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

When he pulled back, his lips hovered close to yours. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice filled with both guilt and affection.

“You deserve love, Seijuro,” you whispered, leaning closer. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

This time, you closed the distance, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft, tender, and full of unspoken promises.

[stargaze-issei]

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[teamatsumu]

: ̗̀➛ rough.

✎ pairing: murasakibara atsushi x reader

✎ word count: 1,141

✎ nsfw, smut, explicit content

Murasakibara doesn’t get intense in bed often. He doesnt have to. He is already so massive that minimal effort is enough to completely wear you out. The problems start when he does get intense in bed.

After the Seirin game, there was no stopping him. No talking him down or trying to calm him. He was frustrated and irritated and he needed to vent. And there you were, a convenient target.

The headboard creaked and groaned in protest as it banged against the wall. The bed was probably on its last legs. A little more and it would break down. The noise it was making was already alarming in itself. You however, could give less of a shit. Not when you could barely breathe.

“Atsushi!” You wailed, trying everything in your power to squirm away from the relentless pounding your pussy was taking at the hands of your 6’10” boyfriend. Your lungs rushed to catch up and your muscles seized, toes curling. The wet slapping of skin was a positively pornographic sound. In the dim light, your body shone with sweat, tears, drool and your own juices, unable to do anything except cry and take his huge cock. This was a hard enough feat on your good days, but today? Atsushi had thrown you onto the bed and ripped your clothes off, no prep and no warning, before bullying his cock into your tiny pussy and proceeding to fuck you into the mattress.

All he did was grunt in response, hair obscuring his face from you, one hand holding your wrists tight over your head, while the other groped roughly at your breast, pinching and pulling your nipple so hard it made you shriek. His massive frame pressed down on your torso, leaving you with little room to breathe and even less room to move. His fast and trembling breath hit your cheek, the only sign that he was affected by this like you were. Your legs shook, twitching in the air as you took everything you got, feet kicking.

“Atsushi, please, slow-” you weeped. “Slow down.”

A rough hand reached up, gathering your hair and tugging hard enough to make you arch up. His pace quickened even more and you screamed.

“Silly girl,” he groaned, mouthing and licking at your throat before biting down hard. Your eyes rolled up into your head. “No ‘going slow’ today. I’m going to crush you, little bug. And you’re going to take everything I give you. Okay~?”

His singsong drawling voice was throwing you off. No one would guess he was completely wrecking you by the way he spoke. The only sign was the slightly hoarse tone of his voice. And here you were, feeling like your very nerves were being ripped from your body. Your core was singing in bliss, nearly purring when he hit just the right spot, the head of his cock pressing so deliciously inside you with each thrust it made fresh tears leak from your lash line.

You didn’t even register when he pulled out and flipped you over, the room spinning in your vision as he manhandled your hands behind your back. One strong hand gripped your wrists tight while the other wound into your hair, pushing you down until your cheek was squished into the mattress. You gasped when he entered you again and resumed his brutal pace. The new angles had you moaning all over again, your spine tingling. Your pussy burned and your thighs ached. Tears trickled down the bridge of your nose and dripped onto the sheets, mixing with the drool that ran down the corner of your mouth. The filthy squelch of his cock entering you made your face heat up, fueling every dirty desire you had ever dreamed of.

Minutes later you felt the wonderful ball in your stomach tighten, threatening to burst. Eyes squirming shut at the overwhelming feeling. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth.

“Atsu….. I’m gonna,,, I’m-” You babbled nonsensically, but your boyfriend seemed to understand, picking up his pace until you were screaming and clenching around him, stars bursting under your eyelids as your ears rang.

The last thing you heard was the low groan behind you as Atsushi’s hips stuttered, and the last thing you felt was warmth fill your core as he painted your insides white.

…………………

When you came to, you registered how cozy you felt, warm and relaxed, your back pressed into something firm while the sloshing sounds of water filled your ears. All was still and steady around you, eerily so. Your eyes blinked open slowly, as if the tiniest action was enough to fatigue you, and you smiled when you saw the pristine white tiles of your bathroom wall in front of you. You turned your head so your nose pressed into the side of Atsushi’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

“You’re awake,” he mumbled through a full mouth, making you pull back to look up at him. His cheeks bulged out, jaw moving as he munched on whatever he was eating. You followed the movement of his hand as he reached out to the small table beside the bathtub, dipping into a transparent bowl that you could see was filled with mini Snickers bars. You sighed and relaxed into him again, feeling him slide his other arm around your waist to steady you. His legs stretched out on either side of you and toes comically peeked out of the water on the other side.

The water around you was letting out gentle wafts of fragrant steam, and you observed that Atsushi had really gone all out this time. Bath salts tickled your skin and a scented candle gently flickered on the shelf above the tub. You felt something poke at your lips and you opened your mouth, allowing your boyfriend to feed you whatever snacks he had laid out on the table. You let the sweet chocolate melt into your mouth.

“How long have we been here?” You asked, eyes already drooping. You felt his muscles shift behind you, indicating that he was shrugging.

“Maybe ten minutes.” He hummed, looping both arms around you and pulling his legs up so he could squeeze you between his hold. You smiled and let him. The press felt nice against your exhausted limbs. You shivered when Atsushi pressed a wet kiss into your bare shoulder, nibbling lightly at the skin.

“You did good today. Sorry I went too far.”

You giggled and turned your head to look into his eyes, wet hand reaching up to thumb affectionately at the little crinkles around them. “Are you kidding? I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

He pressed his face into the side of your head, hair tickling your nose as you laughed, unable to muster the energy to push him away.

[svfttachi]

Would you be able to write a oneshot or some headcanons for Kuroko x reader where reader is always hugging him from behind and giving him butterfly kisses while he's just standing there straight face? The episode at the pool where Momoi is shaking him back and forth cracks me up. "he's got the looks and personality of old drywall" 😭

wc — 312

type — kuroko tetsuya x gn!reader

tw — n/a

✎ pls, these cute requests are too much, and i go overboard a little. but that's a good thing! actually, this specific request makes me miss actively watching knb. kinda want to rewatch it... anyway, hope you enjoy!

◃ to knb writings

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❥ Kuroko Tetsuya’s known for holding a straight, nonchalant expression on his face.

❥ However, only a select few were allowed to see the emotion that is buried deep within his body, and you were one of those people.

❥ Your way of expressing your love for someone is through physical touch.

❥ But the first time you gave your partner, Kuroko, a hug, he froze up immediately.

❥ Before the two of you got together, the only person who’d give him hugs and affection was Momoi, but he saw it as a mere-friendly reaction.

❥ Yet, when you hugged him from either behind or the front, Kuroko wouldn’t understand what to do in that situation, particularly for the first month or so of your relationship.

❥ As time went by, Kuroko grew more comfortable with you, so his reaction is less dramatic than before whenever you give him your back hugs.

❥ Butterfly kisses landing on his cheek on the other hand… that took some time for him to adjust to.

❥ Again, Kuroko wasn’t really big on physical attention before getting together with you, so he, especially, wasn’t used to the sudden, warm feeling overloading his cheeks whenever your lips made contact with them.

❥ It took even longer for him to get used to your surprise kisses than it did for the hugs.

❥ Nonetheless, Kuroko’s back to his neutral appearance whenever you give him the slightest bit of physical attention, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t bubbling with happiness and warmth within.

❥ He may not know how to express it on his face or through his actions properly, but everyday, he tries his best for you.

❥ Occasionally, those small acts of love bring the tiniest hint of a smile to his lips along with a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

❥ Kuroko Tetsuya may be a shadowy figure to others, but to you… he’s the light in your eyes.

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞~ ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Daiki Aomine X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Who knew a corny knock knock joke would turn out to be something naughty in the end?

Word Count: 454

"Hey, Daiki~" you called on to your tan boyfriend who's sleeping on the rooftop.

"Hm?"

"Knock, knock." you said and looked down at him.

He opened one of his eyes, revealing his sapphire hues, and sighed in annoyance. "Who's there?"

"Aomine."

He raised one of his brows but continued. "Aomine who?"

You mentally laugh because he literally asked Aomine who. But you just smiled to yourself and laid down beside him, snuggling your face into his neck, with your lips on his ears. You opened your mouth and whispered. "I know I can treat you better, Aomine~"

Once Daiki heard those words, he swiftly changed his position and now he is hovering over you, with his arms and legs caging you under him. You saw him lick his lips and got a bad feeling about this.

"Is that true, [Name]~?" he asked huskily, feeling all seductive.

You, on the other hand, gulped and sweat-dropped at your mistake. You should have to reconsider telling him the joke or else this happens. As people say it, regret is always at the end.

"E-eto... it just only a joke," you gave off a forced chuckle and averted your [e/c] hues to avoid his blazing gaze.

But knowing Aomine, he didn't accept your answer. He smirked, and you gulped once again knowing what he intends to do.

"You better take your words seriously, [Name]." he said then kissed you aggressively.

He bit your lower lips, and you gasped, but because of it, he took the opportunity and slid his tongue inside your mouth. You gave off a pleasurable moan, turning him on. He removed his lips on your and proceeds kissing you and biting your skin, leaving hickeys down your neck. You just moaned and played with his hair.

"I think you're liking this [Name]~" he smiled and looked at you.

"I don't care, just fuck me, Ahomime," you growled with your face flustered.