#kise ryouta fanfic

[sophiria]

Kise comes up behind you, slowly pressing his chest against your back. You allow him to take your hands in his, and then your palms are on his. "Are those my colors?" He half-whispers, his chin grazing the crown of your head before leaning on it. "This manicure looks really cool on you."

You look at your own nails. "Those are the Golden State colors, not yours," you correct in a mildly amused tone. "But thank you, Ryouta."

A slight whine leaves his mouth. "It's the same thing," Kise counters. "Yellow and blue are my colors too."

You hum an affirmative sound, and then your gaze focuses on how your hands look compared to his. You don't think you've ever been in this position with Ryouta, and you can't help but notice how mesmerizing the sight is.

"What are you thinking about?" Kise wonders, slowly moving his fingers until he can almost entwine them with yours. "I really want to take a picture of your nails and upload it on my Instagram."

You graze the pads of his fingers with the tip of your nails. "You have beautiful hands, Ryouta," you tell him after a beat of silence, and Kise's golden eyes widen at your words. "You should post photos of them. The fans will love it."

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he searches for the right words to say. Your compliment in that earnest tone caught him off guard; it's always light and teasing between the two of you, and he's used to you not taking him too seriously.

He doesn't trust his voice right away, and he swallows hard as he interlocks his fingers with yours. You tilt your head to one side to look into his eyes, but he hides his face in the crook of your neck and then presses an open-mouthed kiss on the bare skin.

"Thank you," Kise murmurs, and you shiver as his lips linger on the spot between your neck and shoulder. "I will do that."

[mercuriians]

Heyyyyyyy, I say your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write the GoM (Knb) reacting to their gf wrapping WAP?

Can be Sfw Or nsfw...or both?

Thank youuuuuuu

rap god(dess)

content info — fem! reader, suggestive gom drabbles (all separate, characters assumed to be aged up), slight crack sprinkled in. NSFW in aomine & kise's parts. minors beware. based on the song by cardi b & megan thee stallion.

word count — 2.5k words.

author’s note — thank you for the req!! this was pretty fun to write ngl. i told myself i was only going to write around three paragraphs per character, but well, things did not go according to plan lol. sorry for the delay, i hope the length makes up for it!

MIDORIMA.

quite frankly, with the vivid blush currently illuminating the boy's face, midorima looks like the perfect mascot for christmas. but really, no one can blame him. no, not when vulgar, obscene lyrics are effortlessly spilling from his girlfriend's lips like melted gold. maybe he should have predicted this in hindsight, midorima thinks to himself, brows furrowed. you did tend to have a bit of a surprisingly dirty mind hidden behind your unassuming personality.

"why are you singing such a crude song?" midorima utters, a frown etched onto his sharp features. to his chagrin, he recognizes it, having heard from takao of how popular the track was in america.

midorima makes no effort to stop you, however. he remains firmly by the doorway. it's as if he's transfixed by your confident voice and your improvised but smooth movements. he can't quite remember the last time he saw you dance, much less rap. it's a bit embarrassing to admit—for him, at least—but right now, you look undeniably attractive, with your swaying body and carefree grin.

obstinately, he conceals his growing arousal with a wince.

"now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy!" you rap before finally looking over to where midorima stands stiffly. in a deceptively innocent manner, you wave to him. "you wanna join in on the fun, shin?" you ask, as if you don't already know what the answer will be. your fingers move to quickly smooth out your shirt.

the basketball player clicks his tongue. "i don't have time for that nonsense," he replies in his usual matter-of-fact tone, pushing his glasses up for good measure. still, it doesn't look like you're convinced, and for some reason your eyes are trailing lower and lower down his tall figure.

midorima feels himself panic.

you meet his gaze, giving the basketball player a sly smirk. unfortunately he already knows what you're going to say before the words even leave your mouth. "alright, but your body," you gesture towards the tent in his jeans, "is saying otherwise." the poor boy promptly chokes on his saliva.

KISE.

it only takes a moment for kise's silky voice to mix with your own. before he even reaches you, he's rapping, lyrics easily slipping from his lips as if he's rehearsed them a hundred times before. in all seriousness, he has. that's the reason why kasamatsu hit him square on the head last week, with a bit more force than usual.

but you don't need to know that. kise reaches for your phone on the living room table, lowering the song's volume just a little so that he can hear your combined voices better. "spit in my mouth, look at my eyes. this pussy is wet, come take a dive," you both sing in unison, turning to look at each other with the same stupid lopsided grin.

the song rolls on and along the way, you and kise formulate some dance moves to accentuate the musical experience. some are undoubtedly silly, with kise, for example, waving his arms around and making exaggerated facial expressions. it's all meant to withdraw a laugh from you, of course, and it works. but then there are the other types of dance moves.

the ones that exude a sensuous kind of aura, where hips sway and gyrate lecherously, where eyes become heavy with fervor and lust. these dances are the most dangerous, undoubtedly, because of the temptations that they entail. a person might become consumed by the reckless desire that burns within their stomach if they aren't careful. and then suddenly, the atmosphere can change with just a blink of an eye.

that's exactly what happens the moment you impulsively decide to push kise down onto a chair and give him a lap dance. the way you move your body is shockingly fluid, and you seem to know just what to do to arouse the blonde even more. there are some small pauses here and there as you decide which moves to try next, but kise hardly notices them when you're biting your lip like that. it's only inevitable for him to lose all sense of self-control, really. soon he becomes focused on getting your shirt off, no longer paying any attention to the song on loop.

"fuck, ryouta!” you moan as you unabashedly bounce on your boyfriend’s cock, arms loosely wrapped around his toned shoulders. “nngh, feels so good—” the way the chair wobbles and shakes should be concerning, but quite clearly neither of you can care less at the moment.

kise’s warm, large hands rest comfortably on your hips, occasionally squeezing your ass whenever the pleasure feels particularly intense. “just like that, babe, yeah,” he pants, rolling his hips to meet yours. “you’re doing so well for me, aren’t you, (name)-cchi?” he reaches up to cup your face in his hand, leaning forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue swirls around yours, and kise can’t help but groan into your open mouth.

needless to say, you both are too preoccupied to notice when the song finally ends.

AOMINE.

aomine hasn’t even entered the club room yet when he hears the echo of your voice. he’s heard you rap before, so he knows that you’re actually quite skilled at it. still, this particular performance is quickly turning out to be his definite favorite so far. he briskly walks down the hallway, a little too eager to see his stunning girlfriend. you don’t disappoint, of course.

you’re flipping your hair sassily, using your half-full water bottle as your makeshift microphone while you dance around the vacant area. aomine watches you, wholly enraptured, an amused smirk pulling at his lips but with his eyes already clouded with lust. “hop on top, i want a ride. i do a kegel while it’s inside,” you rap, still blissfully unaware of the one-man audience that you now have. aomine almost doesn’t want to interrupt your singing session, just so he can continue to see you in your element. which happens to be sexy as hell.

“you want a ride, huh?” aomine chuckles lowly, making you drop your water bottle out of alarm. he walks over to where you stand, leaning down to whisper in your ear so he can mess with you. “could’ve just asked, baby.”

suddenly all your confidence seems to evaporate, terminated by that single sentence. your cheeks darken into a rosy shade. aomine grins, taking pride in how all too easy it was to make you flustered. “what?” he asks, feigning innocence. “lost your voice or something?”

“you’re a jerk,” you mutter, reaching up so you can hit the basketball player in the chest. the music is still playing in the background, unaffected by aomine’s antics, but it seems like you’re too embarrassed to continue rapping. the boy only stares down at you, smirk never once faltering. “pick up my water bottle, daiki, you made me drop it.”

aomine shrugs. “you’re closer to the ground,” he responds casually. he’s well aware that the comment is a bit out of pocket—you never did like to be teased about your height—but he really can’t control himself when he’s around you. especially in the state he’s in right now.

“oh come on,” you groan, feeling frustration well up within your chest along with your embarrassment. still, you bend down to pick up the bottle, completely oblivious to the lustful thoughts that swarm aomine’s head. a startled gasp rips past your throat when you feel his large, calloused hands grab hold of your hips. however, quicker than you would like to admit, the surprise shifts into arousal the moment the basketball player presses his bulge against your ass.

with his fingers already tugging your skirt down, aomine breathes out, “since you like that song so much, you wanna act it out?”

your eyes widen, and you try to think straight, try to be a responsible manager, but the way he grinds against you so deliciously starts to scramble any coherent thought you may have had. “wait, d-daiki— satsuki and sakurai are still cleaning up the gym,” you protest weakly, those words being your last line of defense. not that they would have worked.

“doesn’t matter,” he practically growls, tugging you up so that your back rests against his chest. “who’s the team captain here?”

“you are,” you answer, but your voice comes out as a breathless whine. the submissive sound only fuels aomine even more, and it isn’t long before all of your clothes are ripped off and forgotten on the ground. soon, his hips are furiously smacking against yours, your whimpers mixing in with the boy’s groans. “god, mmph, does this mean i should rap m-more of those—nngh— american songs?”

“fuck yeah.”

MURASAKIBARA.

rivulets of water run down the muscular expanse of murasakibara's bare skin as a soft ivory towel hangs around his neck, a lazily pleased expression sprawled across his face—all evidence of the shower he's just indulged in after a long evening of rigorous practice. there's one more thing that he still craves at the moment, however. his stomach growls audibly, and almost as if he's running on autopilot, he walks straight to the kitchen.

now the closer he gets to the area, the clearer he hears your voice. it seems like you're singing quite an explicit song. "gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me," you rap enthusiastically. murasakibara doesn't think too much about the sexual connotations, though, since getting his hands on some corn chips is his main priority at the moment.

right before he steps foot into the kitchen, he asks, "(name)-chin, can ya get me a bag of—" that's when his amethyst gaze lands on your dancing figure, and before he knows it, he grows quiet, somewhat interested by the sight in front of him.

"talk yo' shit, bite your lip. ask for a car while you ride that dick," you rap, moving your head along to the rhythm. your eyes meet murasakibara's, and instead of feeling embarrassed, his presence only fuels you to dance more vigorously. it's like there's a voice at the back of your head, pushing you to see just how much of a reaction you can draw out of your normally indifferent boyfriend. admittedly, the fact that he's currently shirtless is also a reason for motivation.

however, when the song ends a little while later, it doesn't seem as if murasakibara is affected much. he remains where he is, continuing to lean on the doorway. the closest indication that he even saw you perform is the slightly impressed look in his eyes, but even that is nothing more than a sliver, and it makes you question if you're hallucinating it. you huff out a small sigh of defeat, and you turn around, reaching for the drawer. "corn chips, right?"

the basketball player doesn't say anything as he approaches you, and he doesn't say anything either as his arms circle possessively around your waist. there's a shiver that runs down your spine. you turn your head so you can meet his gaze—wait, why are his eyes so dark?

"i think i'm hungry for something else now, (name)-chin."

AKASHI.

humming quietly to himself, akashi gets up from his spot on the living room sofa, beginning to walk over to your room. it's a friday evening, and although he'd usually have practice at this time, coach shirogane had called in sick—a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, really. either way, akashi was sure to take advantage of the opportunity, especially considering how both of your schedules tended to overflow with academics and extracurriculars alike.

his mind wanders a bit, and he remembers you telling him about a volleyball game that was scheduled a few days ago. he could indeed have asked you what the outcome was via text, but akashi has always preferred face-to-face communication. he supposes that he's more traditional in that sense.

however, what he isn't quite expecting is to hear you, normally dignified and proper, rapping lyrics that are particularly edged with profanities. there's a small, rare twinge of disbelief that tugs at him, prompting him to silently move closer to the door. "your honor, i'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating," akashi hears you belt out. his eyes widen the tiniest bit.

still, by no means is he deaf; regardless of how explicit your music taste seems to be, he can hear the genuine talent seeping from your voice, how you swiftly enunciate each syllable clearly while also maintaining the rap's nimble pace. judging from the sound of your movements, he guesses that you're also dancing.

for a moment, akashi considers connecting you with a respected hip-hop artist that his family loosely has relations with. a bit of a far-fetched thought, maybe, but truly anything is possible in the eyes of a visionary.

when the song reaches its end, he knocks on the bedroom door. he doesn't miss the small sound of surprise that you make. "can i come in, darling?" akashi asks sweetly.

"of course, seijuro," you answer, and he opens the door to see you sitting on the bed. other than the drop of sweat rolling down your face, there's no other indication that you were dancing quite passionately just a few moments ago. you smile up at him, walking over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "did you just get here?"

akashi knows you well enough to see the actual meaning hidden within your words: oh no, i hope you didn't hear much.

he smiles a bit too slyly. "don't worry, my love, your secret's safe with me," he hums, taking a moment to admire the blush on your face before pulling you into a kiss. slowly, he guides the two of you to your bed, his hands calculatingly tracing the hem of your shirt. he'd just have to make you realize that there isn't anything to be ashamed of.

BONUS: KUROKO.

"i want you to park that big mack truck right in this little garage," you rap shamelessly, completely lost within your own world and failing to notice your boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you. "make it cream, make me sc— ah!" you squeal, eyes widening in horror as you finally catch sight of kuroko. you immediately pause the song playing on your phone. "uhm, hey tetsu. number two and i were just.. having a singing session."

number two barks in agreement.

all kuroko does is let out a quiet hum of acknowledgment. much to your confusion, he picks up number two, securing the equally confused puppy within his arms before leaving promptly. "was my rapping that bad?" you murmur to yourself, dismayed.

however, after a minute, kuroko returns to the room. you stare at him, flabbergasted. "why did you stop the music?" he asks innocently.

[teawithcherrypie]

Right now I have a question about Kuroko No Basket

⚠️ emojis have nothing to do with it ⚠️

[teamatsumu]

: ̗̀➛ his.

kise needs to prove to haizaki that he can’t steal you from him.

pairing: kise ryota x reader

word count: 1,887

✎ suggestive themes, self doubt, angst if you squint

knb masterlist

Kise had known that the outcome of winning the Kaijo vs Fukuda Sogo match wouldn’t be good. But he had expected Haizaki to resort to his usual violent tendencies. In fact, he was almost hoping for it at this point, after seeing what exactly Haizaki was trying to do as part of his revenge. He hadn’t anticipated this at all.

He glared at Haizaki across the table as he conversed with you, talking about the “good old middle school days I spent with Ryota-kun”. Kise nearly barfed at the words, knowing not one sentence that left his rotten mouth was true. He didn’t expect you to know that though. You were listening in intrigue, munching on your lunch and smiling at certain points of Haizaki’s (completely fabricated) stories. Kise felt his hold on his chopsticks tighten, jaw clenching in repressed anger. His leg shook under the table to try and allay some of his anxiety. It was not working.

It was supposed to be a nice, spontaneous shopping date when he had picked you up at your place this morning. He needed new basketball shoes, and it was the perfect excuse to drag you along. He wanted to take every opportunity to spend time with you now that you were officially his. In his mind, this was your first official date after he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

Kise had liked you from the minute he saw you in his class. You had made the transition from Teiko Middle School to Kaijo High way easier for him. You had been kind and befriended him early on when he asked for your help on a particularly difficult Math question (he knew the answer, he just needed an excuse to talk to you). You had enthusiastically agreed to help him, and the rest had been history.

To Kise, you were special. You didn’t care about his athletic pursuits or his modeling career. While you supported him wholeheartedly in all his endeavors, they didn’t define him. And he loved that about you. You were different to him than the usual girls who flocked to him, attracted by the glitter and glam and unable to see the boy underneath. Had it not been so early in your relationship, Kise would wax poetic about you every opportunity he got.

But this was new. It was new and fresh and so, so delicate. He couldn’t risk unintentionally pushing you away. Not when he had just got you.

And so the fear gripped him as he watched you laugh at something Haizaki said, realizing that he could very easily lose you to the man sitting in front of you right now. He had done it before, after all. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to woo you. He had run into the two of you while you shopped, greeting Kise like a long-lost friend and introducing himself as Kise’s old best buddy before Kise could get a single word out. He didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Haizaki was inviting you two to have lunch with him, to which you excitedly agreed, claiming you wanted to know Kise’s old friend, And you were always so kind. How was he supposed to explain to you that Haizaki was a snake? How was he supposed to drag you away without coming off as an asshole? You would probably tell him that he was being too harsh. You always saw the good in people.

You had seen the good in him, hadn’t you?

Kise felt a nudge at his side, turning his head to look at you seated by his side. You were looking at him worriedly, eyes wide and lips pursed in apprehension.

“Are you okay, Ryo-kun?” Your voice was so soft it naturally made his stiff shoulders loosen. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

Across the table, Haizaki was smirking dangerously on him, a glint in his eye that told Kise all he needed to know. A claw gripped his heart, throat knotting as the fears of his middle school days encroached on his mind.

Your gentle touch on his arm made him finally move, standing up so abruptly it startled you. You blinked owlishly up at him, and he felt almost bad for doing this, if not for the sweat building up on the back of his neck.

“Can we leave, Y/N-cchi? I’m feeling a bit under the weather.” He tried to keep his voice steady, pointedly ignoring Haizaki’s burning stare. You nodded hastily, standing up and giving Haizaki a smile that made Kise want to scream.

“I guess we have to cut this short, huh?” Haizaki lumbered to his feet, giving Kise a grin that was so fake it took everything for him to not roll his eyes. “We should meet up more often, Y/N-chan, I have so many other stories about Ryota you would love to hear.”

Over Kise’s dead body.

He had reached for your hand, gripping it tightly in his own before throwing a glare at Haizaki, turning to walk out with you in tow. He had used your first name, and addressed you with an endearing honorific. After just one meeting. One conversation. Was that all it took?

“Ryo-kun, slow down!”

Kise blinked and stopped walking, turning to look back at you. He gasped and dropped his hand when he realized how tightly he was holding it, feeling his neck and ears heat up in embarrassment. He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Y/N-cchi,” he rubbed the back of his head. “I got carried away.”

You sighed and took his hand again, looking around before leading him to an empty bench down the street. You sat down and patted the spot next to you, waiting for him to seat himself before you began to talk.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Kise stared at you for a bit, gulping in what he assumed was a discreet way. “What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

Your face was blank as you looked at him, raising a delicate eyebrow in a way that clearly said that’s bullshit. Kise almost laughed.

“You were clearly uncomfortable around Shogo-kun. From the minute we met him, you’ve been quiet. It’s not like you.”

He didn’t hear a word past Shogo-kun. How long had it taken for you to start calling him anything other than Kise-kun? Haizaki had already made more progress in an hour than he had done in months.

“Ryo-kun?” You leaned towards him, and Kise felt every muscle in his body scream. He was panicking, he knew it. It seemed like all his confidence had suddenly gone down the drain. He felt the urge to run far, far away so he didn’t have to witness you spend a single happy minute with Haizaki. And even though Haizaki wasn’t here, Kise felt like the man was hanging over him like a shadow.

“Oh, Ryota, Y/N-chan.” This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real. He watched Haizaki walk up to where you both sat. “You guys are still here. I thought you left, considering Ryota was feeling…… under the weather.”

That fucking tone. Haizaki was mocking him. Kise felt something simmer in his chest, feeling anger that he hadn’t felt since his last tough basketball game. You were looking between both of them in confusion, at the intense staring contest he had going with Haizaki. Kise felt bad, dragging you into this mess just because he won a basketball game. In the grand scheme of things, and compared to you, that win was nothing. Had Kise known this would ensue, he would never have provoked Haizaki or even played in the game.

“We were just leaving.” You stood up, pulling Kise out of his thoughts. Your stance was purposeful and closed off, which made Kise bite the inside of his cheek with worry. Had he freaked you out? Were you upset?

He wordlessly got to his feet and followed you when you tugged on his hand, feeling anxious that this would somehow ruin things between the two of you. A mere ten feet of walking later, you turned around abruptly, looking up at Kise with a heated stare that made him freeze.

“Kiss me.”

Kise’s mouth fell open in shock, eyes so wide he felt like they were ready to pop out of his skull. “H-huh?”

“You want to show him that I belong to you, right?” You leaned closer. “That’s what all the glaring is about. Well, do it. He’s watching.”

Kise instinctively turned his head behind you to see, and sure enough, Haizaki was standing right where you two had left him, only a few strides away, watching both of you, hands stuffed casually in his pockets. He smirked when their eyes met. Kise realized that in that moment, Haizaki probably thought you two were having an argument.

He felt his chest burn in anger.

The next second he turned back to you, one hand reaching up to hold the back of your head and the other on your waist, pulling you in until your lips were meeting in a searing kiss.

He nearly pulled away in surprise when you kissed him back just as aggressively, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, standing on your tiptoes and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Kise nearly moaned, winding an arm around your waist until your body was flush against his. The people walking past you two faded away from his mind, and he felt his core tighten at how good you felt.

You had never kissed like this. In the handful of times that you had, it had been soft and hesitant, testing the waters, giggling and laughing as you exchanged gentle pecks after a good date. You had never arched into him like this, never sighed and hummed or tugged on his hair until little tingles ran through his scalp. He relished in the feeling of you, in the soft give of your hips under his hands, tongue running over your lips until you opened your mouth and let him in. Kise groaned long and low into your mouth, at how pliant you were being. His cock twitched in his trousers.

He turned you slightly and opened his eyes, still kissing and licking at your lips, eyes laser focused on the person behind you. Haizaki’s mouth had dropped open, and he looked pissed off as he lifted his hand, showing Kise a middle finger before turning and walking in the other direction.

Kise smirked and closed his eyes, both arms wrapping around your frame and kissing you harder, longer, not caring at the weird looks you were attracting.

He kicked himself for ever doubting your love, for ever doubting you and your devotion to him. It took so many months, but that meant one thing; you two had entered this relationship with complete trust and comfort, and a fake, one hour conversation with some random guy wasn’t going to mess that up. Haizaki could try over and over and it still wouldn’t work. This was one thing he couldn’t steal. And the way you whimpered into his mouth when he bit at your lip proved it.

You were Kise’s. No one else’s.

[summer-nights19]

Hello^^! I was wondering how would GoM (seperately) react to y/n being stalked online/offline by a friend she made and thought was good but she was mistaken....?

Sure Anon :) enjoyy

GoM react to a creepy online friend

cw: mentions of catcalling/sexual harassment/nice-guyness

You'd first met him online, through a mutual acquaintance. He'd started talking to you and pretty soon, you guys became good friends. You had a lot in common both on and off the internet, and talking to him felt very easy. Before you knew it, you'd opened up to him about your personal life and your struggles - he was always there to comfort you, to listen. It never even crossed your mind that he could have ulterior intentions, despite your boyfriend constantly being very wary of the whole situation. One day, you'd decided to meet up at a local cafe to hang out in person. However, it didn't go quite like you'd expected...

Akashi

Akashi had been skeptical of your "friend" from the very beginning. Why would you need guy friends ? And online ones at that ? He'd always had a feeling that this guy was a creep, but you'd played it off as him being jealous. This was the same guy who would act weird any time you so much as mentioned another man

You didn't tell him about the meeting because you already knew how he'd react, so you just came up with an excuse about meeting a friend at a cafe to study

When you got there, you'd felt a little nervous, and that feeling only got worse when you heard someone wolf whistling behind you. You turned around, ready to give them a piece of your mind, before realising that you recognised that face. It was the one in the profile picture of the friend you'd been texting for months. Your heart quickly sank as you realised you'd made a mistake

He was still ogling you and getting all up in your personal space while making lude comments when the door to the cafe slammed open. A moment later, your "friend" was on his knees and you were looking into your boyfriend's crimson eyes

"Let's get out of here, Y/N. Living trash like this doesn't deserve to even breathe the same air as you,".

Still shaking, you followed him out of the little cafe and into the city streets. You'd walked in silence for a few minutes before you allowed the tears to spill.

"Akashi, I'm so sorry. I lied to you and put myself in danger all because I was too stupid to-"

Akashi wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you fiercely before you could finish your sentence. Although you were still shaking slightly, you felt yourself growing hot.

"That guy being a degenerate is in no way your fault. I'll always protect you, Y/N. I look after what's mine," he wiped your tears away with a smooth finger and you allowed yourself to smile despite everything. As Akashi interlinked your arm with his own and led you through the street back home, you realised that even though you still felt shaken, you would be ok with him by your side.

Aomine

He was skeptical at first (partially due to possessiveness - why did you need to be texting some guy online when you had him ?) but, when you told him about the meetup, he didn't want to be too controlling and say no. It was your life after all, and he wanted you to have good friends

So he agreed, but only on the condition that he could come and make sure you were safe. Although you were reluctant at first, claiming he was being overprotective, you caved in eventually, and the two of you set off together to meet your friend

When you finally got to the park you'd agreed to meet at, you recognised him immediately from his profile picture and waved at him. Your stomach started to churn a bit when he walked up to you with a suggestive smirk, eyeing you up like a starved man would a three course meal

He reached out his arms for a hug, but before he could even touch you, Aomine ran up to him and punched him square in the jaw

"She's mine, so keep your hands to yourself," He said, while grabbing the guy's shirt and shoving him to the ground. "Don't come near her unless you want a broken bone,"

And with that, Aomine wrapped his arm around your waist and led you away, leaving the guy knocked out cold on the floor

Kise

He was pretty chill about the idea of you having an online friend at first, but he got a little jealous when you started mentioning meeting up - was he not enough for you?

All the same, he didn't want to come across as insecure, so he said yes anyway when you told him about the meetup

However, he told you you could call him if your friend turned out to be weird

As you arrived at the mall you two had decided to meet at, you were convinced that Kise was just being paranoid, so you took your seat on a bench in the food court to wait. A couple of minutes later, your "friend" showed up with a small box in his hand and wearing a massive smirk on his face.

"Y/N ? You're even prettier in real life ! Here, I got you something to celebrate our first date !" He thrust the box at you, his smirk growing even wider.

Your stomach dropped and it took all your energy not to visibly cringe. It appeared that he'd fundamentally misunderstood the situation - you already had a boyfriend ! And, even if Kise hadn't been in your life, you couldn't have said yes to a guy you felt no romantic attraction towards.

"Sorry, I think you misunderstood the situation," you said as evenly as you could. "I don't like you like that,". As you were speaking, you gently returned the small velvet box, placing it in his hands.

"What do you mean ? So you led me on only to reject me ? Why do women always think they can do this ?! Especially to nice guys like-,"

His little monologue was cut off by your phone ringing loudly. You gave him an apologetic smile and picked up, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw Kise's name flash on your screen.

"Hey, what's up ?" you asked, trying to keep your voice as calm possible.

"I had a feeling that the meeting might not be going well, so I decided to check up on you, Y/N-cchi". Hearing his concerned voice brought you close to crying tears of gratitude

"Yes, I didn't realise you'd need my help with that. I'll get there immediately," you replied, hoping he'd get the hint. The guy next to you was frowning more and more with each sentence.

"See you at mine in 20," Kise said before you hung up and looked at your "friend" apologetically.

"Sorry, my friend's in a difficult situation and I need to go help them as quickly as possible," you stumbled over your words, muttering another apology before running in the direction of the exit, leaving your pursuer frozen in astonishment behind you.

Murasakibara

When you first mentioned your friend, he was not thrilled - not just because he was jealous of all your guy friends (something he routinely denied) but because he thought that this guy probably had dubious intentions

This was why you decided not to tell him about it when you went to meet up with your friend at a cafe after school one day - you'd made up some excuse about needing to go home early to study and rushed off as soon as the bell had gone

By the time you'd reached the cafe, he was already there waiting for you on a loveseat next to the window

As soon as you sat down next to him, he put his arm around your shoulder and let his leg graze your own. You started to panic, trying to move away from him, but he only tightened his grip and smiled at you. Suddenly, the door to the cafe slammed open and Murasakibara and Himuro came in heading straight for the counter.

"Atsushi !" You called out to him before you'd even realised what you were doing. He often came here just before practice to buy snacks, and you were insanely grateful you'd forgotten that detail

He turned around, his expression quickly changing from surprised to furious as he saw how close your "friend" was to you, despite the fact that you were clearly trying to get away. Fuming left his spot in the queue and strode to your table, before grabbing the guy's shirt and slamming him on the floor. Although you normally weren't one to endorse violence of any kind, you were very glad to be free of him.

"Let's get out of here," he said, taking your hand in his considerably larger one.

"B-but don't you have practice ?" you stuttered, still shaken by the ordeal.

"Fuck that. I'm all yours tonight,"

Midorima

Midorima was jealous as soon as you mentioned your new friend even though he tried his best to hide it. It was very unbecoming after all, and he'd hate for you to think he was insecure

However, as soon as you mentioned meeting up with this guy, he said that he'd be coming along just to make sure you were safe

Although you thought it was unnecessary, you agreed in an attempt to pacify him, so you two set off together for the library you were supposed to be meeting him at.

He recognised you as soon as you entered. However, his expression quickly morphed into a scowl when he saw another guy standing next to you and staring him down.

"Who's that next to you, Y/N ? Why have you brought another man ?" He asked, gritting his teeth. You could tell that this had probably been a bad idea.

"Oh ! This is my boyfriend, Shintaro. I thought it would be fun to hang out all together," you said, pasting a smile on your face and trying to inject enthusiasm on your voice. However, Midorima was having none of it.

"I had long suspected your intentions to be disingenuous, and now I can say with certainty that they are. Now leave. I'm trying to take my girlfriend on a date,".

You looked at Midorima. If looks could kill, your "friend" would have been out cold on the floor.

"Alright man. It's not worth it just for some hoe anyway," he'd said the last part under his breath, but he hadn't been quiet enough. Midorima tripped him up as he was heading for the exit, before looking down at him with a disgusted frown.

"I suggest that, unless you want more serious "accidents" to happen, you stay away from Y/N and keep your mouth closed,"

Before your "friend" even had time to reply, Midorima put his hand on the small of your back and led you away, looking back over his shoulder to make sure that the idiot had actually left

Masterlist

[ah0minecchi]

LIKE, COMMENT and/or REBLOG if u wanna be on the tag list for the next chapter of my kuroko no basket fic :3 (next part is kagami’s) (link is in my pinned post) !!

[tenkasato]

could i rrquest some highschool drama with kise ryota? thanks a bunch!

High school drama it is. Please grant me the privilege of being the pettiest, most cliche I could be with this request. Again, sorry for the very long wait. And thank you for sending this request and always being supportive of my work. Enjoy! ^^

Pairing: Kaijo!Kise x reader (implied)

“What did you say?”

Shinohara Tomori looked you straight in the eye as if taunting you. And you were so close, SO CLOSE, to scratching those judgemental eyes out of their sockets and throwing them across the corridor. But you kept your temper at bay and instead waited for this classmate of yours to repeat herself.

“I know you heard me clearly,” Tomori took a step closer and you had to lift your head a bit to keep the eye contact with the taller girl, “Kise-chan doesn’t want to have anything to do with you, so I suggest you stop following him like some lost puppy, because you’re just making a fool out of yourself.”

Seriously? Such a girl existed? You thought you only saw these kinds of scenarios in the movies. 

“First,” you took a step closer, squared your shoulders in an effort to look tough in front of Tomori and her group of (tall) friends, “I don’t follow him around. I’m his tutor and friend. Second, if you’re trying to pull me into a fight and get me to the principal’s office, then you should give up, because I won’t cause a scene.”

A smirk crossed Tomori’s face as her eyes glinted with an almost giddy glee. “You don’t have to pretend. Everybody in this school knows how madly in love you are with Kise-chan. Hate to break it to you, but he’s not interested in someone like you.”

The statement caught you off guard. You bit your lower lip. After graduating from Teiko, you had set your eyes on going to Kaijo for high school. At the same time, Kise was scouted by the Kaijo basketball team. That was a bonus. You were close friends after all. You didn’t follow him here. 

That was the truth, but somehow that wasn’t how others saw it. 

Gathering up your thoughts, you gulped and said calmly, “You know what, you can go and make silly gossips about me. I don’t care. Go and have your fun.”

Pivoting on her heels, you decided to just let them be. You knew the truth to yourself. There was no point in bickering with mindless girls about Kise because in the end, it was up to them to believe in what they wanted to believe in. 

Tomori grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. “Aww, don’t cry. That’s why we’re here, right girls? We’re going to help you move on from your not-so-little crush on Kise-chan.”

“Can you stop calling him that?” you hissed, still struggling to keep your cool, “What are you, close friends or something? I bet Ryouta doesn’t even know who you are—”

You didn’t realize what was happening until you staggered a few steps back after being shoved by Tomori. You weren't given the time to properly recover when the girl started shouting into your face. 

“I’ve dated him several times before, you little bitch!”

One of the girls behind Tomori piped up, “Tomori here is Kise-kun’s type, so stop dreaming for something impossible to happen.”

Please, Kise never dated the same woman twice. There was no way Tomori was telling the truth.

You shrugged. “He doesn’t really pick up girls, just so you know. So I’m not sure where you got the idea that you’re his type.”

That did it. Ohh, boy. Tomori’s face was bright red now—almost as red as her lipstick that you wanted to laugh. She grabbed the front of your shirt forcibly. The rest of the girls were now slowly surrounding you in a circle. 

“Let me get this straight,” Tomori spat hatefully, “You’re just a little bitch who’s hungry for attention. No matter how hard you study, no matter how much you help Kise, he will never look at you the way you want him to. He’s just using you. Wonder why Kise’s never dated you before? Because you’re just a little bitch with a hideous face!”

Despite the situation that you got yourself into, the impending danger you were about to face from these monstrous witches with unimaginably long talons, you found yourself giggling a bit even though you were a breath away from retaliating physically.

“What’s so funny, little bitch?”

You shook your head in amusement. “Is ‘little bitch’ the only insult in your short list of vocabulary?”

“HOW DARE YOU!” came the blood-curdling screech.

You braced yourself from the upcoming blows from the girls. but none came, much to your astonishment. What was even more surprising was the arm that was now wrapped around your shoulders. You raised your head sideways to meet the gaze of a pair of golden irises.

“What’s going on?” 

Shifting your attention from Kise back to Tomori and her band of friends, you noticed how their expressions flickered from smug to surprise and puzzlement just like a light bulb. 

Catching up on the way Kise’s eyes now flaring furiously, you tugged on the sleeves of his shirt and murmured, “Nothing. Let’s go.”

“You can’t just let it slip like that,” he said tiredly, looking back at the girls who were still speechless because of his sudden appearance. 

“It’s okay. Let’s go.”

You wanted to tell him all the mean things they had just said. You wanted so much to see how Kise would put these girls in their place, and Kise would if you told him to, but Kise should not be dragged into this mess.

As you were about to pull him away from the circle, Kise opened his mouth, “I heard everything you told her. I don’t exactly know when we dated, but don’t you ever talk to her that way again.” 

Alarmed, but also slightly please, you started to drag Kise away hastily. This was bad. What if that ruined Kise’s image or something? 

“Go ahead! Run! Nobody wants a stupid model like you when you can’t even pass your exams in—”

Shinohara Tomori wasn't given the chance to finish her sentence and not even Kise was able to react on time despite his quick reflexes, because you had tackled the poor girl to the floor with fist raised.

~ O ~

“Why did you do that?”

You made a noise and chose to ignore him. You sulked on the bench with your favourite cup of milk tea. You looked up and gazed at the setting sun. 

“Hey you, look at me,” Kise urged, sitting down beside you with a worried expression marring his face. “Look what happened to your face. That girl did quite a number on you.”

You chuckled and turned to him, giving him a full view of the length of the now bandaged scratch you had on your cheek. You gave him a conceited smile. “Not as much as I did to her. Didn’t you see her two black-eyes? Also her busted lips and bruised—”

Kise groaned loudly. “Lucky you were just given a warning. If it were someone else, the principal would’ve given a week of suspension.”

Shrug. “Lucky they like me then.”

He scratched his head in frustration. “We were about to walk away, you know? And you just had to.”

“She called you ‘stupid’,” you grumbled, staring at the cup as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

Kise watched you play with the straw quietly and waited for you to elaborate. He was only met with silence. This wasn’t the first time you let hell break loose. There was another time in Teiko when you violently kicked a guy in the groin after finding out that he was hurting the basketball players when the referee had not been looking. If Aomine hadn’t pulled you away in time, Kise knew that you would’ve choked the guy to death.

Instead of reprimanding you, Kise placed an arm around you instead, leaning closer. “Don’t go that far for me again, will you? I can handle myself.”

You huffed in response. “Well, tell your girlfriends to stop bothering me then.”

Kise raised his free hand defensively. “Hey, I can’t tell them to unlove me, you know. It’s not my fault they’re obsessed with me.”

“You should really get a ‘real’ girlfriend,” you rolled your eyes and elbowed his ribs gently, “Maybe your fangirls would back off a little.”

His eyes glimmered the slightest at that, but you didn’t see that quick flash as he leaned his head on top of youra. 

“Yeah, I guess I’ll get one soon, and you’ll be the first to meet her.”

[euyrdice]

hmmm thinking about when aomine tells kise he is “naive as always” during the touou v kaijou game. and just the kise that aomine sees and perceives. bubbly and bratty and whiny kise from middle school. kise who challenged haizaki a little too early. over-confident, too optimistic about his own skill kise, who didn’t fully understand and openly questioned kuroko’s worthiness to the teiko team. kise who looks at aomine with tangible, starry-eyed admiration. kise who admires aomine to the point that kise’s playing style and ability/willingness to truly play to win was stifled against aomine. the always reaching for and looking towards aomine, kise. kise who explicitly states that his goals in basketball revolved around aomine. kise who in last game; when aomine tells kise to try not to get in his way, doesn’t say anything snarky or sharp like he might with midorima or kagami, but lightheartedly agrees that he wont get in the way. kise who replies "really? can i really?!" after aomine answers yes, kise can take on silver by himself. kise who aomine scolds when the former passes the ball to kagami and not to him in last game. kise who aomine punches haizaki for, kise who he wants to and feels he has to protect. kise who aomine stares out the windows and silently thinks about during the touou v kaijou game break. kise who imayoshi says aomine couldn't release his full strength against during the touou v kaijou game. kise who aomine has a soft spot for.

just how aomine views kise. and the many masks and sides to kise and the ones he shows to aomine. does it differ from the kise he shows to others. what is it about aomine that he's shown this side of kise. what is it about kise that aomine sees kise the way he does. and how kise's flippancy and boldness isn't specific to when hes playing against aomine, but his softness sometimes is. and aomine's viewing of kise and how its something... soft? maybe not soft but. something circled in gentleness. something with softness trying to get it. just their perception of each other and how its a little flawed, a little biased, a little mutually soft.

[romanticandupsetting]

UNDER YOUR SKIN ^.^

kise ryota x gn!reader

in which your cute boyfriend does his skin care routine while you watch him lovingly, the same way you did when he first introduced you to his little routine.

tags: fluff, short fic, high school timeline, kise is a bubbly boy while reader has kind of a cool persona, this is so sweet the ants migrated, no beta im doing my skincare as i write

words: 390

you with your lovesick grin, all tucked on a fluffy stool chair watching your boyfriend put stuff on his face while wearing a bunny headband.

it was surprising the first time you discovered how deep into skin care kise ryota was but considering his successful career as a model, you felt a little dumb for not expecting that.

every now and then, he would even go home carrying a cute tote bag full of skin care products he got for free.

"you having a sugar baby side hustle i didn't know about??" you peer at him happily unpacking his little bag.

he huffs. "mean! i was at a modeling gig and they gave me stuff!!" you open your mouth to retort but he's faster. "and before you say 'so they think you're ugly?' just so you know, they want me to be their next model! isn't that so cool, y/n-chin?!"

he looks at you with those sparkles in his eyes.

you give him a lopsided grin. "that's great, baby," you compliment as you kiss him on the cheek. "so tell me about this little haul."

he smiles even wider, happy that you're interested. ryota starts explaining them one by one and some confuse you because you don't know if he uses those products everyday and it feels like it will take him an hour and—did he just say that that face mask take five hours to use?!

"actually..." you know that look. he wants something. "i think it'd be super nice if we could share! not that your skin is bad or anything, y/n-chin but i just think it'd be fun... if you wanna be into this kinda stuff..."

you look at him softly, admiring how bashful he looks as if you haven't been dating for 6 months.

"i'd love to, ryo."

"y/n-chin, come on. let's rinse your face now!"

a year later, with the same smiles on both your faces, you walk up to him.

"coming~"

your feet slowly lead you towards him. he steps aside to give you some room to wash your face, watching your reflection in the mirror.

"if i was a worm, i'd wanna be the type that lives under your skin. then i can feel how smooth your face is all the time."

he shudders. "don't be creepy, y/n-chin."

[ejundo]

- 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 -

ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ x ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DNI! THIS STORY IS MADE FOR MALE READERS ONLY!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU FOR COOPARATING!! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

warnings!; ice skater male reader | MALE reader | reader is a boy. | this won't have NSFW aomine is still a high schooler.... popular reader .. more to be added? slight of enemies to friends to lovers? most likely out of character

﹟ - ⌜𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.. ⌝ ⌞𝐀𝐰𝐰.. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.. ⌟ \ 𝐓𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥.. 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐦. .

this was copy and pasted off of my wattpad and onto my tumblr because i honestly really like this story imo its more me!!! [ i dont know what this writing style is called but..] ANYWAY ENJOYYYYYY ★ one - ur in it. - ★two

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the sounds of chatter filled the air. gossip. boys fawning over female genitals and being overall.. disrespectful

well? seems like a normal day for M/n L/n. 

 well obviously , m/n l/n was apart of these cliques. socializing and gossiping with his friend. he's a popular one.. and this caught the attention of many..

he heard his name everywhere. everyone knew his name 'm/n! ' ' ohh m/n! ' he was slightly tired of it. but, he enjoyed the attention how everyone knew his name how popular he was he loved. it.

but one didn't he found it annoying.. so annoying... that was aomine daiki. he was tired of having to hear the name m/n constantly even his own teammates had said it.

' yo , did u see m/n today? ' ' that clip m/n posted on his ig was funny as hell '  ' i wonder if m/n wants to try out basketball we could teach him? ' > <

?? that's funny..

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aomine grumbled as he jumped onto the small platform placed on the roof top. he was tired. no not because of basketball , how would  thee aomine daiki get tired over basketball? exactly. he never did. never.. 

infact he was tired of m/n l/n and his stupid name. what was so special about this.. nobody?

he ice skates? so? i play basketball..

aomine though wasn't aware that he was exactly the same. let's move to m/n's point of view shall we?

stupid fucking aomine.. him and his name everywhere.. whats so special about him?

it seems the two have mutual feelings? and the same thoughts about each other.. woah

enemies.

how silly...

★

M/n was heading to the ice rink he goes to , to practice. He carefully made his way on roller skates. humming a random tune. He had finally arrived at the skate rink stepping inside quickly making his way towards the lockers.

After doing his usual routine , he glanced around. Usually his skating partner would arrive earlier but it seemed that they were absent... He didn't think to much of it but had a slight ping of worry , it was unusual for his colleague to never show up for practice. M/n was now finished with his routine , stepping out of the locker room and slowly making his way towards the rink.

★

 'hm? oh momoi-san! hii! ' the figure skater halted as he saw a familiar pair of pink hair enter the rink. a smile on his face as he made his way towards her , though it had slowly faded as he saw the also very familiar dark blue hair alongside her.

aomine daiki was picking his nose. ' eugh... ' m/n shivered in disgust though finally arriving infront of momoi. she was grinnning happily and both aomine and m/n knew what she was gonna say wasn't going to be a good idea.

 'n/n! dai-chan and i need your help!' she exclaimed though aomine shook his head ' i beg to differ.. though i have no idea to what you are trying to do...'

he sniffed his nose after finally NOT stuffing it with his finger flicking it somewhere... 

' well! i was thinking that maybeee you m/n could help dai-chan study! he really needs it and you both are basically the same though specialize in different athletics and you on the other hand are really smart n/n! dai-chan really needs it... '

 momoi quickly explained the ice skater could barely keep up with what she was saying...

 ' i mean i guess though i don't think me and aomine get along well.. at. all. ' m/n shrugged stepping off of the ice carefully slipping them off. 

his feet were stinging from the previous moves he was doing though he was used to it.

'hahh.. i mean it can be a way of bonding trust me! ' momoi grinned looking towards the tanned basketball player. 'well? what do you say! it could really help you... ' 

aomine only shrugged ' i don't care if i get kicked off for my grades.. their loss.. ' 

momoi didn't take that nicely. smacking the back of aomine head , m/n only watched mentally laughing at the basketball player as he winced.

 ' fine..! good god... i guess this nerd can tutor me. ' m/n kicked the basketball players leg with his barefoot. well.. not bare but you get what i mean.. hopefully. 

aomine grunted smacking the back of m/n's head exactly how momoi did it. which earned a punch to HIS and M/N's head from momoi curled up fist.

'QUIT IT YOU TWO!! ' 

★

..hm those two are interesting.. but those two were in a room studying like momoi wanted them too.. more specifically m/ns room. It was simple , clean , and very neat a nice satisfying smell of something.. fresh? filled the room, it fit m/n perfectly.

' i cant believe im doing this...  what's your grade in english hm? ' m/n had muttered the first part though it was loud enough for aomine to hear. he rolled his eyes ignoring the comment ' D ' he answered. simple and dry. that ticked the skater off though he kept his cool. ' and whats your lowest grade and your highest grade. ' 

' my lowest is D which is english. and highest is A in gym. ' obviously... m/n only rolled his eyes of course this hunk had an A in gym.. though its quite surprising.. this thing? having a good grade.. what a joke..

' I suppose we can start off with english.. '  ★

pov . m [ a short time skip. ]

it's warm. thats.. weird. I slowly cracked open my eyes as my vision was blurred. the room was dark , and i tried remembering what had happened. well . from what I recalled...

! ★ fb ★ !

 ' were done for today.. you can head home now. '  i mumbled my eyes were heavy and head was banging from how absolutely stupid this fucker was.. he can't even understand a simple equation? 

'oh? that's some way to treat your guest.. its 1 am n/n. ' i scoffed. who let him called me n/n? i definitely didn't.. ' don't call me that or i'll start calling you dai from now on. get it.. because dai sounds like "die" hah... ' now  I am truly losing it. 

he only rolled his eyes and started.. stripping? out of his clothes only leaving his undergarments on ' DUDE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? ' I had finally realized the situation throwing a notebook at the boy. and of course he had dodged it ' well. im sleeping over considering it's 1 am.. ' he plopped down onto my bed and I could only roll my eyes. I grabbed a pair of sleepwear heading for the showers..

as I made it to the bathroom I turned the shower on stepping into it satisfied as the steaming water hit my body.. refreshing... I reached out for the bottle of shampoo putting a small glob onto my hand lathering it onto my hair.. the smell of roses calmed me. rinsing the shampoo out I had moved onto conditioner. and then body wash. and that is to when my shower ended.

I slowly stepped out with a towel drying myself , wrapping it around my waist afterwards. I had then moved to brushing my teeth and doing skincare.

after doing such i made it to my room quietly making sure to not wake up those who slept in the other rooms. stupidly unaware of the "sleeping" basketball player who was reading porn on his phone.. disgusting. turning on the light i stared at the blue haired man who was reading a porno.. he only stared back. ' nice body.. though these bodies are nicer.. ' he flipped his phone showing me, i immediately panicked ' YOU IDIOT! ' I threw the clothes I had in hand at him  . 

realizing what i had done i quickly made it to him grabbing the pair of clothes and his phone shutting it off slamming it onto the desk.

proceeding to change into my clothes WITH the light off. my hair now slightly dry though still wet. ' move over or sleep on the floor. ' muttering i could hear shifting and i put my hand down guiding myself only for my hand to touch the warm skin of aomine. ' I said move over you stupid fuck.. ' I could sense him rolling his eyes and smack his arm and he lazily rolled over. 

atlas I laid down on the bed getting comfortable drifting off into a deep slumber..

★

so.. that's what happenedthat's embarrassing... where is he anyway... 

lifting myself up i had realized i was laying on top of the stupid basketball player..

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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍

[kenjicopy]

◞♡ capinha para doação + refazendo algumas capinhas !! Eu sou o segredo do Kurokochi + é bem provável que eu tenha postado essa "antiga" capa, e depois apagado kk mas tá aqui para doação novamente e com uma carinha nova ♡

[indisponível]

[svfttachi]

Hello!! I recently just got into Kuroko no basket so I would like to put in a request😄. Can I get a Kise x stoic reader who is a new student at Kaijou. I hope I'm doing this right😅 but anyways I hope you have a nice day and thank you💜💜

wc — 2.0k

type — kise ryouta x gn!reader

tw — n/a

✎ this request was so cute like... i couldn't stop writing and went a little overboard. i hope you enjoy it, and i appreciate everybody's patience with me as i deal with life and personal things behind the scenes.

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𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘.

Small things that should generate some kind of response or emotion never came upon your own face. With a rough childhood full of distrust, absentee parents, and inability to form lasting and meaningful relationships, you naturally grew unfazed to whatever may come onto your path. In fact, you tread through life without the need to socialize with others or care enough to express your inner feelings. It just wasn’t important to go through things that only brought hardship onto yourself.

However, you never expected to have your whole perspective on life to be changed in one day at your new school.

Walking into the building was much like any other normal day for you except that you were immediately greeted by plenty of students, all of whom were upperclassmen happily celebrating the arrival of the fresh batch of underclassmen. You were bombarded by many smiling faces, colorful gifts, and even a couple of friendly hugs from the other students, yet none of that could change the bored expression on your face.

With your class schedule and locker assignment printed on the paper in your hand, you haphazardly made your way towards the hallway where your locker was supposed to be. However, upon arriving in the hallway, you found a couple of students in a group standing right where your locker should be. A composed manner in your step brought you closer to the group, and you signaled the one closest to you by poking his shoulder with your finger.

In an instant, the student turned around, forcing his yellowish-blonde hair to swish along with his turning head. His caramel, brown eyes were on full display along with a typical, smiley face.

Just as his mouth opened to ask a question, you started first, speaking in an annoyed tone, “You and your buddies are standing in front of my locker.”

The boy’s face immediately twisted into a confused expression, and his head turned to look over at his friends who all had a similar expression pressed on their faces.

“Well? Are you going to move, or not?” your patience growing thin within you as your eyebrows furrowed. The boy scratched the back of his head and nodded, speaking a little off guard, “Uh… yeah, sure. Let’s go someplace else guys.”

Your eyes watched everyone within the group make the space in front of your locker available, allowing you to walk up to it. Unbeknownst to you, pondering, caramel eyes captured your figure as you were shoving the copious amounts of enormous gifts into the small space of your locker.

Whispers inched towards the blonde haired boy’s ears, specifically about the strange way you didn’t go all insane when seeing their friend’s face like all the other students do. When it came to the attention he got in school, Kise Ryouta would fully indulge himself into it, going from taking pictures to signing his modeling magazines. There was never a time where he wasn’t the center of attention anywhere, yet today, the lack of attention from a student he’s never seen was enough to peak his curiosity.

“Kise, you coming?” one of his friends called out from down the hall. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Kise turned to nod in response, “Yeah, coming.”

He jogged a little to reach his friends and was quickly sucked into whatever the topic of the conversation was, all while reminiscing the brief moment between the two of you.

.・゜゜・

Apart from the dread that comes with school and doing work for you, the weather outside was perfect for a lovely lunch break spent outdoors. As soon as the bell signaling the beginning of the lunch period sounded, you rushed out of the hallway and towards the open, green area that rested along the side of the school where the gymnasiums were located. You found an unoccupied bench directly in front of one of the gymnasium doors and underneath the cover of the paved walkway towards it, and you sat down, crossing your leg over the other.

You pulled out your lunch from within your bag and immediately started to soothe the ache in your stomach from the amount of angry growling it has sounded throughout the day. The first bite into your self-made lunch was the most relaxing bite of food in a while, and you were glad that the weather also complied with this idea if yours.

Indulging in your food made you unaware of the side doors from where you came opening and closing, allowing a lonesome boy to come out. Kise ran a hand through his hair as he glanced out at the clearing where many people were sitting and enjoying their lunch. That’s when his caramel, brown eyes landed upon your figure. It wasn’t entirely clear that you were enjoying your food, but from the sight of your head bobbing up and down as if you were jamming to a song, Kise knew that you must be having something delicious for lunch.

The interaction that the two of you shared this morning made its way back into Kise’s mind. Your laid back, stoic expression was intriguing him by the minute, and it didn’t stop him from beginning to walk over to where you were seated.

At the sound of light footsteps, you glanced up from your lunch, allowing your eyes to land upon Kise’s form heading close to you.

“This bench is occupied,” you stated, stuffing another piece of your food in your mouth. The eye contact between the two of you was so strong that Kise felt a shiver run down his spine. Kise began to scratch the back of his head as the nerves were getting to him. “I–I can see that. Must be some good food you got there,” Kise responded.

As much as you were plain in facial expressions, you weren’t a heartless person. Without a doubt in your mind, you held your container up to Kise, forcing his eyes to crisscross due to how close it was to him. “You can try it if you’d like. I made it myself,” you offered.

“Are you sure?” Kise asked cautiously. It was as if he lost the ability to talk to people with how different you were acting towards him. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind it,” you said, still holding the container out in front of him.

Kise nodded and grabbed one of the rice balls inside. You lowered the container back down and grabbed a cracker from the container, but your eyes never left Kise as he tasted the rice ball you made from scratch. He covered his mouth with his hand as he chewed, a trick he learned to avoid unappealing paparazzi pictures. You watched his caramel eyes widen and look inside the rice ball to catch a glimpse of the filling.

“Wow, this is one of the best rice balls I’ve ever had,” Kise exclaimed, continuing to mutter wow as he ate.

For the first time in a long time, your chest ached a new, but pleasant, kind of ache as your heart fluttered. A fiery blush rose in color within your cheeks, and your face changed ever so slightly to adjust to the newfound emotion bubbling within you. It felt different to have some attention geared towards you, let alone a silly, little compliment about the deliciousness of your homemade food.

“I was tempted to say that this could be beat by this one place I go with my friends, but no, this one takes the cake,” Kise continued. To be honest, whatever he had said after the compliment he gave you went through one ear and out the other, but it still made you give the boy the lightest of smiles, one that no one has the right to see. “By the way, I never caught your name. I bet it’s as beautiful as this rice ball,” Kise said, lifting the food in his hand a little higher.

“I–It’s L/N Y/N,” you stuttered. Yes… stuttered because for some reason, the first boy you ever met at this new school was doing things to you that would have not cracked you one bit.

Your eyes caught a pretty smile from the blonde boy before he added, “I knew it was a pretty name. Kise Ryouta.”

Kise stuck his hand out in front of you, and it took a second for you to realize it’s there before you shook it.

“Do you mind if I take a seat next to you?” he asked after your hand left the softness of his. “Um… go ahead,” you mumbled, trying to recompose yourself after momentarily turning into a completely different person.

Kise shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders and dropped it onto the ground next to yours before taking a seat beside you. He happily sat there munching on his rice ball, yet it still made you feel warmer on the inside than when you first arrived at school.

“You know… my friend would absolutely love having these rice balls. He’s a big foodie like I’m talking about the fact that he snacks every second of every day,” Kise mentioned, looking over at you with a bright look on his face. Slowly, the light smile from before reappeared on your face as you spoke up, “Oh really? I’m a pretty big foodie myself, and nobody I know can beat me in those eating competitions.”

Kise held a hand up and furrowed his brows jokingly, “Please. My friend could beat you in an eating competition any day!”

You shook your head and continued to eat the remnants of your food left in the container. “We’ll have to see about that,” you mumbled.

Soon, the bell for the next class period rang, prompting you to pack up your lunch box into your backpack. As you stood up from your spot on the bench, Kise grabbed hold of both of your backpacks as you straightened your uniform. Kise held your backpack in front of you, and it felt so natural to take it from him yet the blush decided to peek in once again.

“It was nice meeting you, Kise. Thank you for sitting with me for lunch,” you said, waving at the boy before turning around to walk away.

Kise couldn’t contain the smile that was showing on his face. Not once did you ask about his professional life as a model, and it was like you genuinely didn’t know a single thing about him. If you were intriguing him before, he was definitely lovestruck now, especially since you make such delicious food.

Just as you were about to head into the main building for class, Kise quickly realized something small but meaningful if he wanted to keep this connection with you. He brought his backpack in front of him to dig through it in the hopes he’d find a paper and pen. With only a pen in his hand, Kise ran towards the door, shoving many people out of the way but not without muttering little apologies.

“Y/N-cchi!” Kise shouted from the doorway. His eyes locked onto your figure that was turning around at the mention of the strange pronunciation of your name.

Your own eyes watched Kise practically fall a couple of times as he was coming up to you. Once he arrived, he was barely out of breath, holding out the pen in his hand.

“Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?” Kise questioned. You found it strange how he looked slightly disheveled over asking you for paper which of course you didn’t have.

“No, sorr– Wait, Kise!”

Kise wasted no time in yanking your hand towards himself. He clicked the pen in his hand and began to write in the palm of your hand, making you question his actions. With the masterpiece of sloppy handwriting stamped in the palm of your hand, Kise clicked the pen once more and curled your fingers over what he wrote.

“See you later, Y/N-cchi!”

With that, he left you confused in the middle of the hallway, and all you saw was his blonde hair leaving around a corner. You looked down at your wrist and uncurled your fingers to find a phone number along with a message.

rice balls for tomorrow, too pls?

And just like that, a light chuckle came out of your mouth as a result of the many happy thoughts circling your mind… all thanks to the smile on the blonde haired boy’s face.

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[mercuriians]

hey tumblr, is the kuroko no basket fandom still alive??

[imaginethesepages]

a good team.

There it goes, the final whistle. A sign of the end and a basketball player’s — no, a basketball team's — worst nightmare. A call for all the players to gather at the center, bowing heads as a sign of respect amidst the loud cheers and claps and ‘good jobs,’ before moving on to their locker rooms, where the winning group parties and the losing team pack their bags, forcing their tears to stay put and not show itself — not yet when there are spectators.

Those rules don’t apply to you, so you let the avalanche of tears go.

Undoubtedly, it was one of the fiercest battles you have ever witnessed, with their teammates barely keeping up or completely letting them run their own pace, knowing they would just be in the way of their Miracles — a match so intense that the entire venue hardly breathed a word.

“Ryota,” You whisper, hands on your mouth, shutting down the whimpers wishing to escape as your heart shatters at the sight. Of your boyfriend buckling on the ground, his ankles and knees giving, and over-exhaustion taking over his muscles.

You are just relieved his teammates are there to share the burden with him, to carry the weight when it becomes too heavy — never abandoning him.

Good members build a good team. You think, and before your tearful eyes, you know Ryota is in better hands.

Even with a heavy heart from their loss, finally, you can breathe.

sooooo, i'm probably out of my mind for writing about a character/fandom that i haven't seen in years 😬 and i think it's showing.

honestly speaking, this drabble drastically changed from my initial idea to what it is now, and i am still not 1000% satisfied with the outcome. but i just don't know where this is going anymore. and if i sat on it for far too long, i'll end up scrapping it. and i don't want that 🙁

still, hope you enjoy xx

[anophiles]

unstoppable shalala~ ☆

[tender-sushijima]

kurobas fandom arise pls, i have an offering

a fanfic, a quick oneshot of a quartet of boyfriends

thank you 🫶