#kise smut

[anastasiabowe]

“𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗜𝗚!” — KNBmen and how they comfort you and work you down on their big cocks.

note: Enjoy!

Content warnings: Praise, piv, pain kink, dacryphilia, big dick, head, choking, cum swallowing, anything else!

★ — KAGAMI

Kagami is VERY gentile. He cannot and WILL NOT hurt you. He just can’t do it! Sometimes his personal needs get the best of him, but he makes sure you beat him up afterwards.

Kagami prefers if you take the lead only so you can take your time and use your dick as much as you want. He likes when you can just be comfortable and happy!

Although he hates you being in pain, he can’t help but get a little turned on knowing his cock is like a spear that is plotting you open- hey, it might be a weird kink, but he’s happy he is more than enough for you!

“Good girl.” Kagami groaned as you slowly lowered down on him. Your legs shook and strained as the pain between your legs and the burning in your thighs became nearly unbearable.

“I-it’s too big!” You whimpered. “And my legs hurt!” Tears welled in your eyes, and your throat burned.

Kagami grabbed your hips to help relieve the burn in your thighs after he heard your cry. You grateful, slowly slid inch by inch down his cock until you were now comfortably (leg wise) sitting on him.

Kagami leaned up and softly kissed your lips. “Doing so good f’me, take your time.” He praised as you nodded and kissed him back, tears in your eyes.

“Take your time.” He repeated.

★ — KUROKO

Kuroko is surprisingly mean! Not mean like Aomine (which you will soon see) but he’s mean! If you’re not riding, he’s bullying his way into his pussy. He did his best to stretch you before hand, so it shouldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong! It hurts like hell, every. Fucking. Time! Kuroko just tunes you out and continues to slowly but faster than comfort slide in to your tight cunt.

Kuroko usually stops when he’s fully sheathed inside, he may be mean, but he isn’t cruel. He’ll also kiss you and rub your sides as you sniffle from crying earlier.

“*hip* y-your *hip* so mean!” You cry as he finally bottomed out. He groaned trying not to cum right then and there, and all you could do is try to catch your breath from all the hysterical crying you were doing.

“I’m sorry baby, you just feel so good.” His soft voice comforted as his dick twitched at every whimper and hic from you recovering.

He kissed your wet lips, and you kissed him back. He grabbed your face, and used his thumbs to rub your cheeks soothingly.

“Just take some deep breaths, I won’t move, promise.” His blue eyes locked on your glossy ones, and you nodded and controlled your breathing. When the pain soon decreased, and a burn of desire took over, all signs of being upset and sad disappeared.

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded eagerly.

“Words please.”

“I’m r-ready.”

“Ok, I’m going to move now, squeeze my hand if it’s too much.” He grabbed your hand and you smiled.

“Ok!” He smiled back and pulled his hips back and pushed them in.

★ — KISE

Kise starts off really mean but then when he hears you cry he is an instant golden teddy bear, I swear on my life! He wants to act tough and like he enjoys being in control, which is partly true, but the second you cry out in pain, that persona went out the window.

Kise will usually have you in mating press, he loves to see your face in pain or pleasure, but if it’s just outright unbearable pain in your face, he will switch up.

He would stop all of his movements and focus on your soft spots and your sensitive ones to get you comfortable!

“K-Kise!” You gasp in pain, and he ignores you. You cling to his back and he continued to push in.

“Stop! Please it hurts!” Again he ignores you and continues pushing in. At some point you started sobbing, and that must have knocked him out of whatever he was in. You didn’t want to use your safe word, you didn’t want him to completely stop, you just wanted him to slow down!

He blinked and looked at your face. His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed. He stopped moving iing, and grabbed your face.

“S-shit, I’m sorry!” He looked frantic, yet you could still sense a bit of lust coming off of him. “I-I must of zoned out, I’m so sorry baby!” His blonde locks tickled your face, and you felt upset at him. Very upset.

“I asked you to *hip* stop!” You continued to cry and he slowly pulled out, making you wrap your legs around him to stop.

“Don’t pull out!” He looked at you confused and you whined your eyes. “Just slow down! Y-you big fat bitch!” You insulted him, making him laugh knowing who you were really talking about.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’ll slow down. Just can’t help getting excited when I have all this to myself!” He pecked your lips, and whiled the rest of the tears in your face.

★ — AOMINE

The biggest, the meanest, the most utterly cruel man you know! Well, you chose this man, so you’re not REALLY complaining, but still!

Aomine is a sadist, a very mild one, and your kind of a masochist so you both go hand in hand, but just because you enjoy a little bit of pain doesn’t mean you can’t say he isn’t mean!

Aomine has a tendency to just slam himself into you, and slowly fuck you to be nice. He loves to hear you cry for him, he loves to see your eyes widen in pain, he just loves loves LOVES it!

Aomine slammed into you, making you scream and dig your fresh nails into the pillows. “Mine!” You cry out, he growled and fucked you harder than usual.

“You know you like it, you slut.” He pounded into you, and you continued to cry and cry. He had you in doggy, and you could feel the pillows getting wetter and wetter from your tears, making you feel agitated.

“Please slow down!” You begged, not wanting him to, but the idea of it didn’t sound to bad either.

“Nah, like hearing you cry on my cock.” He chuckled, as he continued to pound into you. You sniffled and cried and he just continued to claim what was his. Aomine wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you up to him. He continued to fuck you while also kissing your neck.

“Such a good fucking slut. Taking my dick better than normal, bet you like when I use you like this.” You whimper when you felt your high coming in.

“A-aomin-“ he sucked in your neck and you moaned.

“What?” He mocked when you fell silent. The pleasure was becoming so much.

“Already fucked my baby dumb. What do you know!” He chuckled.

★ — MURASAKIBARA

Murasakibara doesn’t even know he’s big. I mean he knows it, but whenever he tried to put it in, it just doesn’t… fit? Like, I mean, his tip doesn’t slide in, he has to physically push the tip in, like more than how normal guy who have big dicks have too.

You usually have a hard time when it comes to his dick because he can’t even put it all inside of you, it reaches your cervix at halfway. So he can’t fuck you luke he wants too.

So whenever it doesn’t usually work out he just uses your mouth instead.

“Fuck baby, using your mouth like a fucking pro.” He praised as your mouth opened to the hilt. He was reaching deep in your throat, and you couldn’t breath very well. You pulled off and coughed. His stomach fluttered with butterfly’s when he saw that his dick was too much for you to handle.

“What’s wrong baby?” He pushed the hair out of your face, and a visible pour formed on your lips.

“I can’t take it all! You’re too big!” You wanted to impress him, even though he was already very impressed by you. You always impress him.

“It’s ok baby, you’re doing so well!” He praised and you didn’t believe him.

You liwerwd back on him and tried to take him again, this time much harder than last time since your throat was in defense mode.

Murasakibara brought his heavy hand to the back of your head and pushed you down. You gagged but tried your best. Tears spilled out your eyes from the pressure, and he only encouraged you to continue, and you did.

You bobbed your head despite it only being halfway there. He groaned and you felt a warm and slightly salty liquid fill your mouth.

He held you down despite you tapping his thigh to breath. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up. He chuckled and squished your cheeks with his other hand. You were coughing, and he was treating you like a baby.

“Breathe baby, breath.” You wiped your mouth, and he let go of your cheeks.

“How about we try my cock in your pussy next?”

[lamnwar]

Love to See You Squirm // Kise Ryōta x Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!

A/N: first kinktober entry ever ahhh!! <333 Context: Learning that you like to be tied up might have been the best thing that ever happened to you. Warnings: Hard dom!Kise x Rope bunny! reader, bonding, pussy eating, fingering, nipple play, reader has a praise kink, use of "slut" and "whore" (affectionately)

You are, without any reasonable doubt, the most precious thing on Earth. Ryōta would die on that hill – everything from the soft purr of his name coming out of your plump lips to the plush of your body drives him crazy. How can he not be a mad man when you exist? A beautiful doll in the hold of his slender fingers, so obediently nodding at his every word, his favourite toy, undoubtedly.

He could shiver at the sight of the golden rope digging in your flesh, holding your legs spread for him, the sweet whimpering sounds coming out of your lips drawing a soft chuckle out of him.

“Doll, use your words. You know I love that pretty voice of yours.” He smiles with so much kindness, almost as if he’s not the one who’s tied you like that, a smile of pure pleasure plastered on his lips at the sight of his work of art.

“Touch me, Ryo!” you whine desperately.

It’s almost painful to sit there, splayed open, your leaking cunt on display for his golden eyes and begging for attention in a complete state of depravity. And you want to reach for him, pull him on top of you just for the solace of feeling his skin against yours – but you can’t. And you’re to blame, entirely.

It was on a random night with your boyfriend that you came to learn of something that you didn’t know about yourself. It started fairly innocent; when he had your hands tied in your back with his expensive tie – the silk soft against your skin at first till he tugged on it harder to bound you. You were immobilized, squirming under his grip while he had his way, sweet coos in your ear. “Ah, ah... be good and take it.” “Here you go, such an obedient slut...” And boy, you never came so hard in your life. It was then that it became evident that you liked to be tied up and when that knowledge came upon Ryōta’s mind, it wasn’t long till he learned how to bond you.

He’s always been a fast learner, anyway. It’s not much of a surprise that he knows how to tie you in the best quality rope, cutting the circulation where it should, splaying you wide open for his own enjoyment, restraining your moves so you squirm desperately under his ministration.

“Shit babe, look at you...” his voice is soft against your skin, a teasing finger tracing your quivering lips. “You’re really losing your mind here, aren’t you?”

He chuckles, fingers trailing down your throat, your clavicles, and finding the rope tied between your breasts – pushing them out, making them awfully sensitive. Your skin is on fire, even more when he reaches your hardened nipples. What a curious thing, he ponders, flicking over your swollen buds as if your body is an experiment and he is the scientist. He touches, teases and observes.

Ah, what a sweet sound you make when he pinches your nipple. It’s even cute, the way you squirm, but fail to move as you truly wish. It’s more like a failed attempt at pushing your chest into his malicious hands, than anything else.

Pathetic, that you are at every tug on your sensitive buds, the high-pitched expression of your desperation being the kind of entertainment he can’t get enough of.

And the minute his hand reaches lower, closer to your aching cunt, all you can do is beg.

“Ryō, please! Need to feel you...”

“Yeah? My pussy has been quite neglected, hasn’t it?” he coos, giving you a mere surface touch. But it is well enough for him to understand the extent of your need.

He’s surprised himself at the sight of his slick-covered digits – he’s barely touched you, and you’re already dripping. That fact itself makes him elated, coming to kiss you urgently. You’re surprised – it’s not like him to indulge in a kiss like that. But you aren’t one to complain, not when you can finally feel him. His soft tongue against yours, ecstasy peppered on your taste buds. You whine – you can’t touch him, but you want to. You want to run your fingers in his soft blond locks, pulling him closer so he can engulf you entirely. You can cry when he pulls away, the lost of contact making your soul ache. He’s right here, yet you miss him so much.

“Shit... look how easily I can slide in!” he laughs, happy at how you take his finger so suddenly.

He’s not one to give you a warning, anyways. You don’t know whether to cry from how good it feels to finally feel him in your cunt, or from that unsufferable need for more. More, more, more!

You feel insane, like a beast in heat. All you can do is twist and writhe, your hands tied in your back holding the sheets for dear life as he continues to push his fingers in and out of your sweet cave.

“You were made to take my fingers, aren’t you?”

You nod, unable to deny what is certainly a truth. The way your walls cling to his digits, inviting them in so warmly is a testament of his words.

“Such a good slut f’me...” He mutters, leaving a kiss on your thigh, right next to where the rope digs in your flesh. You buck your hips forward, a silent demand for his mouth on you.

His golden eyes glimmer between your legs, almost as if he’s read your mind. Maybe he did, what would you know? At this point, you don’t care much about things that made sense. That unquenchable thirst for Ryōta is in itself proof of your insanity. Can one be so much in need for a man? And he reads right through you. Something about the sight of you like that – that thin layer of sweat on your skin from all your squirming, the scent of your drench pussy so close to his face, the red tint in your skin contrasting with the gold of the rope. Your eyes are pleading, but you know he won’t indulge you unless you speak up. But it’s hard! Oh, so hard to utter any word in the state you’re in.

“Ask for it” you hear his voice from above you, the loss of his touch making you feel empty.

He’s so pretty, hovering your body like that; yet, so intimidating you can’t help to surrender. You are so defenceless, anyway. All of your thoughts busy with him – his fingers, his lips, his tongue. Oh, do you crave him, so bad.

“Can you eat me up, please?” you ask in a meek voice.

It’s cute, frankly. He softly laughs, a gentle hand cradling your face like he’s handling crystal. Your doe eyes scan his face in search of his intention, praying with all your soul that he’ll fold.

“Ah, pretty... you’re so good, aren’t you?” He sighs, settling back between your legs. He hums, the sweet perfume of your nectar sending him on a cloud. “All polite and cute. Look at this, how can I not feast on that pussy, hm?”

His words are punctuated to a teasing flick of his tongue on your swollen clitoris, the simple action making you shiver. You’re so sensitive that you could cry, and nothing could make the handsome blond happier. And when he finally gives your leaking folds a languid lick, you could pass out on the spot. The song of your moans vibrates in your bedroom while your boyfriend makes out with your cunt. His tongue moves graciously, dancing on the sensitive surface of your core – a sharp contrast with the not-so-gracious way you squirm at his actions. He chuckles, soothing voice resonating against your seeping hole.

“Shh... be good. You want me to continue, right? Can’t keep me away from that sweet pussy...”

He hums, your delectable nectar dripping on his tongue. He can do this all the day, frankly. Hell, if you weren’t restrained, you might have found yourself having to physically pull him away from his well-earned place between your thighs. But you can’t; all you can do is let out lewd sounds – proof of your pleasure.

“Taste so fucking good... shit.”

He sighs dramatically, the shadow of a groan hiding at the back of his throat. Eating you out like that, seeing you wide open for him, the sight of your gorgeous cunt... all of it making him painfully hard. He curses himself when he realises that he’s been unconsciously grinding against the bed sheets, not wanting to let you know that despite his seemingly calm, he is probably just as desperate as you. The need to fill your pussy with his hard cock intoxicates him, and he channels his frustrations with all the flicks and licks of his wet tongue against your heat.

You shudder, your orgasm pending. It builds in the depth of your stomach, muscles of your pelvis contracting while you cry for some release. It doesn’t help when he dips his tongue in your hole, walls clenching around the wet muscles like they were trying to keep it captive.

“Gonna come, hm? That’s a good whore, make a mess on my face.”

You barely get to process his crude paroles that you find yourself under the assault of your orgasm. You move, shake desperately, in a pathetic attempt to control your bonded body. Your moans become whines, and whines become cries when you finally snap.

“Ryōta!” you cry, unable to even recognise your own voice at the moment.

Your juices coating the rope that wraps in your inner thighs, and your tears of pleasure mixing with your sweat – fuck, how he wishes to eat you whole, let the salt on your skin linger on his tongue eternally. He holds your thighs, restraining you squirms as you navigate through your high, covering his face in your honey. He laps at all that you give him – a blessing really, if you ask him.

“You did so good, so good...” he whispers in your ear, peppering your neck with soft kisses.

He’s so delicate, so loving, and you just can’t understand why. And yet, he doesn’t question a thing.

Without any reasonable doubt, Ryōta Kise believes that you are the most precious thing to ever exist.

[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 ⚠️

[hoedorokishoto]

Fan Girls Shman Girls

Ryouta Kise x Reader

all characters are 18+

warnings - swearing, suggestive language

“You don’t have to run off you know y/n-cchi. The world won’t stop spinning just because you admit you like me and snuggle.” Kise said from behind you. A smirk on his face as he leant back on his elbows, long legs spread beneath the blanket that was now hiding how naked he was. You couldn’t deny he was handsome, and not that you would ever say it but sometime when the light touched his golden hair just right, he looked ethereal. Something not of this word.

“I have a lot of um, baking to do. I need to practise for the school festival, coach will have my head if I give everyone food poisoning from our stall” You said matter-of-factly, pulling on your pants that you found discarded among other clothes on the floor.

“Baking? That was the first thing you could think of?” Kise laughed, the sound making your heart skip a beat.

No matter what Ryouta Kise did he did with such grace. Kise slept, ate, talked and just lived in model. Never a single hair or step out of place.

“I was actually thinking about Baking the whole time, that’s why I was moaning so loudly.” You joked back, winking at the man with a smile.

“Hmm unless there is a pastry called “Fuck me harder Ryouta” I’m going to have to say you are lying.” He replied. Flashing his 1000-watt smile as you stared at him, mouth hung open at his response. Unable to think of a remark.

“We could be more than this you know.” He said lowly, coming up in front of you, kissing up your neck into your hair. You stomach tightening as your legs rubbed together.

“What and face the wrath of the fan girls? I’ll pass.” You answered, moving your head to the side as he continued with his small kisses. His tongue licking a strip up your neck as goosebumps overtook every inch of your skin.  

Despite your joke, you knew it was more than that. Despite being in this position now, you always questioned how you got here. How the ace of the basketball team and all-round golden boy of the school decided to spend most of his afternoons with you. A little no one, not excelling at sports, or academics and you certainly didn’t think you were anything too impressive to look at. Not someone as beautiful as Kise.

“I’ll admit, I don’t have baking but I do have to study. I’ll um text you later.” You said, standing up and out of Kise’s reach, grabbing your backpack and phone from the desk.

Kise’s face dropping slightly, his hair falling over his face as you opened his door and walked out. 

                                                             *

 “I just don’t get it Coach!” Kise exclaimed, head in his hands as he sighed heavily.

“Don’t you have any friends to talk to about this sort of stuff Kise?” Coach asked, his gruff voice low as he observed his star player. Looking more defeated than he had ever seen him in the 3 years he had spent coaching.

“I tried to call some of them, but they just laughed and didn’t take me seriously. I have never been turned down and they keep joking that I’m losing my touch.” Kise continued, shoulders still slouched.

“It’s not even like that though, we have se…..”

“OKAY! Stop right there, I feel like that might be too much for me to hear.” Coach admitted, waving his hands around, his face flustered and in shock.

“You must like this girl Kise, you could pick any of the girls that show up here every day yet the one who no one has ever seen and rejects you almost bi-weekly is that one that has you down in the dumps.” He responded gruffly.

“Listen kid, it’s a sucky situation. I’ll admit. But if you don’t sort it out and do something about it, I will rain hell down on you! I won’t have you miss anymore shot because you were too busy crying over a girl!” Coach yelled and swung a towel around the back of Kise’s head.

*

Class felt like it had never taken this long, the hands of the clock looking as though they weren’t even moving. The last class of the day killing almost every braincell you had left to spare, your eye’s fluttering closed.

It didn’t help that you also had volleyball after this, your bones already sore from just the thought of whatever the coach was going to put you through today.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the chattering of the girls in front of you.

“So do you think Kise has a girlfriend, usually he flirts back but now he just brushes me off. I even made him snacks and he gave them to the first years on the team. He didn’t even look inside the bag.” She said, dropping her head on her hand and pouting over at her friend.

It had been like this since your first year at Kaijo, even at your first assembly before laying eyes on Ryouta Kise you were hearing about him. How handsome he was, how awesome at basketball he was and how he was a model. Your official meeting with the small forward happening week’s later, a walk to class ending with a swift basketball to the head and a trip to the nurse, your dazed form being carried by none other than Mr Model himself. Apologising every second, not leaving you until the nurse gave you the all clear to return to class.

You smiled at the memory, and all the memories you’ve made together since then. Kise becoming your friend, then eventually becoming whatever it is you would call him now.

“Miss L/N, the bell rang. On your way now.” Your teacher called, breaking you out of you head as you got up in a hurry and made your way to the club room.

*

You were late, now being the last person getting changed as everyone cleared out and made their way to the gym.

Whistle

You turned quickly, covering your chest with your shirt as you took in the last person you expected to see right now.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before Y/N-chii, don’t know why you are covering up.” He said lightly, bringing his hand up to run through his hair. His exposed arm flexing as he did.

“Well I thought you were a disgusting pervert, jury is still out.” You said, lifting the shirt over your head and pulling it down, not noticing Ryouta coming up behind you and sitting down at the bench. His hand reaching out and playing with the hem of your shorts, his eyes sad as he looked you up and down.

“Are you okay Kise?” You asked, walking over and standing between his legs. His head resting on your stomach as his golden hair fell around his face.

“No Y/N, everything is not okay and I’m tired of pretending that it is.” He answered, lifting your shirt slightly and caressing the bare skin of you hip. Your whole body tensing at his words. Was this it, had he finally come to his senses and concluded that you had. That no matter what, in every universe Ryouta Kise was irrevocably better than you. The thought crossing your mind made your heart clench, the thought stinging more than you cared to admit. Kise’s large hands being a anchor holding you in place as your mind raced.

“I need to be with you Y/N… It’s always been you and it always will be.” He admitted, kissing your hip and resting his head  back on your stomach. You swear your heart skipped a beat and you forgot how to breath. Your hands tightening on the fabric of his black top.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, I want people to know that you are mine and I am yours. Since the moment I saw you I knew that I needed you.”

“Is that why you through a basketball at my head?” You asked, breaking the tension and leaning down to his eye level, your hands cupping his face as his golden eyes bore into yours. A smile spreading across his face.

“I want to be with you to Ryouta, but…”

“No buts!”

“But I don’t want to hold you back from being with someone who truly deserves you. I think we both know there are people out there who are way better than I am.” You admitted, dropping to your knees in front of him, hands falling to your side.

“I don’t know that! I know that I love you and I always have!”

You looked up at him, tears prickling the back of your eyes as Kise leant down and connected his lips to yours. Not holding back as he picked you up and placed you in his lap. Your legs straddling him as you kissed him back. Your hands running through his hair as his hands crept up the back of your t-shirt.

“Let’s go home, so I can show you just how much I mean every word I said.”

“What if the girls see?” You started

“Fan girls shman girls. The sooner they see I’m taken the better.” He stated.

“I’ve officially got you now baby and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

[lillianrennifer]

Always feel free to request! 🥰

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Nothing So Far

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Nothing So Far

🐺 Aomine

Nothing So Far

🐸 Midorima

Nothing So Far

🦅 Takao

Nothing So Far

🐻 Murasakibara

Nothing So Far

🐁 Tatsuya

Nothing So Far

🐉 Akashi

Nothing So Far

🕷️ Hanamiya

Nothing So Far

[koolaidmansb1tch]

I CANNOT FUCKING BREATHE

when the knb boys (GoM + Kuroko + Kagami + Takao + Kiyoshi) text you something dirty, accidentally. (autocorrect is their mortal enemy)

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- jaimie

© 𝟫𝟫𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝟐𝟎𝟤𝟣. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃.

[kleftiko]

currently thinking of pretty boys…

pretty boys who got so much attention in school from girls, but never got farther than a hot make out session and some over the top action.

pretty boys who learned how to sweet talk and give the impression of a player, but still jack off at night to that worn down magazine.

pretty boys who go to uni with false confidence, thinking they know how to please a woman.

pretty boys who freeze up when their flirting lands them in your dorm when your roommate is out.

pretty boys who’s thick cocks leak when you shamelessly strip bare, their once dirty mouths dry in anticipation.

pretty boys who can only let out pathetic whimpers when you pull their hair back and ask where their confidence went.

pretty boys who try their hardest not to cum as soon as you sit on their cocks, who become your pretty little doll and let you do whatever you want to them.

pretty boys who look at you with puppy eyes as you help give him the best orgasm he’s ever had.

— ATSUMU, oikawa, kuroo, aomine, midorima(?), KISE, hawks, GOJO, etc.

[thefandomthings]

(In a argument)

You: Fuck you, Aomine!

Aomine: Later. Now, listen here you little shit-

[qupidology]

Of all of the GOM you’d think that Kise would be the most gentle in bed. From the way he interacts with everyone with a smile on his face and in such a sweet manner you’d really think he’s the type to kiss you sweetly as he’s fucking you nice and slow.

But no. Kise is the type of man who wants to see tears running down your face, makeup ruined, and choked noises between a moan and a sob leave your mouth as he drills into you so fucking deeply you think he’s bruised your cervix. He’s the type of man to choke you with one hand as his lips are next to your ear whispering the filthiest words.

And even when you’re crying about it being too much and you can’t go anymore he’d just roll his eyes at you while he goes on for the ninth round that night. And don’t even try blacking out on him because he’ll make sure you’re awake enough to feel him fuck his kids nice and deep into you. And if even after he’s slapped your face a few times telling you to keep your eyes open you can’t, he’ll grip you by your chin, his golden eyes burning holes into you and say, “Either keep your fuckin eyes open or we’ll make a movie for you to watch later on. I’ll even invite my teammates over to watch too so they can see how much of a slut you are.”

[theanimeroom]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

BRAINROTTING OVER…

💎 men who miss you so much when you’re away. so much so, that they resort to stealing your belongings in order to satiate their urges. it was only supposed to be a week, maybe even sooner, that’s what you told him. your business trip would be a walk in the park for you, and once you finished closing out the deal your company made, you would be on your way back home.

so why? why is it that you still weren’t home? he’d spent the last few days dealing with the empty house you’d left him in, a pout on his face every time he walked into a room and you weren’t there to greet him happily. he settled for the takeout that he got everyday since he was a menace in the kitchen, you not trusting him within an inch of his life to cook a meal. he’d even managed to work with the blood filled appendage between his legs that never seemed to go away. but as the days grew longer and so did your trip, the man just couldn’t seem to take it anymore.

his hips rotated desperately as he clenched his fist around his cock, a look of anguish painting his face as he tried to force the orgasm that’d been building in him for the past week and a half. his teeth clenched around the material of his shirt that was stuffed into his mouth, pitiful whines and grunts muffling themselves into the cloth. he pictured you in his head, your teasing expression staring down at him while you stroked him, soft hands dragging him closer and closer to the edge of that narrow cliff.

the slick sound of the lube slicking his shaft blended into his cries, body jerking as his thumb grazed the tip lightly. every touch left his body on fire, the thought and image of you pushing him over the edge left him so close that he could taste it, just a small nudge and he’d be tumbling head first into bliss. yet, time and time again, the moment he felt like the leash would snap, he’d come back to his senses just long enough to remind him that you weren’t home, orgasm quickly fading away at the revelation.

it wasn’t enough, it wouldn’t be enough.

more, more, more.

his eyes were blurry as he peeled them open, a result of how hard he was squeezing them shut moments prior. when he was able to focus he looked around the room for something that could help, gaze falling onto the bedside dresser where his phone sat atop of it. he contemplated for a moment whether he wanted to risk waking you up at this late hour, before his attention was directed elsewhere, onto the top drawer where some of your belongings resided.

as the idea crossed his mind he mentally asked himself if he was really this down bad, but with another throb of his cock he cursed lowly before quickly reaching for the dresser.

his hands found their way inside rather quickly, hands rummaging through the undergarments until he felt the familiar waistband of his particular favorite pair of underwear. he was quick to snatch the material out of its confines eyes lighting up when his eyes landed on the pretty red cloth.

there was no room for embarrassment as he brought the thin panties to his nose, a deep sigh escaping him as he inhaled your lingering scent.

this.

the man’s hips shot into the air, searching for friction as he nearly became high off the action. you would be disgusted in him if you saw how lowly of a human he was, but when you were this much of a drug for him, what else was he supposed to do? his hand quickly wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing tightly as he felt heat course through his body.

with another whiff he was fucking into his fist like his life depended on it, cries of pleasure masked by the pair of underwear he’d stolen for himself.

“ahh~” his red and angry tip leaked with every stroke, incoherent pleas begging for you to let him come. his back lurched from the bed in a disasterous arch, your scent flooding his nose as he felt like his whole body would explode. “want it, want it, please fuckkkk–!!!”

it hit him all at once, every muscle contracting and squeezing so tightly it left his knuckles white and teeth clenching. his hips bucked rapidly into his fist, riding out the blissful high that he couldn’t seem to grasp. his breathing was scattered and shallow, mind blanking as he only saw a white sheet enveloping his body. he relaxed, maniacal smile stretching across his face as he relished in his afterglow.

he shuttered when he released himself, his now soft cock slapping against his sweaty stomach. he could barely move by the time he was able to open his eyes, fingers twitching around the red panties held in his grasp. when he looked down at himself he let out a small chuckle at the picture he’d painted all over his stomach, laying the underwear to the side as he reminded himself to put them back where he found them later.

his breathing started to recover as he shut his eyes once more, shielding his gaze from the world until he felt his mind starting to wander, thoughts of you and your pretty smile being the last thing he thought of before slipping into a content slumber, wondering momentarily;

you wouldn’t have to know about this right?

kazutora, takemichi, hanma, peh-yan | bachira, nagi, kunigami, hiori | uryuu, yumichika, kira, urahara | kise, izuki, midorima, wakamatsu + your faves!

[anastasiabowe]

𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨 — how your boyfriend is and how he acts with you, only you bring out a new him!

note: I saw this format on a couple of posts and wanted to try it out! I would tag people but there is so many people that use this format, so, sorry!

Content warnings: nsfw (17+), swearing, masturbation,(Kagami), overstimulation, bondage (Kise), pussy eating (Teppei),dacryphilia, degradation if you squint (Aomine), riding (Midorima), stand fuck? (Murasakibara), and anything else I forgot!

★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜

Kagami is a big baby when it comes to you. He always misses you! Even though with his teammates and friends he seems stable and intense, he falls to his knees for you, he cries for you at night, wanting to feel you in every place imaginable. Can’t hold it against him, you’re literally perfect!

You had arrived home from work with Riko, and the apartment you and Kagami share, you only part-time, was weirdly quiet. You dropped off your stuff, and called out to Kagami. You walked slowly to the bedroom, and muffled noises were becoming more and more clear.

Kagami whined and groaned as he worked his cock with his hand. Frustration pinning a furious red on his face and his shirt was in between his teeth. His abs defined from him tending his abdomen and you couldn’t help but get weak in the knees hearing him cry out, not only crying out profanities, but crying out your name.

“Hah, w-wish you were here baby!” He moaned again, trying his hardest to relieve the burn of the blood flowing his dick. He pinched his nipple, and groaned out to that. You pushed open the door, and Kagami flinched, but didn’t stop. Your face was in complete shock and awe and he couldn’t help but nearly come right then and there from simply seeing your face.

You approach the bed, and crawl towards him. “Move your hand.” You command to the red haired man.

“B-but-“ you smacked his thigh, and he removed his hand.

“I wanna help!” Your dominant demeanor no longer evident. You smile, and he nodded aggressively, jerking his hips up when you firmly grabbed his dick.

“T-thank you!” He moaned as you You kiss his heated lips. “Love you so-so much-much!”

★ — 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗘

Kise, kise, kise. A kind man at first appearance, a strict man at heart. Don’t get me wrong, kise is a great guy, thoughtful, loving, respectful, but he also wants to be in control. He wants to do things his way, that being where you both go to for a date, or where you lay while he fucks the last brain cells out of your head’s.

Kise sat on the sofa in your shared home. His jaw clenched and legs crossed. His arms draped over the back of the sofa and he watched the show in the screen.

You on the other hand were upstairs, on the king sized bed, hands and legs tied and a vibrator in and on your cunt. You cry as your cunt was overworked and pain was starting to course through your cunt. You could t fee anything but the uncomfortable pain from the vibrations, yet orgasms after orgasms instinctively rip from you.

“K-kise! P-please!” You scream out again, his teeth clenching harder against each other. “I-I’m sorry!” You cried when another orgasm scraped its way out of you.

Kise sighed and stood up. He walked upstairs and into the master bedroom. Your body was limp against the bindings, and your face was completely wet from the tears in your face. You did this to yourself. Even though you couldn’t stand this punishment, you never used your safe word. Kise wanted to pity you, but again you did this to yourself.

He got on the bed, and turned off the vibrators. As he did so, your body convulsed, and then he felt a little bad.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He grabbed your cheeks and moved your head towards him.

“Y-yes.” Your weak voice spoke out. She smiled, and kissed your lip’s softly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Kise took off the cuffs, he cleaned your hypersensitive cunt as gently as he could. He rubbed ointment on your wrists and ankles, and he stripped himself of his shirt and pants, and laid with you.

“Don’t fuck with me again, y/n.” He help you tighter in his arms. You nodded, and he smiled.

★ — 𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗜

Can Teppei ever just not be himself? Teppei is the sweetest man known to mankind. Whenever you both hang out, it never feels awkward or unnatural to be around him, he is just so easy to love!

Teppei prepared a warm bath with bath soaps and candles, no rose petals though, he’s allergic, but he did put in rubber duckies, just to be funny! You were exhausted from doing your afterschool job, and he knew exactly what you needed. So when you entered the bath, him behind you, his heart fluttered seeing the face he wanted to see, satisfaction.

He washed your back, and hair. He laid with you, hummed a song that put your mind at ease. He even helped dry you off and carried you back into your shared room.

“Just let me help you relax, baby.” His comforting tone made you follow his command. He spread your pussy lips and began to suck on your clit. His tongue circling it at the same time. You grabbed the pillows as you felt even more amazing with how he was eating you out.

“Mhm, feel good?” He looked up, still eating you out.

“Mhm, very good!” You moan out making him chuckle.

He continued to eat you out until you quickly grabbed his head and pushed him farther into your cunt.

“So close! Please don’t stop!” Teppei pushed your thighs even farther apart, enhancing the pleasure, and also to stop you from crushing his head.

You came while pulling his hair. He groaned at the feeling, and rutted his dick into the mattress from the feeling.

Once you came down from your orgasm, Teppei climbed up to you and hovered over you. you looked up at the brunette who was smiling. You chuckle and said,

“Guess you like hair pulling more than I do!” He laughed and kissed you.

“I guess so!”

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

Aomine is a bitch. He knows it, I know it, now you know it. And, when I say bitch, I mean he is meeeean! But you’re into that, so who is really complaining? Aomine does everything in his power to make you upset, not like genuinely upset, but more so a “stop being so mean!” Upset. He doesn’t hurt you, call you names or pick at insecurities, he says things like “you can do way better.” In a blunt tone.

Aomine also is distant in a trashy boyfriend way. He is a good boyfriend most times, but a lot of times he just ghosts you, ignores you, and he also sometimes has the audacity to talk to other girls! He doesn’t indulge in any physical contact, but he wants to see you upset or crying.

Aomine is a dacryphiliac. He strives to see you cry. But, it isn’t hard to get you too, because your a baby. A big cry baby while we’re at it. Your dress is too short, you cry. Your shoes aren’t tying right, you cry. If you can’t fall asleep when you want to, you cry! But Aomine loves it.

“Please put it in!” Tears stream down your face as Aomine rubs his tip anywhere and thrusts it everywhere but your cunt. You just wanted to indulge in an intimate session with your boyfriend but he isn’t doing very much.

“Quit your crying, I do what I fucking want.” He slips inside but quickly pulls out. Aomine has good stamina and self control when he wants to, and this is the time where his self control is at its peak. He can just tease and tease until he’s ready.

You ball up your fists and hit the mattress. Your forehead also hirs it as if you were throwing a tantrum.

“Fine.” He said annoyed, and he started to pound into you.

“Y-you- aha! You b-bitch!” You moan out as he rolled his eyes.

“What else is new?” His voice sounded so controlled despite the rapid and aggressive thrusting he was doing.

“Wouldn’t say that shit if I wasn’t fucking my pussy. I’d be grateful if I were you, not many girls get this opportunity.” He said straight into your ear.

“I- aha! I’m gonna c-“

“Shut the fuck up- shit.” He interrupted as he repositioned himself, and pulled you onto him as if you were some sex doll or fleshlight.

“Aominichi!” You squeal as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Fuck!” He slowed down his thrusts and pulled out of you.

“What are you-“

He flipped you on top of him, and laid back.

“If you want my cum, work for it.”

★ — 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗔

A literal Aomine opposite. He comes off cold and a know it all, but he is really a great listener and man of advice. You kind of find his whole lucky item thing a bit weird, and how he revolves his whole day around his zodiac and lucky item, but he’s still cute!

He always gets a duplicate of his lucky item, knowing it might not matter to you or have as much luck as for him, but he wants to share as much of his luck with you as he can. He always wants you to be where he is, that being games, school, and even work.

He treats you like his own lucky item, accept he doesn’t need a website or paper to tell him that. He also likes when you take control. He loves when you use him. He’s always so tired of having to worry about this and that, and doesn’t like always being the leader of something since he’s apart of the GOM.

“Mmm, Shintarō!” You moan as you rode him. His large hands gripped your his tightly, and his usually neat green hair was messy and half wet from the multiple rounds you’ve put him through.

“Ha- wha-what’s got you so worked up today?” He was out of breath, and all you could do was smile.

“Having a hot boyfriend comes wit-with perks.” You continued to hop on his long dick, despite the burn of your thighs.

“I see.” He smirked. And he felt another orgasm approach. You rolled your hips, trying to cum one more time.

“I’m so close! Please, Shin, h-help me!” Your legs got the best of you, and you needed his help.

“Alright, but beware, I’m not holding back.” He flipped you both over, and he grabbed your waist. He quickly fucked you both, his hot moans and your pitchy ones filled the room, as this was going to be the last round of many.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You repeated over and over, and Midorima leaned down and kissed you.

“Cum for me.” His voice was deeper and that done it for you.

You screamed, and he continued to rut into you until he groaned and came inside of you. He laid on top of you, and you both laid there and caught your breaths.

“Knew that damn coin was going to give me extra fortune today.”

You hit his back, and he chuckled.

★ — 𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗔

This man is LAZY! And I’m not just saying that either. He literally doesn’t want to do anything around the house, he doesn’t want to help with groceries, he just wants to eat and maybe, just maybe, play a small game of basketball, but unlikely.

He usually prefers to sit around the house and watch tv, but when you’ve made it very clear that in order for y’all to fuck, he has to do the work, he was basically a man who worked his whole life.

Since he was a big man, he couldn’t get away with doing nothing. If you need him to get a bug on the ceiling, he’s getting that bug. If you need him to get a kitten out of a tree, he’s getting the kitten, or he won’t get your sweet, delicious cunt.

“No.” You said, even more pissed of than before.

“Why not!” The big ass man whined. His dick laying on his lower abdomen as you sat rught next to him with your arms crossed.

“At your grown age, if you want something done, you’d work to get it done.”

He frowned, and you stood your ground.

“Fine, whatever.” He crossed his arms and looked away. After maybe 5 seconds, he got up and put you over his shoulders.

After many fake attempts of being mad and asking him to put you down, you lost your clothes and was now being moved on his dick like a sex doll. His tall stature and your much shorter one almost made you seem like a doll.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he bounced you up and down his dick.

“Is this enough work for ya?” The spite in his voice thick like honey.

“M-m-hm!” The broken noises from the bouncing were the only things you could muster as his dick reached the deepest parts of your body.

“Always whining about how lazy I am, sorry I like to rest!” He is talking to himself more at this point.

You quietly came in his cock, he didn’t even notice from all the yapping he was doing.

“Just tryna make you happy, but no, always gotta be mad at so-“ his words froze, and you were gone.

“Already dumb on my dick? Had so much shit left to say.” He brought you over to the bed, and just continued to fuck you there

“Lazy!” He laughed to himself. “I’ll show you lazy.” This, my friend, is going to be a long night for you!

[lamnwar]

Like my hair, sweets? // Kise Ryōta x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

omggg this was a request and I took so long to work on it that I was happy when I finished it but my dumb ass accidentally deleted the ask ☠️☠️ I think it was @sonofattacomeunapigna?? Girl if it was you lmk and sorry again for taking so long + deleting the ask 😭

Context: in which your boyfriend shows you his new haircut and gets quite the reaction from you. <3

Warnings: slight nipple play, pussy eating (basically that's all it is 🤭), hair pulling, and I think that's all?

Pretty boys have always been your type. There’s just something with the flutter of their long eyelashes, the plump of their pink lips, the perfect balance of sharp and soft in the lines of their faces that makes you go wild for them.

So, it comes to no surprise that you’re dating the ultimate pretty boy, Ryōta Kise. His idol-type self has never been one to go unnoticed, hoards of girls (and boys) at his feet every since he hit puberty and developed his features for which he is famous now. But amongst all the things that make him such a beauty – way beyond is Greek-god like figure, or his enticing honey-coloured eyes – one thing has always stood out to you: his hair.

Granted, Ryōta’s hair has always been eye-catching; not a lot of Japanese people can claim to be naturally blond, golden locks adorning their head since birth. You like to believe your boyfriend to be stellar, quite literally. Overwise, why would he be so radiant, if he’s not a star? A true light, that with a smile and a couple of sweet words, makes you forget the stupid little things he’s done, like putting water everywhere in the bathroom after his shower, or accidentally bleaching your black clothes. And he just has to lay his head on your chest, letting you run your fingers through the sun-like strands as he kisses your skin softly between “sorry, I can be a dumbass sometimes.”

But something is different today, you figure as he walks into your room with nonchalance – or rather, a semblant of nonchalance. There’s the shadow of a grin hiding on his face when he lays his eyes on you, making you certain that he craves for you to notice him, to say something. You ponder if you should give him that pleasure or toy around with him a bit longer. Anyways, the choice isn’t up to you – it’s up to your self-control. Yeah, because for how long can you keep your hands to yourself, when he’s looking like that?

“Ryō, come here a minute” you gesture to him from your spot on the bed.

You’re splayed on the mattress, somewhat resembling a spirit, giving him the call he’s been hoping for. And the pretty boy climbs on bed right to your side, looking at you with anticipation. You stare at him, fingers reaching for his face and leaving sweet caresses on his cheeks before you trail them up to his hair. They feel soft, the fresh perfume of his shampoo coming to you when you ruffle his locks.

“Hey!”

You laugh, a mischievous smile on your face as he tries to find his phone in a hurry, opening the front camera to put his hair back as it was.

“What?” you chuckle “You wanted me to notice, right? I just did.”

“Don’t ruin it if you dislike it.” He pouts from the other side of the bed.

You look at him, raising your eyebrows.

“I love it, the fuck you’re talking about?”

“Huh?”

You smile, climbing on his lap as you run your fingers through his hair again – but nicer this time, as to not dishevel his golden lock.

“Your new haircut” you hum, leaning in while his hands rest on your thighs, slightly gripping them under the sensation of your nails racking his scalp, “I didn’t know you could get hotter but here I stand, corrected.”

“Yeah?” He tilts his head, wanting to look unaffected by your compliment, but he fails miserably.

Ryōta gets compliments every other day, replying to them with a smile and a “thank you, that’s sweet” almost like an automat programmed to do just that. But when sweet words to his ego come from you, it’s a different story. It always makes him blush like a silly teenage boy in love, words of praise that make him feel better about himself than any trophy he’s ever got, or any magazine cover he’s ever been on.

“Love your new hair, Ryō” your honeyed voice travels to his ear like a song, “can’t stop thinking about messing it while you’re between my legs.”

Your lewd words go straight to his cock, a flow of blood rushing to make it twitch. You feel it against your thighs, as you draw closer to him on his lap. Soft chuckle coming out of your lips, you wrap your arms around his neck, humming.

“See, Ryō, soft hair like yours is made for me to tug on it. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He laughs, nodding at your words. He’s truly shining, you think to yourself as he smoothly manhandles you to put you on your back, his slender fingers on your thighs as he opens them up.

“You’re absolutely right, sweet face.” He nods, playfulness in his golden irises. “You know what? Maybe you should be the one to do my hair, hm?”

You giggle, feeling his soft lips press against yours before he trails his kisses down your neck, then to your collarbones, sucking the skin just enough to leave a mark. His odyssey down your body continues, face buried in between your breasts under your shirt, peppering the skin with smooth kisses. He watches your breath accelerate, the beats or your heart resonate in his ear as he toys with your hardened nipples. You bite back your whimpers, refusing to let him know that he’s making you so desperate already by merely playing with your tits. But Ryōta is observant, particularly with you, and he knows what’s brewing in that body of yours. The lust, the need for him.

Getting his head out of under your shirt, the blond straightens up, running his fingers through his hair, pulling them back, as he exhales. His fringe falls back on his face, offering a perfect frame for his gorgeous eyes. You watch him, the blinks of the dark lashes you love so much, then the warm flame that only shows up when he hungers for the sweet taste of you.

“I’m gonna eat you out so good babe, you want me to, huh?” He asks as he goes back between your legs, tugging on your shorts with the clear intent of removing them.

“Uh-huh!” you nod enthusiastically, not bothered to hide your excitement.

You know, for all the time you’ve been with Ryōta, that he is the kind to apply himself when it counts; and taste the sweet nectar of your cunt is one of those things that he takes seriously, vowing to perfection, the moment his lips meet the sensitive skin of your mound. He honours every parcel with kisses, fingers trailing down your slit to split you open. He chuckles, looking up at you like an angel.

“So wet already, hm? Just from the idea of me between your legs?”

You blush, muttering an embarrassed “fuck off, Ryō”, which only makes him laugh more. You’re adorable, he thinks, writhing under him as his tongue teases your clitoris, sending jolts of pleasure across your body. You whimper, grabbing his hair as he buries his face in your cunt, lapping at your sweet nectar like it gives him life. And maybe he does, by the way his breath hitches in his throat and he whines against you. You can almost read his mind – “pull my hair again.”

Your fingers tangled in his blond locks, you pull him closer, deeper in your pussy. Nose pressed to your skin as his tongue dips in your hole, then goes back up to twist on your sensitive clit, a dance of sorts, as he makes out with your cunt.

“Ah… Ryō, fuck!” you whine, hips bucking forward you move against his face.

Your hold on his head intensifies, almost as if you want him to stay there and not move, ever. Yeah, that’s where your pretty boy belongs – face deep in your pussy.

He hums, adding two of his slender fingers to the moves of his tongue and lips, sending you to the edge faster than you wish. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he gets you there, on the brink of your orgasm. But almost as if he knows it, he pulls away despite your strong hold on his head. You gasp, looking up at him in confusion.

“Ryōta!” you whine, like a brat who’s been denied what she wants for the first time ever.

He laughs, pecking your pouting lips in a way that makes your blood boil. But before you can say a word, his fingers dip back inside your cunt, curling to hit the spongy spot that makes you mewl like a beast in heat.

“Aw baby…” he says through his teasing grin, “can’t I toy with you? That’s my pussy, after all.”

You can’t voice your protest, only whining in response. He cackles, and you feel like slapping him for being such a fucker, but the way he looks right now is too godly for you to even risk it. The gloss of his lips caused by your juices, the mischief in his eyes, and his messy hair, looking like he’s just come out of a storm.

“Ryō, make me cum, please!”

“Oh, that’s new” he raises an eyebrow, “you say please, now? How sweet. Should I-“

“Yes!”

He tuts, leaning forward again, just close enough for his breath to fan on your erect clitoris, but not close enough for your satisfaction.

“You didn’t even let me finish my sentence. Saying “yes” like that… tsk.” He chuckles lowly, smirking. “What if I was asking if I should leave you like that, hm?”

You quickly shake your head, hands finding their natural place in his hair as you press him to your pussy.

“Ryō, I wanna cum!”

He giggles, kissing your clit.

“Ah, you’re too sweet for me to say no.”

You could almost sigh in relief if it wasn’t for the way he knocks the air out of your lungs by lapping languidly at your cunt. You squirm, thighs closing around his head while you tug at his hair. If you weren’t too busy being tongue-fucked so good, you would have certainly heard the slight moan he’s voiced when you’ve pulled his hair, but that’s ok. If you ever realise how much he likes the way you tug at his locks, it would probably be the end of him. He can’t hand you that privilege, give you an opportunity to drive him crazy the same way he’s driving you crazy right now.

“Fuck, gonna…”

You pant, pulling on his hair as he gives you the final blow, a silent cry coming out of you before you let go of him. It takes the sound of his voice to bring you back to Earth, and you look in front of you, facing the pretty face of your boyfriend. He’s so beautiful, you think, his wild strands of hair falling in his face as he hovers above you. He smiles, leaning in to kiss you. You respond with hunger, not recognizing yourself in that neediness. And yet…

“I’m not done with you, sweet face.”

[aomine-ryo]

i remember seeing this awhile back but imagine aomine fucking kaijos sweet little manager… id go mad if i was kise bc imagine ur best friend getting ucm by ur rival id be sick teehee LOL

The pure thought of this drives me feral. Had to write a long ass scenario about this omg. Hope you like it bc I definitely liked writing it!! xx

Scenario: Aomine fucking Kaijo’s fem!manager (nsfw)

- all characters are aged up

“Kise, you’re so rude.”

You watched as Touou’s ace, Aomine Daiki, wandered over to you and Kise before a practice match you had organised against the team. He slickly swung his arm around Kise’s shoulder and shifted his body weight onto him, making Kise stumble to regain his balance.

“Huh? Rude?” Kise furrowed his brows.

Aomine’s eyes met yours and softened as the most insufferable smirk spread across his face. “You never told me how adorable your manager is— so rude.”

You felt the colour rise to your cheeks as you averted your gaze out of embarrassment.

Kise lightly elbowed Aomine’s stomach as he clicked his tongue in annoyance, Aomine wincing as he did so. “Shut up, Aomine. Our manager is off limits,” Kise snapped.

“Well that’s no fun. Although I won’t believe it until I hear it from her,” he said, looking over to you.

“Don’t you have a warmup to get to? You might need it,” you replied, avoiding the subject altogether; you were always a bad liar.

“How boring, but I’ll take your word for it, Y/N,” Aomine smiled as he started walking back over to his team’s bench. “Don’t slack off this time, Kise!” He called out as he strode off.

“What an asshole,” Kise mumbled, but it was clear he missed this kind of banter with Aomine.

“I know this is a practice game but I’d really appreciate it if you’d kick his ass,” you said to Kise, though your eyes were fixated on the navy-haired boy. You watched as he threw a few practice shots, all perfectly swishing the net— he made it look too easy. He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but from what you could tell, there was absolutely no need for him to do that; he wasn’t even sweating. It was almost as if he was putting on a show for you— giving you a glimpse of the perfectly toned abs that could make you salivate at the thought of.

“Y/N?” Kise sang, waving his hand in front of your face to snap you out of it. You hadn’t even realised he’d been talking until now.

“Huh?” You blinked, directing your gaze back to Kise.

“You alright?” He asked, trying to figure out what had you so invested. Your gaze seemed to have led to Aomine but it surely wasn’t that— it was just Aomine.

“Yeah I’m alright. Just zoned out, sorry. What were you saying?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he shook his head, not wanting to start his rant about Aomine all over. “I’m gonna go back to the warmup though.”

You hummed and nodded in response, watching as he ran back to the rest of the team before returning your gaze to Aomine. However, you felt you heart do a little flip when a pair of blue eyes met yours in return. Aomine was looking straight back at you and your instinct to look away instantly kicked in, your eyes wandering everywhere else around the court.

You quickly absorbed yourself in your manager duties instead to distract you from Aomine. Before you knew it, it was game time and your attention completely shifted to Kaijo’s gameplay. Of course, every now and then you’d just be in awe of the way Aomine played, but Kise was just as good. By the last quarter, it was really anyone’s game. Unfortunately, it just seemed to be Touou’s day as they ended up winning with a two point lead.

“That was a good game, Kise— you really did improve since the last game,” you consoled Kise with a sweaty hug as he made his way over to the bench.

“Really?” Kise asked, tone full of hope as he plopped down in his seat, completely winded.

“Yes really. Besides, it’s good that it was a practice game because now we know what we need to improve on when we actually play them in the winter.”

“Yeah I guess—“

“Oi Kise,” a deep voice cut him off as you felt an arm swing around your shoulders. “That was actually a fun game,” beamed Aomine.

“You’re only saying that because you won,” Kise rolled his eyes as he took a sip out of his water bottle.

“Nah you actually had me questioning myself back there, I can’t lie,” he replied genuinely, though he was now simply using you as something to lean on.

“Mhm sure. Can you get off of Y/N-cchi now? You’re obviously making her uncomfortable by leaning on her with your sweaty ass— she’s just too polite to say anything,” Kise spoke for you. However, you didn’t mind all that much. Yes, he was sweaty but you were not complaining about how close he was to you.

“Nah she loves having me around,” Aomine smiled as he leaned in so close to your ear that you could feel his breath on your skin, “don’t you?”

Shudders swam through your body as colour rose in your cheeks once more. You wanted to say something witty back but your mind seemed to have drawn a blank.

“Stop being weird, Aominecchi,” Kise clicked his tongue in annoyance, but Aomine kept his arm around you.

“Surely I should get a prize for winning, right Y/N?” He smiled, not taking his eyes off you. You hated this. You hated how he got you weak in the knees simply with the way your name rolled off his tongue. You hated how there were so many people around you right now because all you wanted to do was rip the clothes off his stupidly hot body.

“She’s not an object to win, quit it,” Kise snapped again. It almost felt like he was giving the answers for you because in any normal situation that’s exactly what you’d say. But it was almost like you were in a trance.

Aomine sighed as he straightened himself and took his arm off of you. “Calm down Kise, I’m just messing around. I’m gonna go shower. Catch you later,” he said dapping Kise up before turning to walk away. Once again, you caught yourself watching his every move, except this time Aomine felt it. He turned his torso ever so slightly to meet your eyes and gave you a wink before heading off. How is it that if any other man did that to you you’d immediately throw up, but with him your stomach does a thousand little happy flips?

“You know if you ever feel uncomfortable with him just say the word and I won’t hesitate to kick him in the balls right?” Kise informed you, the utmost seriousness in his tone.

You just gave him a light chuckle in response, “Noted.”

Once Kise headed in to shower and freshen up, you too decided to head to the bathroom because you desperately needed a moment alone to gather your thoughts. You locked the door behind you and just stared at yourself in the mirror before letting out the deepest sigh. You knew you were supposed to be focusing on your team but all you could think about was Kise’s stupid rival. Why’d he have to be so hot?

You shook it off and rinsed your hands. It was over now. You wouldn’t be seeing him until the next match and that was a good month away. You’ll be over it by then.

You gathered yourself and stepped out the washroom, only to find Aomine who just so happened to be walking down that hallway. Talk about timing.

“Y/N! Did you follow me here? As flattered as I am, it is a bit stalker-ish don’t you think?” Aomine grinned as he walked up to you.

“I was just using the washroom. As if I’d stalk someone like you,” you retorted, eyes immediately meeting the floor.

“Oh really? So it wasn’t you that was watching me all throughout my warmup?” He questioned, his voice softening but you could hear the absolute shit-eating grin he had on his face.

Your brain scrambled to try and find the words to deny it.

“Look at you now, you can’t even look me in the eye,” he muttered, his pointer finger reaching under your chin to pivot your head upward. His face was now inches away from yours and his deep blue eyes had a sinister look in them that made you want to melt right then and there.

You waited expectantly. Surely he was going to kiss you— you weren’t complaining. There’s no way he’d come this close to your face without doing a single thing, right?

His grin grew wider, almost as if he could read your mind. “I’m not going to kiss you,” he said simply and your expression visibly dropped.

“Huh?” Was all you could muster out.

“If you want it, you have to make the first move,” he said in what was barely a whisper.

He knew what he was doing. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you— you just wouldn’t admit it.

Your emotions seemed to take over your brain as your eyes remained fixated on his lips. They were right there. All logic was thrown out the window as the scent of his freshly-showered body made its way into your lungs. You felt yourself inching closer and closer like he was a magnet, your lips eventually crashing onto his as you pushed your body against him. Aomine was warm. Every part of your body was inviting— or rather, begging him for more. But he pulled himself away from the kiss.

“You realise anyone could walk down this hallway right?” Aomine said softly, eyes full of lust.

You let out a sigh before pulling him into the washroom and locking the door. “Better?” You said sarcastically, back pressed against the door as you looked up at him confidently.

“Perfect,” he breathed, pressing his lips against yours once more, except this time with more vigour. His arms snaked around your waist, hands shifting lower and lower as his tongue made its way into your mouth, your underwear feeling damper under your skirt.

Without even pulling away, Aomine lifted you up from the back of your thighs so your legs were straddling his hips. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as you felt his hardening member grind against you through his sweatpants. Aomine’s lips began to make its way down to your neck, sucking and gnawing at your skin as you tried your best to keep quiet. The taller boy could hear your heavy breaths in his ear and it was admittedly making him even harder. “Tell me what you want,” he breathed in between the kisses on your neck.

“I want you,” you moaned, your sweet voice sending shivers down his spine as it took everything in him to not just rip your clothes off.

“You want me to what?” He asked, pulling away from your neck to meet your eyes.

“I-I want you to fuck me,” you mumbled shamelessly, creating the biggest smirk on Aomine’s face. He quickly pulled his shirt off before helping you take yours off, both of you taking moments to admire what was in front of you.

The navy haired boy set you down and pulled you over to the counter, placing himself behind you as he looked into your eyes through the mirror. His left hand had a firm grip on your chest while his right hand made its way under your skirt, fingers having a feel around you through your soaked panties. “My god, what would Kise think if he knew that Kaijo’s sweet little manager was this wet for their rival?” Aomine hummed, one finger easily sliding into you.

You let out a gasp as he began moving his finger in and out of you, adding a second one in not too soon after. With the way everything had been building up, the absolute pleasure you felt when Aomine fucked his fingers into you was inexplicable. The moans you let out were absolutely sinful; Aomine was rather shocked to find out that someone as innocent-looking as you could be completely undone like this.

“Oh fuck, Aomine,” you moaned, feeling a familiar tightness in your stomach.

“Cumming already? What an absolute slut you are for me, princess. Go on then,” he smirked, moving his fingers faster as you let yourself go.

Aomine took his fingers out of you, soaking in your essence as you took deep breaths to recompose yourself. He pulled the waistband off his sweatpants and underwear down just enough to relieve his now throbbing member out of its confines. He pumped it up and down a few times before beginning to rub himself around your entrance. He let out a heavy breath as he felt the heat and wetness of your pussy on him.

You needed more of him. But he kept teasing you— lining himself right up at your entrance pushing just the tip in before pulling it out. You whined in desperation.

“What is it, princess? Tell me,” Aomine grinned, enjoying the power he had over you a little too much.

“I need you so bad please just fuck me,” you whined.

“So desperate for me how sweet,” he smiled, pushing his full length into you without hesitation as you let out a moan so loud he had to put a hand over your mouth. He pulled your torso up so his mouth was right next to your ear and you watched him through the mirror. “As beautiful as your moans are for me, we can’t really risk being caught now, can we? Unless of course you want everyone to know what a slut Kaijo’s manager is?” he whispered, dick buried deep inside you, stretching you open. “Do you want that?”

You shook your head no.

“That’s what I thought. So shut it,” he said menacingly as he moved his hand from your mouth and bent you over the counter. He slowly began to slide his member out before slamming it right back in again and you did your very best to not make a sound. But as he kept repeating the motion, you couldn’t help but let out soft moans of pleasure.

“F-Faster, please,” you whined, meeting the eyes that were watching you struggle under him through the mirror with a big smirk on his face.

“As you wish, princess.” Aomine picked up the pace instantly, his skin slapping against yours so rapidly that the bathroom echoed with the sound. It was now impossible to not let out any moans as you felt Aomine hit spots you didn’t think were possible. As if you weren’t stimulated enough, you felt one of his hands reach down to your clit, drawing circles on it at such a pace that you had to cover your own mouth from screaming in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Aomine watched how you melted into his touch in the mirror. Admiring your efforts to minimise the noises you made, all while inflating his ego over the fact that it was him that was making you feel this way. He could feel you clenching tightly around his dick, slowly beginning to reach his climax too.

“You wanna cum, don’t you, princess?” Aomine panted as he kept thrusting into you.

“Mhm,” you nodded as you kept your mouth sealed with your own hand.

“Use your words,” he demanded, the pure dominance he had over you sending you closer and closer towards the edge.

“Yes! I’m going to cum. Please can I cum?” you don’t know what washed over you to ask for his permission like that.

Aomine chuckled at the request. “God what a polite little slut you are. Of course you can cum. Cum all over my dick for me, princess,” he said sweetly, stimulating your clit as he felt you convulse around his length, sweet little moans and profanities leaving your lips as you did so.

The sight alone had him reaching his edge too, hot, white cum shooting into you as he rode himself down from his high, slowly pulling himself out of you as he watched your gaping hole drip with the mess he made. He moved your panties back over to cover your modesty before getting himself back into order.

“You know, I didn’t strike you to be the filthy kind, princess,” Aomine smiled as he tossed you your shirt.

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped, the sweet nickname just rubbing in the fact that you were like putty in his hands.

“What? Princess?” He chuckled. “No can do, I know you like it when I call you that.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

Both of you stepped out the bathroom into the (thankfully) empty hallway and began to head out together. You checked your phone and found 3 missed calls from Kise. What on earth were you supposed to tell him?

As you and Aomine stepped out of the school gates, you were greeted by Kise, was standing there waiting. “Kise! I just saw your calls, sorry I totally missed them!” You apologised immediately. You didn’t expect to see him this soon before you could even think of an excuse.

“Y/N-cchi where have you been? And why the hell is he with you?” Kise questioned, glaring at Aomine.

“Calm down dumbass. We just bumped into each other on the way out,” Aomine lied calmly. “I’m gonna head back home. You guys need a ride?”

“No thanks,” Kise answered immediately.

“Cool. See you later then, princess,” Aomine grinned at you before turning on his heel to walk away, leaving you a blushing mess. “By the way try to beat me next time Kise, I’m getting tired of winning!” he joked.

“Shut up!” Kise snapped, sticking his tongue out to mock him even though Aomine had his back towards him.

You made up an excuse about needing to go up to the staff room to help the coach out with something when Kise finally questioned you and it seemed to work out. It was better he didn’t know about you and Aomine because you knew he’d just lose his mind over it.

Over the next two weeks, you kept in contact with Aomine. It started with just flirty messages over text but it quickly became a regular occurrence for you to meet him at night for a hookups in his car or his house whenever his parents were out. You hated to admit it, but the sexual chemistry between you two was no joke. Moreover, the fact that you had to keep it hidden just made it ten times more exciting.

There was one evening you were hanging out at Kise’s house. You were meant to be doing homework but that got thrown out the window when Kise got distracted on TikTok, pulling you down the rabbit hole with him. So both of you were just laying on his bed in silence, scrolling through your phones.

meet me out front in 5?

A text from Aomine.

y/n: I can’t rn. At Kise’s x

aomine: okay i’ll pick you up from his then

y/n: that desperate? 😭

aomine: only for you princess <3

You couldn’t help but smile like a fucking idiot at the words that were on your screen as you typed a reply.

y/n: so cringe

“Why are you smiling so much?” Kise questioned, snapping you out of your conversation.

“Hm? It’s nothing, just thought of something funny while scrolling,” you said as you exited the messaging app and returned to TikTok. “Also I’ll probably head home in a bit,” you informed him.

“Alright,” Kise nodded. He shifted closer to you and just started watching the TikToks on your phone because he was bored of his. It was a normal occurrence for the two of you to do this at some point in the evening— one of you would get bored and watch the other person’s TikToks and then complain about how shit their sense of humour is— the same old same old.

You seemed to lose track of time while laughing along with Kise to the point where you had completely forgotten about Aomine. That was until a text banner popped up at the top of your screen with Aomine’s name asking “are you out yet?”

You immediately pushed the banner away but it was too late because both of you had read the message. Kise furrowed his brows at you.

“Aomine? What is Aominecchi doing texting you?”

“Huh? It’s nothing, we just randomly started talking after the practice match, that’s all,” you said, unable to make something up because the proof said otherwise.

“You’re talking to Aomine? What does ‘are you out yet’ mean? IS HE WAITING OUTSIDE FOR YOU?” Kise exclaimed loudly once he connected the dots. He immediately began to march towards his window.

“It’s not that serious—“

“THAT’S HIS CAR!” Kise cut you off.

“Kise, you need to calm down—“

“No, the three of us are going to have a fun little conversation—“

“No we aren’t.”

“Yes we are. Come on,” Kise dragged you by your arm and stepped outside, marching towards Aomine’s car.

The navy haired boy rolled down the window with a smug smile on his face. “Hey Kise, how’s it going?” he said nonchalantly.

“What are you doing with Y/N?” He interrogated immediately, making you want to crawl in a hole and die.

“Hey now, you’re making Y/N uncomfortable, look at her,” Aomine chuckled, giving you a sympathetic look and making Kise fume even more.

“Why are you hanging out with my best friend now?” Kise asked again.

“You sure you want the honest answer?” Aomine asked.

“Yes!”

“No!” You and Kise answered simultaneously.

Aomine looked over at you and his eyes softened. “Come on now, princess, we’re all adults here I’m sure Kise will understand.”

At this point you weren’t sure what Aomine’s intentions were. On one hand, you were sure he just wanted to clear the air because there was no point lying now. On the other hand, it seemed like he just wanted to see Kise react.

You sighed. You couldn’t escape this. “Fine tell him.”

“Well Kise, to put it simply, your sweet little manager here seems to know her way around my body extremely well—“

“Aomine!” You yelled to cut him off the awful way he was explaining it.

“What the actual fuck?” Was all Kise was able to mutter out.

“Okay listen Kise, I love you but I’ve been hiding this one little thing about my life because I wasn’t sure how you’d react— but Aomine and I have been hooking up,” you explained.

“Come on, that’s pretty much exactly what I was saying,” Aomine intervened and you just shot him a glare.

“You do realise he’s in our rival team right?” Kise said, still trying to process this information.

“Yes I know, but whatever happens on the court is different,” you replied.

“What, so you guys have just been fucking behind my back every day then?”

“Yeah pretty much so can you get over it now so we can get on with it?” Aomine sighed, trying to hurry this process along even though it was absolutely hysterical to him.

“Oh my god you’re not helping,” you snapped. “Are you okay, Kise?”

“What do you even see in him?” Kise asked, disgusted.

“I can show you too if you want, Kise, just give me a kiss,” Aomine joked as he puckered up his lips mockingly.

“I hate you,” Kise narrowed his eyes at Aomine.

“I love you too,” Aomine replied sweetly, blowing him a kiss. “Are you done crying now?”

Kise looked over at you. He seemed to be tired of entertaining Aomine. “I’m not happy about this but whatever.”

You gave Kise a tight hug. “I’m so sorry for lying to you.”

“Call me if he ever lays a finger on you without your consent,” Kise said, hugging you back as he shot a glare at Aomine.

“Oh no my timbers have been shivered,” Aomine said sarcastically and you had to swallow a chuckle.

“Fuck off Aominecchi. You’re not winning the next Kaijo game— Y/N-cchi’s gonna tell me everything,” Kise said as he began to walk back to his front door.

“If you say so,” Aomine brushed him off as you got into his car. He looked over at you softly, “You wouldn’t say a word, would you, princess?”

“I wouldn’t recommend you test that.”

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˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົཽ ~ focus !

Bimbo! Reader x smart bf! Various characters

wk - 1.8k - love smart bfs sm

fem bodied reader , fem pronouns , reader gets called , “baby” , “slut” , dumbification , thigh riding, fingering , cock warming , desk sex , praise , degradation , cream pie , sub!reader , meandom —> softdom bf

Things like studying always would come easy for your bf . For you however , it was pretty difficult. Being the kind , caring and thoughtful boyfriend he is he wanted to help you out and help you study for your upcoming test . You two weren’t in the same class but he thought he would just see where he could help and maybe him being there would be some of the support you need .

He knocked on your off campus apartment door and waited patiently . You opened the door , smiling from ear to ear you were so happy to see your boyfriend - he has been so busy due to tests he has been either in the library or in the comfort of his own bedroom studying . You wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him tightly , “ah- I missed you so so so sooo much” you said wiggling your body and pressing it firmly to him . “I know baby I’m sorry, after all these tests I promise you’ll see me more. Have you started studying yet?” He asked softly , his hand on the small of your back , your sweet boyfriend truly expects the best from you. You pull away from the hug and look down at the floor , “today or like at all?” You said smiling at him . “At all” he deadpanned you. You puffed your cheeks up with air and looked around thinking of an answer . He sighed before walking into your apartment and closing the door behind him , you took his hand and lead him to your bedroom before flopping down onto your bed.

He walked to your desk and overlooked your worksheets and the blank study guide you were given by your teacher. His eyebrows furrowed and he stared at you , who was now laying on your stomach , scrolling through tiktok on your phone , kicking your feet in the air. “Have you seriously not done any of this y/n?” . You shook your head without looking at him , “nope” with the “p” accentuated to make a popping sound . “Baby come- sit here I’ll help you” he said sitting in your desk chair patting his lap for you to sit down . You giddily jumped up with your phone in hand , “leave that there” he said in a more firm tone. You didn’t mind , you threw your phone back down onto your bed and sat down onto your bf’s lap giggling like a school girl .

Your bf slowly went over the contents he wanted you to start today , it would be between 30 minutes - 1 hour of studying then you’d be allowed an allocated 15 minute break before starting again . You huffed when he finished explaining . Your pink glossy lips pressed together and pouted , “but I’ve really missed you- can we?” Your fingers danced up and down his toned bicep . His expression darkened and his tongue pressed against the inside of his mouth , “so that’s what this is? You dressed up all cute because you missed me and missed my cock stretching you out?” He asked in a low voice . You nodded excitedly, “mhm mhm- can we then I’ll study or whatever I promise” you grinned at your boyfriend . “I came over and I was so pleased you finally wanted to study- but no you just want to be a cock slut . Per usual” . You huffed , “it’s not per usual anymore since you never wanna dick me down anymore” . The slight annoyance and anger in your boyfriends tone made you giddy, and extremely desperate.

You began to shift whilst sitting on your bf’s lap, it had been so long since he had touched you , you squirmed with your legs either side on one of his toned thighs . You tried to grind your hips down as conspicuous as possible but of course he noticed his pants starting to dampen and how you squeezed your thighs around his . “Y/n focus or I won’t be touching you at all” he said pointing down at your study guide which was still very lacklustre. You huffed , “it’s been two weeks- that’s like so many hours without dick” your boyfriend “tsked” in response , “is dick all you think about? Is that why you’re so bad at studying? You wanna be a dumb slut instead?” . You bit down on your bottom lip , grinding your damp sex against your boyfriends thigh yet again , “for you yeah” , “focus on this” , “can you help I dunno where to start” .

After another five minutes of studying your boyfriend started to become annoyed by how much you were being sidetracked by your own horniness. “Stop grinding yourself on me” he said holding your hips in place . After a while of you huffing and puffing complaining , your boyfriend grew impatient . “Such a slut. You wanna act like a slut? You’re gonna be treat like one” he said before flipping your mini skirt up and shoving his hands down into your panties , his fingers becoming drenched with your slick , “how are you this wet from just sitting here? I bet you thought I’d just fuck you as soon as I got here and disregard studying, you’re probably wearing the panties I bought you . Is that right?” . Your bottom lip between your teeth , you nodded furiously as his thick fingers started to circle your throbbing clit , he moved his hand down to insert two fingers inside your sloppy cunt , making you mewl out his name . “Stand up” your boyfriend instructed as he removed his fingers from your throbbing sex , you gasped and clenched around the emptiness that was once filled by his fingers .

Your boyfriend was now the impatient one , he grabbed your hips and pulled you up , once you were standing in front of him he flipped your skirt up to confirm his theory and laughed dryly when he saw that he was right , before taking his index and middle finger and looping it into the band of your panties before ripping them down so they fell around your ankles , “kick them off” he instructed, you got all giddy again when you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and the zipper of his pants pulling down . Before you knew it , his hands were gripping your hips again but this time to pull you back down , he began to slowly inch his cock into you , he hissed between his teeth when feeling you adjust to his size and length after a long time of not experiencing this feeling.

You gripped the arms of your chair for support as your boyfriend’s dick began to rip you down the middle , you had forgotten how big it was . Your eyes rolled into the back of your head , tongue lolling out of your mouth when he finally bottomed out . Your bf was feeling mean and didn’t even give you a second to adjust before he started manually bouncing you up and down on his cock making you chant his name like a mantra . He smiled against your shoulder , “my pretty baby missed this cock hm?” You could only nod and moan , felt too good to give him a proper response .

Until he stopped. You whined , “huh? I thought you were fucking me? Why did you stop?” You said babbling like a baby . His hands returned to your hips , “you haven’t even got half way through your work. I wasn’t gonna let you get your own way? So go on continue” . You grumbled , “with your cock inside?” He hummed and nodded before tapping the work sheets in front of you yet again.

After 45 minutes of working you had gotten through basically all of your worksheets with the help of your boyfriend , maybe you just focused better with his cock inside you? Your boyfriend kissed your shoulder blade , “well done baby. You did exactly what I expected. Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” . You nodded in response , “thank you” . “Thank you?” “Thank you daddy” you beamed up at him. “Grind on my cock baby , get me hard again I’ll fuck you good I promise” he said kissing the back of your neck down the nape of your neck . You always did what your bf told you , after all he only wanted what was best for you . Your hips rocked back and forth on his cock , his hands digging into your soft thighs and hips , “stand up” he said impatiently, before swiping all of your work off of your desk and pushing your torso forward , your face pressed against your desk. “ah- wait what’re you doing?” You said furrowing your eyebrows . “I’m giving you your reward for focusing so well” he said palming his hardening cock since it had previously become soft since cock warming him.

His muscular thighs began to slap against your soft thighs . The sounds of your bodies colliding together filled the room along with the soft pants from your mouth and praises from your boyfriend , “you take me so well baby- I missed you I have . Fuck- don’t clench down on me like that” he had a bruise leaving grip on your hips but you didn’t care you just wanted him to fuck you. Your brain was practically mush and you were a puddle in his hands . “Feels good doesn’t it? You’re close aren’t you?” He said grinning and his cock continuing to bully your gummy spots . At this point thinking was out of the picture , your eyes rolled into the back of your head and tears welled up in your eyes . Your jaw was practically unhinged, your boyfriend kept cooing praises into your ear making your slutty cunt spasm and clench around his cock pummelling your pussy. Your body was limp , “come on come on my cock baby- I’ll fill you up just how you like come on” he grunted out , those words was all you needed before your body began to shake and cream around his cock , leaving a clear ring of slick around the base of his cock. Due to you clenching down so much it caused your boyfriend to dump his long awaited load deep into your womb , he kept pumping until every last drop seeped into you.

He pulled out collapsing back down into the seat pull you onto him , he pressed a deep kiss onto your lips , “such a pretty baby.” You babbled in response still unable to think about anything at all , “maybe I should just always have my dick in you when you need to study” he smiled against you .

Choso kamo , kento nanami , suguru geto , jean kirstein , armin arlert , kise ryota, takashi mitsuya , Atsumu Miya , Wakatoshi Ushijima , kei tsukishima , keigo takami (hawks) , hajime iwaizumi

[madammidnightsblog]

Kaijō Creampie

WARNING: creampie, riding, nipple play, p in v, anal, toy, praising, talks of impregnation, doggystyle

Kasamatsu

It took everything in him not to cum inside of you despite how good you felt wrapped around him, your tight gummy walls squeezing him so deliciously which made his fingers dig into the fat of your hips as you lean down to place a kiss to his ear. Eyes rolling back with every bounce you did was enough to push him over the edge which made him want to push you off to pull out, but he only wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you closer as he released into you. The feeling of his warm cum filling your cunt made you moan into his ear, calling him a naughty boy as he bent his knees and fucked up into you while you gently bit his ear and made him lose it. His thrusts were sloppy and fast which had you jolting forward, his face buried between your breasts as he cried out how it's too good and he can't stop which you cooed. Kasamatsu was slowly going stupid from how your pussy was sucking him in, so tight that he almost couldn't move while you milked him for every drop of cum. Drooling and mindlessly babbling, his hips started to slow down, and he jolts slightly when your fingers found their way to his nipples, playing with the sensitive little buds. Pinching and rubbing his nipples made him gasp and fuck up into you more.

"That's right baby, fuck a baby into me like the good boy you are." You purred as your hand left his hips, your right hand held the headboard while your left clutched the pillow under his head.

Tears formed into his eyes as his dick grew more sensitive by the minute, "Too good.. Your pussy feels too good." He whimpers as his tip kisses your cervix with every sloppy thrust.

Moriyama

His eyes rolled back, hands gripping painfully on your hips, and moans ripping from his throat as you bounce down on his dick while your hands toyed with his perky nipples, tugging and twisting the swollen buds just to see him twitch under you. His dick was deep in your cunt, hitting your sweet spot which had tiny stars dancing in your vision and it only turned you on more so you stopped and rocked your hips slowly to get whines from the beautiful male under you. His eyes were glossy and filled with tears as soft pleas for you to move fell from his swollen lips but you just pinched his nipples, making him gasp and twitch more, trying to push your hands away but you only tugged the small buds. Tears finally spilled down his face as you continued to toy with the aroused buds while cooing at him when he started to weakly thrust up into you, the lewd squelch from your sopping pussy had him on edge and his face heated up once he felt like he was going to cum already.

Feeling him throb and twitch in you was enough to have you lean down and kitty lick his right nipple while mumbling, "Its ok baby, cum f’ me." 

Hearing that was enough to have him sloppy thrust deeper until he finally came, "Thank you!" He mewls as you softly ride his orgasm while kissing across his flushed chest.

Kise

"That's it, take it like a good boy." You growled as your hands squeezed the fat of his ass, thrusting deep into him with your favorite strap.

His eyes were rolled back as drool dripped down his cheek, pooling on the pillow under him as he gripped the bedsheet as your thrusts grew rougher. His dick slapped against his lower abdomen as it dripped precum, throbbing and twitching in arousal as you pushed the strap deeper into him until it hit his prostate which made him let out the sluttiest moans possible. His grip on the sheet was basically ripping the fabric whenever his hips were yanked back against yours until the strap was bottoms up while you tell him how cute he looked under you and how you couldn't wait to fill his hole with cum, the fake cum that was filled to the brim of the toy and he clenched around the toy.

"Look at your ass pussy sucking me up like the greedy whore it is," you pulled back while watching his needy hole tighten around it, "You are getting so spoiled aren't you? So spoiled to the point me pulling out is making you so desperate so why don't I give you what you want." With that, you slammed your hips back into him and grabbed the pump, squeezing it to paint his hole with the cum.

His eyes rolled back once again as he pressed his ass firmly against you, "Fuckkkk!" He groaned, cumming as the feeling of the cum filling him grew too much for him.