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anastasiabowe · 1 year ago

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𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙔! — song lyrics corresponding with your boyfriend!

note: Hey guys! So, I have been writing a lot of KNB posts (which I’ll never stop) but if you guys want someone or many to be written about OTHER than KNB, then just request!

P.S. I wanted to try something new so this is why this is a little different from the recent posts!

Content warnings: smut, piv, licking, pussy eating, back scratching, pussy pounding, dick sucking, praise, jealousy, cuffs, overstimulation, and body worship.

★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜 She's just like candy, she's so sweet!

Kagami dragged his tongue across your neck, growling in the process. You whimper as he did that action, you’ve never done this before, and his tongue feels weird! Kagami continued to dig his fingers that were on your thigh help keep your legs open as he laid between them, and the other on the bed holding himself up.

Kagami wanted to take it slow, savoring in your sweet innocent taste. He has never enjoyed smelling and licking someone like a fucking dog before, but if you asked him to bark, he’d yap. Your hands were on his collar bone as you tried to push his head away. He grabbed your hands with the hand that was on your thigh, and pushed them above your head.

When he was done enjoying your neck, he moved lower. This threw you off. Your face heated up, and panic filled your lungs as he lowered your fitted top past your boobs. Kagami kicked and kissed around your nipples and eventually your nipples causing your- down there to heat up.

Kagami sucked on your nipples, and slowly moved his hand down to your cunt. “W-wait!” Kagami stopped his movements, and lifted his head to look up at you.

He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to clarify. He didn’t move his hands, he actually moved them away from your parts. Eventually when you covered your face from embarrassment he got the memo.

“We don’t have to do this. I just can’t get enough of your taste. You taste sweet.” He smiled, you looked at him through your fingers, and sighed.

“O-ok, well, just go s-slow.” He chuckled, and moved his whole body lower so he was face to face with your cunt.

“Alright, let’s see how sweet she is.” He slid of your panties, and you felt extremely exposed, but yet extremely turned on. Kagami’s mouth practically frothed at the sight. He pushed your legs farther, you pushed back, not wanting him to see all of that, but he was stronger. When you kept fighting he stuck his tongue out and started eating you out. You then slammed your legs closed around Kagami’s head and he chuckled into your cunt.

After a while, he pulled his head from your cunt, prying your legs apart, and looked up at you with a cheeky smile.

“Mhm, she is sweet!”

★ —𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗢 Baby, I got everything and so much more than he's got!

Kuroko’s hand gripped yours as he saw your ex playing basketball in the local basketball courts. He was really good, no, very good, and he caught you taking a quick glance. You didn’t seem interested, but a glance was enough to make him jealous. He pulled you into his house quickly, and you let out a whine thinking you were in trouble or something. Kuroko only got like this when he was upset, so what is he upset about.

He pushed you up the stairs, very gently, but you were moving too slow, and he walked you into the bedroom. He slammed the door behind him and grabbed your face in a heated kiss. His face was so smushed into yours you had to pull away because it was becoming painful. Kuroko placed his hand behind your head to keep your lips on his. You whimper out in pain from your lips digging into your teeth.

Kuroko laid you down on the bed, and when you got a good look at his angry face, you could tell it wasn’t you. It was him. Kuroko quickly pulled your pants down, and spat on your cunt. Even though he is mad and not in the mood to be playing games, you couldn’t help but stifle a quick giggle from his cute little tantrum. He perked his eyebrow up when he head you laugh, and soon it wasn’t funny anymore.

“B-baby! I’m sorry, please just slow d-down!” Kuroko pounded into your cunt, his hair in your and his face. He hit his bottom lip as he kept thinking about how you were probably getting fucked by your ex before Kuroko came along. He kept thinking about how you probably once upon a time enjoyed your ex during sex since you stayed with him so long. These thoughts field his fire which he usually didn’t have very much, and it was becoming too good for you too handle.

“Whatever I did, I-I’m sorry!” Kuroko smashed his lips on yours so you could shut the fuck up. He of course wouldn’t dare say that to you, but that was what he wanted to say to you right now. You whimpered into his mouth as he pounded harshly into your cunt. You felt like cumming again, hoping Kuroko wouldn’t deny another one for you.

“I-I’m gonna c-“ kuroko pounded harder and brought his hand down to your pl cunt and started rubbing your clit. You moaned loudly at the action and came, hard. Kuroko wasn’t quite there, he wanted another one from you, and maybe a few more after that. He wanted to show you he was so much better than your ex!

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 I can name a couple ways, baby, this shit might go!

Aomine clenched his jaw seeing you with your friends. You were wearing a skin tight black dress with ripped tights and black pumps. He already knew guys were up against you wherever you were, and he was upset he couldn’t even punch one in the face. You didn’t know Aomine was following you and your drunk friends. I mean you wouldn’t have been hard to find with all that yapping and screaming you all did. He hurriedly walked towards you and your friends calling out your name so they know he wasn’t a creep.

You turned and stumbled from how drunk you were. Aomine grabbed your arm and dragged you a little ways ahead of your friends. You were in heels so he eventually just had to pick you up and carry you home over his shoulder. He got angrier by the second when he kept pulling your dress down over your ass. Why the fuck did you wear this shirt dress. Your ass must of been out in the open and you weren’t even wearing underwear under the tights.

Once you both reached home, Aomine had an idea. He removed your clothes, put on new ones, washed your face and put you to bed. You may think you’ve gotten away with this, if your altered brain could think at all, but tomorrow will be an interesting day.

When you woke up, your wrists and legs were cuffed to the headboard. If you hadn’t recognized the area, you would’ve thought you were kidnapped, but you heard the shower running and knew Aomine was home. “Shit.” You pulled on the cuffs, thankfully you didn’t have a major headache from all the drinking you did, don’t know how, but Aomine must of Gaven you something.

“Aomine?” You tried to yell out, but the shower was too loud. After maybe 5 minutes, the shower turned off, and out walked Aomine. Wet, hot, and mad. To a normal person he looks normal, but to you, you could see the slight twitch in his jaw, showing he is clenching it, which he only does when he’s upset.

He grabbed another towel and laid it over his head. You watched him, getting hornier by the second, but Aomine knew this. The towel around his hips hung low, and his abs were practically punching you in the face from all the workouts he did.

“Ao-“ “shut the fuck up.” His calm voice saying such an aggressive thing made you even more turned on.

Aomine took a deep breath, a tactic he learned from his anger control therapist, and he thought about what he was going to say.

“Y/n. Why the fuck did you think going out dressed like that, without telling me, is okay?” You frowned, annoyed he even noticed. “I don’t usually give a fuck about what you’re doing, but when you ignore my texts for 4 hours, it’s going to tick me off.” He quickly riddled his hair in the towel, and threw it into a hamper. The towel around his waist came off right behind it and you stared at his cock.

He took another deep breath, and walked towards the bed. “There’s a couple of ways this can go, I can’t decide on one, so why don’t you help me, okay?” You looked at him confused, and he smiled.

“Do you want the good option, or the bad one?” You couldn’t breathe. What this a trick question? “W-what?” You tugged on the cuffs again, getting nervous.

“Do you want the good option, or the bad option.” He repeated the question, still standing waiting for your response. “G-good.” You let out a shaker breath, and he smiled. “Good.”

Aomine pounded into you as you screamed, begging him to slow down. He had been making you cum over and over and over, and never once did a smile not break off his face.

“Oh baby, you had a choice, and this is what you wanted!” Your nails slid down his toned back, making him groan in pleasure. “I personally think this was the best choice.” He leaned down and softly kissed you, almost taunting you, because you guys never kissed gently.

“Don’t worry baby, just a few more, then I forgive you. Does that sound good?” When he looked at your face, he could see your eyes slowly closing. He softly slapped you face and chuckled.

“Don’t pass out on me baby, we still got a little more left to do!”

★ — 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗚𝗔 Need someone who's sweet enough, who'll shoot to make that high note!

Hyuga never had time for a girlfriend, ever since their win at the winter cup, girls up just to speak with him, but he didn’t pay them any mind, until you. Hyuga used to joke about how he wanted a girl who wasn’t needy and could handle herself, so every girl that talked to him acted independent despite then being only a year 1 living with their parents.

But when he met you, his ways changed. You were sweet, kind, and needy. But for some reason, you were an enticing needy. You always wanted him to hang out with you and cuddle with you, and whenever you asked he would, like in a trance, obey you. He doesn’t know why, but he never feels annoyed by the hold you have on him. You aren’t intentionally trying to keep him wrapped around your little finger, but you do!

Hyuga would skip practice for you, very rarely, but if you both made plans and Riko for some reason assigned practice on that day, he would skip it. If there was a game, you were always front row, or on the benches cheering him on, to all the other Seirin girlfriends jealousy.

“Hyuga! Hyuga! Hyuga!” You cheered on the bench with the other teammates of Seirin as the time was ticking and he had to make this final shot. He looked over at your cute face cheering him on, and he felt that go straight to his dick-

He embarrassed but determined, reeled back, soread his feet and and jumped, pushing the basketball high past his opponent and straight into the basket. The arena erupted in a loud roar, and the other Seirin players ran towards Hyuga in victory, but he pushed past them and went straight towards you. He lifted you off the ground and hugged you as if you made the shot.

“You did it! Oh my god you did it!” You excitedly praised him. He felt his dick harden by the praise and had to cut this little victory short.

“We gotta go.” He excitedly said, but panic prevalent, you didn’t even question him and followed him. He led you both into a locked changing room, and he pushed you into the wall.

“I’m sorry baby, this is so inappropriate.” He breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down. You looked up at him with your pretty eyes, and he nearly came right there. You dropped down to your knees and grabbed his cock.

“Did I do this?” Your glossy lips slightly parted after the question which is so innocent but so hot in this current situation.

“You always do this.” You giggled, and brought your lips to his red tip. Hyuga’s knees nearly buckled in when you wrapped your pink lips around his cock.

“Ah! S-shit!” You jumped knowingly and started to take him as much as you could. Hyuga apologized as he grabbed your hair and pushed you onto his cock. You gagged which again, like almost everything you do, nearly made him cum. It was embarrassing at how quickly he came into your mouth, but you don’t care, you know he deserved this!

When you swallowed his cum, and showed him, the groan he let out sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled you up by your hands, and kissed you.

“Don’t make me hard again, we have to get home first.”

★ — 𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗜 Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

Teppei is the definition of innocent. You lean in to kiss him, he turns his cheek, he thought you were trying to kiss his cheek. When you try to touch his abs, he laughs because he’s tickilish. And when you try to hint towards sex, he thinks you’re hinting towards going to sleep! You don’t want to seem slutty or horny, but if you have a hot boyfriend you deserve to have your hot boyfriend! And so, you try everything in your power to see if he’s even comfortable doing it.

You ask him if he’s a virgin. He responds with “what’s your definition of a virgin?” Face slap. You ask him if he’s ever kissed anyone. “Oh, yeah! I’ve kissed my dog, my mom, my sister, my pillow, well I do that every night when I sleep, I don’t have much control over that and I-“ face slap. You ask him if he finds you hot and if he thinks about you at night, he says “of course I think you’re hot! You’re gorgeous, but I always think about you, so.” Double face slap.

You can’t blame a man for being a gentleman but he really is a gentle man. One day, you were so sexually frustrated you resorted to jumping your pillow. Your fingers couldn’t reach where Teppeis COULD reach, and you can’t just rub your cunt! You cried into the air as the pillow wasn’t doing its job. Teppei walked up into the room, hearing your cries and approached you on the bed.

“What wrong?” His hand softly laid on your back as you laid your head against his shoulder. Your lip quivered and he couldn’t tell why.

“It’s nothing.” You softly said, and he pulled you off of his shoulder and made you look at him.

“No, tell me, if you need something or want something I can get it for you.” You frowned, and he softly ushered you to speak.

“It’s so stupid!” A tear ran down your face, for something that could be easily fixed, it wasn’t getting fixed.

“Nothing is stupid! Tell me what’s wrong, I promise it’s not stupid.”

��I can’t fucking cum, Teppei!” You already knew that word went over his head, but when he hugged you, you were shocked.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Your breath got caught in your lungs and you pulled away from him.

“Because I thought you didn’t know what my issue was..” Teppei softly smiled and pulled you into a kiss to your absolute shock. You kissed him back, and truly you didn’t know what the fuck was happening.

Teppei pulled you onto his lap, and you deepened the kiss. “Teppe-“ “What do you need?” He asked, you were almost confused by the question until you saw the look in his eyes.

“I-I need, wait Teppei-“ “what do you need, baby?” His voice still gentle, but more serious.

“Your fingers.” You softly said, he let out a little “alright.” And turned you both around on the bed.

“Teppei.” You called out to him.

“Hm?”

“Wha- how- I thought you didn’t know how this all worked.”

“I don’t, so you’re going to teach me.”

You looked at him in disbelief. He looked back at you, ready to listen to your every command. But he wasn’t stupid, so he started to kiss your neck and jaw. You eased into the feeling, but he was still waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do.

“Teppei, please go lower.” You softly moaned when he listed. He kissed your collar bone and sucked on it. He would then lick the mark, and move on. It felt so soft and loving, you were getting wetter by the minute, and Teppei could feel it on his thing since it was between your legs.

He kept going lower till he reached your nipple.

“Play with the other one t-too.” He sucked on your nipple and brought his thumb to the other and softly rubbed it with his thumb, and soon switched to his thumb and index finger, pinching it.

If you thought you were wet, you were wet now. You instructed him to touch your cunt, and like always, he listened.

He moved his mouth to the other nipple, wanting to satisfy everything and brought his and that was holding your boob down to your cunt. He swiped his thumb from your hole to your clit and back down. Even though he thought it wasn’t doing much, it was doing so much.

You moaned and arched your back at the feeling making him smile.

“What else baby, talk to me.” His breath warm on your boob, and fingers soft and gentle made you feel more than taken care of.

“Please use your mouth on my c-cunt.” Your voice shook from the immense pleasure and he moved himself down to your cunt.

He brought his face close to it, and inhaled your sweet smell. “Mmm, smell so good baby.” You smiled down at him, and he opened his mouth, and started to lick and suck on your cunt. Your hands instantly grabbed his hair, and he moaned when you tugged in it. When he got the taste of you, he became addicted. All the denying of knowing how to please a woman, and the innocent facade he worked hard to maintain fell the second he got a taste.

He felt almost too selfish from denying you of this, he shouldn’t have even pushed this off if he’d know you tasted this good. He had both hands on the sides of your ass, pulling you farther into his mouth. Your back arched and Nails scratched his head. Teppei was getting lost in your cunt, and you felt close.

“Teppei!” You squealed when you felt the euphoric sensation wash over you. Teppei never slowed his tongue movements sending you into overstimulation.

“F-fuck, T-Teppei, too much!” He moaned into your cunt, he couldn’t get enough of you, and his cock was getting dangerously hard by the second. Who knew eating you out would turn him on so much. Who knew eating you out was so addictive.

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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 1 year ago

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nsfw knb part 1: (Akashi, Midorima, Murasakibara, Aomine)

Thank you for the request, the other half kuroko, kagami, kise (the kkk?!?) will be up in a few days. knb was my first sports anime that I fell in love with. Takao supremacy.

Akashi:

He is very dominant in bed and gets off on a sense of control. It does matter to him if you are feeling good though, and Akashi checks in regularly to make sure you’re still on board.

Both personalities like bondage. Seeing you all helpless and needy is a major turn on for him. Akashi usually keeps a tight lid on his alter ego, but it does slip out in the bedroom sometimes.

Heterochromic Akashi greedily claims you as his prize, methodically stripping you of your dignity.

Akashi secretly likes exhibition, but will never let anyone actually see either of you vulnerable.

He insisted on binding you for a generation of miracles reunion. The rope harness under your clothes dug into you, as you tried to look as normal as possible. Suddenly you were aware of everyone’s gazes and praying they wouldn’t hear the soft vibration coming from under your clothes. “Be a good girl.” he whispers, turning the vibrations a degree higher. It’s likely no one suspects a thing, but it still feels like everyone can see right through you. Akashi carries on as usual, but the hungry looks he gives you feel like he’s lighting a beacon for everyone to see.

Midorima:

Midorima is repressed as all hell and tries to control himself and be proper, but as soon as he slides in you he can’t stop himself from pounding into you relentlessly.

Is not one to curse in his day to day life, but has a dirty mouth and spews profanity in the bedroom.

He holds a strong conviction that you are meant to be his, and will never let you go.

Eye contact is a thing for him, he likes to stare at you and the expressions you make.

While daydreaming, the idea of pictures popped in his head, but he was too embarrassed to bring it up and he hasn't worked up the courage yet.

“You’re tight,” he hisses, as he slides all the way in. His fingers are leaving indents in your thighs as he pulls you up instinctively, forgetting everything except the urge to go deeper, to be inside of you.

“Fuck! S-stop clenching like that… feels too good”

Aomine:

motherfucker can't keep his hands to himself. I think that as he grows older and matures his love of big boobs dies down to just a love of all boobs. He still likes them big of course, but he learns to appreciate all sizes of boobs.

Will lay his head on your chest to nap, making you unable to do much besides scroll on your phone. Withholding sex is a great way to motivate him, but when he finally has you after being pent up he’s 10x more aggressive.

Oddly though Aomine is more on the vanilla side of things. He likes rough sex but has no notable kinks. It would be more accurate to say that the only real sexual need he has is a soft and squeezable body.

"Baby... please lemme fuck you I can't take it anymore my cock is about to bust out of my pants!" He's already got one hand down his pants, the other undoing his belt.

"For the last time, no! We both need to finish our work! We can have sex afterwards." Unfinished emails and documents sit in front of you, as you literally push your horny boyfriend off of you.

Murasakibara:

lazy mf doesnt want to do shit but he’s fucking enormous. His favorite pastime is eating you out over and over until you’re properly ready to take his cock. It's not a problem for him because he loves to eat you out if he’s in the mood.

The oral fixation is real.

He is easy to rile up and prone to childish jealousy, feeling the need to stake his claim on you at the slightest hint of competition. Of course nobody in their right mind would pick a fight with him, but he still perceives anyone you talk to as a threat. He doesn't want to share your attention with anyone.

If you want sex, you gotta get him in the mood. If he wants sex he's picking you up and hauling you to the nearest room with a lock on the door. You've been unceremoniously kidnapped several times already.

It's always a little scary when your boyfriend is in a foul mood. The inkling of fear turns both of you on though.

"I told you, he wasn’t flirting with me! He wasn’t even talking to me!"

"He was looking at you. I could tell he wanted to fuck you." His voice is lower than usual, eyes narrowing to a glare. He inches closer, tying up his hair as he goes.

"Atsushi, I can take care of myself." A nervous wobble creeps into your voice though, and he backs you into a wall. His frame fills your line of sight, as he looms over you.

"No. My job is to take care of you."

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nosyp · 2 months ago

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What would being the 2nd manager for teiko be like?

Aomine

He likes to pretend he doesn’t care but literally only eats because you remind him

He hates when you scold him for missing practice, half because he hates seeing you upset and half because he thinks you're being annoying

Will literally lay his head on your lap and not move until you threaten to dump water on him

Gets weirdly smug when you scold him, like "Damn, you really care about me, huh?"

Murasakibara

The big back gets REALLY pouty when you scold him for eating only junk food. Like so what if he eats junk food sometimes... (but it's like all the time)

Can't lie, his first instinct when he sees you is probably to demand food

He LOVES using you as a human pillow. He uses you as one 24/7, non stop and he hates when you move. He complains IF you move.

Kise

Kise's constantly being like "Managerrrr~ notice me more!" even though you already do...

Will exaggerate a minor injury just to make you fuss over him. "Manager!! It hurts really really bad, please help," or something along the lines of that

Takes pictures of you when you're not looking and captions them "My personal angel 💖." (Bro's in his own world... let him be)

Gets genuinely sulky when he sees you doting on the others more than him

Midorima

He subtly leaving lucky items for you despite saying he doesn't care about you

He likes to say he doesn’t need your help but then wordlessly hands you his water bottle before every game

If you forget to bring it? Disaster. Tragedy. Unacceptable. (Did he forget HIS lucky item)

Insists he doesn’t believe in luck when it comes to you but will still leave lucky items in your bag

Will literally shove you out of the way if something dangerous is falling nearby aaaand then act like it was no big deal

Akashi

He acts like he’s above needing care but lowkey loves how soft you are with him, like keep being taking care of him even if he says to stop

You once made him go to bed early, and the next day he was like "Thank you. I feel reborn."

Gets this weirdly content expression whenever you take care of him, like "Ah, so this is what it feels like to be spoiled."

If anyone disrespects you? They no longer exist. Simple. Just don't ask where they went...

Kuroko

He's mostly just silently being there for you the same way you’re there for them

Never asks for anything but appreciates everything you do

Will randomly appear at your side with your favorite drink like "You looked tired."

He’s always watching out for you in his own quiet way, making sure you don’t overwork yourself

If you ever seem upset, he’ll just sit beside you in silence until you feel better (ANGELLLLLL)

#gom x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko x reader #akashi seijuro #knb akashi #akashi x reader #akashi seijirou #aomine x reader #aomine daiki #knb aomine #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi #kise ryota x reader #kise ryouta #midorima x reader #midorima shintarou

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wsknbfanaccnt · 3 months ago

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How would Akashi react to seeing his girlfriend using his basketball jersey as pajamas ? 🤭💞 (You can add other knb characters you love too ! <3)

ok imma actually try working on requests omfg

OKAY BUT THIS IS SO CUTE and the fact that i literally have Sei's jersey and shorts askjdhfakjhdf

I HOPE U ENJOYYYY

Wearing their Jersey

Characters: Akashi, Midorima, Aomine

warning: mentions of groping because Aomine

Living in an apartment together has its ups and downs. You discover each other's quirks, and maybe you get into a compromise. But one of the pros is when your boyfriend just hopped into the shower and threw his jersey in the laundry hamper.

You glanced at the bathroom door and listened, making sure that the water was turned on before you try anything mischevious. As you hear the squeak of the handle and the gushing of the shower, you caved in and picked up their basketball jersey that they were wearing earlier.

Pressing the cloth to your nose you hummed in delight, a wave of serotonin going through your mind as you smelled their natural scent. It made you feel giddy, giggling quietly as you tried it on.

You looked in the mirror and did a little 360, seeing how the jersey was huge on you. The length was almost to your knees, like a dress. You twirled around in it, grabbing both sides of the jersey and pulling it back, highlighting your waist.

But perhaps you were enjoying too much. You didn't even hear the bathroom door open, your boyfriend right behind you.

For a few minutes, he didn't say anything. He just leaned against the wall with his hair wet, arms crossed, and relished the sight of you enjoying his jersey.

You twirled once again and finally got a glimpse of his bright red hair, your face slowly turning the same color.

"Sei-! I-I didn't know you were done with your shower..." you muttered in embarrassment, your arms trying to cover up the jersey that you were wearing.

"Hm... you should wear my jersey in public."

"What?!"

"You look stunning. Even more so that it has my number on it," he said with a slight smirk, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you turned to look at the mirror.

"Or perhaps I should have a custom one made," he suggested, placing little kisses in your hair. "Ah well, perhaps you would like this one better since you seem to enjoy my scent so much,"

"Sei, stoooppp...!"

"W-What are you doing with my jersey, nanodayo?!" your boyfriend bellowed from behind you. You quickly turned around to face him, seeing his cheeks with a tint of pink.

"Don't I look cute though??"

"That's dirty-! I haven't washed it, nanodayo!" he exclaimed, going up to you and pushing his glasses up.

"So... you don't think I'm cute?"

"That's not what I meant-!" you laughed softly, enjoying the sight of the tomato in front of you. He took a deep sigh, looking away in embarrassment.

"You... you do look really cute, nanodayo.." he muttered under his breath, glancing at you from the side. Satisfied you wrapped your arms around him, the greenhead giving in and hugging you back.

"You really do have to wash that jersey first, nanodayo.."

"Ugh fine, mom." you rolled your eyes as he fumed.

"Don't call me that!"

With one glance at you he smirked, checking you out from behind. But suddenly you felt hands grope your breasts, your blue haired boyfriend holding you tight.

"Hey hey, what's this now (y/n)??"

"Nothing, leave me alone," you joked, rolling your eyes and prying his hands off of you.

"You just can't get enough of me huh? You look hot in my jersey," he cooed, pulling away. He snaked his hands under it and around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"You think so?"

"Duh. It's my jersey,"

"You know, you should wear that while we-"

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koishiro · 11 months ago

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Hiya! Can you possibly do a mood board for dating Aomine Daiki? (Kuroko not basket/Kurokos basketball)

Dating Aomine Daiki <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : hadie this boy makes me go feral I cannot handle this 😤

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thealternateuniverse · 4 months ago

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Jealous

Aomine Daiki x Reader

"That's disgusting, Kise," you grimaced as Kise threw his towel, drenched in sweat, toward you.

"Rin-chi, come here," he motioned for you to come closer.

You stopped yourself from slapping him. He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that they were losing to Touo. It was the fourth quarter, and Touo was leading by 12 points. Kaijo’s loss against Seirin had already been tough enough, but Kise seemed to have different priorities tonight. Just like Daiki—Aomine, who usually found the game boring but was actually playing hard today.

You glanced toward Touo’s bench and quickly looked away when you noticed Aomine staring in your direction.

"What happened to the game plan, Kise?" You crossed your arms, looking down at him as he sat on the bench, chugging his Gatorade.

"Change of plans. Something’s wrong with Aominecchi. He seems determined to crush me today."

Kise's words made sense. Something was off with Aomine. He was playing, but it felt more like he was competing with Kise. The first quarter had gone fine, but since then, Aomine had been focused on preventing Kise from scoring or even trying to foul him.

"And?" You raised an eyebrow.

Kise grinned mischievously before answering.

"Nothing. I’ve got some ideas now. I think I know what to do," he said, standing up.

You scrunched your nose when Kise threw his arm over your shoulder and playfully kissed your forehead, just like he always did when teasing you. It was disgusting. He didn’t smell bad, but he was drenched in sweat, and it was sticking to you. You pushed him away, but he only laughed.

"Damn, focus, Kise," you muttered.

Kise shook his head, grinning, before running back to the court as the timeout ended.

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The fourth quarter was even more intense. Aomine was one foul away from being benched, but he guarded Kise like a hound dog. If you didn’t know them better, you'd think they were about to start a fight at any moment—one foul from either, and it could have turned ugly.

"What's up with number 5?" Mitsuhiro muttered, frustrated. They had noticed it too.

Touo won by 6 points. Kise's attempt to narrow the gap to 3 failed, as Aomine was relentless in preventing him from scoring throughout the quarter. After the handshake, Kise whispered something to Aomine, which seemed to put the latter in an even worse mood. Despite the win, Aomine didn’t look happy. He shot one last glance in your direction before heading to the locker room.

Kise, on the other hand, seemed to have won. He didn’t look upset at all when they all returned to the bench.

"What was that about?" You asked him.

"Nothing, Rincchi. Aominecchi is still Aomine," Kise replied with a grin, then threw his arm around your shoulders, dragging you toward the locker room.

"Come on, Rincchi. Let's grab some ice cream after."

You were glued to your phone, watching the game while waiting for Kise. You had been so focused on Aomine and Kise dogfight that you almost forgot you needed to study the game later.

You nearly dropped your phone when someone suddenly dragged you into the locker room.

"What the—Daiki!" You managed to catch your phone just in time.

Aomine shut the door and locked it. He was already changed into his Touo warm-ups, his hair damp, and his duffel bag hanging off his right shoulder. He tossed it somewhere—God knows where.

"What the hell is your problem?" you demanded.

You hadn’t spoken to Daiki in a long time, not since Teiko High. You never planned on transferring schools, but after the team disbanded, you were left alone. Daiki had been your "Kise" back then, but after all the victories, he seemed to lose his passion for basketball. He practically ghosted you before moving to Touo. Things hadn’t been the same without them in Teiko. Your parents had wanted to send you to Rakuzen, but it was too far from Tokyo. You ended up at Kaijo, which wasn’t terrible—at least Kise was there.

Daiki didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. You couldn’t meet his gaze for long. Up close, he looked so different. Taller. Leaner. He used to smile constantly during junior high, so carefree, back when he still loved basketball. But now, all you could see was that scowl, and bored expression. It frustrated you, seeing him hate something he once loved so deeply. You just wanted to wipe that expression off his face.

"What? Are we going to just stare at each other all day?" You crossed your arms, watching as his eyes flickered on your breast. Classic Daiki. How Satsuki ever put up with him for all these years was beyond you.

"Are you and Kise dating?" he asked, completely out of the blue.

You blinked, stunned. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Daiki in years, and the first thing he asks is whether you and Kise are dating?

"Why?" you asked, voice cool but guarded. You didn't confirm or deny it, watching him step closer. It was the kind of question that made no sense, but you couldn’t help but feel irritated. You took a step back, but his long strides quickly closed the distance, cornering you against the wall.

"Answer the fucking question," he said, his voice low, demanding

"Wow! Nice to see you, Daiki! You left for Touo without a word—no text, no explanation! And now you're asking me if Kise and I are dating?"

The words stung, but it was the tears burning at the back of your eyes that you struggled to keep in check. You locked eyes with him, defiant, challenging him to say something.

Daiki didn't back down, his gaze sharp, studying you as if searching for some hidden truth.

"I beat him today. And I'll beat him every chance I get until he gives up basketball."

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

"I don't understand," you said, your voice shaky but determined. "You were gone... now you're here, and you want to beat Kise. What does any of this have to do with me?"

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Without warning, Daiki closed the distance between you by kissing you, his kiss aggressive and overwhelming. You tried to push him away, but he was relentless—his grip too firm, his presence too intense.

He broke off from the kiss, and without thinking, your hands shot up, landing across his face in a slap. The impact echoed in the small space, but Daiki didn’t even flinch. He didn’t budge. His expression remained unreadable, but something flickered in his eyes.

You weren’t sure why you slapped him. Maybe it was the rush of emotions—anger, hurt, confusion, that had been building up for so long. Maybe it was the shock of seeing him again, after everything.

"I'm sorry," Daiki sighed, his voice heavy with something like regret. But you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or just him trying to smooth things over.

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. But the flood of emotions, the pain, the unanswered questions, the years of silence—rushed at you all at once. The years you’d spent thinking about him, wondering why he left, why he didn’t even say goodbye, felt like they were crashing over you in that moment.

You stood at 5'6", but Daiki’s towering presence only seemed to make you feel smaller. You pushed against him, the force of it useless. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch.

"You..." Another push, but he barely flinched. "fucking..." You pushed again, but it felt useless. "asshole." The words were sharp, a mix of anger and hurt, your breath coming in quick bursts.

Before you could react, Daiki grabbed your arm and pulled you into an embrace. His grip was firm yet somehow comforting, as if he was trying to hold you together even when you were falling apart.

"I'm sorry..."

His words hung in the air, and, despite the anger still boiling inside you, a warmth began to seep into your chest. His embrace felt different now, heavier in a way that made you ache. You missed him—missed the way things used to be—before everything felt so off. When he left without a word, it hurt more than he'd probably ever understand. Basketball wasn't the same anymore, but he didn’t even bother to say goodbye. Just a simple text would’ve been enough, but he didn’t even offer that.

"I hate you!" The words came out between ragged breaths, a release of everything you had been holding in.

Daiki’s hands found your shoulders, his touch grounding, even if it felt like it might break you.

"I know, baby. What can I do to make it up to you?" His voice was low, almost pleading, and then he pulled you in, brushing his lips softly against your forehead. The touch was tender, a stark contrast to the storm that still raged inside you.

"Remind me to beat the crap out of Kise for kissing you."

Your lips curled into a smirk. So, he had been watching you and Kise earlier, piecing together his own conclusion that you two were dating. You shuddered at the thought. What you and Kise shared was strictly platonic—always had been. Even back in Teiko. Kise had always been like that, affectionate and carefree, but never crossing the line. It was just the way he was, even with Satsuki around. Now, here in Kaijo, it was no different. He was just comfortable around you, a female who didn’t overthink every little gesture or word.

"You idiot, we're not dating. That's what you get for ghosting us." You playfully hit his arm, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Daiki scratched the back of his head, his awkwardness evident as he tried to brush it off.

"It seems so, the way he said it earlier," he muttered, still processing what Kise had implied.

Confusion flickered across your face for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across it.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" You teased, your voice laced with amusement.

Daiki groaned, remembering Kise's words earlier. He couldn't help but feel a growing irritation at the thought of Kise’s smug expression. A little voice in his head reminded him to hit his former teammate when they crossed paths again.

"What's got you worked up today, Aominecchi?" Kise asked

He hadn’t planned to be so invested in this game, but the way Kise’s presence kept pulling his attention toward the Kaijo bench stirred something deep within him—a mix of irritation and something else he wasn’t ready to confront.

"Woke up wanting to eat you alive," he answered, his annoyance dripping through his words.

Kise just laughed, already sensing the irritation bubbling inside his former teammate. He knew exactly what buttons to press to rile Daiki up.

"I see, good luck Aominecchi. Just like you, I’m inspired to beat Touo today," Kise said, intentionally glancing toward the Kaijo bench where you were watching the game with focused intensity. His eyes glinted with mischief, adding more fuel to the fire.

Daiki’s jaw clenched as he heard Kise's words. "I promised someone I’d win today so I can ask her out."

"Kise is dating someone, not me, of course."

Aomine let out a sigh of relief. He had been worried, thought maybe he was too late to even consider his own chances. Kise had really gotten to him this time.

As for you, seeing Daiki again felt like a breath of fresh air. Sure, it hadn’t started off smoothly, but there was something about seeing him on the court again, seeing him actually care instead of boredom or little to no effort playing that you hadn’t seen in years. It was like a missing puzzle piece falling back into place.

"So, that means I can take you out?"

You snapped out of your trance, surprised by the sudden question.

"What?"

"If you and Kise aren’t dating, then I can take you out?" His voice was laced with hope, yet you could hear the nerves creeping in. Daiki’s usual confident air was replaced with something almost vulnerable, as if he was unsure whether to expect rejection or acceptance.

You tilted your head, pretending to consider the offer. In truth, you already knew your answer, but teasing him a little felt good. Daiki’s unease was endearing.

"Okay, only if you beat Seirin."

Daiki exhaled sharply, a mixture of relief and tension flooding through him. He was confident in his team, sure of his abilities, but something about Seirin—especially that Taiga Kagami—had him on edge. He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, but you could tell he was still stewing over the possibility of facing someone like Kagami.

"Okay, but can we have some ice cream after this?" Daiki’s tone softened a little as he tried to make the best of the situation, though you could tell he was still thinking about the game ahead. "Satsuki wants to see you."

Your face lit up at the mention of Satsuki. It had been too long since you'd seen her face-to-face; the last time was before the season started. Texts and calls just weren't the same.

"Can we bring Kise along? We were supposed to have ice cream too," you suggested, a teasing smile playing at the corners of your lips.

The moment you said Kise’s name, Daiki’s expression immediately darkened. His jaw clenched, and his frown deepened. You couldn’t help but laugh internally at how obvious it was.

"Come on, Daiki. It’s just Kise. He’ll be delighted to see Satsuki, too," you pleaded, leaning in just slightly to soften the blow.

Daiki sighed in surrender, the fight leaving his shoulders as he rolled his eyes. Despite his grumbling, you knew he’d go along with it. He always did when it came to you.

#kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basket #knb #aomine x reader #aomine daiki #ryota kise #kise ryouta #momoi satsuki #generation of miracles #knb aomine #aomine fluff #seirin

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glamourscat · 5 months ago

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heeeeeeeeeeeeeey^^

welcome in the KnB fandom

do you have any literally ANY Daiki headcanons?

a/n: it's a mix between random hcs and romantic ones. i didn't had enough to make two posts so i combined them. i hope it's ok :) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

He’s got that “I’m not saying I love you, but I show you” vibe. He’s not great with words, his actions are everything. It’s all about those little moments of softness that catch you off guard.

The definition of "laid-back but intense”. He’s the kind of guy who’ll act all lazy and unbothered but the second he’s in his element he goes hard.

When he’s with someone he likes, it’s pretty much the same. He can be all chill one second, but if he sees something he doesn’t like or someone giving you trouble? Instant switch to protective mode.

Worst person ever at being subtle, especially if he has a crush. He’s terrible at hiding it. He’ll act like he’s not into you, but you’ll catch him staring. His face is red, and when you call him out on it, he’ll either deny it with a lazy shrug or just say “Shut up” in that grumpy, low-key flirty way of his. He’s just not great at pretending he doesn’t care when he does.

He is so caring but in his own “atypical” way. His way of showing love is not huge nor dramatic (looking at you Kise). He won’t write you love letters or surprise you with roses, but if you’re tired or stressed, he’ll show up with your favorite food. He’ll toss you the bag with a “Here. Eat it. You look dead.” But lowkey, he just wants you to be okay. (and maybe he will sneak a kiss or two.)

Number one tease. Not in a mean-spirited way. He’ll poke fun at you, his friends. But especially when you get flustered or catch you off guard with a random comment about how “cute” you look when you’re mad at him. He’s the type who’ll lightly ruffle your hair or drag you by the hand, claiming it's because you’re "too slow" but secretly, it’s because he loves having you around.

He strikes me as the jealous type. He acts like he doesn’t care, but then here he is sulking like a puppy. Eyes rolling, slowly moving closer to you. He won’t say anything tho, his eyes speak for him. King of side eye.

LOVESSS physical touch. Not necessarily overly into pda, but people will know you are with him. He has to be touching you in some way all of the time. Resting a hand on your back, lightly holding your hand while walking, leaning his arm around your shoulders when you’re chilling. He’s not overly clingy, but he enjoys having that physical closeness with you. He’s the type to rest his head on your shoulder after a long day, totally content just being near you.

He is competitive, his competitive spirit comes out at the most random times. Like you two are cooking together and all of the sudden it’s a race to see who can cut and chop more things under a certain amount of time. If he does lose however, be ready because he will complain about it for hours, but it's in the funniest, most dramatic way.

Gives me the vibes of someone who casual flirt, before and during the relationship. “You look good today” or “I swear, you keep getting more attractive” and he is saying so in the most nonchalant way, straight face ever. Because for him it's just a fact.

#kurokos basketball #knb kuroko #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket headcanons #kuroko no basket fluff #kuroko no basket x reader #aomine x reader #aomine daiki #knb aomine #aomine fluff #aomine x you #aomine daiki x reader

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worldly-nugget · 7 months ago

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A/n: I wish the knb fandom was still alive 😔 I fucking love these little idiots

And I forgot what was happening therefore so did Kise ✋😭 mb

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ballsandbabes · 20 days ago

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GOM + Kagami: Seeing their s/o on the beach, while on day trip with the team

Summary: A hella chaotic day at the beach, chaotic teammate energy and lots of sweet moments // GIFs not mine

Midorima Shintaro

The sun was high, glittering on the ocean waves as Seirin and Shutoku’s joint training day wrapped up with an impromptu beach trip. The teams had scattered across the sand — Takao immediately declaring a volleyball war, Kagami and Aomine turning it into a dunk contest with coconuts, and Kuroko quietly building a sand dog together with Nigō, beside Murasakibara’s snack pile.

Midorima stood at a distance under a large beach umbrella, fully clothed, socks and sandals on, arms crossed tightly like he was protecting his soul. His lucky item of the day — a green garden gnome — stood beside him like a tiny sentry. He adjusted his glasses for the third time in a minute. He was happy not to have to have training for once. Midorima has always been a bit reserved. But under the warmth of the sun, he could almost relax a little and let loose.

And then he saw you.

You were laughing at something Riko had said, the wind catching your hair just right as you held an ice cream cone dangerously close to tipping over. You wore a swimsuit under an oversized shirt, sunglasses perched on your head, and the sunlight made your skin glow.

Midorima’s heart skipped a beat. Why were you here? Has your painting class been canceled?

“Oi, Shin-chan, don’t stare too hard or you’ll burn a hole through y/n,” Takao called out, appearing beside him with a mischievous grin.

“I...I–I was not staring,” Midorima snapped, immediately turning his head in the most suspiciously obvious way. “Sure, sure,” Takao drawled, then leaned in. “But you know, you could go say hi. Maybe even—dare I say—talk to y/n?”

“I talk to her all the time.”

“Grunting about zodiac compatibility doesn’t count.”

“I do not grunt—”

But it was too late. Takao had already jogged away with a wink, and Midorima was left awkwardly fixing his glasses again. He looked over at you once more. You had noticed him now and were waving, a big, easy smile on your face.

He gulped.

After a long pause, Midorima picked up the garden gnome and marched toward you with all the determination of someone walking into a final exam unprepared but overstudied.

You blinked as he stopped in front of you, the gnome held stiffly like an offering.

“Um... I brought this,” he said, voice strangled.

You looked at the gnome. Then at him. “Is this... for me?”

“No.” He flushed instantly. “I mean—no! I mean... It’s my lucky item today. I wouldn’t bring it if I didn’t think I’d... see you.”

That was probably the most romantic thing Midorima had ever said, even if he sounded like he was passing you a cursed relic.

You grinned. “Well, I’m honored. Wanna sit with me for a bit?”

He nodded, stiffly. You patted the towel next to you, and he lowered himself like it was an unfamiliar form of torture.

After a moment, he said in a quiet voice, “You should be careful. The UV index is high today.”

You blinked at him.

“I have... extra sunscreen. If you require it.” He handed you a small bottle from his ever-present medical kit bag.

“Thanks, Shin-chan,” you said, trying to hide your smile as you took it. “You’re so sweet.”

He turned red to his ears and didn’t respond, but you noticed his fingers twitch slightly — like he was restraining himself from adjusting his glasses for the hundredth time.

In the distance, someone yelled, “YO MIDORIMA! STOP FLIRTIN’ AND JOIN THE GAME!”

Midorima’s face turned bright red. You leaned closer and whispered, “You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

He choked on air.

Takao howled with laughter from across the beach.

Kuroko Tetsuya

The beach was alive with noise and laughter, a rare off-day for the Generation of Miracles and friends to just… be normal teenagers. Or as normal as teenagers with god-tier basketball powers could be.

Aomine and Kagami were already in an intense, splash-filled dunk-off using a beach ball and an inflatable dolphin. Murasakibara lounged under an umbrella, dual-wielding pocky and popsicles. Midorima was nowhere near the water, protecting his lucky item (a seashell shaped like a fish), while Kise took selfies in literally every pose.

And Tetsuya Kuroko stood quietly by the shoreline, sipping his vanilla shake. Then he saw you. You should actually be with your best friend. That's why you declined to tag along.

His normally unreadable face flickered for the briefest moment—eyes slightly wider, the straw in his mouth frozen mid-sip. You were walking toward the water, hair tousled by the sea breeze, wearing a bikini top under a breezy open shirt and shorts that showed a lot of leg. Sunlight danced across your skin like you belonged in the ocean.

He forgot how to swallow. He also forgot how to blink.

“Oi oi oi, is that a glitch in the Kuroko Matrix?” Kise whispered from behind him, suddenly appearing and peeking over his shoulder.

“Damn, didn’t think anything could get Tetsu that shook,” Aomine smirked, elbowing Kagami. “He’s been staring at her for five whole minutes.”

“I am not staring,” Kuroko said calmly, still very much staring.

“You are so staring,” Kagami said, narrowing his eyes. “Yo, does he like her?”

The entire group turned slowly toward Kuroko like a pack of bloodthirsty matchmakers.

“Kurokocchi,” Kise grinned devilishly, “do you need a wingman? Because I am available.”

“I do not require a wingman, y/n and I know each other from playing basketball. We are friends.” Kuroko said, sipping his shake with perfect seriousness.

“Just friends hmmm, too bad,” Takao said, appearing out of nowhere. “You’re getting six of em.”

—

Cue Operation: Wingman feat. GOM (aka literal chaos)

Midorima was in charge of “scientific attraction aura placement” and insisted Kuroko stand exactly 3.2 meters away from you at all times. Kagami tried to teach him how to flex his biceps subtly, which only led to Kuroko lifting a coconut once and then never again. Kise offered sunglasses and an open shirt. Kuroko declined both.

Aomine? Well...Aomine had other plans.

He sauntered up to you while you were stretching by the water, his usual cocky grin in place. “Yo, y/n. Looking real fine today.”

You gave him a once-over and smirked. “Thanks, but I’m more into guys who don’t immediately make everything weird.”

“Oof.” Kise winced from across the beach. “Aominecchi got roasted.”

“You know who doesn’t make things weird?” you continued, glancing towards Kuroko, who was now pretending to be very interested in the sky.

“The quiet one?” Aomine raised an eyebrow. “Mhm.” You winked and waved at Kuroko. “Hey, Kuroko-kun!”

He blinked and looked around, like you couldn’t possibly be talking to him.

When you jogged over, he tensed slightly, his gaze politely averting as your shirt fluttered and revealed more skin than he was emotionally prepared to handle.

“You okay?” you asked sweetly, reaching out to brush something off his shoulder. “You’ve been kinda quiet.”, you smiles softly.

“I am always quiet,” he replied. “Right,” you said, grinning. “But you’re extra quiet today.”

“I… didn’t expect you to be wearing that,” he admitted, then turned bright pink the second he realized what he’d said.

You laughed. “You like it? I thought the light blue looked good with my hair and you might like it.”

“I think you look very lovely,” he said, voice soft and earnest.

You stepped closer, blushing. “You always say the most sincere things. It’s adorable.”

He blinked again. “Thank you.”

From behind the rocks, the team was watching like they were live-streaming a championship match.

“HE SAID SOMETHING NICE! IT’S HAPPENING!” “DO WE LAUNCH PHASE TWO?!” “NO—WAIT—SHE’S LEANING IN—PHASE THREE!!” “Midori-chicken, stop calculating, we’re vibing!”

Back on your towel, you sat beside Kuroko and offered him some of your drink. He hesitated, then took a small sip, cheeks still faintly red.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” you said.

Kuroko blinked at you. “I didn’t realize I was.”

“You are,” you whispered.

And somewhere in the distance, Aomine screamed into the void as the quiet one took the win.

Kagami Taiga

It was an extremely hot summer day, which is why Riko gave the team time off. She had suggested going to the beach. So here they were. The beach was buzzing with activity. The Seirin team, plus a few extra guests (the Generation of Menace), were in full summer mode: volleyballs flying, grills smoking, Aomine yelling something about sharks and flirting with random girls, and Riko chasing down anyone who tried to skip sunscreen.

Kagami was in the middle of all of it—but somehow, still distracted.

He sat on a beach towel, sunglasses pushed up into his wet hair, his brows furrowed as he stared at the ocean.

“Earth to Kagami....Kagami?” Kuroko appeared suddenly beside him like a calm ghost. “You okay?”

“Huh? Yeah. Just…” Kagami scratched the back of his head. “She said she couldn’t make it. Had some friend thing.”

“You miss her.”

“I don’t miss her, I just—” He stopped. Sighed. “Okay, yeah. I do. A little.”

“LITTLE?” Kise piped up from nowhere, sliding into the conversation like a golden retriever on a mission. “You’ve checked your phone like ten times in the last hour.”

“Have not!”

“You even sighed dramatically while looking at the waves!” Kise mimicked it perfectly, hand to chest. “‘The ocean is nice, but not as nice as her.’”

“SHUT UP!”

The teasing was about to get worse (because it always did), when suddenly:

“Hey, boys. Miss me?”, a laughing voice said.

Everyone turned. Time. Stopped.

There you were, standing at the edge of the boardwalk like something out of a beach movie. Your bag slung over your shoulder, flip-flops clicking, and that tiny red bikini peeking out from under your open cover-up.

Kagami choked on air. What the hell....

“You said you couldn’t come!” he blurted, eyes wide as plates.

“I rescheduled,” you said with a playful shrug. “Surprise?”

“Y-YEAH,” he stammered. “BIG surprise!”

His face was so red it matched your bikini and his hair. He stood up so fast he tripped over the towel and nearly faceplanted. Kuroko caught his shoulder like he was used to this level of chaos.

“Wow,” Aomine whistled, arms crossed behind his head. “Didn’t think that much blood could rush to a guy’s face and not kill him.”

Midorima pushed up his glasses. “He’s overheating.”

“Guys, she’s literally wearing his color,” Takao stage-whispered. “He’s doomed.”

You walked up to Kagami and gently poked his chest. “You okay there, hotshot?”

“I–uh–yeah–I just didn’t expect—You look—That is, you always look good—but wow—” Kagami short-circuited mid-sentence, flailing slightly.

You giggled, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers with his. “Relax. I came to see you, not give you a heart attack.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, flustered but grinning like a doofus. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“AWWWW,” the team chorused in unison.

“I will literally bury all of you in the sand,” Kagami growled, but didn’t let go of your hand.

—

Later, when you sat together by the fire pit roasting marshmallows, Kagami still couldn’t stop glancing your way with shy, lovesick eyes.

“You’re staring again,” you teased.

“I’m allowed,” he muttered. “You’re my girlfriend.”

“Damn right I am.”

A loud scream echoed from the water. Someone had buried Aomine up to his neck, and he was now being used as a volleyball net.

Chaos resumed.

But Kagami didn’t care. Because you were there, holding his hand, stealing his hoodie once it got cold, and smiling at him like he was the only guy on the beach, giggling over his muscular body.

And for Kagami, that was more than enough.

Murasakibara Atsushi

The beach day had been going surprisingly well, mostly because Murasakibara had secured a spot under an umbrella with a mountain of snacks and zero responsibilities.

“Ne, Muro-chin, don’t you want to at least try to have fun?” Himuro asked, tossing a frisbee nearby.

“I am having fun,” Murasakibara mumbled through a mouthful of caramel popcorn, not even looking up. “I don’t need to run around like a baka to have fun, y'know…”

“You haven’t moved in two hours.”

He shifted slightly. “I moved to reach the cookies.”

“Touché.”

Takao dropped down beside them, sweating from whatever beach game had turned into a war zone. “Kinda thought y/n was coming today. What happened?”

“She had a thing,” Murasakibara said flatly, tone dropping. “Some boring friend thing. Shpping or something.”

“You sound sad,” Himuro said with a smile that said I know exactly what’s going on here.

“I’m not sad. I just…” Murasakibara trailed off, shoving more chips in his mouth. “Snacks don’t make fun of you for being tall.”

“Uh-huh.”

Just then, a new voice cut through the air.

“Why is my favorite giant sulking under a beach umbrella?”

Murasakibara’s hand froze mid-chip. He looked up slowly, blinking once, then twice.

There you were, standing at the edge of the sand in your cute flower sundress, purple beach bag over your shoulder, and a bright grin on your face.

“Well...my friends had better plans,” you said, walking toward him.

Murasakibara sat up so fast the chip bag fell over. “Haaah…? You came?”

“Of course I did,” you said, plopping down beside him. “My friends told me I shouldn’t miss seeing you in beach mode.”

He looked down at his board shorts and oversized tank top. “...I’m not in beach mode. I’m in snack mode.”

“You look cute either way,” you teased, poking his cheek.

His entire face turned the color of strawberry Pocky. From a distance, every single team member froze mid-motion.

Kuroko blinked. “Is Murasakibara-kun... blushing?” “NO WAY,” Kagami gawked.

Kise nearly dropped his phone. “I—I NEED A PICTURE. SOMEONE IMMORTALIZE THIS.”

Back at the umbrella, Murasakibara was awkwardly trying to offer you a bag of marshmallows.

“Do you… want some?” he asked, frowning a little like he was nervous. “They’re the fluffy kind you like.”

You took one, brushing your fingers against his. “I like you more.”

He short-circuited. A marshmallow dropped onto his lap.

“Ne, y/n-chin, don’t say stuff like that all cute…” he mumbled, hiding his face behind a chip bag. “My heart feels weird.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “That’s called feelings, Atsushi.”

He let out a long groan but didn’t move away. “You’re more distracting than snacks…”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. “That a bad thing?”

He turned, cheeks puffed out slightly. “No. You’re my favorite snack.” Cue a collective gasp from behind the rocks.

“DID HE JUST FLIRT?!” “WE NEED TO ALERT THE OTHERS.” “HE’S IN LOVE. IN. LOVE.” “Wait, does this mean he’ll share his snacks now?!”

“NO,” Murasakibara shouted without even turning. “Get your own.”

Later, as the sun began to set, you sat beside him, sharing snacks and watching the waves. His hand found yours, big fingers lacing between yours gently.

“I like you,” he said softly, eyes on the horizon. “More than snacks. That’s serious, y'know?”

You smiled, leaning into him.

“I know.”

And for once, Murasakibara didn’t ask for candy. Because the sweetest thing at the beach was already sitting right beside him.

Kise Ryouta

What do you do when it's 30 degrees outside? Hit the beach! The beach trip was in full swing, and if there was anyone who felt at home surrounded by sunshine, ocean spray, and a hundred opportunities to pose, it was Ryouta Kise.

“Oi Kise,” Kagami called, already half-buried in the sand thanks to a failed diving save, “stop looking at your reflection in the sunglasses and come play volleyball!”

“I would, but someone has to keep the aesthetics alive on this beach, y’know?” Kise grinned, flipping his golden hair and striking a finger-gun pose toward no one in particular.

“God, he’s unbearable today,” Aomine muttered, sipping from a juice box. “Even worse than usual.”

“Y/n-san’s not here,” Kuroko added calmly. “He’s trying to compensate.”

“Ohhh,” Takao grinned. “So he’s being extra because his sunshine isn’t around.”

“I heard that!” Kise whined, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. “And yes, I miss my lovely y/n-cchi. Is it a crime to mourn the temporary absence of beauty in this cruel world?!”

“YES,” the entire team shouted in unison.

Kise pouted, dramatically flopping back on a towel. “y/n-cchi had a thing with her friends… ughhh… If only I could clone her…”

But then—like the universe had heard his very Kise prayer—

He heard a familiar voice.

“Is this where all the cool kids are hiding?” Kise sat up… and the world paused.

There you were, standing at the top of the boardwalk stairs like you’d just stepped off a luxury fashion ad: sunglasses perched on your head, hair flowing in the breeze, a flowy beach wrap over a swimsuit that could stop traffic. You smiled down at him, waving casually like you weren’t the human embodiment of every model he’d ever worked with—and still somehow prettier.

His jaw dropped.

No, literally. Dropped. Mouth open, no sound. Just blinking.

“Kise?” you laughed, starting to walk toward him. “You okay?”

“…Y-You came,” he said in a whisper, still staring like you were a hallucination brought on by too much sun.

“I moved my meeting.” You winked. “Surprise!”

He stood up so fast he knocked over his cooler. Ice and drinks spilled across the sand. He didn’t notice. From behind, the team watched this unfold in awe.

“Is he… broken?” Kagami asked.

“Did his brain overheat?” Midorima adjusted his glasses. “There’s actual steam coming off his face.”

“THAT’S the face of a man who just saw his crush become a goddess in real time,” Aomine muttered, slightly jealous.

Kuroko tilted his head. “I didn’t know Kise-kun had a freeze function.”

Kise was still trying to form words as you stopped in front of him, smiling up at him.

“You’re not saying anything,” you teased. “What, cat got your tongue?”

“…You look…” he finally croaked.

“Yeah?”

“…You look like a dream. No. A vision. No—an ultra HD, airbrushed masterpiece from another dimension, oh my god, you’re going to kill me…”

You snorted, taking off your sunglasses and booping his nose. “You’re such a dork.”

“A dork in love!” he blurted dramatically, throwing his arms around you like he hadn’t just had a complete mental shutdown.

The team immediately exploded. “YOOOO DID HE JUST—” “CONFESSION ON THE BEACH, BABY!” “MIDORIMA OWES ME 500 YEN, I SAID HE’D SAY IT FIRST!” “Someone get a camera—WAIT—I AM the camera!!” Kise’s phone was already filming.

“I say it all the time!” Kise said, turning back to them. “You guys just never listen! Ugh! Don’t make this less romantic than it is!”

Then, turning back to you, he buried his face in your shoulder with a happy groan.

“You’re so stupidly pretty it hurts, y/n-cchi…”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re pretty stupid too. But I like you that way.”

“Can I frame that sentence,” he mumbled into your neck, “and keep it forever?”

—

And so, with Kise attached to you like a golden retriever who just found his favorite toy, the team gave up trying to tease him. Because even Kise Ryouta, the walking ray of sunshine with too many fans to count, completely short-circuited when it came to the one person who could actually make him speechless.

And you loved every second of it.

Akashi Seijuro

The sun shone high over the coast, casting a golden glow across the beach where the Generation of Miracles, plus a few honorary extras, had gathered for a rare day of fun. Volleyball nets had been set up, towels claimed, and snacks hoarded. Akashi Seijuro stood a short distance from the chaos, arms folded, a soft breeze brushing through his crimson hair as he watched the boys fumble through a very uncoordinated volleyball match.

“Too much power, Aomine.” “You didn’t say we were playing by rules, Midorima!” “Kagami just spiked it into his own face! AGAIN!”

Akashi sighed lightly. Chaos, as always.

“Still no word from y/n-san?” Kuroko asked gently, approaching with two bottles of water.

“She said she had a prior engagement with friends,” Akashi replied calmly, though the subtle tightening of his jaw gave him away. “It’s understandable.”

Kuroko tilted his head. “You seem disappointed.”

“I am not one to expect people to rearrange their schedules for me,” Akashi said. “However… I had hoped to see her.”

Just then, a familiar voice called out.

“Are you boys in need of a game-changer?”

Akashi blinked. Turning toward the sound, his breath hitched — ever so slightly. You stood at the edge of the court, one hand on your hip, the other holding your shoes. You wore casual beachwear, your hair pulled back, and an unmistakable glint of mischief in your eyes.

“I thought your friends had you booked?” Akashi asked, trying (and failing) to keep his composure.

“They bailed,” you said, strolling toward him. “And honestly, this seemed like a better offer.”

“I see,” he said, lips twitching into a subtle smile. “Then I’m glad you're here.”

Behind him, Kise howled. “OH MY GOSH SHE’S HERE—LOOK AT AKASHI-KUN’S FACE!”

“IS THAT A SMILE?!” Takao gasped.

“Calm yourselves,” Akashi said smoothly, turning without a shred of panic. “I smile all the time.”

“You smirk, dude. This is different,” Aomine pointed out, squinting. “You look… soft.”

Akashi cleared his throat. “Back to the game.”

You grinned. “Mind if I join? I play a mean back row.”

There was a pause.

“…You can join Akashi’s team,” Kuroko offered. “He’s losing.”

“I’m not losing,” Akashi corrected with a polite smile. “I am simply awaiting the right opportunity.”

He turned to you, offering his hand. “Shall we, then?”

You took it, surprised at the warmth in his gaze. “Let’s win this.”

The game began anew. And let it be known: you were a menace on the court.

You dove, spiked, and blocked with the energy of someone determined to impress — and it worked. Akashi, graceful and precise as always, met your moves with flawless setups and subtle, quiet compliments.

“Well done.” “Impeccable save.” “I’m honored to share the court with you.”

Each word was so Akashi: calm, confident, respectful… but behind it all was a steady, rising warmth in his voice meant just for you. And the team? Losing their minds.

“Since when is she an athlete?!” “Akashi is straight-up blushing every time she high-fives him!” “Kise fainted from jealousy three minutes ago.”

At one point, you dove for a save and landed with a dusty skid. Akashi was beside you in a heartbeat, offering his hand with a gentle, “Are you alright?”

“Perfectly,” you said, grinning as he pulled you up. “You worried?”

“I’d be remiss not to be,” he said softly, brushing sand from your shoulder like it was second nature.

By the time the game ended — with your team winning, of course — Akashi offered a rare, genuine laugh.

“You’ve thoroughly outshined all of us today.”

You smirked, breathless. “Then I guess I’m glad I came.”

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face with that same elegant precision he used on the court.

“As am I,” he murmured. “Immensely.”

Cue the background chaos:

“DOES ANYONE HAVE A CAMERA?!” “KAGAMI FELL INTO THE NET!” “AKASHI IS IN LOVE, I REPEAT—THE EMPEROR IS DOWN BAD!”

Akashi calmly turned toward the group. “Would you all please go hydrate?”

You just laughed, tugging on his wrist. “Come on, captain. Let’s get water before you use your emperor voice on them again.”

He followed, just a step behind, the faintest blush on his cheeks — a rare and beautiful thing. Because for once, on this sunny, chaotic beach day…you were the one stealing the spotlight from Akashi Seijuro.

And he absolutely didn’t mind.

Daiki was sprawled across a beach towel, arms folded behind his head, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the blazing sun. The rest of the Generation of Miracles and his Touou teammates were busy causing chaos—Kise was flexing for a group of girls, Kagami was arguing with Midorima about sunscreen, and Momoi was making everyone hydrate like a concerned parent. Daiki's team had been given time off by their coach because the temperatures in the gym were unbearable. Unknowingly, Taiga and Kuroko had decided to go to the beach too. On the way they picked up Midorima and Kise who wanted to go to the swimming pool. Murasakibara had been on the beach since early morning. He once again had to take care of Mara, his little sister.

“Yo, Aominecchi! You ever gonna move?” Kise called, tossing a beach ball at him, which Aomine caught without looking. The chaos on the volleyball court mainly consisted of figuring out how to use the field to play basketball.

“I am moving. I’m breathing, ain’t I?” he grunted, letting the ball roll off him. “Besides, this is my kind of training—sunbathing.” The new Mako Horiuchi magazine, secretly hidden under the sports bag, peaking out from the corner.

He closed his eyes again, letting the sun lull him into a comfortable daze, still kind of bummed that you couldn’t make it. Something about needing to study, midterm hell, blah blah…

He sometimes wondered what he saw in you. You were this tall, athletic, over achiever, academically unbeatable, hyper disciplined version of an 18 year old. The complete blessing to him. Sometimes he hated how much you held the mirror up to him. You were everything he wasn't…but would probably like to be. Especially on days like today. He was happy that you would come with him and the team. And you canceled because you have to study? Pathetic!He liked spending time with you, but to be completely honest…half of his insistence on you coming along was just a chance to see you…well, in beach clothes.

He’d only half listened, but it sucked not having you around. You were the one thing that made crowded group outings worth tolerating. That’s when he heard Kuroko’s voice, quiet but slightly amused: “Aomine, you might want to sit up.”

“Huh? What now—” he started, but stopped when he caught the direction of Kuroko’s gaze.

There you were, walking across the sand like some walking daydream, that trademark confident grin on your face. You were wearing a sporty, dark bikini—simple, sleek, but criminally flattering—and your (H/C) hair was tied up just the way he liked.

His jaw actually dropped.

You waved casually like you hadn’t just shattered his brain. “Surprise. Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me.”

He sat up so fast his towel flew back, sunglasses falling crooked down his nose. “Tch—what the hell… You said you were studying!”

“I finished early,” you said, strolling over. with a smile on your face “Thought I’d reward myself. And maybe you too.”

He was silent, which was rare, his eyes trailing over you without shame—until he realized Kise was staring too.

“Oi. Don’t look,” he barked, immediately yanking you down onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Kise laughed nervously, hands up. “I wasn’t—! I mean—! Well okay, maybe a little—”

“Keep talking and I’ll bury you six feet under in the sand,” Aomine muttered, nuzzling into your shoulder to hide the flush creeping up his ears.

You leaned in, whispering against his cheek, “You good, ace? You’ve been staring like your brain just short-circuited.”

He huffed, still trying to act cool despite the red crawling up his neck. “Tch. Whatever. Just didn’t expect you to show up lookin’ like that.”

“Oh?” you teased. “You act like you’ve never seen me in a swimsuit.”

“Not one that makes it impossible to look at my idol posters the same way,” he muttered under his breath. He would never admit it, but the scih right in front of him…Mako would never be able to do it. Even if you take into account the fact that she was his favorite gravure model. and idol

You blinked. “What?”

“Nothin’.” He pulled you closer, smirking now as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Just found a new favorite sight. That’s all.”

You smiled, heart fluttering, and let him hold you as the waves crashed nearby—while behind you, Momoi furiously snapped pictures, and the rest of the team tried to pretend they weren’t absolutely dying at how whipped Aomine had just exposed himself to be.

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