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kkyaka · 7 months ago

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Chapter 4: Resolving The Conflict

Summary: Aomine works on himself for the sake of your relationship, but even after all of this time, you realize that you've never truly sat down with your feelings and hashed them out. You work on your conflicting feelings, deciding that it's your turn to figure things out to come to the truth. Word Count: 10,182 Warnings: more angst lol, (sorry), reader is really conflicted about her feelings with aomine, lots of kissing, aomine is very whipped for you, reader confronts an oc, lots of fluffly moments, smut at the end, unprotected sex, oral (f), multiple orgasms, fingering, pull out method A/N: And this is the end! Thank you so much for reading if you stayed for this long lmao

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After getting an earful from his coaches, he wasn't allowed to do any training or go to practice until he was fully recovered. Of course, there were some days when he found himself at the stadium because there was no way he going to be able to stay away for that long. He didn't play, but at this point, he was fine with just watching. All of his teammates checked up on him when he would visit, and he appreciated it even though he pretended like he didn't care for it.

Things with you are slow going, but the tension between the two of you isn't like when he lied to you the last time. It's hard for things to go back to normal or the way they used to be, but Aomine tells himself to calm down this time. He feels like he's been jumping into this thing with you with absolutely no direction, and that hasn't led him anywhere beneficial. He's been going to therapy, which surprises you, but after everything he just went through, he feels like it's the first step in the right direction.

He said that he wanted to be a better father and a better man, and right now, he feels like therapy is the best thing he can do for all of you. It's definitely helping, and Aomine is slowly starting to feel like himself. Over the course of a couple of months, he doesn't push anything with you, staying friendly, but he can't help but feel happy that he's slowly getting somewhere with you that doesn't fuel his delusion.

He's finally cleared to start practicing after what feels like forever, so that means that you're back to taking Taj to school and picking him up. You pull up once the car in front of you leaves, and you recognize the teacher who comes into view. She already knows who you are, but instead of talking to her walkie, she motions for you to roll down your window. You frown but do so as you slow to a stop.

"You're gonna have to come inside. It's about Taj." You don't know what to think, and you're definitely worried, but you drive off and park after she backs away from the car. You get out, locking the door, and she tells another teacher to take over as she walks with you into the school.

She guides you into the office, and the woman at the front desk guides you to where Taj is. Your eyebrows raise when you see that she's taking you to the principals office, and she opens the door for you. The moment you step inside, Taj is running into you, wrapping his arms around you. It almost knocks you over as you look down, resting your hands on him.

"Taj? Are you okay?" you ask, but before you can get an answer, someone speaks up.

"Are you his mother?" You look in the direction of the voice, your eyes landing on a woman sitting next to who you assume is her son, but you instantly detect attitude in her voice.

"I'm sorry is there a problem?" you question quickly, not even bothering to answer her question, and the principal walks in.

"Mrs. Aomine, you're finally here."

"No, I'm not--" you start, waving your hand. "I'm just his babysitter." Taj still hasn't let go of you, and you look down at him again.

"Where is his father?" she asks, and you want to focus on Taj, but you've got so much running through your head.

"He's probably not gonna make it," you barely manage, and you're finally able to sit down, but Taj doesn't let go of you, crawling into your lap and burying his face into your neck.

"That could probably explain his actions," the woman spits.

"Okay, what is your problem?" you fume. "What is going on?"

The principal sighs, rubbing her fingers over her forehead. "Taj and Bradley here had a little altercation."

"Altercation?! My son was hit hard multiple times by that--"

"I'm gonna stop you right there!" you start, trying very hard not to raise your voice. "You say anything else about him, I will personally make sure that--"

"Ladies, please," the principal interrupts. "Apparently from what I heard from their teacher is that Bradley said something to Taj, and in response, Taj hit him."

"What did he say?" you ask, rubbing your hand over Taj's back.

She sheake her head. "He wouldn't say."

You look down, trying to softly urge Taj to look at you. "Taj, sweetie, look at me," you whisper quietly, and you can hear him sniffle before he looks up, and you feel your heart drop at the same time your blood boils when you see how red his eyes are. "Can you tell me what Bradley said to you? You won't be in trouble, I promise."

"It was probably--"

"Shut. Up. I am talking to Taj. Not you." You shut her down quickly and sternly before you look down at Taj.

"He said," he starts, but you can't hear him.

"Taj, you gotta speak up so Ms. Thompson can hear you too."

He takes a couple of deep breaths before he answers. "He said that the only reason you're here is because my parents don't want me. That my dad would rather play basketball than be my dad."

If there's ever a moment where you've had to actually refrained from hitting someone, it would be in this moment. Your head immediately turns to Bradley's mother, and you both her and her son the meanest look you can muster.

She fidgets awkwardly in her seat, clearing her throat, but you don't let up on your glare. "Bradley, is that true?" Ms. Thompson asks.

Bradley doesn't answer right away, and his mother chuckles a little as she nudges her son. "Come on, Bradley, tell her the truth."

He drops his head before he nods. "Yeah." Taj's grip on you tightens, and if you weren't holding him and if Bradley wasn't in the room right now, you would beat this woman until she's unrecognizable. You know a lot of the moms talk shit, especially the ones that think they're better than everyone. But the fact that they're doing this in front of their kids is what really pisses you off.

The principal releases another sigh, this one laden with disappointment. "Bradley, you know that isn't tolerated. And that was a very inappropriate thing to say to someone." He doesn't look up. "I want you to apologize to Taj."

"He should apologize--"

"I think you've said enough, Mrs. Hall. We all know where your son got that from." That shuts her up immediately, the woman balking slightly. "Bradley?" she prompts.

"I-I'm sorry, Taj. I shouldn't have said that."

"You do realize there will be consequences for this, right, Bradley?" He's silent as he nods again. You kiss the top of Taj's forehead, your mind still racing with anger, and Ms. Thompson dismisses Bradley and his mother. She gives you an ugly look that you return as she walks out, practically pulling her son out of the room.

"I am so sorry," she apologizes, and you shake your head as you stand with Taj in your arms since he won't let you go.

"It wasn't your fault." It's all you can say, but you don't even know what else to say; you just want to get Taj home. "But he probably is gonna have to stay home, right?"

"I wasn't going to say that," she denies as she shakes her head. "I think suspending both of the boys will do more harm than good in this situation," she adds. "But if he doesn't come to school tomorrow, I won't blame him."

You nod, giving her a small smile. "Thank you. You have a good rest of your day." She gives you a slightly sad smile as she looks over Taj before you walk out of the room. He's silent as you walk to the car, but you know he's crying again.

You buckle him up in the car, and he rubs at his face. You get some tissues, handing it to him so he can blow his nose, and there's steam practically coming out of your ears when you hear a familiar voice. "I'll be right back, okay?" you tell Taj softly, rubbing over his head before you kiss him on the forehead.

You close the door, turning around in time to see Mrs. Hall walking towards you. You move quickly, stopping her in her tracks. "You're a fucking bitch. If Taj nor Bradley was in that fucking room, I'd make you kiss your own ass." You get into her face, pointing a finger at her. "You have some fucking audacity to talk about Taj, and honestly you deserve to get hit in your fucking mouth.

"You are not better than any of the other parents here, and the fact that you think you can talk about a child like that is absolutely disgusting. And the fact that your son is around when you talk like is even more pathetic," you continue, and you're reveling in the fact that she has nothing to say.

You take a step every time she backs up. "I don't blame your son too much because he was just repeating what he was hearing, but you are two seconds away from getting beat until you are unrecognizable. And yeah that is a threat, bitch."

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" You turn around when you feel someone touch your arms, looking over your shoulder to see Aomine behind you. You barely pay attention to him, focusing back on the woman in front of you.

"You think you have it all when your husband's fucking cheating on you with your fucking nanny," you throw out, which is a low blow, but hey she needed to hear it. And apparently she had no clue because her face pales. It pays off to listen to gossip. "Funny how you say I'm only here because Taj's parents don't want him, but yours is about to be the reason why Bradley's parents aren't together anymore."

"Excuse me? You said what?" Aomine speaks up. You brush Aomine off of you, getting in her face one last time.

"So, evaluate yourself before you talk about people. Because if you ever say shit about my son again, I'll make you regret it for the rest of you life."

You quickly turn on your heel, walking back to your car, and your hands are shaking from how mad you are. Aomine carefully grabs your wrist, stopping you and turning you around. "Hey, hey. What was that all about?"

You take a couple of deep breaths, closing your eyes as you try to calm yourself down because you definitely can't drive with all this adrenaline running through you. "Why are you here?"

"The school called me, but I didn't hear my phone. I got here as soon as I could," he explains. "Did she really say that about Taj?"

"Her son did, but he definitely heard it from her. He said that you'd rather play basketball than be his dad," you scoff. "Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, and Aomine feels disgust with himself build up inside of his chest. He's been feeling his a lot lately, but it's is own fault. It builds up so fast that it makes it hard for him to swallow.

"I gotta get Taj home, okay? He's had a rough day." You break him out of his thoughts, and he lets you go without much of a fight. When you walk around the car to the driver's side, Taj doesn't even look at him, and Aomine can see himself in the reflection of the window, and it causes him to stand in the parking lot after you leave at a loss.

He stands there, not keeping track of time, beating himself up. Since you've come along and therapy, he's had plenty of reality checks, but this one hits him harder than most. He can deal with people talking about him, but there's no way he can tolerate people talking about his son. He doesn't even know how Taj is going to recover from this; there's only so much he can take.

Aomine doesn't even know how he managed to make it home; he doesn't remember driving. It's like he's on autopilot as he gets out his car and unlocks the front door before walking in the house. It's empty when he closes the door behind him, and he figures the both of you are in Taj's room. He doesn't even know if he wants to go in there. Taj probably doesn't want anything to do with him anymore.

You walk into the living room about twenty minutes later, and the tension in the air is tight as neither of you says anything. "He's sleeping right now, but I'm gonna stay with him for a while. I don't wanna leave him alone right now."

Aomine nods, but he doesn't look at you. He's sitting on the couch, staring at the black screen of the TV. "I'm gonna get Taj a therapist," he speaks, and his words hang in the air. "I just--he's had so much happen to him, I--"

Aomine exhales sharply as he shakes his head, at a loss for words. "He's just a kid, and I don't want him to turn out some kinda way because I'm a shitty father."

"That's probably a good idea," you answer. You run your hand over your head before you shake it. You turn to go back to Taj's room, but Aomine's words stop you.

"You called Taj your son earlier." You freeze, and Aomine doesn't look away from the TV, but he's smiling a bit.

"It was just a heat of the moment thing--"

"But he's your son more than he his mine at this point," he interjects. "You've probably done more with him and been in his life more than I have, and you haven't even been here a year." He huffs, the smile on his face borderline self-deprecating. "I should've signed those papers the moment I got him," he whispers. "I should've known I was never gonna change."

You don't say anything in response even though you can hear him loud and clear. "And I don't think I've seen you get that pissed since you broke up with me," he chuckles.

You move to stand in front of him with a heavy sigh, but he doesn't move. You lean forward, taking his chin in your hand and lifting his head up. "That's it?" you ask, your voice low.

Aomine frowns a bit. "You went through all of this just to give up?" you question. "You let me walk out the door years ago, and now you're gonna give up on Taj?"

Aomine slumps a little despite already being pretty relaxed. "God, Aomine what happened to you? Since when do you give up this easily?" you ask. "You weren't getting playing time at first in high school, but you continued to practice. You chased me for months until I finally agree on a date with you." His facial expression doesn't change. "What happened?"

"I lost the best thing to happen to me. And even though she showed up in my life again, I still managed to fuck it up." You'd have to be the dumbest person alive to not know he's talking to you. "I keep hurting the people I love." Your breath catches a bit in your chest as your eyes dart between his.

"You love me?" you breathe.

"I never stopped."

You don't know what to say in response, but you don't hesitate before you make your next move.

You rest both of your hands on the back of the couch next to his head, and you just look at him, your breathing the only thing you can hear. He keeps his eyes on yours, and before you can convince yourself to back out, you gently let your lips touch his. You can tell it takes him by surprise at first because he doesn't react immediately, but it doesn't take long for his brain to finally catch up.

He lifts his hands to rest on your face, and it feels like you're in high school all over again. You knew there was a part of you that missed this, but your body is practically singing at that fact that you're kissing him. When your legs start feeling weak, you pull away, scared that you'll get pulled in too deep when neither of you need that right now. Your breathing's picked up, and you can't bring yourself to look at him, so you softly put your forehead on his, putting your hands on his neck.

You slowly open your eyes, nervous to meet his, and you see that he's already looking at you. He rubs his thumbs over your cheek before lifts his head up to kiss you again. You easily fall into him again, and gently pulls you until you're sitting on his lap.

One of his hands rest on your neck while the other holds your waist, and he knew that he missed what it felt like to kiss you, but this is so differently good in so many ways. Your arms wrap around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you further into him.

It's harder for you to pull away this time, but you manage even though you'd rather do anything but. Your heart feels like it's going to be out of your chest as you both breathe heavily, and your hands are shaking when you rest your hands on his face again.

"Well, you did fuck it up," you whisper with a laugh, and your body tingles when he rubs his thumbs over your skin. "But you got another chance, and you won't fuck that up, right?" He copies your smile as he nods softly. "I can find the papers if you really want me to," you continue, and you can barely feel him tense for a split second. "But I know you want to be better for Taj, but, fuck, you have to put in some effort, Aomine," you press. "You can't keep giving up when some shit happens. You have to believe in yourself a little more."

He stays silent, but you don't really expect him to respond to you. It takes a lot of effort, but you finally pull away from him, getting off of him. "I'll let you sleep on it," you finish before you walk out of the living room. Once you're out of his sight, you quickly put your back against the wall, sinking down a bit as you sigh heavily.

"y/n?" You jump when you hear Taj's voice, gasping softly as your hand comes to your chest. He walks over to you, and you immediately move down to his level, and he goes limp against you in your arms.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask and all he gives you is a shrug. "You hungry or anything?" He nods, and even though you've told him multiple times that you don't think you'll be able to pick him up for much longer, you do it anyway. You rub over his back as you walk back into the kitchen, and you didn't see if Aomine was still sitting on the couch, but you try not to hyperfocus on it.

"Anything you want?" you ask, your hand on the handle of the fridge.

"I want the pizza from that place you took me to," he answers quietly.

"Okay, bud. I'll go out and get some, okay?" You try to put him back down, but he doesn't budge.

"Let me go with you." Fuck, your heart shatters the more you hear him speak. He's crushed.

"I'll go," you hear Aomine say softly, and Taj turns his head to the side so he can look at Aomine. Daiki can't even begin to think what's going on in his son's head right now; what ugly thoughts have made their way inside. "What do you usually get?"

"Just cheese." Aomine nods, but he doesn't move just yet. Taj is still looking at him, and Aomine takes a couple of cautious steps forward. He sighs heavily, and you fight back tears as you notice that Aomine's doing the same, blinking rapidly as he throws his head back for a second.

"Taj, I am so sorry," he whispers. "I will always want to be your dad every single day for the rest of our lives. I do not love basketball more than I love you, okay?" Taj gives him a small nod. "What Bradley said to you is nowhere near the truth, alright?" Aomine pauses, wanting to say more, but he can't get the words out like he wants to. Taj wiggles in your grip, and you let him down.

Aomine squats down, and he freezes when Taj hugs him, like he almost can't believe it. He huffs in disbelief as he hugs him back, trying his hardest not to squeeze him like he might disappear right from his arms. "I love you, Taj. I promise I'll be better for you." He sniffs, a couple of tears leaving his eyes as he feels Taj head move with a nod against his shoulder.

"Can we still get pizza?" Taj asks after Aomine has been hugging him for a while. You and Aomine both laugh as he pulls away, and he wipes his face as he stands.

"Yeah, of course we can." You decide that it might be better just to have it delivered, so you gently usher them into the living room while you order the food.

When you're done, you walk back in to see the TV on and both of them sitting on the couch, a cushion in between the two of them. Taj scoots over, which is your sign to sit on the free cushion. He immediately moves into your space, which you don't mind, and you try not to focus on how close you're sitting to Aomine.

You honestly don't know why you kissed Aomine. You try to find the reason, but your mind just goes blank every time you try and find one. For a split second, you blame Aomine; you got too close to him, and he just kept drawing you in. He's always been so good at that, but you know that kissing him wasn't entirely his fault.

What happens now though? You feel like you skipped a bunch of steps, and now you're in no man's land. You don't know how to go further with someone that you already have history with. You don't know if your doubts are coming from that fact or the fact that Aomine's hurt you in the past. You try your best not to let your hurt emotions get the best of your thoughts, but it's still something you've thought about since you said you'd give Aomine another chance.

A knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts, and you all eat the pizza while you watch one of Taj's favorite movies. Aomine doesn't really make any move to touch you, and you don't know if you like that or not. He must be able to read you because even after you're done eating, he stays friendly with you.

You have Taj get in the shower while you and Aomine clean up the plates, putting the leftover pizza in the fridge. The silence is back to being awkward again as you wash the dishes, and you look at Aomine when you hear him sigh heavily.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What makes you say that?"

Aomine dries his hands off before he turns to you. "You just seem kinda tense since we kissed, and I just want to make sure I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, you didn't. I mean, I kissed you first, so..." You trail off, looking off somewhere else. "I guess it just got me thinking."

"About what?" You look at him, not really knowing what to say. "I know that you're still hurt from back then, and if you don't wanna go any further than this, then I complete understand."

"That's not--" You cut yourself off, biting your lip. Aomine steps closer to you, and you don't shy away from him, looking up at him as you wait for him to say something.

"You can think about it for as long as you need." He kisses you softly on the cheek before leaving you in the kitchen, going up the stairs to Taj's room, you assume, and you lean against the counter before you let your head fall into your hands.

"Okay, what was so important that I needed to come to your apartment?" you friend asks as soon as you open the door. You don't say anything as you let her in, closing the door before you sit down on the couch. "Did something happen?" She sits down next to you, resting her hand on your back.

"I'm gonna tell you a lot of things, and I just want you to hold all of your thoughts until the end. Okay?" She nods, and you sigh heavily, running your hand over your head.

You tell her everything that's happened in the last couple of months, and she listens intently, not saying anything saved for her reactions to certain things. You tell her about your conflicting thoughts about how you feel about Aomine and your relationship, and she rubs over your back when you feel your emotions starting to hit a high. You compose yourself before falling into her, and she hugs you, resting her cheek on your head.

"Well, that's a development if I've ever heard one," is the first thing she says, sighing a little. "Obviously, the biggest question is what's stopping you."

"I don't know," you whisper.

"You still have feelings for him, right?" She continues when she feels you nod. "And why don't you want to pursue them?"

"I mean, aren't these just my feelings from high school or something? Do I still like him or do I miss the high school version of him?"

"I think you're letting your hurt dictate your thoughts, and that's only doing more harm than good for you right now." She rubs over your arm. "He was your first love, girl. You're never going to forget that. To me, it sounds like Aomine hasn't really changed, which is why you're feelings for him are still there even after all of this time. You don't miss the high school version of him because he's the same guy. The same guy you fell for back then."

You stay quiet as you listen to her, sniffling softly. "I think you're scared of the future, which is completely normal, but it's not okay for your fear of the future to stop you from being happy in the present. It sounds like he really means it this time when he says he won't repeat history, but you're still thinking about that history now."

"What am I supposed to do?" you mumble.

"Stop letting past you tell you what to do. I think deep down you want to believe and trust Aomine, but you are the one stopping yourself from believing that. I don't think you kissed him just for the hell of it either," she laughs softly. "Everything you're feeling is valid, but you have to be the one to decide which ones you're going to put on the back burner."

You chew on your lip softly as you think about her words. "Could you imagine a future where you're not with Aomine?" she asks, and you're quick to shake your head. "Well, how fast you answered should give you the first sign. You always told me that your previous relationships always felt like they had something missing. Do you think you'd be able to find one where that isn't the case?"

"I don't know," you answer quietly.

"I think you just need to let go of your anxieties, which I know is easier said than done, but taking that leap of faith might be the key to being the happiest in your life."

You don't say anything, sitting there quietly as you take in her words. You sit up after a while, turning to give her a hug. "Thank you," you whisper.

"I'm here any time you need me, okay?" You nod, knowing that you've never doubted her on that for a second.

Aomine had a string of away games, so you're currently in the guest room, doing some work since Taj is asleep. Aomine said that he would coming back tonight pretty late, but you don't mind waiting up late for him to come back. But it's mostly because you haven't been able to talk to Aomine after you kissed him since he had to leave, and you can't help but wonder if you'll have that conversation when he gets back.

You're laying on the bed on your stomach, shutting the tabs of your work since you decide that you've done enough for today when you hear a soft knock on your door. "Hey," Aomine says softly when you turn around, standing in the doorway. "Taj asleep?"

You nod, closing your laptop before you sit up, sitting on your butt. "I wasn't feeling really tired, so I just decided to do some work until you got back."

He nods, looking at the floor for a bit. "Did you wanna talk?" he asks softly.

"Well, you seem really tired, so it can wait," you answer with a soft wave of your hand.

"Nah, I'm never tired for you." You smile softly as he walks into the room, and you make room for him to sit down on the bed. He patiently waits for you to begin, and you honestly don't even know where to start.

"I wanna start off with saying that I'm sorry for giving you mixed signals earlier. I realized that I hadn't really sorted out my feelings before all of that, and it wasn't fair to lead you on like that," you say, crossing your legs as you look down at your hands. "I was letting a lot of things affect my feelings, but I'm slowly letting only a couple of things dictate how I feel." He looks at you, hanging onto every word even though you can barely hold the eye contact.

"For one, I was letting the hurt I felt back then when I found out you were seeing someone after we broke up decide how I should continue my relationship with you. Even after I found out that wasn't your intention."

"Regardless if it wasn't my intention or not, it still hurt you, and I'm really sorry for that. And I don't blame you for letting that sway your decisions."

"But I shouldn't have. Things obviously aren't the same anymore, and letting those feelings control me allowed me to ignore my trust in you. And I...I do trust you, Aomine," you admit, looking up at him to see that he's smiling. "And I want to see where this goes. I don't think my feelings for you ever went away, and for the past couple of weeks, I've just been trying to ignore that." You huff softly. "It's kinda hard for me to ignore my heart, though."

"Yeah, it is," he agrees with a chuckle of his own. "But, I'm glad to hear that. And we can go as slow as you want. I don't mind."

You stick your hand out slowly, and he easily follows you, taking your hand in his. "Thank you, Aomine." He shifts himself on the bed, turning to fold on leg on the bed as he pulls you towards him. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Thank you for giving me another chance. And trusting me," he whispers. You pull away when he does, but you keep your face close to his. His eyes drift to your lips for a second before he meets your eyes again. "Can I kiss you again? Is that too fast?" he murmurs, and you shake your head, moving first.

You inhale deeply when your lips meet his, this time fully indulging in the way his lips feel against yours, how he feels against you. His tongue hesitantly runs over your lip, and you easily let him in, sighing as you feel his arms wrap tightly around you. He starts to fall back, letting his back softly hit the bed, and you're quick to straddle him without breaking the kiss. It feels so much better to kiss him without all of these doubts in your head, and the only thing you can feel is how much your feelings for him are true.

He kisses you chastely a couple of times before he pulls away, moving his hands to cup your face. "I missed doing that so much," he whispers, and you can't help but smile.

"Me too." You kiss him again, but the floor suddenly creaking near the door has you both moving away from each other.

"Dad?" Taj slowly walks in, rubbing his eyes as you both quickly sit up. "When'd you get back?" he asks quietly, walking up to him, and Aomine picks him up, setting him in his lap. Taj immediately lays against him.

"About thirty minutes ago," he answers.

"I was trying to wait for you," he mumbles. "But I fell asleep."

"I can see that," he muses before he stands, and Taj moves his legs around his waist, his arms wrapping around his neck as he lays his head on his shoulder. "Let's get you back into bed, yeah?"

"I wanted to tell you what I did at school this week," Taj responds as Aomine starts to walk out of the room.

"Tell me all about it," he says, and he gives you one last smile before he disappears down the hallway.

You bite your lip as your smile widens, softly touching your lips, still feeling Aomine's on yours.

The development of your relationship with Aomine feels different than it did when you first met him in high school. You feel like that's obviously expected, but you do find some similarities, but it's mostly with how you're feeling. You're starting to feel that giddiness that you felt when you first starting dating him, and you wonder if that's what was missing for you in your other relationships. Of course, you had feelings for them, but none never seemed to make you feel the way that Aomine does.

You haven't had a real date yet since Aomine's schedules so hectic right now, and since you're starting training for the upcoming tournament season. Along with taking care of Taj, you haven't had time just to yourselves. That doesn't stop him from complimenting you every chance he gets or sneaking in kisses whenever the two of you are alone which is either late in the night or early in the morning right before you take Taj to school.

You both have gotten significantly closer to each other, almost always being in each other's space when you can. You start to wonder when you should tell Taj about it, not really sure how he'll take it. But the playoffs are coming up, and that means you'll be taking another trip with Aomine and Taj right before your tournaments start, so you both figure it would be better to tell him sooner rather than later.

You're tucking Taj into bed when Aomine walks into the room, coming in to say goodnight. Aomine sits on the bed, listening to Taj tell him about his day at school as he starts to wind down. When Taj finally starts to talk a little less, Aomine sighs softly, shifting himself a little more towards Taj. "Hey, we gotta tell you something," he begins, looking at you, and you give him a reassuring nod before he turns to back to his son.

"Are you guys dating?" he asks suddenly, and both you freeze for a second as your eyes widen.

"How'd you--What makes you say that?" Aomine stutters.

Taj shrugs. "I dunno. Dad's been smiling a lot more, and you hug Dad before you leave once he gets home." You and Aomine are practically speechless, that being the last thing you thought he would say.

"Well, how do you feel about that?" Aomine questions softly.

"Does this mean that y/n will be with us forever?" You both laugh as Aomine looks at you, grabbing your hand.

"That's the plan," Aomine answers honestly.

"I'm happy then," Taj smiles as his eyes start to fall closed. You both softly tell him goodnight, and he mumbles it back before you both quietly make your leave.

The playoffs sneak up on you and Aomine, time flying by so fast during this time, and this time you take the trip by plane. The hotel situation is the same of course, Taj wanting to have his own bed, running into the room once the door is open to claim which bed he wants. But this time, Aomine isn't stressing about sharing a bed with you.

He actually has to be with the team most of the day even when they're not playing which he doesn't really care for, so he savors the time that he can have with you and Taj as much as he can. The first couple of days are mostly just practice, so you and Taj busy yourself with sightseeing and passing time by playing games in the hotel. By the time Aomine comes back from practice, he's usually pretty beat.

You've already gotten food for him that he tiredly eats, listening to Taj as he tells him about the day that you had before he slides into bed. You get you and Taj ready for bed, tucking him before you turn the light off. It looked like Aomine was already asleep when you turned the light off, and you make sure his alarms are set, setting your own just in case, and you get into bed yourself.

You're getting comfortable when you feel Aomine's arm wrap around your waist, and you jump with a silent scream, thinking Aomine was asleep. "Oh, my God, you scared me," you breathe, and he hums softly as he pulls you into him.

"Sorry," he mumbles.

"Goodnight, Aomine," you whisper, lacing your hand with his that's near your stomach.

"Night, baby," he says into your bonnet.

Aomine's team is playing better than a lot of people expected, and you and Taj have been to every game, supporting him every second of them. Some of the games are a little too close for comfort, but his team comes out on top despite the mini heart attack they give you when they let the other team go on a scoring run. And after every win, Aomine makes sure to come over to you guys, but you always fight him, not wanting to hug him while he's sweaty. But he always manages to get you anyway, laughing at your scolding.

He kisses you softly after giving Taj a kiss on the forehead before he has to leave to either get interviewed or to go to the locker room. Taj falls asleep in your arms while you wait for him, and he stays asleep until you all get back to the hotel. He's awake enough to eat and shower, but the moment you put him in bed, it's only minutes before he's asleep.

You usher Aomine into the shower as you clean everything up, wanting him to get into bed as soon as possible for his final game tomorrow. You're surprised to see that he's still awake when you walk out of the bathroom, and you turn the light off, as you crowd into his space when you get into bed. "You're supposed to be sleep," you scold softly, resting your cheek on your hand as you lay next to him.

"I was waiting for you," he whispers, his eyes heavy with sleep, but he continues to look at you.

"You've got a big day tomorrow," you tell him, but he doesn't respond, running his finger over your face before he grabs your hand.

"Thank you," he suddenly says.

"For what?" you ask with a soft frown.

"For walking back into my life," he answers. "I don't think I would've made it this far with this, with Taj if it wasn't for you." You tilt your head as you smile at him. "You really helped me see things that I wasn't seeing before, and I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you."

"Well, you did the same thing for me. I wouldn't have won that last tournament if it wasn't for you," you admit. He leans forward and you meet him halfway to kiss him softly.

"I love you," he whispers when he pulls away.

"I love you, too, Aomine." He smiles widely as his eyes finally close.

"Of course, you do," he muses, and you roll your eyes as you finally lay down.

"Go to sleep!" you declare quietly, and he pulls you into him, kissing you one more time before he finally falls asleep.

Aomine almost can't believe it when the final buzzer fills his ears as signals the end of the game. He honestly wasn't sure how the game was going to go, but seeing that his team is on top once it's over, it takes it a while for it to finally hit him. He immediately walks over to you and Taj, the latter who's already running over to him. He quickly picks him up, hugging him tightly.

You walk up shortly after, and you look so happy for him that he can't even begin to describe how much love he feels for you as he leans down to kiss you happily, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer. "Congratulations, Daiki," you tell him, and he doesn't think he's ever smiled so wide in his life.

If you told him we would be here years ago, he wouldn't have believed you. Even in this moment, he's still waiting for his alarm to wake him up because it feels like he's dreaming. All of his teammates pass by to give him high fives and congratulate him as well. When the interviewer comes up to ask him some questions, he doesn't let either of you go. He kisses you on camera, but neither of you cares about what people might say. You figured it was already out of the bag, and it just confirms what everyone was thinking.

The team decides to go out to celebrate, and Aomine nearly declines until you urge him to go. You'll be there for a couple of more days anyway, so you can use all of that time to spend with each other. Aomine stays for as long as he can, doing the press conference and celebrating with the team before he makes his way back to the hotel.

Taj is greeting him as soon as he walks through the door, and he hugs him again, the events of tonight finally hitting him. He gets in the shower so he can finally feel clean, and there's no way he feels like he can go to sleep after what just happened. When he gets out of the shower, Taj sits with him on the bed, retelling him everything that happened.

He happily listens as he lays on your lap, smiling as he watches him move excitedly as he talks about everything. Taj actually stays up pretty late, too excited to sleep, and he eventually lays down next to Aomine, continuing to tell him how awesome he was, but once he lays down, he starts to calm down. You already know the signs of when he's about to fall asleep, so you get him into the shower, and when you're putting him into bed, he's claiming he's not tired.

You and Aomine laugh softly, but within minutes he finally falls asleep, and Aomine runs his hand over his head softly. You yawn softly, already showering for the night, before you get into bed. Aomine gets into the bed after turning the light off, and he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

"You might have to pinch me," he whispers, and you snort as you lift your head.

"And why would I need to do that?"

"Cause none of this feels real," he admits. "I used to have these dreams after that tournament you won where we were married," he tells you softly. "And I just remember being ridiculously happy, but then I would wake up, and I would get unbelievably upset that that's all it was. A dream." He can't see your face very well since it's so dark, a little bit of light peeking out from behind the curtain from the window and the alarm clock. "I'm just really happy right now, and I'm afraid that I'll wake up soon."

You hum as you listen to him, and he feels your hand drift over his chest before you rub over his arm with your thumb. He's waiting for you to stay something, but he jumps out of his skin as he hisses when he feels your nails pinch his skin. "Ow," he winces as you laugh quietly.

You move your face closer to his, kissing him softly. "You're not dreaming, Daiki. And I can pinch you as many times as you need me to."

He smiles, kissing you again. "I don't think I'll ask you to do that again. That fucking hurt." You chuckle, rubbing over where you pinched him, laying your head on his chest. He rubs over your back, and you both lay there quietly. He hears you softly snoring after a while, and he stares at the ceiling as he finally lets sleep pull him away.

"You know, I can watch Taj for the weekend if you need me to," your friend tells you suddenly.

You're sitting on the bench at the park watching the kids play, and when you first got here, you immediately thought about how you ran into Aomine here two years ago. You can't believe that much time has flown by already.

"And why are you telling me that?" you ask her playfully, and she tilts her head to the side, giving you a look.

"Have you guys even had a day alone since you started dating again?" Your silence is enough of an answer for her, but she does have a point. Once Aomine's season ended, yours seemed to be in full swing right after. Luckily, you and your partner decided to take a break this month, so you've enjoyed having all of your weekends free this month without having to travel anywhere.

"You've come through for me, so it's only right for me to return the favor." You laugh, looking at the kids again.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," she says warmly. "Just remember to use protection."

"Alright," you chide with no heat behind it as you roll your eyes, shoving her lightly.

You told Aomine about your friend taking Taj for the weekend, and at first you don't think he gets it until your friend finally comes on Friday to pick him up. You tell Taj to have fun before he runs out of the house, and your friend gives you a look that you roll your eyes at before she closes the door.

"I didn't even plan anything," Aomine sighs, finally realizing that you both have the house to yourselves, and you laugh as you move to stand in front of him, grabbing his hands.

"That's okay. I don't really feel like going out anyway," you say. It seems like after Aomine's win, you've been noticed even more when you're out in public. It also doesn't help that every tournament you play in is televised, and people are always saying something related to you and Aomine whenever you pass by them. You'd rather stay inside then deal with that; you can just be with Aomine without having to have any other attention on you.

You both sit on the couch for a while, and Aomine suddenly leaves saying that he has to go to the bathroom. You pause the show you were watching, scrolling through your phone as you wait for him to come back. You've lost track of how many videos you watched, laughing at one more before you realize that Aomine hasn't been back in a while.

It dawns on you that you heard him go upstairs when he left, and you swipe out of the app before you stand up, going to look for him. You walk up the stairs, going to his room first, and you see that it's empty. You check in the bathroom to see that it's dark, and you frown as you get ready to walk out until you hear something.

You turn around, seeing that the door to the small balcony is open. You walk over to it intending to close it, but when you push the curtain to the side, you stop as you see Aomine standing outside. You push the door open as you look at the blanket he's put down, seeing that there are candles lit. "You said you didn't plan anything," you gasp softly as you slide the door closed.

"This was kinda last minute," he admits. "I'm sorry it's not much."

You shake your head, hugging him before you lift your head to kiss him. "I love it."

Aomine takes one of the pillows, putting it against the railing before he lays against it, and he pulls you towards him so you can lay between his legs. You rest your body against him as he wraps his arms around you, and you both look at the sky, being able to see the stars since the sun's down.

"You were gone for so long," you laugh, and he copies it, sighing after.

"I couldn't find the lighter." You laugh again, placing your hand on his arm. You sit in silence again, and you look up at Aomine when he starts speaking.

"Thank you for giving me another chance," he whispers, looking down at you. "I honestly thought you wouldn't, and I'm grateful that you did. I love you so much." He moves his head down so he can kiss you, and you easily meet him halfway, and he softly puts his hand on your face.

"I love you, too, Daiki. Thank you for not fucking it up this time," you smile softly, and he smiles widely.

"I won't ever hurt you again. I swear," he declares, and you know that he means it. You kiss him again, titling your head for a better angle, and he kisses you deeply. You sigh softly before you break the kiss, moving so that you can straddle his lap, and his fingers softly dig into your waist.

You moan softly when he gently slides his tongue in your mouth, and you gasp into the kiss when he suddenly gets up with you in his arms. He holds you with one arm as he opens and closes the door while he keeps kissing you. He slowly walks over the bed, taking his time, focusing on kissing you. He stops at the front of the bed as his hands rub over your ass.

"Are we really doing this?" he whispers in between kisses, and you pull away briefly to look at him, both of you breathing heavily as he sets you down.

"I want to if you want to," you answer, and he nods quickly, tugging on your shirt.

"I want to. Really bad," he mumbles you both start to strip. You barely have time to let your bra drop to the floor before he picks you up again, his hands groping your body as he lays down on the bed.

His hands softly grab you everywhere as he kisses you, and he moans loudly when you grind against him, his hands digging into your ass as he gets harder.

His hands run back up your body, and you softly grab his hands, lacing your fingers with his as you continue to roll your hips. That in combination with your tits rubbing against him nearly sends him over, his hips bucking up into signaling of what's coming quickly, and he quickly rolls you both over, his hips hovering over and away from you.

He catches his breath as he focuses on you again, kissing down your neck until he gets to your chest. He kisses over your tits before keeping his attention on one, licking over your nipple before sucking on it gently.

You moan softly, your hand sliding into his hair as he kisses a path to the other one, his fingers replacing his mouth as he focuses on the other one. His other hand slides up your leg before it finds its destination at your core, and he groans quietly when he feels how wet you are.

He's off your chest a second later to look at you, and he feels himself throb at the strands of slick that are connecting his fingers to you. "God, you're so perfect," he whispers as he sits up. He grabs one of your legs, holding it as he moves it out of the way so he can get closer to you.

He rubs at your clit, and he can only watch you, silent as he plays you more. He slowly slides his fingers in, and he grits his teeth as he feels you clench around him, willing himself not to cum the moment he does.

He curls his fingers, looking for that spot, seeing your body jump when he finds it, and you mewl softly, meeting his eyes. He can only hold the eye contact for so long before it gets too much for him, so he quickly puts his lower half on the bed before he puts his mouth on you.

He echoes your moan as your taste floods his taste buds, and he circles his tongue at your clit as he speeds his fingers up. "F-Fuck," you breathe, your toes curling as that knot builds, and you moan his name, pushing yourself closer to his mouth.

Your legs start to squeeze his head, and he places his hand on the outside of your thighs, feeling like he could stay here for the rest of his life. "W-Wait, 'Mine, hold on," you manage, pulling on his hair lightly.

He pulls away, his mouth open as he pants with your slick covering his face. You try to reach for his wrist since he doesn't stop moving his fingers, and he smirks as he watched you struggle to grab it. "Wanna cum with you inside me."

His dick throbs again at your words, and he doesn't think he's been this hard in his life. He feels like he's under your spell as he slides his fingers out of you, licking them clean before he moves up to kiss you again.

"How do you want me?" you ask softly, and he slowly blinks at you.

"I-I don't know," he mumbles, and he's pretty sure he has no blood running to his brain.

"You don't know?" you tease before you start to roll over, gently pushing Aomine until he's on his back, and he watches you with love in his eyes as you straddle him. "Haven't you done this before?" you jab, and his hands dig into your hips when you sit on him.

"Barely," he blurts, and you raise an eyebrow.

"Really?" you question, softly running your hands up his sides, and he shivers at the motion.

"Besides one other person, you're the only one I've been with," he admits quietly.

"Seriously?" So, he was being serious when he said that he hadn't been with anyone in years.

He nods as you lift yourself up, grabbing him in your hand softly as you line yourself up. "Cause there's no one else like you," he declares as you sink down, and your mouth falling open as he stretched you out. His fingers are digging so hard into your hips that you're sure it'll leave marks, but you can't even focus on that.

You roll your hips, and it feels like his nerves are being stimulated by a thousands, his body tensing as he feels his orgasm slowly creeping up on him. "F-Fuck, 'm not gonna last long," he rushes out, making no move to stop you, but he can't bring himself to move either.

"What happened to that basketball stamina?" you tease, planting your hands on his chest as you increase the speed on your hips, and he moans loudly as he throws his head back against the pillows.

"T-This i-is different," he whines, and you smile down at him, gasping when his tip rubs against your g-spot.

"God, you feel so good, Daiki," you moan, letting your head fall back on your shoulders, and when he opens his eyes to look at you, it's too much for him.

His breath catches in his throat as he pulls you off of him, and he pumps himself as he cums, his dick twitching with every new spurt of his cum. He breathes heavily as he finally relaxes, swearing loudly.

"You really didn't last long," you say lightly, borderline is disbelief, but he's still hard. He sits up quickly, pushing you down and rolling you over.

"Can you blame me?" he starts, guiding you onto your knees. He rubs over your ass before spreading you open, his mouth watering at the sight of your stretched hole dripping. He wants to make you eat your words, and he fully plans on delivering.

He smirks when he runs his tip over your hole which makes you jump. He pushes on your back softly, forcing it into an arch as he starts to slide in. You seem so much tighter in this position, and his breath catches in his chest again as he feels you pulse around him.

"I'm finally having sex with the most beautiful woman on Earth," he continues as he bottoms out. He curls himself over your back, lacing his hands with yours as he lets his mouth hover over your ear. "The woman I've been in love with since I was seventeen."

He pulls out, barely giving you time to get used to the empty feeling before he's slamming back in. The movement forces a moan out of you, and once he starts, he doesn't stop. Your eyes roll when he continues to hit that spongy spot inside of you, and you let your head fall down on the bed as every nerve in your body feels like it's in overdrive.

"I love you so much, baby," he moans, already feeling like he's going to cum again, but he knows that he'll make you cum before that happens, his ego still a little bruised from earlier.

He lets go of one of your hands to rub at your clit, you moan his name when you feel yourself getting closer. He swears into your neck when he feels you clench around him, doing everything he can to not cum and keep his hips moving.

"Oh, Daiki, Daiki," you whine, screwing your eyes shut as your toes curl. He grunts when he thrusts into you harder than before at the sound of his name coming from you, and luckily for him, that's what sends you over.

He bites down on your shoulder as he feels you cum around him, nearly dizzy as he tries to hold out, fucking you through the high until he can't take it anymore. He quickly pulls out milliseconds before he cums, and he paints your ass and your back, his head falling back on his shoulders as he pumps himself until the oversensitivity makes his head spin.

He collapses on the bed next to you, pulling you to him so that he can kiss you lazily. He can already feel himself starting to fall asleep, and he hums in content as he pulls away, wrapping his arms around you.

His heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest, and he's confident he can hear it over his heavy breathing. "I love you," he slurs, moving you so that you're on top of him, and he rubs over your ass as his eyes slip closed.

"I love you, too, Daiki," you echo, and he gives you a sleepy smile. "But I feel gross," you laugh.

"In a minute," he mumbles, but he doesn't stay awake for much longer.

But luckily for him, when he wakes up later, you're still here, confirming that he's not dreaming.

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kleftiko · 2 years ago

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❦ HOW MANY KIDS DOES HE WANT

cw: none, this is fluff

i add to this intermittently :)

♡ a million. he wants a whole army of little ones running around. he has an endless list of names picked out and he just can’t help but feel like the most pure way to express his love for you is to create a little life and raise a wonderful person with you.

— HAWKS (mha), gojo, yuji, CHOSO (jjk), kuroo, bokuto, ATSUMU (hq), kiyoshi, kise (knb), julius, yami (bc), rengoku, akaza (kny),

♡ one or two. loves the idea of raising a child or two with you. he wants to watch and nurture a life, he wants to be the best father he can. he wants to support his child and find out what kind of person they’ll be with you right by his side. doesn’t even care if they’re biological.

— fatgum (mha), megumi (jjk), KITA, daichi (hq), akashi, kuroko (knb), nozel, fuegoleon (bc)

♡ doesn’t matter to him. it’s entirely up to you, it’s not like he would grow them in his body anyway. he has unconditional love for you, and if you chose to bring a child into your lives he will love them as well. will love you with a child, will love you without.

— aizawa (mha), LEVI (aot), nanami (jjk), sakusa, iwaizumi, kageyama (hq), kagami, murasakibara (knb), william (bc), giyuu (kny), kakashi

♡ get those things away from him. will hiss at them. doesn’t have a way with kids, it’s not a good idea. if you really DO want a child, he will give you one. but he will never, EVER, admit that he loves the little bastard. you think you see him cuddling them in the middle of the night? nope, get your eyes checked.

— SHIGARAKI, dabi (mha), sukuna (jjk), tsukishima (hq), aomine, midorima (knb), sanemi, obanai (kny)

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animeyanderelover · 6 months ago

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Anon: NSFW headcanons for Akashi Seijuro, Murasakibara Atsushi, Aomine Daiki, Snake, Illumi, Kozume Kenma, Inumaki Toge and Choso Kamo?

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, obsession, possessive behavior, dependency, delusional behavior, clinginess, stalking, isolation, abduction, Nsfw, dub-con, food play, size kink, bondage, temperature play, Katoptronophilia, shibari, impact play, praise kink, choking,claustrophilia, somnophilia, oral sex, breeding kink, impregnation kink, pregnancy kink, non-con, afab reader

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz @jamayah @cynniical @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59

Nsfw Hc's

Snake

⚕️You'd never expect someone who is a snake hybrid to be as mellow as Snake is as those reptiles normally have a feared reputation amongst most people. Your lover on the other hand is nothing like the unjustified reputation that snakes get, awfully shy and flustered whenever the two of you are together. Truth be told, he doesn't think that he is good enough for you at times even if his snakes try to convince him otherwise as they urge him to give in to his darkest desires. Tight suits and a lot of skin are nothing new to Snake as he spent years in a circus where he saw a lot of exposing outfits during performances yet one mere peek at more skin of yours than what he normally sees is already enough to fluster him greatly, his cheeks on fire as he he mutters a shaky apology before he turns around and quickly stumbles away, barely able to walk straight. He tries to sleep boners off though, feeling far too much shame to masturbate to the thought of you. When his cock doesn't go down though, he sneaks away to find an isolated spot where hopefully no one will catch him in the shameful moment, his relief short-lived as guilt fills him as soon as he has spilled his semen all over his hand.

⚕️Unless he finds himself entering heat, Snake keeps quiet about his arousal and sexual needs around you, scared that you'd be disgusted to find out that you are the subject of his desires. The first time you two share together is going to be most likely initiated by you. A lot of patience and assurance will be required from your side though as Snake is frightened to reveal his full body to you. Even when partially undressed you notice that his shimmering scales cover parts of his arms, his thighs, his chest, abdomen and even his cock but your fascination for this triggers his insecurities as he was often shamed and ridiculed for it. It's very likely that he prefers being partially clothed during sex for a certain amount of time and you don't pressure him as you allow him to do what makes him most comfortable. His body is normally on a slightly cooler side but he heats up quickly, especially the parts of him that are covered in scales radiate the heat of his body. You can especially feel that when you sense the increasing warmth of his cock gliding in and out of you, the scales on it making every stroke smooth, his cheek ablaze with heat as he pants, hisses and grunts softly.

⚕️Snake, inexperienced and worried that he may not satisfy you, prefers to let you be in charge of everything going on in the bedroom. He trusts you to lead everything and to let you do as you please with him. Whenever both of you get intimate, Snake desires extreme closeness so he always wants to be in a sex position where the both of you can hug each other or have as much skin to skin contact as possible. Outside of his heat, it is unlikely that he brings much to sex life but would be willing to try some kinks with you as long as they do not involve any pain. Since he tends to get very hot during sex you start bringing cold towels and ice cubes with you. What initially was only a thoughtful gesture out of worries quickly turned into the introduction of temperature play. Especially his scales are a very erogenous part of his body and you enjoy drawing an ice cube over his stomach, watching it melt on his skin whilst Snake feels his stomach knotting and his cock twitching inside of you. Even after both of you are finished the cold towely serve a purpose simply to cool him down as he clings to you.

⚕️You aren't surprised when you discover that Snake loves being praised given his insecurities and his shunned past. After having even lost his family in the circus, you are the only person he really has left and adores as much as he does even if he has settled down in his new life as a servant of the Phantomhive mansion. He wants you to tell him that you love him and desire him, needs that positive reinforcement to fight against his own inner demons. Snake never demands or begs for it though but the way he clings to you during and after sex is always a silent way of expressing his needs. The gaze in his golden eyes speaks what he can't vocalise and you always see it through to ease his anxieties and doubts during sex about everything he feels insecure about. You make it a point to gently murmur your praises and your love to him, to caress the parts of his body covered in the glittering scales and to praise him for how good he is making you feel. His grip on you always tightens and sometimes you even hear his breath hitching when you express your own love and adoration for him. Sometimes those skillful touches and sweet words led to a premature ejaculation.

⚕️Since the day you found out that Snake is a snake hybrid you have always silently wondered about something. It is the first open-mouthed kiss that confirms your suspicion when you feel his forked tongue tentatively engaging with yours as he allows you to dominate the kiss. You sometimes die on the inside as you wonder how it would feel if he were to use it to eat you out yet you do not wish to make him feel like he has to do it just because you ask him to. His tongue darts out often during sex, tasting your skin on instinct. His bashfulness doesn't mean that he doesn't notice your reaction to his forked tongue as he is quietly on the lookout on how to up his own game and please you better. He's somewhat shy the first time he consciously uses his tongue to play with your nipples, golden eyes glued to your face to see your reaction and you let him know that you enjoy it, encouraging him to keep going. Eventually he gathers the courage to ask you himself if he can pleasure you with his tongue as he wants to provide you with pleasure all by himself even if his preferences are in vaginal sex because of the feeling of intimacy and closeness he always receives during it.

⚕️The only time where you have Snake ever seen like a different person is when his heat drops by. His normally lower libido increases suddenly, he is in a perpetual state of arousal and acts more aggressive as his body longs for your warmth. His pupils turn into slits as he stares at you like a predator, even startling you the first time it happens. He assures you with a shaky voice that you do not owe him anything yet you express your wish to help him, curious how much will change in the sacred privacy of the bedroom. Snake is more dominant and confident as a more feral part takes over even if he still tries to be more careful. Fangs sink into your skin just enough to scratch the skin, his tongue much more assertive and exploring as he smears his saliva all over your body. Even his friends get involved a few times, wrapping themselves around your wrists that Snake pins above your head, hissing and communicating with his snakes whilst you are left in the dark. During this time he feels the excessive need to paint your insides white with his sticky release, the instinct to breed you hard to resist as his brain is addled with a heat that normally has him in a chokehold for a couple of weeks.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎Illumi is detached from everything around him with his only focus so far having been obsessively lying in the Zoldyck family and fulfilling his duty to maintain their reputation. Sex has never been something he thought of as personal enjoyment and much less as an intimate bonding experience with a partner. It's just been something he has always viewed as necessary to produce heirs and serve his role as a member of the Zoldycks. Things change though when dark feelings of obsessive love blossom in his heart all because of your existence though and initially he himself doesn't quite grasp what is going on with his body. He's had some hard-ons in his life before yet he has never or at least rarely bothered to take care of the problem. Now things take a different turn though. Illumi is an excessive stalker before he abducts you, he gets to see you in all of your glory and even witnesses moments where you masturbate to relieve yourself. He doesn't think much of it as you are his property so it is only right for him to see you like this but what he doesn't account for is the persistent stiffness as dark orbs watch your every movement, his cock pulsing and his tip leaking pre-cum as it is begging for release.

🤎For the first time in his life is he actually unable to ignore his own libido, your existence throwing him off-balance. Instead of seeking out to control himself Illumi decides to indulge himself. His behavior, though highly disturbing and creepy, is something he thinks of as perfectly normal as you are going to be his spouse in the near future and for that will end up serving him and pleasing him as your husband. Until that day comes though, he resorts to different methods in the meantime. His hand always strokes his pale and stiff length when he is stalking you, especially when he watches you undress for the night or catches you masturbating yourself. He even breaks into your house a few times, your scent almost immediately causing him to stiffen. Items of yours gradually start to disappear. Perfume, shampoo, clothes and lingerie all just vanish without ever appearing again. Perhaps it is better to remain oblivious to the reason why they disappear in the first place though as you'd surely burn it all if you were to get it back, covered in dried spunk and saliva. Whatever scent reminds Illumi of your hair, your skin and your body always gives him a hard-on, no matter the situation.

🤎As soon as the abduction has happened, things get extremely uncomfortable for you as Illumi possesses not even a slice of shame. He admits openly to you that he has been watching and stalking you and even returns the things to you that he has stolen as he has kept them with him only to tilt his head confused when he notices the disgusted horror on your face. He's a perverted creep yet doesn't understand what your problem is. He has seen you naked before so why can't he watch you when you undress, take a shower or even masturbate? Black eyes always watch you no matter where you are in the mansion, not allowing you even one moment of peace. You never know where he is though, only know that Illumi is lurking somewhere. Now that you are where you belong though, he seems to be permanently aroused as your mere presence is bewitching. Cold and white hands suddenly grab you from behind, his nose buried in your hair as he takes a deep whiff of your scent as he presses you closer to his body, his throbbing cock pressed against your lower back. You have no saying in this all as Illumi's patience will quickly wear thin. His body is acting like this because of you so it is your job to take care of it.

🤎Consens is not something he deems as necessary and that is rather obvious in his distinctive Somnophilia. There has always been something about the way you so innocently slept all whilst he jerks off right next to you whilst touching and groping you. He has done it even before he abducted you but he takes it to the extreme as soon as you live with him and are married to him. It is not uncommon for you to wake up to him already balls deep inside of you or to him eating you out with his tongue, whether in the middle of the night or in the early morning. He is insatiable now that he finally has his hands on you and his libido needs weeks to calm somewhat down. He mounts you multiple times a day no matter where the both of you currently are. He's taken you from behind in the kitchen, in the garden or even in the corridor even as butlers passed by who professionally ignored the sight of his length shoved in one of your holes as his Nen always picked up dangerously when he sensed one of them glancing at the both of you for longer than one second. You're never let off the hook until Illumi is satisfied and removes himself from you before carrying you elsewhere.

🤎Whenever Illumi discovers something that fawns the heat of pleasure he is very direct in informing you about it. The first time you tugged at his hair during sex he instantly grabbed your hand and told you to keep on doing it, the sensation of having the roots of his hair being pulled at pleasurable. The same counts for scratches you accidentally give him though hailing from a family famous for producing ruthless assassins normally he doesn't allow people to casually wound him. He doesn't even bother hiding scratch marks when he walks around the mansion but servants and family members alike never talk about it, the only exception is probably Kikyo who sometimes tries prodding around to find out about your sex life yet Illumi silences her rather quickly. Then again, he has no qualms to talk about such stuff when you are around even if other people are within earshot. It is embarrassing, uncomfortable and disturbing all at the same time when he trails behind you like a second shadow and questions you about why exactly you didn't want him to fuck you raw this morning all whilst members of his own family could be around.

🤎When he gets a boner throughout the day, he seeks you out and tells you to help him with his problem. Whether you'll get away with only giving him a handjob or fucked raw against whatever surface is currently surrounding you remains a surprise. Illumi gains a certain fixation on your hands though, black eyes watching closely when your fingers trail over his body and brush the head of his stiff dick with fascination. He always wants you to use your hands to touch him somehow, whether by stroking his cock, pulling at his hair or scratching at his back. Kikyo has been pestering you about children within only weeks after you arrived and it doesn't take long for Illumi to bring the topic up to you either. What he has so far only ever seen as duty now has become a much more primal desire as he expresses his longing to claim your body even from the inside by reshaping it with his child as pregnancy is a fate unavoidable to you if you are fertile and capable of carrying. Things don't calm down even if you are pregnant though as your swollen stomach and growing breast only seem to unlock a new attraction within Illumi as he can't seem to get enough of you and your changing body.

Kozume Kenma

🐱Without having made prior encounters with the obsessive part of Kenma's feelings, it is likely to only see him as an introverted and somewhat socially awkward individual who prefers his time clinging to your side. All of that is true of course but it is only a part of the bigger picture that makes up Kenma. I wouldn't really see him as someone who is overly sexual as I can see him as someone who can cuddle with his darling completely naked without letting it escalate to anything sexual in favor of basking in the intimacy and comfort of it all. Whenever Kenma does get in a sexual mood though you'd be probably shocked to discover that he is more kinky than what you may have expected him to be for the entirety of your relationship so far. Has he researched on kinks on the internet before out of boredeom? Yes. Has this given him some ideas of what he would like to try out with you as soon as the both of you are ready? Also yes. Whilst sex isn't something he views as a necessity for a loving and good relationship, he does enjoy it if you are the one approaching him and vocalising to him your desires.

🐱When it comes to his preferences of being dominant or submissive Kenma is a switch who is wiling to lean more into one than the other aspect if you should have your own preferences for one side. Whatever role he assumes though, there will be something involved most of the time. Bondage is something on the frontline of things as it is one of the earliest things he discovered on the internet and the one that he still enjoys as one of the most. He's browsed through online shops to purchase quite a few ropes. Some of them are made out of soft and silky material that won't damage the skin on the wrists, others are rough and more likely to rub the skin raw. He'll use the ones you are most comfortable with whilst he switches back and forth between the both of them depending on whether he is in a slightly more masochistic mood or not. Through his interest in bondage he gets into shibari and starts practicing the art of it so that he can hopefully use it the next time you are down for a good time. You sometimes even catch him in the middle of practicing and your jaw got slack the first couple of times when he asked you unashamed if you'd allow him to practice on you or if you'd like to practice on him.

🐱Sensory depravation is another thing that has caught his eyes on his journey through kinks and another hobby on his on which he has blown quite a bit of money to collect desired items. He has his own cabinet where he stores all the stuff he usually only needs during sex. He's got a couple of blindfolds and earmuffs and together with the ropes restricting movement, Kenma finds a certain thrill in being left with only a few senses whilst having the ones best suited to identify stuff around one cut off. He himself finds enjoyment when light and sounds are taken away from him, leaving him much more aware of the senses he still has left. Every subtle shift of the mattress is something he notices with much more care than he would have before and every ghost-like touch somehow feels more intense when he doesn't know when it is coming as he can only hear his own heartbeat echoing through his body. There is just as much delight when you agree to let him use those tools on you, golden eyes observing the way you wriggle and squirm around whenever he touches you as you never know what's going to happen next yet trust him to hand so much control of you over to him.

🐱He isn't the biggest fan of vaginal sex or anal sex which sometimes is simply because he doesn't get hard enough. He does feel sorry for it at times but his libido is rather low yet he still wants to be able to please you when your body gets needy. So he starts practicing with his tongue and his fingers to please you as much as he can all whilst using your reactions as a guide to learn where to dig his tongue or how to curl his fingers to get the needed reaction out of you. It's also why he has quite a few dildos and vibrators with which he was quite fascinated the first few times as he'd never seen them in person before. He goes through the effort to use all of them on you to determine which ones feel the best for you and which ones bring you the most stimulation and pleasure as he will use those from that day on more commonly. When he takes on the submissive part which happens mainly when he has an errection he may also ask of you to wear a specific set of lingerie and stockings for him as he gives you permission to even degrade him a bit. You always see it through to never be too harsh with him though and make sure to mix in some condescending praises all whilst he is panting and squirming.

🐱On some occasions Kenma is too lazy to bother with ropes and other toys though, especially when he finds himself waking up early in the morning whilst being already half-hard for whatever reasons. Then he'll either try to sleep it off or will turn to you for help if it doesn't get better or maybe even gets worse. In such situations the sex is much more lazy and relaxed as you crawl over him and tug his pants down as he leaves the decision to you what you'll do with his erection from that point on. Whether you give him a handjob, a mouthjob or decide to impale yourself on his stiff length and ride him is solely up to you. Both of you converse in such moments in a more normal fashion, unless you suck him off, as no kinky aspects are involved and both of you just share sweet comments and compliments about each other as you set the tempo. He'll look at you with a lazy and small grin as he watches you, golden eyes half-lidded with occasional pants and grunts tumbling from his lips as you slowly get him closer to his release. Both of you usually get back to cuddling before dozing off again after he's ejaculated.

🐱Eventually he brings up the idea of taking pictures, recording audios or even videos of your sex life and it isn't something you are instantly comfortable with. He promises you to be careful though and to never let those files be leaked to anyone else. He starts with only pictures to ease your still somewhat hesitant mind about it all. It comes very surprisingly when he suddenly pulls your earmuffs off and you suddenly hear the snap sounds of his phone taking pictures of you in your current position. There is always some humiliation that comes with it as you try to imagine what you must look like on those pictures but he allows you just as much to take pictures of him when he is in that position and not you. He creates a specific file where he stores all of those records, can view and watch them without getting aroused most of the time unless he is in a mood. There have been no malicious intentions behind recording your sex life as Kenma deems your relationship to be as very stable yet just in case something unexpected should go down he knows that he has something to blackmail you with.

Aomine Daiki

💙Upon first impression no one would have ever expected for someone like Aomine to be so infatuated with his darling. Sure, he is scaring away anyone who triggers his possessive instincts but he is like a tame panther when he is around you. Now, it is no secret that Aomine has a habit of collecting magazines featuring girls who are on the busty side but he starts getting rid of them the moment he realises that he is making you feel insecure, especially if you are someone with a smaller chest, even tearing them apart in front of you to bring his point across. He's already on a rather touchy side at an early point in the relationship and prefers always having at least one hand somewhere on your body to keep you close and feel you. After you have discovered his magazines though you become suddenly very conscious of the way his eyes always linger on your chest, especially if you wear something that pronounces the curves and shape of your breast. Sometimes he is staring almost too much until you point it out to him. He is definitely a bit of a pervert and he doesn't even try to make a secret out of it. Something wrong with enjoying the sight of what is his?

💙Still he wouldn't coax you into something that you wouldn't want yourself which is why Aomine spends some of his free time masturbating whilst thinking about you. It isn't anything he feels ashamed about, after all how could he not get riled up when you are that sexy and cute? Often he finds himself gazing at a cute picture that he took of you one time on his phone whilst doing so, preferably one where more of your cleavage is exposed or he grabs something that smells like you. He does force you to wear some of his shirts and jackets so he usually always has something that still retains traces of your smell which is used to stimulate him only further. His endurance is already very obvious whenever he jerks off as he can spend hours ejaculating and emptying his balls and still have the energy and spunk for more. At times Daiki can't hide his desire for you and he has probably left you breathless countless times when a hungry kiss turned into a make out session where he pushed you against a wall or forced you on his lap and spent the next minutes letting his hands roam over your body and massaged your breast through your bra all whilst you could feel and see the dent in his pants.

💙From the very first moment you found out about his magazines you have always been aware that Aomine has a thing for breasts and that has been obvious for you ever since. The man loves your bosom and it's the one thing he loves touching and squeezing on your body the most, no matter how big or small they may be. Nipple and breast worship is definitely going to be a common experience for you once you finally let him explore your body. There is always something that will play and pleasure your nipples. Whether it's his rough fingers rubbing, pinching and rolling the nubs around or by using his mouth as his hot breath fawns your sensitive nipples whilst he licks, nibbles and even sucks on your chest. Foreplay exists sometimes entirely out of him pleasuring your breast and he has gotten so intense with it at times that you have actually had an orgasm solely because he was playing around with your nipples. When he finds out that during your menstruation your chest tends to be more sensitive and tender he totally uses that chance if you let him. After all the pleasure may be able to help you with the cramps you experience during your period so it's a win-win situation.

💙A good set of lingerie is always something Aomine knows to appreciate and it isn't uncommon that he sometimes buys you one in his favorite colour in hopes that you'll wear it the next time. It isn't the only thing that sets him in a good mood though. Sometimes it just happens accidentally that a situation, especially physical ones, cause his body to produce adrenaline which causes him arousal and stiffens his cock. Especially basketball has always been a sport that has managed to make his heart race with thrill when he faced an opponent that provided him with a good game. The adrenaline doesn't wear down even after the game and stays with him, his hardened cock persistent to not go down which is why he always grabs you after a good game and starts kissing you deeply. You can feel how much his heart is still racing as soon as you put your hands on his chest and now what is going on the moment you notice the bulge in his pants. Sometimes he doesn't even have the patience to wait until the both of you are home as he simply searches for the nextbest secluded area and takes you then and there with his body shielding you just in case someone still finds the both of you.

💙He is a beast as much in the sheets as he is on the court and whilst he does attempt to restrain himself better, at one point you always end up getting railed into the sheets as his excitement gets the better of him. As someone who stands at 6' 3 feet chances are that you are a good bit smaller than he is and if that should be the case, he is going to develop a major size kink. You're far too precious and cute whenever you are pressed beneath him with his own build dwarfing yours as he gently bullies his erect and thick cock inside of you all whilst trying to soothe you as good as he can if you should experience any discomfort in the process. He loves watching your smaller body bouncing up and down with every thrust of his, your breasts jiggling and your belly bulging when he buries himself fully inside of you as your insides literally get shaped to fit him inside of you. Conscious that he tends to go a bit feral during sex, you two actually establish a safeword that you can use if he gets too rough and if he's too deep immersed in everything Aomine allows you to slap him to snap him out of it.

💙Normally the one who keeps the role of the dominating one sometimes Aomine does prefer you to be on top and ride him. Mostly when it's still early in the morning and he knows that he has the whole day for himself which only motivates him to stay in bed for a little longer with you. One of his hands is still on your hips though and lifts you lazily up and down whilst the other one finds its way to your bouncing boobs, squeezing and playing around with the sensitive flesh. Even when he is technically still half-asleep he can't help the dirty talk that spills from his lips as your warm walls flutter around his cock whenever he brushes against the sensitive bundles of nerves only he has ever touched. He keeps you seated on top of him even after both of you have reached your climax, just enjoying the sensation of you cockwarming him for a few minutes before he pulls out when it gets too uncomfortable for you. Most of the time he just goes back to sleep right after whilst keeping an iron-grip on you. Both of you have the whole day after all so let him relax with you for a little while.

Murasakibara Atsushi

🍭For all of the clinginess Murasakibara expresses when in the company of his darling his intentions never revolve much around any sexual desires he is feeling at the moment. He just genuinely enjoys the physical affection he can get from you. As someone who stands at an astonishing height of 208 cm (6' 10") perhaps it is a natural instinct of his to protect you because you will definitely be smaller than him which in return only increases his desire to just wrap you in his arms and hide you from the world. Who knows, if you are on a small side he may just be able to do that. The first time he actually gets an erection is ironically enough yet in hindsight not surprising when he watches you intently licking a lollipop that he has given you before. Initially he just watches out of boredom because he doesn't have anything else to do but something about the way your tongue swipes over the sweet entrances him, the movement of your tongue fascinating and erotic in his eyes. Before he knows what he is doing, he suddenly asks you what flavor the lolli is but just as you are about to answer that question, his mouth is already pressed against yours whilst his tongue is exploring your own to taste the answer himself.

🍭He is kind of confused for a while after that incident because he has never been one who felt like indulging in sexual things yet it always seems to be from that day on that the combination of food and you seems to stir his cock awake in his pants. The way you lick your chopsticks whilst eating something or when sauce or ice cream drips down your chin and your tongue flips out to catch the droplets before they drop on your clothes. Somehow Atsushi just can't seem to tear his gaze away from you in such moments and you do notice that and sometimes just can't help but tease him a bit by being more sensual with every little gesture of yours all whilst he slowly leans closer, entranced by it until he catches you off-guard as his own long tongue suddenly appears and licks the food away from your face, his breath noticably heavier and shakier as he does so. Your surprise about the fact that the combination of his most favorite thing in the world, you, and another one of his favorite things in the world, food, is rather limited as you would have probably found it weirder if he wouldn't have found it arousing.

🍭That is why food play is something that is almost immediately tried out the moment the both of you find yourselves being more intimate. As his height may be something that intimidates and worries you, especially since he is massive down there, foreplay, handjobs and oral sex is something that is a far more common practice between the both of you than vaginal sex or anal sex. Murasakibara never finds himself complaining much though as he actually prefers this much more as it is literally much more tasty for him that way. He buys tons of sweets and cream the moment you actually explain to him the topic of food play and instantly wants to try out almost every flavor possible. He loves placing candy all over your skin or decorating your body with whipped cream or something else, tracing his tongue all over you, nibbling, biting and sucking whilst savoring the sweet flavor. Your pussy isn't save from being coated in something sugary either but do not worry, his tongue cleans up everything just wonderfully whilst the flavor gets mixed with your own juices as the long muscles slides in and out of you, not letting a single drop get to waste.

🍭He loves combining the flavor of your dripping arousal with ice cream, whipped cream or other sweet things as every combination results in a new favorite flavor for him which is why eating you out becomes quickly a new favorite thing for him. The taste of sugar and your juices is in fact so good that by the end of it he is painfully hard in his own pants, the tip of his cock red and leaking pre-cum. You use your hands and your tongue to coax his own orgasm out of him because he is actually worried that he may hurt you if he would put his entire length inside your mouth. If you can consume the same sweet and sugary creams he gladly uses to paint your body in he would encourage you to rub it onto his cock as well before licking it all off with your tongue. He always cums on you, staining your chest and your chin with his release and his eyes are immediately drawn to you and the way the sticky and translucent load drips down your chin and chest. Seeing you all messy and stained in his release is a sight he rather likes watching, especially if you decide to be a minx enough to use that darn tongue of yours to taste some of his spunk.

🍭Murasakibara has always been someone who has shared all of his food with you and who has fed you everything he consumed as long as he knew that you could digest it without any risks. It is for that likely that his excessive feeding has led you to gain a few pounds but he'd find that only more adorable. If you are on a chubbier side he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself and would constantly want to touch you and squeeze you, loving how soft you are. He even feeds you during sex if his mouth isn't busily ravishing your moist pussy and whatever else he has decided to try out on that day, popping a sugar cube or a fruit inside his mouth before kissing you and pushing it with his tongue inside your own before pulling back and watching you chewing and swallowing it before repeating the process until you are whining that you can't eat anymore. He always makes a mess and after both of you are done, you're always covered in saliva, body fluids as well as sugary creams but Murasakibara enjoys the sight and the smell of the aftermath and prefers to enjoy it for a while longer before the both of you have to clean up.

🍭The few times where you do insist on taking his cock inside of you Atsushi preps you carefully so that you are loose enough to not hurt yourself whilst taking him. Since his height poses a problem, the smaller you are all the more, you are always on top of him as he could literally hurt you if he would move wrongly inside of you or go too hard or too fast which is why he lets you set the tempo. Large hands hold your waist as he lays down or sits whilst lowering you slowly down his erect length, violet eyes holding a hint of nervousness behind his normally passive expression as he watches for any sounds or signs of discomfort and pain from you. Once he has lowered you completely on his length, his hands on your waist prevent you from moving for a while as he wants to give you the time to properly adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of you before you tell him that you're fine and he loosens his hold as you start moving. If he is in a seating position, he just wraps you up in his arms and keeps you to himself whilst you ride him. Considering his insane strength he could probably easily lift you up and fuck you whilst standing.

Akashi Seijuro

🏆Akashi is always a double-edged sword to have as the person obsessed with you and it all boils down to his own self-control. Akashi has without a doubt the best hold of his own obsession but it is this very fact that can make him so very terrifying as this merely means that he is always in control of his own temper as well as everything going on around him. A master manipulator who knows what to do to achieve his goals of keeping you by his side yet also firm to keep his chivalry and have some rules set for him when it comes to you. This can be more of a curse than it is to be a blessing yet it is this fact that keeps him from touching you sexually unless he notices that he has your consens. He may initiate it to test the water but the moment he realises that your body goes tense or that you look uncomfortable he pulls away and apologises. He's always gauging your reaction whenever he even subtly hints at the topic all to observe and figure out your true feelings about it which will determine whether he'll wait for a bit longer or if it would be safe for him to proceed further.

🏆As a hard perfectionist Seijuro has weirdly high expectations for everything involving the relationship. Everything has to fit in, everything has to work seamlessly and if it doesn't he takes measurements to see through that it does. The same logic applies to sex life and especially the first time. He has ensured you that your pleasure is something very important to him yet at the same time Seijuro intends to enjoy you just like the work of art that you are in his eyes. You're going to get dolled up so that you are a treat for his eyes that he intends to savor slowly and sensually. He plans the first love making almost meticulously and makes a fuss until absolutely everything is perfect in his eyes. There is no need to rush the process as he actually prefers to set the mood and stretch everything out just enough until the both of you are on edge and the anticipation is thick in the air. Everything is done in a slower and borderline torturous pace for himself as well as you as he slowly helps you to strip out of your clothes and whilst the movement of his hands are calculated and controlled, the burning look of desire and painful dent in his pants is telling another story.

🏆Clothes are such an important thing to him. Akashi is not only rich but very active when it comes to the clothes you wear as a good portion of them was gifted to you by him. He wants you to look pretty and buys what he thinks would look simply gorgeous on you. Lingerie is no exception to that topic either and based on the clothes he suggests you to wear on certain dates you are actually able to guess how the evening will most likely end. Skimpy outfits aren't part of that collection though as Seijuro seems to view the process of stripping you of all of your clothes just like unwrapping a highly anticipated present. He craves the suspense, partially even views it as a challenge to him to hone and test his own self-control to see how long he can draw the sexual tension out until either you or he snaps. Art like you deserves nothing but praise in his eyes and as your lover he views it explicitly as his duty to see it through that nothing will hamper with your own self-esteem, especially not the words of others. Sharp and viligant to notice insecurities your soul may harbor in regards to your appearance, he'll be quick to correct your thoughts the next time both of you are naked.

🏆Whilst Akashi is absolutely not limited to only indulging in you in the walls of the bedroom, he is very picky with the locations he chooses as all of them will have to be prepared beforehand by him so that the mood is set. He invites you on especially tiring days for you into the bathroom where he has filled the bathtub with hot water for you, rose pedals swimming on the surface as the pleasant smell of oil he has added to the water fills the room as he helps you to undress and ushers you inside. He doesn't pounce on you like a wild animal though as he first and foremost sees it through that you are relaxed and let loose from all the stress you experienced during the day. Other times he preps the balcony in the huge garden, adding your favorite flowers and adjusting other details more to your personal liking before he leads you during the night to the secluded place. This perfectionist attitude of his doesn't allow for any imperfections or dirtiness in places where he plans to claim you for himself to the point where he would feel sorry for you if the both of you were ever forced to become intimate in a place that doesn't live up to his expectations.

🏆Visual representation is a key factor for Akashi. Everything he uses is to enhance your natural beauty even more. The clothes and the lingerie is one such example but it doesn't take long for him until he disovers the art of Japanese bondage. He's almost immediately taken by the idea and starts practicing his skills instantly. He's very picky with the material, the colour and the design he chooses for the ropes though. They're meant to make you look even more ravishing after all and should be firm enough to not allow you to move yet also gentle enough on the skin so that you don't accidentally rub your skin raw. The metaphor of unwrapping you like a gift becomes quite literal as soon as he has learned enough techniques to tie you up beautifully, always pulling away and hovering over your form for a few moments to admire and savor the breathtaking sight underneath him. He enjoys the aspect of having control, though it is more subtle if both of his eyes are of the same colour but shibari as well as his eventual suggestion of blindfolding you are signs he exhibits still when he enjoys you fully for himself. The thought of you trusting him despite being immobilised and blinded thrills and excites him deep down.

🏆Foreplay is always a build-up yet something Seijuro never skips as he deems it as yet another important step to properly set the mood as well as to prepare you to take him in the near future. Through practice, observation and learning he eventually figures out how to use his fingers and his tongue to pleasure you and find all of the right spots to stroke and touch to have you squirm underneath him yet at the same time he also learns to read the signs of your body that tell him that you are close only to then suddenly stop and deny you your incoming orgasm. He keeps you on the brink purposely by denying you your climax, heightens your arousal and your desire to have you completely unwind around his cock much more intensely when he eventually gives you what he denied you earlier. Aftercare is something he has never skipped and doesn't plan to ever do so. He keeps you hydrated and after a few minutes of resting and basking in the afterglow of the pleasure he normally takes a quick shower with you before going back to rest. He's even learnt how to properly give someone a massage and will gladly give you one if you request it of him.

Inumaki Toge

🗣️Inumaki is someone who does things in a relaxed and patient manner in a relationship as long as there is nothing that poses a threat to your life. The topic of physical intimacy is very much put under the same label as it is nothing he thinks of as desperately needed in a good relationship and more of an addition that the both of you can indulge in from time to time. He’d wait for you to initiate everything as he truly doesn’t care much about when it happens as long as he knows that you are comfortable with the thought and don’t feel forced to do it because the relationship has been going on for a while now. If he’d notice that you’re secretly desiring sexual intimacy but are too insecure or shy to speak about it though, Inumaki will step up and become more active by initiating it himself. As both of you can’t communicate verbally due to his Cursed Technique he has gotten very good in reading your body language if you do not convey something with your words which is why he notices the lingering gazes you give him and the way your body reacts when it is aroused.

🗣️In public Toge usually covers up the lower half of his face due to the tattoos there to help him using his power but he’s very comfortable to expose it completely around you as the both of you have a rather strong bond even despite his obsession as he flies much more under the radar in comparison to some of his friends. Inumaki is a major giver as I can’t see him having an overly high sex drive which is why he is able to put much more focus on your own pleasure instead. As he normally can’t use his lips to express his love for you verbally unless he uses his own language, he decides to use it much more actively when he pleases you. He showers your neck, your breasts, your stomach and the inside of your thighs with teasing kisses that he trails slowly down your body before he latches onto your sensitive nub between your legs and starts sucking and biting gently to coax an orgasm out of you. His tongue is just as frequently used as his lips are, swirling around your sensitive nipples, smearing thin trails of saliva all over your body, flicking teasingly over your clitoris before pushing the wet and warm muscle inside of you to eat you out.

🗣️As tempting as you may think the idea is, Inumaki refuses to even entertain the idea of using his voice to demand anything from you. By doing so he would force you to do something you do not have any control over and even if you would give him permission beforehand, he’d feel much too uncomfortable to continue any activity with you. Period sex is surprisingly enough a thing though that is mainly because he offers it to you when he realises that you are feeling horny even whilst you have your blood flow. You may be scared that he will be disgusted but Inumaki assures you that as a sorcerer he has seen and experienced more disgusting things in his life than a natural function your body goes through monthly. He’s heard that an orgasm during menstruation can even help against cramps and if you’re prone to strong cramps during your period he’d be all the more down for it. Admittedly, he does use his fingers during your menstruation to help you with your orgasm or he uses a sex toy if you have one in your possession and afterwards just caters to your needs.

🗣️When he himself experiences an erection he is quite neutral on whether or not you want him to be the one on top or want him to play more of a submissive role. Sex with him is always accompanied by a relaxed and attentive mood. It’s slow, considerate and nothing overly kinky unless you specifically want to try something that he would deem as safe and that wouldn’t make him uncomfortable or worried for your safety. He’s gotten so used to fingering you or using his tongue on you though that it feels weird to not tickle at least one orgasm out of you before he pushes himself inside of you so he always insists on going down on you at least once or ask you to sit on his face to let him do what he is by now quite good at before both of you proceed. It just doesn’t feel right until he feels your body trembling and squirming around, heard your pants and sounds of ecstasy and tastes your orgasm on his tongue. Only after he has fulfilled that task and knows that he has given you your climax by using his fingers or tongue does he feel finally eager and excited to move on to the next part.

🗣️If you decide that you don’t want to lie down and want to ride him, he prefers to still be seated so that he has better access to your body, wanting to litter it with adoring kisses and gentle touches of his. Most important for him though is that he always has a good view of your face and can keep eye contact with you. Inumaki always loves looking into your beautiful eyes and it’s the same even in such moments of extremely physical intimacy as it is important for him to always see that you are enjoying yourself, his pleaser behavior truly shining through. Whilst he doesn't fake his reactions to please you Toge does ensure that he doesn't hide any grunts or groans that linger on his lips when he feels your hot walls tightening around his shaft as he can't express the pleasure he receives in normal words. The prominent blush that tends to quickly spread on his entire face as soon as both of you start moving is a wordless indicator though that the entire experience is quite overwhelming for him and his body as well as slightly exhausting.

🗣️Normally he does feel safer if he is wearing protection because even if you do take contraception he just wants to be entirely sure just in case something does go wrong. If you request of him to not use a condom the next time he would still agree but only as long as he knows that your protection still works. He usually pulls out before his orgasm occurs though, his milky cum splashing all over your stomach instead before he flops down and just relaxes. He doesn't last longer than one or two rounds if he has vaginal sex with him as his own libido is satisfied after those few rounds which leaves him with only exhaustion. Even in that state of exhaustion he continues doting on you though, fully committed to use his tongue and his fingers if you should still have the energy and the arousal to go on. Otherwise he spends a couple of minutes just cuddling with you in bed, his hands soothingly trailing up and down your body before he wordlessly suggests for the both of you to take a quick shower.

Kamo Choso

🩸Choso pretty much thinks of himself as a provider and a protector for the few people he cares about. Those few people are mainly only his younger brothers, at one point only Yuji as he is the only one still alive, and the other person is you. Whilst the love Choso feels for you is obviously different from what he feels for Yuji his desire to protect and provide are at this point integrated into his personality. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he wouldn't be able to care for you and keep you safe from all harm yet those new feelings also mean that he is introduced to things which were prior to meeting you foreign and unfamiliar concepts for him. One of those new concepts is the sexual need of his own body. You have to keep in mind after all that despite being technically quite old he has only been incarnated into a body made out of flesh and blood a few months ago which means that he is not yet familiar with all of the functions that his body has, leaving him admittedly somewhat flustered and dumbfounded when his cock starts pulsing and seems to get a mind of its own as he can feel the blood rushing into it and see how it starts pushing against his clothes, forming a bulge.

🩸Neither does he turn to Yuji for help nor does he bother to ask anyone else and with not enough knowledge to turn to the internet, Choso is left to figure it out himself. He can eventually draw his own conclusion with what is going on with his body but his own knowledge is limited and his experience is nonexistent yet it is this that seems to stress him out a bit. He wants you only happy and healthy with him yet if he can't provide for you when it comes to sex he can't help but feel like he would potentially fail you and disatisfy you. Somehow he has to figure out how it works though. He starts stalking you more intently, waits until you are in the safety of your own home and start masturbating whilst he watches you and clumsily starts stroking himself at the sight as well. He literally starts masturbating only to learn how his own body and orgasm works yet has troubles getting hard when he isn't watching you so he ends up stealing some clothes from you as your scent quickly causes his cock to stir with interest. Somehow he also stumbles across some magazines but those leave him with more questions than answers and in the worst case with some wrong ideas.

🩸As soon as Choso actually has you physically with him, whether that is through a more legal situation where Yuji was majorly involved or the good old abduction, his body goes absolutely crazy. Your scent, your presence and even the sight of you keep him into a situation of permanent arousal that won't leave him as his body can't stop the excitement and thrill he constantly feels by simply having you with him which means he is always at least half-hard. He's not touching you though as much as his throbbing cock is urging him to do. He can't stop staring at you and staying close to you though which only makes the situation harder for him as he notices every short peak of more skin when you move and always inhales your scent. Choso is a pervert but he probably doesn't know what that means in the first place and if you would explain it to him he would probably mumble that he's only watching you all the time and has done so even in the past because he desires to protect you even if you are undressing or naked. He doesn't really have any bad intentions but his body is in overdrive as he is severely touch-starved and on top of that extremely infatuated with you.

🩸His excessively touchy behavior aside, Choso never touches you unless you consent to it because the few times he did lose his control for a short while and sensed the excessive fear from you he instantly felt his heart drop at the knowledge that you were scared because of him before he pulled away, apologising with a shaky tone. When you eventually do allow him to get intimate with you he initially doesn't even know what he is supposed to do, excitement and nervousness flushing through his system as his hands start trembling. Your first time with him is messy and awkward during the start because he has neither the experience nor the courage to ask you for guidance as he wants to please you without relying on any help and the fact that he feels pressured to provide you with pleasure now that you have let him do this for you only makes his brain go a bit haywire even more. Eventually you are slightly fed up with his stubborn behavior and intend to get his attention as you grab a fist full of his hair and yank on his hair only to draw a surprised and somewhat pathetic moan from him which leaves you flustered and him panting with a blooming blush on his cheeks.

🩸Luckily he drops his stubbornness and accepts advice and help from you after that incident. Both of you make quite a few discoveries as time passes by and the most amusing one you find yourself somewhat abusing is the fact that not only is Choso a helpless simp but also downright masochistic when it comes to you. You can always draw one pathetic moan from him when you grab his hair and pull on it or unexpectantly spank him on his body with enough force to leave a red print on his skin. It's this combination of masochistic attributes and his infatuation that makes it fairly easy to push him into the submissive role yet you also learn that a few praises thrown in here and there are also always needed from him to keep him happy and aroused. Choso himself is never mean to you even if he does feel his cock throb when you are a tad bit mean to him during sex as he is seclusively a worshipper who prefers peppering you in kisses and showering you with compliments. In fact sometimes he is almost too talkative, apparently always having something he needs to praise about you even when his brain is having a short circuit during his orgasm and he just whines and whimpers declarations of love to you.

🩸He gets upset when he can't touch you and always prefers to be as closely pressed against you as possible. When he is the one on top of you it actually looks initially like he is just cuddling with you whilst both of you are naked. His arms are wrapped around you tightly, his head is nuzzled into your neck and he starts with a slow pace that gets progressively faster the closer he gets, especially if you tease him, pull at his hair or scratch him slightly. His needs to always have you close to him and worship you lead him to not only greatly enjoy having sex with you in tight spaces where both of you literally have to be smushed together due to the lack of space but also to love having sex in front of mirrors which allows him to admire you from all angles. His ability is blood manipulation and ironically enough he has a thing for period sex, especially since he heard that it can relieve the pain of cramps and if you suffer from especially intense ones and nothing else he does seems to help he just blurs out the question if he could try to coax an orgasm out of you in hopes that it'll help. Sometimes he gets emotionally almost overwhelmed with the intimacy and love he feels which leads him to shed some tears.

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dark-and-kawaii · 2 months ago

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NOTE: I deleted a lot of my Haikyuu stuff on here especially the dark dark content -regretting it now-. So to those who are still here from back then and notice, yes there are things missing and I apologize.

Naruto Masterlist

Kinks/What Turns Them On: Kakashi - Minato - Itachi - NSFW

Delicious Madara Smut: Madara Uchiha - NSFW

Lover: Kakashi - NSFW

Enamored: Madara - NSFW

What He Likes: Tobirama - NSFW

Tsukuyomi: Itachi - NSFW

Jealous: Kakashi

Why He’s Special: Madara

Coming Out: Kakashi

нαιкуυυ!!! мαѕтєяℓιѕт

Poly Relationship Headcanons: Hanamaki - Matsukawa - Atsumu - Osamu - Ushijima - Tendou - NSFW - Fluff - I love them all

Cheating Headcanons: Atsumu - Oikawa - Suna - Angst - Cheating - Splash Of NSFW

Non Cheaters Headcanons: Sakusa - Akaashi - NSFW - Yandere - Death

MSBY Team: NSFW

Random Headcanons: Kuroo - Soft - Sweet - Nicknames

Train Sex: Kuro - NSFW - Exhibitionism - Kuroo Fucks You On The Train

Gangbang Headcanons: Sugawara - Asahi - Daichi - NSFW - Gangbang

Betrayal: Yandere Atsumu - Helpless Osamu - Noncon - Gore - Choking - Osamu Tied To Chair

кυяσкσ ησ вαѕкєт мαѕтєяℓιѕт

Just Panties: Generation Of Miracles - Tetsuya - Fluff - Nekkid

Stealing The Blanket: Kise - Miyaji - Kagami - Akashi - Takao - Fluff

Trying To Impregnate You: Aomine - NSFW - Breeding

Lazy Mornings: Murasakibara - Himuro - Fluff - Cuddling

Dancing: Akaashi - Kise - Dancing - Fluff

Birthday Sex: Murasakibara - NSFW - Birthday Sex - Frosting

Pregnancy Sex: Aomine - Masturbation - NSFW - Pregnancy

Wakamatsu Headcanons: Wakamatsu - SFW - NSFW

Dad Headcanons: Hanamiya - Kiyoshi - Furuhashi - Kagami - Aomine - Fluff

Bad Boys Do It Better: Hanamiya - Hara - Seto - NSFW - Gangbang

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saintblk · 1 year ago

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no bc my aomine brainrot never stops girlie!!! that man? the horniest out there, doesn't even bother stripping (himself or you) before fucking you stupid 😩

PUH LEASE the hold this man has on me is TERRIBLE.

cw: vulgar language, sexual intercourse, reader is degraded:P

he’s got zero patience, hates waiting for the most simple stuff. so when he finds himself with an agonizing tent in his pants, he wastes no time pulling you away from what you’re doing for his own sexual gratification.

it doesn’t help that he’s aroused by damn near everything you do. in this case, he’s watching you grind on your friends at a party he didn’t want to attend. you’re wearing a dress that’s far too tight and far too short, and he can’t help but think it should be him pressed up against you instead of some chick he didn’t bother remembering the name of.

it isn’t long before he’s getting up, grabbing your hand and leading you out the house. he’s ignoring your line of questioning and your complaints. you were having fun? you just got there? too bad — he’s horny:(

he lets you slide into the passenger seat as he plops down on the driver’s side. but aomine quickly decides he can’t wait until you’re home. he pulls you over the console and onto his lap before you can protest and when you do, you’re shut up by the feeling of his fingers slipping past your panties.

in just a few moments, his dick is out, your panties have been pushed to the side, and he’s bullying his way past your tight walls. his starting pace is relentless and cruel, helping you bounce on his member with a harsh grip on your bottom.

“s’too much!” you sob, yet you still lift yourself up just for him to pull you back down.

aomine, too busy watching your bodies connected, tsked in annoyance.

“shut up,” he growls. “your fault anyway…”

he tugs the neck of your dress down, giving him access to your nipples. his teeth prod and bite at your skin, earning him a cry out and a clench around his shaft.

“dressed like a fuckin’ slut,” he groans and sinks his teeth into your neck. “you can take it like one then, yeah?”

his first nut gives him enough clarity and self control to drive the two of you home. in the passenger seat, you lay your head against the window, drained and fucked out. yet despite your obvious need for sleep, he’s not nearly done with you. when you step through the door to his place, he’s pushing you up against the nearest wall and having his way with you again.

#aomine daiki x reader #aomine daiki x black reader #aomine smut #knb smut #knb x reader #knb x black reader #꒰ slim’s thots ꒱#꒰ from the mailroom ꒱

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morosis-haze · 1 year ago

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

Ft. Aomine,Kagami,Kise x fem!reader | Pre-established relationship

Warning: Swearing

𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢

❒ Would’ve thought he found his magazines digitally with the way he was staring at his phone

❒ Someone is trying to talk to him and his ass not even making eye contact just staring at his phone

❒ Like damn can you act like you care?

❒ The person starts to get annoyed and walks off just as you walk into the room now wondering what your boyfriend did now to piss someone off

❒ Aomine didn’t even look up from his phone not paying attention to his surroundings

❒ You of course now curious about what has your boyfriend’s attention have the need to figure out what has him so engaged in his phone

❒ You walk up getting behind where he was sitting and look at his phone… just to see your instagram page

❒ “You know you could stare at the real deal when she’s right beside you, right?”

❒ He flips his phone to face down as if now he couldn’t get caught

❒ He looked embarrassed judging by the wide-eyed expression from noticing him

❒ Aomine tries to recollect himself rolling his eyes and acting unbothered “I don’t know what you're on about” he grunts

❒ “Don’t play stupid in my face. If you miss me just say that”

❒ “I was waiting for you since you wanna be late” Getting up, he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist “Let’s just go”

𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚

❒Kagami and you were laying in bed it was another one of those chill days

❒ The fan was on, another rewatch of your favorite tv show started, and conversation was held between you two

❒ You both start to go into comfortable silence not really paying attention to the tv, starting to go on your phones

❒ After a while you're about to get up and grab snacks for you two

❒ When you turn to look over at him to ask what he wants you see his phone open on your instagram page

❒ He’s over here scrolling through lingering on the photos for a while

❒ “Hmm you think she’s pretty?”

❒ He gets all embarrassed not knowing what he should say after getting caught

❒ You laugh at his reaction and he groans “Why are you like this?”

❒ “Beautiful? I don’t know maybe so my boyfriend could just stare at any photo of me”

❒ “Yeah guess so since my girlfriend is really pretty” he mutters

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚

❒ Who is he to not wanna fawn over his pretty girlfriend

❒ He was always one to be complimenting and hyping you up like no other

❒ He always wanna see his girl so that lead him to be on your ig page

❒ First, it’s just looking at your more recent post then it’s going past photos before y’all were even dating

❒ Next thing he knows he liked an old photo

❒ He has the most dramatic reaction

❒ Being mad loud got his teammates looking at him sideways

❒ It’s a gasp, scream, then whining and falling all over the place holding his head

❒ Literally is doing the absolute most like you could’ve just quickly unliked the photo… which he didn’t do

❒ Meaning you had the time to see the notification and you of course checked what he liked because you didn’t even post something today

❒ Once you see it was something old you just know you had to tease him once you saw him

❒ You went to go meet up with him like you usually did when it came to the end of the school day

❒ You already see from a distance your boyfriend’s dramatic actions and his team staring at him with deadpan expressions

❒ You wave to his team and they seem slightly relieved seeing you get your boyfriend

❒ "Ryu what are you doing? You plan on joining theater?"

❒ He straightens up putting on the suave act

❒ Smile on his face looking at you as if nothing just happened

❒ "A few have wished to see my face on theater but y'know it's just not for me"

❒"Yeah I'm sure they ask just cause of your face... anyways what's up with the stalking?"

❒He freezes staring blankly at you "You know?"

❒ When you show him the notification he can only whine more before getting a sudden burst of energy now claiming he can't be embarrassed for liking his girlfriend's pictures

𝐀/𝐍: @katsumiiii your man is in here

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:: @jackibrown / @goldenglow149 / @userwithlotsoftime want to join taglist? fill out this form here!

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kkeidawrites · 2 months ago

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Something Borrowed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe something happened.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Psst!” He ignores the sound.

“Psssst!” Again, ignoring and writing faster.

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

“What?” Midorima hisses.

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

“No.” He deadpans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I told you all to leave me alone-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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zyettemoon1800 · 9 months ago

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Master list

Pillarmen

All of them together (1)

All of them together(2)

All of them together(3)

All of them together (4)

All of the together (5)

Kars

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

Extras

Hobie Brown

Thomas Hewitt

Jabberwock

Muhammad Ali.Jr

Vampire

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qupidology · 11 months ago

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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.”

#this might be ooc #but #i don’t care :D #kise would indeed have this energy to him and i won’t be argued with #𝒒𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏'𝒔 #𝒒𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅'𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 #black reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket smut #knb smut #kuroko no basket x black reader #kise ryouta x black reader #knb x black reader #kuroko’s basketball x black reader #kuroko no basket x reader #kise ryouta x reader

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kkyaka · 7 months ago

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Chapter 1: In Limbo

Limbo: Any in-between place, state or condition of neglect or oblivion which results in an unresolved status, delay, or deadlock

Summary: Meeting Aomine after seven years in the store and finding out he has a kid was definitely not what you were expecting when you were out shopping. But the last thing you expected was becoming a babysitter turned nanny looking after his kid. Word Count: 11, 483 Warnings: awkward encounters, lots of angst in this chapter, reader thinks aomine cheated on her aomine doesn't have a great relationship with his son, aomine is still way into you, reader plays beach volleyball, reader is a part time babysitter, painful trips down memory lane, reader chews aomine the fuck out, if there's anything else I missed please lmk lol A/N: Hope you enjoy this! I had a bunch of fun writing it, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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You check off the last snack that you have on your grocery list, seeing that the next thing on the list is a couple of aisles down. You're about to move but you jump when you feel something tap at your back. You look over your shoulder, having to look down to see a kid standing behind you. He doesn't look happy, and it looks like he's on the verge of tears.

"Are you okay?" you ask, fully turning around and crouching down.

"I can't find my dad," he says quietly, and you carefully put your hand on his shoulder.

"Okay, okay. Don't worry. I'll help you," you reassure, and he takes a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure he's looking for you, so why don't we wait here to see if he comes down this aisle?" He nods and you look back and forth at either end of the aisle to see if you see a man that looks like he's looking for someone. "What's your name?" you ask, looking back at the kid.

"Taj."

"Nice to meet you, Taj," you say, introducing yourself after you respond. Since it's so early in the morning, there aren't a lot of people in the store, so you're hoping that'll make resolving this situation a lot easier. "How old are you?"

"Seven," he says, looking over the stuff that you have in your cart.

"Do you remember where you last saw your dad?" He shakes his head after he shrugs causing you to sigh a little. "Do you remember if it smelled like anything?" you try, hoping that he knows something that might help. He shakes his head again, and you don't try to ask him another question because you don't want to overwhelm him.

"It was cold," he says after the both of you are silent for a bit.

"Okay! That's good!" you respond. "What was he doing before you lost him?"

"He was on the phone, and I wanted some juice, but he wasn't listening to me. So, I wanted to try and find it myself." His lips wobble a little, and you're quick to console him.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Let's see if he's still over there, alright?" He sniffs, nodding shortly after. "You wanna push the basket?" you try, and you smile when one pulls at the corner of his mouth. You move letting him put his hands on the handle before you put yours on the outside of his. You walk carefully to make sure that you don't step on his feet.

You guide him towards the frozen aisles even though you're pretty sure you're doing most of the pushing. You have him look down the aisles to see if he sees his father, but to your dismay, he doesn't see him. "How about we go get that juice you wanted?" you ask, rubbing over his head to get his attention. "Then we can go to the front and get some more help."

He's silent again as he nods, and you hope that it keeps him from freaking out just a little bit longer until you can find his dad. You go down the juice aisle, letting him pick out which one he wants. He instantly knows which one to get, and you let him hold onto it as you head toward the register.

You go through the self-checkout, buying him the juice before you walk over to where all the carts are kept at the front of the store. You're glad that you barely started shopping, so there isn't a lot in your cart; just the snacks you picked up right before Taj approached you.

"Hey, bud, it's gonna be okay," you tell him, crouching down again when it looks like he might cry. "I promise we'll find your dad." You look up, looking for a worker to alert about the situation.

"Taj, oh thank God!" you hear, and his face lights up in recognition as he runs out of your reach. You quickly stand, turning around to see Taj being held by his dad as he hugs him tightly.

"Thank--" You freeze when you finally see who Taj's father is, and he does the same, his words getting caught in his throat at the sight of you. He says your name in what sounds like disbelief, and you give him an awkward smile.

"Aomine," you respond, not knowing what to say. He's still holding Taj, and it's like he doesn't know what to say either, the air starting to feel stifling as it takes an uncomfortable turn.

"Um, thanks for staying with him," he eventually says, and you shake your head as you wave him off.

"It was no problem. I'm just glad you're reunited." You try to swiftly end the conversation so that you can get back to shopping and get out of here. You're about to leave when Aomine suddenly looks down at his son's hands.

"Where'd you get this from?" he asks, softly taking the juice from him, too wound up in the fact that he found him to see what he was holding.

"She bought it for me!" Taj answers cheerfully, and Aomine looks at you right as you start to move away.

You huff a little. "He said he wanted some juice, so I just got a little bottle," you try, wondering if he'll be mad at you for doing so.

"Let me pay you back," he says, which surprises you, and your eyes widen when he sticks his hand in his pocket.

"No, no! It's okay, it's just juice," you chuckle, trying to ease the tension out of your shoulders, and you put your hands on the basket, hopefully signaling the end of this conversation. "I'm just glad to he's with you," you repeat and before you can take a step, Taj is wiggling out of Aomine's arms and making his way toward you.

"Thank you for the juice! And for staying with me!" he beams, and you smile down at him as you rub over his head, hugging him back when he hugs you.

"Of course, Taj. Just tell your dad where you're going next time, okay?" He nods quickly, and you laugh softly before you try to make your escape again, but it seems like fate doesn't want that just yet.

"So, how have you been?" Or rather, it's him that doesn't want that just yet. You turn around to see that Aomine's standing closer to you than before, Taj standing next to him.

"Pretty good I would say," you say, almost sounding like you're forcing it out until you compose yourself. "Just taking it day by day. How about you? I bet you're having the time of your life," you continue, talking about the fact that he's very popular in the professional basketball setting.

"You could say that," he says with a half-laugh, and it now dawns on you that he has a kid. And he's seven. The last time you saw Aomine was a little over seven years ago, and that was when you finally called it quits. You don't want to jump to conclusions, but you can't help but think if he was seeing someone else while you were together.

The thought leaves a sour taste in your mouth, and you decide to get out of this conversation. "I really have to go, I've got to meet with some friends," you say, not even fumbling over your words as you lie. "It was good to see you," you slowly finish because it actually wasn't, but you're pretty sure that's what you're supposed to say. Right?

Taj tells you goodbye, giving you a wave that you return with a smile before you walk off with your cart, not daring to look back. You could just walk out and forget shopping altogether, but there's nothing in your house, so you needed this shopping trip. You move as fast as you can, hoping that you don't have to run into him anymore.

You ended up getting a lot more groceries than you thought, but you're in and out of the store without running into Aomine again. You make it to your car and start moving the bags into your car. You have big reusable bags that you put multiple groceries in, but that means that they're more on the heavier side.

You hear your name being called, and you turn around to see Taj running toward you with Aomine right behind him. Your heart sinks a bit at the sight of Aomine, sighing internally but putting on a smile when Taj gets to you. He holds his hand up, and you see that he has a flower in his hand. You gasp softly, taking it as you have a hard time fighting your smile.

"What's this for?" you laugh, lowering yourself to his level, and he steps closer to give you a hug.

"I wanted to thank you for staying with me and helping me find my dad," he tells you when he pulls away.

"Thank you, Taj. You didn't have to do that," you say before holding the flower up to your nose to smell it. "But this happens to be my favorite." You rub his head again, standing up fully, and Aomine's moving toward you.

"Let me help you with your bags," he offers, and you don't get a chance to deny it because he's moving before you can speak. He moves them quickly without any trouble, but then Taj wants to help also, which slows Aomine down a bit. You just stand there, wondering how your morning got sidetracked so quickly.

When they're done filling your car, Taj wants to run the cart back to the cart corral, and Aomine lets him since it's in his eyesight. He warns him to watch out for cars, and you both smile as you watch him carefully push it over there. You keep your attention on Taj in hopes that his dad won't start another awkward conversation.

"I don't know how I can thank you." You sigh again, pointedly turning your head.

"Don't worry about it. But maybe just keep an eye on him next time?" you try with a soft chuckle.

"I was on the phone, and I just got caught up."

"You don't have to explain anything to me. I mean, it's not like we really know each other," you add, kicking at imaginary rocks on the ground when you look down at your feet, so you miss the way Aomine's body sags at your words.

Taj comes running back, and Aomine hides his face with a smile as he gives his son a high-five. "Well, I really should get going. Thanks for helping me out," you say, looking down at Taj. Aomine seems to get the hint this time because he nods before beginning to step away from your car when you walk to the door.

"It was really good seeing you," he admits, but all you can respond with is a nod and a tight smile. You give one last wave to Taj before getting in the car, and you can see the two of them turn around and walk to their car in your rearview mirror. Aomine straps Taj in the backseat, and you can see him look at your car one last time before he gets in his. You grab the steering wheel before letting your head fall on top of it, releasing a loud groan that you couldn't before.

You start the car and make a point to not think about the last hour of your life as you drive home. You rationalize the whole thing by coming to the conclusion that you'll never see him again. At least in person, and speaking of that, how did you not know he had a kid? You hadn't been following Aomine's NBA journey because you didn't want to look at anything that reminded you of him after you graduated high school.

You feel like you might've heard about a kid if you think about it, but for some reason, you just never put it together that he belonged to Aomine. But now that you've seen him, there's no mistaking that he's Aomine's kid. He's basically a photocopy of him, even down to the same color hair. You're sitting at a red light when you realize that you're now thinking about someone that you said you weren't going to think about.

But you know you won't be able to get over it until you analyze every new piece of information you found out today. Taj is seven? The question just makes you go back to those bad thoughts. He's definitely not your kid, and you don't know his birthday so you can't match it up to when you and Aomine broke up.

A car honking snaps you out of your thoughts, and you drive through the light, already thinking of ways to get your mind off of this. The rest of your drive home goes by in a blur once you fully immerse in the music you have playing in your car. You get to your apartment, sighing as you mentally prepare yourself to carry all of your groceries to your door.

Even though you're on the verge of sweating and desperately want to sit down, you put your frozen and refrigerated groceries up before you sit down on the couch. You sit in silence for a while as you wait for your heartbeat to settle down, letting your head fall back so that you can look at the ceiling.

You let your hand fall over your eyes, laughing a little as you think about everything that happened this morning. And then you shake your head when you realize that you don't look your best today, but then you cut yourself some slack because it's early in the morning on a weekday. There was no reason for you to go all out for a grocery trip.

But seeing Aomine of all people? Do you really want to take that trip down memory lane? Something that you've been trying to get over ever since it happened? You quickly decide that you don't want to; it's too early in the morning for you to get your mood ruined.

You get up once you're not close to sweating and your heart has calmed down. You start to put away the rest of your groceries, and you're grabbing the last of the stuff when a receipt floats to the floor. You frown because you swore the cashier gave it to you, and you put it in your back pocket. You put your chips away, closing the cabinet before picking up the receipt.

You see that there's only one item that's been bought, and you look further down to see a phone number. You scoff when you recognize the number, rolling your eyes when they read the message of wondering if you'd like to catch up. You ball up the paper before throwing it away. You're not going through that again, and there is no reason for you to be in contact with Aomine anymore.

It's been about a month since that run-in with Aomine, and you hate how you're constantly on edge whenever you go to the store. Whenever you get to the car when you're done, your shoulders hurt when you relax from how tense you've been. For the first two weeks, it was like you were waiting to just run into him again. Then after that, you sort of snapped yourself out of it. The chances of you seeing Aomine again were very slim, so after a while, you finally started to relax. You had absolutely no reason to be anxious.

The weather is starting to cool down a bit thank goodness, so you're allowed to do a bit more with the kids you're babysitting. You've been babysitting for a few years now, trying to find something to make ends meet when you're not working. You weren't always working seasonally, but it paid a little more and you got more freedom, so you took the opportunity.

You've grown your clientele over the years due to babysitting for friends, and then they would tell their friends, and so on. The kids you're babysitting now you've been watching since they were babies. Their mom is one of your best friends, and you always help her out when she and her husband's jobs have them staying somewhere out of the city.

You're at the park with them today since it's a lot cooler than it has been since September is right around the corner. You're sitting on one of the benches, reading a book that you've been meaning to finish while you keep an eye and ear on the kids. You look up when you finish the chapter to make sure you can still see them before you look down to start the next one.

"Hi, y/n!" You frown as you raise your head because the voice doesn't sound like your kids but it does sound familiar.

"Taj?" you question with an eyebrow raised. "What are you doing here?"

"My dad brought me," he answers, and you look up in time to see Aomine walking up to you. So much for your chances of seeing him again being slim to none.

"Funny seeing you here," he jests, and you give him a tight-lipped smile.

"Yeah," you mumble.

"Are your kids playing here, too?" Taj asks, and your smile is genuine as you shake your head.

"No, they're my friend's kids. I'm babysitting," you explain. "You wanna meet them? They're around your age." Taj doesn't really give you an answer, looking a little on the hesitant side, but you don't get a chance to continue because the kids come up to you.

"Do you have any snacks, Auntie?" Kayla asks, and you know her brother is going to ask the same thing.

"Yeah, but I want you to guys to meet someone first," you start. "This is Taj, and he's around you guys' age."

"I'm Tyson," your nephew says. "How old are you?"

"Seven," he answers quietly.

"So am I! I'm Kayla!" she shouts. "And I like your hair!" she compliments, and you laugh a bit. "You can play with us if you want."

"Okay," Taj whispers, nodding his head. You hand them some snacks after getting them some hand sanitizer. You offer some to Taj as well, and they snack a little before they go back to the playground. Aomine's still standing when they leave, and the air suddenly turns awkward like it did at the store.

"You mind?" he asks, gesturing toward the bench. You shake your head as you scooch over a bit, and Aomine sighs as he takes a seat next to you. "So, you're babysitting now?"

"Yeah, kinda," you say, nodding your head a little. "I work a seasonal job remotely, so I babysit for a little extra money."

"How long you been doing that for?"

"A while," you chuckle. "I started right before senior year of college, but the amount of kids that I babysit now has really grown since then." He nods after you're done, and you don't know what to ask him because you already know what he's been up to. But then that one thing that's been bugging you in the back of your mind comes up.

"You know," you begin, "Taj is seven."

"Right," Aomine responds slowly.

"And we...broke up a little over seven years ago." You look away at the kids playing, and you hear Aomine sigh.

"Yeah?" he voices, and you know he's probably wondering where you're going with this.

You take a deep breath before you get the courage to look at him, and you jump internally when you see that he's staring right at you. "Did you--" You don't even know if you can get it out. "Did you cheat on me?"

If someone saw the look on his face, they probably would've thought you insulted him to the highest degree. "Of course not. I would never." He sounds offended, a little hurt, and you hate to say that you're relieved he sounds that way. "I swear I didn't cheat on you, but it's complicated with Taj's mom."

You nod in lieu of speaking, still getting over how eased you feel knowing that he didn't cheat on you. It's been bothering you since you found out about Taj, and it would've just put more salt in the wound if he said yes.

"Are you seeing anyone?" he asks after the both of you are silent for a while.

"Nah," you huff, shaking your head. "Been kinda on the busy side lately." You're not looking at him as you answer, but you hear him hum, and you can see him stuff his hands in his jacket pockets. "Are you seeing anyone?" You don't really care, but you feel like you have to or you should ask.

"No." He answers the same way you do with a huff and a shake of his head. "Haven't seen anyone in years." You nod quietly, hiding your surprise as best as you can. That's honestly a shock to you, but he could just be referring to dating and not how many people he's slept with.

Silence falls between you again, and you relax against the back of the bench, feeling your shoulders hurting from how tense you are. How are you supposed to sit here and act like everything is fine when he broke your heart seven years ago? You want to say that you're over it, but fuck, did it hurt. You don't know if you can sit here and act like what happened between the two of you didn't happen.

"You, uh," he starts, picking at some loose lint on his pants, "you never texted."

"I don't have your number," you lie, kicking at the ground a little.

"You didn't see it on the receipt?"

"I don't think I did," you claim, slowly shaking your head. When you look at him, he has this look on his face, but you don't keep eye contact for too long for fear that he'll see right through you.

"Well, we should probably exchange numbers," he continues, "you know, for the kids."

You look at said kids. Is he seriously using them to get your number?

"Sure," you sigh, figuring that if you do give him your number, it doesn't mean that he'll be texting you all of the time. You take your phone out of your pocket, unlocking it before handing it to him. "You didn't text yourself?" you ask when he gives you back your phone.

He shakes his head. "No, I still have your number saved."

"After all this time?" you joke, but you're mostly laughing to hide your disbelief.

"Of course." You look forward instead of looking at him, turning your attention to the kids playing. You hate how a part of you finds it endearing that he still has your number saved. The other part of you however is confused as to why he still would. Towards the end of your relationship, he didn't make it known that he cared about you that much. You briefly wonder if he even had your name still saved by the time you called it off.

You internally shake your head. It doesn't matter anymore, that was all in the past. You can maintain a civil relationship with him even though you don't really want to. What you want to do is scream at him and ask him why he spent so much time chasing you back then just to break your heart in two. It took your friends to convince you that everything that went down back then wasn't your fault.

You felt like it was though because you didn't want to mess with him in the first place, but you did it anyway. You met in your last year of high school when he transferred, and you knew the basketball coach, so he asked you to show him around to make sure he doesn't get lost. He already had everybody's attention because he was the new kid, but you didn't want to give him any more attention. There was no reason to.

But the fact that you didn't really care about him seemed to only make him more interested in you. You had a couple of classes together, so he used that to mess with you every chance he had. Along with that, you were the manager for the girls' basketball team, which meant you were seeing him even more. Whenever there was an away game, you were stuck on the bus with both teams, and Aomine always found a seat near you.

The coaches were strict about boys and girls not sharing seats, but he didn't let that stop him. He was always looking for you whenever he was playing, and he'd always do it whenever he scored, knowing that you'd be looking. You always told him how much he annoyed you, but it never seemed like he cared. If you were on the bus after an away game, you would always sit in the back, trying to get some of your homework done.

Aomine would be sitting in the seat across from you, watching you until you finally said something. He would use these bus rides back to be a little bit bolder in his advances. A lot of people would go home with their parents after the games, but you and Aomine, most of the time, weren't in that category.

After one game, you finally gave in, letting him kiss you on the way home. You knew how attractive he was, and you'd be crazy not to be into him, but you held out for so long.

But you still wouldn't let your guard down. It took him weeks after that, and multiple sneaky kisses to convince you that he was really into you. Even after the season was over, he was promising to take you out, showing you how serious he was. You didn't tell anyone when you finally made your relationship official, but people basically already knew. Since it was your last year in high school, you both, of course, had the college talk.

Neither of you wanted the other to sacrifice their future for the other, so you ended up going to different schools, but they were close to each other. At first, it was great; you and Aomine were talking all of the time and seeing each other during your breaks. But then he started to get more distant. You knew that he was busy with practice since he was being scouted for the NBA, but he would go days without contacting you.

When you finally got around to seeing him in person, he wasn't the same Aomine that you knew. He was paying more attention to his friends, practically leaving you out of everything. You couldn't handle it anymore, and when you finally blew up, he looked at you with the most bored look on his face. It was then you realized that you wasted almost a year of your life with him.

When you walked out, he tried to call for you, but you ignored him. You went home, not even bothering with crying because you had done that on the way home. He tried to call you and text, but you ignored every single one until they stopped. You never saw him again and you didn't want to. You briefly heard his name filtering through sports news, but that was it. You finally healed and moved on from him, having a couple of partners since then, but it never really led toward anything.

The one thing you didn't like was that it felt like something was missing with them, but you could never figure it out. The last thing you expected to happen was to run into him and reunite him with his kid. Life sure has a way of throwing the most random things at you when you least expect it.

"So, you come here often?" Aomine's voice snaps you out of your daydream, and you look at him with an amused yet confused smile.

"To the park?" you question.

"Uh, yeah," he starts, taking one of his hands out of his pockets. "Like, with the kids I mean. How often are you here?" he finishes, waving his hand before he rubs at the back of his neck.

"It depends on where their parents are," you answer. "If their parents are out of town and the weather's nice, then they usually like to spend their time here." You watch him nod at your answer. "But they'll be home for a while, so I probably won't be here as much," you add. It's definitely not a lie, but you hope that by you telling him this, he'll tone it down a bit. You have no desire to try and build a whatever with him again. That ship has sailed.

You know what he's doing, and it's like it's high school all over again. He's got another thing coming if he thinks that you'll just let him back in again. It's gonna take a lot more than coincidental meet-ups.

"I saw you on TV one time," he starts after the silence becomes some awkward, you nearly can't stand it. "You're amazing at volleyball."

"Thanks," you say softly, curling your lips into your mouth to try and hide your smile. "My friend needed a sand partner in college, and I've been playing ever since."

"So, you have any tournaments coming up?" he asks, and you can't help but look at him, wondering what in the hell is going through his head.

"Not for a while. Once it gets warmer, they'll start back up, so that means I gotta start training now," you laugh softly, mentally preparing yourself for the tough workout you're going to have to start soon. "I usually workout anyway, but I'm gonna have to do a little more if I wanna be in good shape."

He nods, and you take his silence as the end of the conversation. You look back the kids playing, checking the time on your phone. They just got here, so there's no way you're going to be out of this situation any time soon. "You taking anymore clients?" The question makes you freeze for a split second as your heart drops a bit. He can't be asking you what you think he's asking.

"You need a babysitter?" you tease even though no part of you finds this funny.

"Well, Taj seems to really like you, and the season's about to start, so I won't have much time to watch him," he says.

Your mind is racing with thoughts as you think about whether or not to consider. The money would be nice, but seeing Aomine for who knows how long isn't something that you want to do. But Taj seems like a really sweet kid, so you hope in the end, it'll all be worth it, and Aomine will be out of your hair before you even realize it.

"When do you want me to start?"

His eyes cut towards you. "Seriously?" You just give him a look, and he clears his throat. "As soon as possible for you? I've got about a month left before everything is gonna get hectic, so--" He trails off and you nod.

"I can send you all the details and let you know when I'm available."

"Cool," he replies quietly. "Thanks."

"Sure." You internally release a heavy sigh. It feels like time has slowed down immensely. Thankfully, he doesn't try to make anymore conversation, and since you have nothing else to do, you start to get everything ready. You've had to start getting pretty thorough with the paperwork, so you go ahead and try to get a jump on it.

The kids play until they get tired, and you're more than ready to get out of here. The kids had fun playing, and you tell Taj that he can always hang out with them again, and you let Aomine know that you'll be sending him the information within the next week. You follow your niece and nephew to the car, silent as you think about how you ended in this situation. Past you would be screaming right now.

You decide to push it away, focusing all your energy on your plans for the rest of the day. You'll save the sulking for later.

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

"You think I would joke about something like this?" you sigh, putting your elbows on your knees before putting your face in your hands. When you dropped off the kids, your friend could tell something was wrong, and it didn't take her long for her to get it out of you.

You're currently on the couch, telling her the events that happened today. You didn't tell her about running into him at the store, figuring that seeing Aomine was just a one-time thing, but his presence at the park today told you that wasn't going to be the case.

"And now you're gonna be babysitting his kid?" she asks, and you rub your fingers over your eyes, a smiling forming on your face against your will. You feel like you have to laugh hearing it out loud. "He didn't cheat on you, did he?"

She was one of the people that was your support system after you broke up with Aomine. It broke you to the point where you almost didn't go to class. She was the reason why you were able to pick to be yourself back up again. To say you fully recovered wouldn't really be the truth, but it was enough to where you could go long periods of time without thinking about him.

You're quick to shake your head. "No, he said he didn't. He actually looked distraught that I even asked him that."

She sighs as she lays back against the couch, and you copy her, letting your body fully relax as your hands make their way over your eyes. "Well, this is not what was on my bingo card for you this year."

"You're telling me!" you exclaim softly. "God, what did I even do for this to happen?" you ask out loud to yourself. "His kid is cute though. Looks just like him," you continue. "And hopefully, when all of this starts, I'll be seeing Aomine for as little as possible."

"So, you're actually going through with it?" she questions.

"Why not?" you shrug. "I kinda don't have anything to lose, and I'm making money."

"Well, if you need to me to beat him, I'll be there in an instant." You both laugh, and she pulls you into a hug.

"Thank you," you whisper into her hair. You didn't realize how much you needed to talk to her. Ever since Aomine came back into your life, you've been so tense, only realizing it when you hugged her.

"Of course."

You're currently driving to Aomine's house, blasting the music from the speakers to try and drown out the unpleasant thoughts. You can't believe a month has already passed so fast, and babysitting is the last thing you're worried about. You can't help but admire the mansions you pass as you start to get closer to his house, and you already knew that he was obviously loaded, but it doesn't really hit you until you're pulling into the driveway.

Aomine's already opening the door when you walk up the driveway as you lock your car, and you give him a friendly, closed-lipped smile as he steps to the side to let you in. You look around as you hear him close the door, and you take a deep breath. You turn around to face him, and you hate how your heart still skips a beat when you look at him. You will the younger part of yourself to stay at bay and remain professional.

"So, welcome to my home," he says awkwardly, putting his hands in his pockets, and you can't help but chuckle, hoping that it'll diffuse the stifling tension. "Lemme show you around," he says quickly after, and you follow him as he takes you through the house. "Obviously, this is the living room and the kitchen," he points out with a soft wave of his hand. "Feel free to help yourself whenever you're here by the way," he adds before continuing the tour.

He takes you down a hallway, and he shows you the laundry room before opening another door. "I know you said you work remotely, so if you're here while you're working, you can use this space for an office," he offers.

"Thanks," you say quietly, taking a look around the room. He takes you down another hallway, and you don't fight the excitement you feel when you see how big the gym he has is.

"You can use whatever, I'm not gonna be using this as much once everything starts," he tells you. "I know you said you needed to start training, so have at it." You're relieved to say the least. You never really like going to the gym, and the one at your apartment pales in comparison with his.

He shows you the backyard, which looks exactly like you thought it would with a big patio, pool, and everything. He takes you upstairs next, gesturing to one of the closed doors, telling you it's his room. There are a couple more bedrooms and guest bathrooms, and he shows you an open space next which you assume he uses for entertaining along with a playroom for Taj, seeing some toys scattered about.

Once that's done, you stop when he stops at a door, knocking on it before softly pushing it open. "Guess who's here," he says, and Taj looks up from his drawings, and you smile when his face lights up. He's quick to get up and run over to you, and you hug him tightly when he gets to you.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, barely pulling away from you.

"I'm gonna be your babysitter since basketball season is about to start," you tell him.

"Really?" You laugh as you nod.

"I'm gonna talk to your dad some more, and then we can do whatever you want." He nods before he goes back to drawing, and you smile as you watch him before you and Aomine make your way out of the room.

"Thanks again for doing this," he says as you walk down the hallway and back into the open space. "I owe you a ton."

"Don't worry about it. It is my job after all." He doesn't say anything immediately after you speak, and you try to think of anything to quickly fill the silence. "Well, thanks for showing me around. I'm gonna go back with Taj," you say, hoping that your words don't sound forced.

"Alright," he responds lightly. "I'm gonna be in the house, so if you need anything just let me know." You give him a nod before you turn around, and you try your best not to walk away too fast, making your way back to Taj's room.

He looks up when you walk in, and you sit down next to him on the floor. "Whatcha drawing?" you ask softly.

"A dragon," he answers quietly.

"Are they your favorite?" He nods, and you don't bother to ask him any more questions, deciding just to sit there and watch. He's pretty good, being able to tell what he's drawing without even asking him; you only did so to try and make conversation. You look around his room, seeing that there isn't anything on the walls, and the only things in the room are the furniture and some toys here and there.

"Can you draw?" he asks you suddenly, and you look at him to see that he's done drawing.

"Not really," you answer honestly. "But I can try." You grab a piece of paper and some crayons. "You want me to draw anything?"

"Can you draw a castle?"

"That seems easy enough." He moves closer to you once you start to draw, his attention solely focused on your paper, and a smile appears on your face at his actions. Your castle looks pretty decent, and you add bricks for a little more detail. Taj wants you to add in some more landscape, so you do, and he finishes it off by drawing another dragon.

"This looks amazing!" you praise. "You wanna hang it up?" you ask, and he nods quickly in response. You both stand, leaving the room to try and find some tape. He follows you down the stairs, and you make your way to the office to see if there's any tape in there. You cheer softly when you find some, and you tear the pieces off.

"You wanna hang this up in your room?" He nods and both of you make your way back upstairs, and you put the tape on the drawing before you hand it to him. He stands in the middle of the room, spinning around slowly trying to figure out where he wants to put it.

You watch him move over to his bed, and he stands on top of it so he can put it on the wall over his bed. You pick up a crayon off the floor, and walk over to him as he smooths down the paper. "Let's write our names, hm?" You hand it to him so he can write his first, and you take it from him, writing yours along with today's date. "Looks good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," he says happily before he turns around to give you a hug.

"You wanna do something else or do you wanna keep drawing?" you ask.

"Drawing," he answers, getting off the bed, and you found yourself back on the floor next to him. You opt to watch him, only drawing something when he asks you, and soon enough, his once plain walls are covered in his drawings.

"You wanna ask anything about me?" you try once it seems like he's done enough drawing.

"Can I?"

"Sure! Ask me anything you want."

You smile when you see the wheels turning in his head as he thinks of what to ask, and you wait patiently for this question. "How old are you?"

You laugh softly, knowing that was coming. "I'm twenty-five."

"Is babysitting your job?"

"One of them, yes," you answer with a nod. "I work another job remotely but not for the whole year. I also play volleyball."

"Really? Is it fun?" he asks, clearly engaged in the conversation.

"Yeah, I have lots of fun! I love volleyball. You wanna see me play?" He nods quickly, you pull your phone out of your pocket before scrolling through your gallery to find a video from one of your tournaments. You find, turning your phone to the side and moving it towards him. He moves closer to you, and you point at the screen once the video starts. "That's me on the right."

He watches the whole thing, completely engaged. "Woah! You're so cool!"

"Why, thank you," you laugh, easily accepting the compliment. "You wanna try it out?" He nods quickly, and you both stand up again, this time on the way to your car. Aomine's in the living room watching TV, and he's looking at his phone when he hears you both coming down the stairs.

"How long have you been playing?" Taj asks you as you walk through the house.

"Since middle school." Aomine smiles as he watches you interact, completely ignoring him, but he doesn't mind it at all. He wonders in his head where you're going, and he watches the both of you disappear out the front door. Only a couple of minutes pass by before the both of you are coming back through the door, but this time Taj has a volleyball in his hands.

Aomine figures you both are going to play in the backyard, and he can't help but thin about how Taj interacts with you completely different than he interacts with him. He didn't even know he could talk that much, and this seems like the happiest he's ever seen him. It makes a sour taste form in Aomine's mouth, so he tries his best to brush it off and focus on the TV. Sadly, he isn't able to do it for long.

You've been babysitting Taj for about a month now, and you're glad that you haven't been seeing Aomine as much. The only time you do is when he comes back from practice or from games. You stay in the house until he comes home, and then you take your leave. You do it rather quickly so that he doesn't try to start up any conversations with you. Most of the nights you're lucky since he seems too tired to talk, but other nights, you have to try and dodge the small talk.

You don't really have anything you want to talk about with Aomine, and you know that it's just going to end up being awkward, so you'd rather just avoid it. Right now, you're sitting on the couch in the living room with the TV on, but you're mostly paying attention to your phone. Since it's Friday night, you let Taj stay up for a little bit longer since he doesn't have to get up early tomorrow.

Your body tenses for a split second when you hear the keys in the front door, but you quickly compose yourself before Aomine opens the door. He smiles tiredly when he sees you, and you give him a tight-lipped smile as you stand. You start to pack your stuff up, making sure you have everything when Aomine walks up to you.

"Hey, I just wanted to thank you for watching for Taj. I don't know how I can ever repay you." You chuckle a bit as you shake your head, shoving your hands in the back pockets of your jeans.

"Whaddya want, Aomine?" you sigh.

"What?"

"You always start with something like that when you're gonna ask me for something." He huffs a bit, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

"Okay, okay," he sighs. "I've got a tournament coming up, but it's out of the state. I'll be gone for about a week."

"So, you want to be go from babysitter to nanny?" you say, and you smile a bit when he starts to panic.

"You don't have to. I can try and find someone to watch him--"

"Aomine, chill. I'm just fucking with you," you laugh, and he relaxes as he smiles.

"Are you sure?"

You nod quickly. "Yes. I love watching Taj, and I can do my work remotely, so it all works out."

He sighs in relief. "Thank you so much. I owe you big time."

"Don't worry about it. I hope you guys do well."

"Thanks," he responds, and you can tell it's about to get awkward. "Is Taj already asleep?"

"I'm not sure. I let him stay up a little longer tonight since he doesn't have school tomorrow," you answer, and at that, you head towards his room with Aomine in tow. You softly knock on the door, stepping inside to see Taj asleep on the floor. You pout softly as you carefully walk over to him, and you try to pick him up without waking him.

He stirs as soon as you get him into your arms, and you stop moving, smiling when he looks at you. "Let's get you changed, okay?" you tell him quietly, and he nods sleepily, rubbing his eyes. He puts on his pajamas quickly before crawling into bed, and you tuck him before sitting next to him.

"Thanks for letting me stay up," he whispers.

"Of course, Taj."

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I am," you say with a nod. "Sleep tight, okay? I'll see you soon." He nods, sitting up to give you a hug. You pull the blanket back up when he lays down, giving him a kiss on the forehead before you stand up and walk towards the door.

"Goodnight, Taj," Aomine says from the doorway, but he's already fallen back asleep. You turn the light off, slowly closing the door before you walk back downstairs. You grab your stuff, heading out of the door, and as per usual, Aomine walks you to your car.

"I'll, uh, see you later?"

"Yeah," you mumble. "Goodnight, Aomine," you say as you get into your car.

"Goodnight," he responds softly, standing in the driveway until you drive away and he can't see you anymore.

Aomine's tournament is in a couple of days, but he actually has to leave during the weekend since the games start on that Monday. Aomine gave you a key to his house once you started watching Taj, so you let yourself in, seeing Taj sitting on the couch. He smiles in surprise, jumping and running over to give you a hug before you can barely close the door.

"What are you doing here?" he asks excitedly.

"Your dad's got a tournament out of the state, so I'm gonna stay here with you. That sound good?"

"Yeah!" he exclaims as he quickly nods his head. "That means we can play volleyball!"

You laugh. "Yes, it does!" Aomine comes down the stairs with a duffel bag on his shoulder and a suitcase which he rolls it up by the door.

"Thank you again for doing this. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome, Aomine."

Aomine takes his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "Okay, I gotta catch my flight. I'll see you later. See ya, Taj," he finishes, giving him a fist bump before he heads out of the door, locking it behind him.

"So, what do you wanna do first?" you say, turning to Taj. "Have you already eaten?"

"Yeah, I had cereal not too long ago," he answers. He says he wants to watch TV for now since cartoons are still playing, and you sit with him on the couch while you start to do some work. It's not much, but you want to get out of the way so that it's not over your head for the rest of the week.

Taj asks you about what you're doing soon after you start, and you spend most of your time explaining what you're doing as you do your work. The cartoons are soon forgotten as he keeps his focus on what you're doing. He helps you out on some of the work when he asks, and you're relieved when you're finally done, seeing that it didn't even take nearly as long as you thought it would.

You shut down your laptop, putting all of your work back in your bag, and you ask Taj if there's anything that he wants to do. He wants to play volleyball, so you go grab it out of the car before you walk with him out into the backyard. You always expect to be outside for a long time with kids, but it seems like Taj never wants to stop.

You were passing with him for a while until you got a bit tired, so you decided to sit down. He wanted to learn even more, so you spend the rest of the time teaching him the basics and the techniques of everything. You stay sitting down, tossing him the ball as you encourage him whenever he messes up.

You check your phone to see that it's already lunch time, and that's enough to convince Taj to quit for a while so you both can eat. You look in the fridge to see that there isn't a lot of food for you to cook, so you ask Taj if there's anything specific that he wants.

"Can we have pasta?" he asks as you close the fridge.

"Do you want any sauce?"

"The red kind, what's it called?"

"Marinara," you laugh as you answer. "We'll have to go to store for that if you're up for it?" He nods, running to his room to get his shoes. Aomine left his car seat, so you grab it, hooking it up in the car. Taj is quiet on the way to the store, and you periodically look at him in your rearview mirror, seeing that he's looking out the window.

He holds your hand when you get out of the car, and you let him push the basket around, keeping your hand on it so that he doesn't hit anything. Since you're going to be at the house for the week, you buy enough food to last the both of you. You let Taj pick out any snacks that he wants and any food that he wants to eat this week. When you head to the check out, he's happy to pack everything in the reusable bags that you brought, and you help him pack them while the person scans the items.

After you pay, you have to help Taj push the basket since it's heavier with all of the stuff you bought. You hand him the lighter things as you transfer all of the groceries to the car, and you let him put the cart back into the corral. You make the drive back to the house, and Taj helps you bring the groceries in before helping you put them all away.

He wants to help you make lunch, so you grab his step stool from the bathroom, setting in the kitchen. You let him put the pasta in the water once it boils, watching carefully to make sure he doesn't burn himself. There isn't much too do with pasta, but he seems excited nonetheless to be making it. You drain the pasta once it's done, and he makes his own plate, taking it to the table.

You pour him some juice before you take that and the sauce over to him. You make sure he doesn't pour too much sauce over his pasta before he hands it to you, and he talks your ear off as you both eat. You smile as you listen to him, only prompting him with questions whenever it seems like he's done talking about something.

When you're done eating, you decide to wash the dishes now so that they don't stack up, and Taj helps you with that as well. You try to tell him that he could go play or do something else, but he says that he wants to stay and help you. You find your way back to the couch after you're done with the dishes, and you can tell that he's getting a bit tired. He moves onto your lap as you turn on some volleyball, and he's asking you questions about it until you don't hear him say anything.

You look down to see that he's sleep, and you smile softly as you turn your attention back to the TV, making sure that he's comfortable. You feel your eyelids getting heavy, and you relax further against the couch, watching the TV until you finally fall asleep.

You've never had a week go by so fast. Aomine is supposed to be back in a couple of days, and you start to realize that you'll miss spending your days with Taj. Usually, you just pick him up from school and watch him for the night while Aomine is at practice. Or if he's training in the mornings, you take him to school, and watch him until Aomine gets back. You honestly don't know how Taj'll react when Aomine gets back, but you don't worry about that right now.

A bed is calling your name, and after putting Taj in bed, staying with him until he finally went to sleep, you went to the bathroom to hop in the shower, doing your night routine before getting in the bed. Once you get comfortable, it doesn't take you long to fall asleep, rolling over one last time before you finally do.

You suddenly hear something, and you think you're dreaming until you feel something shaking you. You gasp softly as your eyes open, seeing Taj standing in front of you. You sigh heavily as you sit up, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you look at the clock, seeing that you've been sleep for a few hours.

"Taj? What's wrong?" you whisper, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, and you can see that it looks like he's been crying, the only light in the room the moonlight coming in from the window. "What happened?"

"I had a bad dream," he mumbles. "Can I stay with you?" You nod silently, moving over and pulling the blankets back so that he can slide into the bed next to you. You lay back down, and he immediately attaches himself to you and you rub over his head. You don't ask about it since it doesn't seem like he wants to talk about it, and you can hear him sniffle every now and then.

Aomine periodically checked in on you, making sure everything was going okay and once again thanking you for watching Taj on such short notice. Since they didn't do so well at the tournament, they were able to come back a little earlier than expected, but they had to take a late flight because of that, and he never got around to telling you that he was on his way back home.

When he walks into the house, as he expected, it's quiet. He sighs heavily as he takes his shoes off, slowly making his way up the stairs as he sets his bags in his room. He walks down the hallway to check on Taj, and he frowns when he sees that his door is open. He opens it a little more to see that it's empty, and he looks around, wondering where he could be. He's walking down the hallway again when he hears voices, and he stops in front of one of the guest rooms, seeing you and Taj laying down.

He's about to step inside to announce that he's home, but when his ears tune into the conversation, he doesn't move.

"You and my dad used to date?" Taj asks and you nod. "Why aren't you together now?" he follows.

"Because I liked your dad more than he liked me," you tell him honestly, but you leave it at that.

Aomine chews at his lip as your answer wafts through his ears. He knows you didn't say what you wanted to say.

Taj looks down at his hands as he messes with his fingers. "Sometimes I feel like my dad thinks about basketball more than me." And it takes everything in Aomine for him not to reveal himself right then and there.

"Taj," you start, "what makes you say that?"

He shrugs. "Well, I didn't spend much time with him growing up, and then suddenly I was. But it didn't feel like he really liked me being here."

"Taj, I can tell you right now that that is not true," you quickly reassure. "Your dad loves you," you state. "He just has a really weird way of showing it."

He shifts his eyes to you. "How do you know?"

"Well, I know that he hasn't been staying at practice late as much as he usually does," you answer. "I think he's doing that so he can spend more time with you." It doesn't look like it convinces Taj, and Aomine didn't think he could ever feel so shitty. "Taj, I think you should talk to your dad about how you feel," you offer when he doesn't respond. "You might not think he'll listen, but I'm confident that he will."

"Do you think it'll change anything?"

"You won't know if you don't try, but I think it will," you insist. "Is there anything you really want to ask him?"

Taj thinks about it for a bit. "If he's gonna at least be home for my birthday," he says. "I know that he can't help it if he has to play, but sometimes he doesn't even come home."

God, you wish there was something you could say to make Taj even the least bit happy. You pull him into a hug, and after a while, he wraps his arms around you. "I can be there with you to talk to him if that'll help. I'll even make sure he's there and doesn't bail out."

"Okay," he whispers into your shirt.

Aomine never says anything, slowly and quietly stepping away from the door as he makes his way to the bar in the open space down the hall.

Taj has fallen asleep again, and you slowly peel away from him, careful not to wake him, before you tiptoe out of the room with the intention of using the bathroom. You walk out into the hallway, the conversation you just had playing through your head. You see a light on down the hall when you walk out, and you frown as you carefully walk towards it. You peek around the corner to see Aomine sitting at the bar. His back is towards you, but it doesn't look like he's drinking anything, but his head is in his hands.

You sigh in relief since it's not a stranger, and you walk over to him. "When did you get back?" you ask, but he doesn't respond. "Aomine?" you whisper, stepping closer to him.

"Are you okay?" you try when he stays silent.

He turns to you suddenly which makes you jump back a bit, and the look in his eyes is something you've never seen. Not in Aomine's eyes. "You're not gonna tell me anything, are you?" he whispers, his voice cracking a little, and you can finally notice that his eyes are red. You could only tell when you got closer because the only light is coming from the lights under the bar.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, worry starting to bury itself in your chest.

"I heard your conversation with Taj earlier." Your chest rises with a silent gasp before you audibly let the breath out, your eyes falling shut in a long blink.

"Aomine--"

"I'm a piece of shit, aren't I?" You don't say anything and he scoffs bitterly, a weak laugh coming from him after. "I shouldn't be a fucking father. I shouldn't have the responsibility of a child." You're silent, truly at a loss for words. "Hell, the only reason why you're here now is because I fucking lost him in the damn store!" he laughs, looking back down at the bar, and you play with your fingers as your nerves start to react to your uneasiness. "And you can't even deny it."

"Aomine, it's not like everyone knows how to be a parent right out of the gate--"

"Don't make excuses for me," he interjects, his voice rising. "I had more than enough time to get my shit together, but even though Taj has been here for years, I just didn't wanna believe it. He doesn't deserve that." He looks at you again. "What have I done to him?" he asks you, the question quiet in the air.

"What do you mean?"

"He has to have habits or something because of my shitty parenting," he answers. "If you could even call it that." You don't want to respond because you know your answer will just make him spiral even more. But Aomine can tell by the look on your face that you have answers ready on your tongue. "Tell me," he quietly demands.

"Listen--"

"Don't try to go soft on me. Tell me." You sigh, running your hand down your face before you take a couple of steps closer to him.

"Look, I'm not a professional, but from what I've seen from other experiences in the past," you start, "he, uh, seems very independent for his age. He seems to be way more willing to do things like helping wash the dishes, getting the groceries, stuff like that...instead of going to play or something," you say. "I'm not saying that's unusual, but it seems like he'd rather do anything with me than anything by himself."

"What else?" he presses quickly, his eyes back on the wood, tapping his finger against it.

"When it comes to physical touch, he seems okay with hugging. But if it goes on longer than that, then he shies away from it." You look down at the floor, taking another heavy sigh before you continue. "Which could be because he's always been rejected by someone whom he wanted to be held by." You glance at Aomine without lifting your head, and he pulls his lips down as he nods.

"Keep going."

"This--"

"I need to hear it."

You can feel your heart start to sink, but you continue anyway. "Ever since I've been coming here, he's broken out of his shell." You start on a positive note, but Aomine knows it's about to take a horrible turn. "But if I stopped coming or if he has no promise that I'm coming back, it will definitely affect him...a ton."

Daiki laughs softly, rubbing his eyes as he continues. "I'm surprised he hasn't run away yet." You make the mistake of showing a reaction to his words, and he prying you to elaborate.

"The day at the store, he could've been trying to," you admit. "It's just a hunch, but that was the only time since I've met Taj that I've seen him on the verge of tears. I'm guessing he was standing in an aisle for who knows how long to see if you would notice." You don't know why you're still talking. "And when you didn't, he found me."

He huffs. "But he knows that he's a kid and that he probably won't get very far. He's also very aware of the dangers if he does run away."

"Poor kid," he muses. "He's got two parents that don't give a fuck about him."

"Aomine, that's not true--"

"He'd probably be better off with a different family," he counters suddenly, and you can feel your uneasiness morphing into irritating anger the more he cuts you off.

"Putting him in the system would only be worse for him," you state.

"Would it?" he questions with a heavy shrug, holding your gaze.

"Yes, he--"

"It would probably be better if I was somewhere far away from him--"

You're fuming. You step into his space before grabbing his face in your hand, turning his head to yours hard. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up." His eyebrows raise just a bit. "What do you want me to say, Aomine?! Yeah, you are a piece of shit father, you already know that!" you yell, making sure to keep your voice down since Taj is sleeping. "You're making fucking excuses! You need to grow the fuck up! Taj needs you now more than anything, and you're trying to send him off! Instead of being sorry, you need to be a damn father!"

Your voice still echoes in the quiet room even though it's just above a whisper. "You can fucking change, Aomine, but you're refusing to!" you scream. "You're right! Taj does deserve better than this! And stop putting yourself down so fucking much! That thinking is only going to transfer over in your parenting." Your fingers are starting to hurt from how hard your grip is on his face, but you're pissed. "You give a fuck about him, Aomine. My being here is proof of that. But you need to give a fuck about making the changes to being a better parent."

You let go of his face, but he doesn't move. "You need to get it together," you breathe. "Because this?" you say, pointing at him and moving your finger up and down. "Is pathetic." You turn around, not even giving him a second glance as you start toward the exit of the room. "When you find the Aomine I know, come find me."

You storm out of the room, and Aomine listens to your footsteps get quieter and quieter until he hears a door open and close. Your words are ringing loudly in his ears, and he softly runs his fingers over his face where yours were. His mind isn't even running, the only thing on replay are those words. He loses track of how much time he spent sitting on that bar stool, and he doesn't even get a full night's sleep.

The conversation keeps him up almost all night.

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