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kaiijo · 1 year ago

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FRIENDS TO LOVERS — [KNB]

characters: aomine daiki, midorima shintarou, hanamiya makoto content: gn! reader, reader has implied tieable hair in midorima’s, toxicity (it’s hanamiya, no one is surprised) notes: scenarios inspired by prompt list here

aomine daiki ✶

aomine yawns again as he reclines against your pillows, sitting up only to peer at you. you’re working on homework that’s due in a couple of days, headphones covering your ears. you promised that you’ll order in food and play super smash bros with him when you finished, but it’s nearing eight and you’re still hunched over a problem set.

aomine groans loudly, “are you even close to being done?”

you move one headphone cup off. “i would be closer if you didn’t interrupt me every ten minutes.”

“i didn’t ask to hang out just to sit around.”

you roll your eyes. “you can go if you want, daiki.”

he sits up fully now, moving to the edge of your bed. “why’re you even doing this? s’not due ‘til friday.”

“some of us want to be good students.” you slide your headphones back on and turn back to scribbling out complicated equations on paper.

a couple of minutes pass again and instead of asking you anything, aomine stands up and shuffles behind you, reaching around and snatching the paper from underneath you. “hey!” you protest, shooting up from your seat and tearing off your headphones. “give it back, daiki.”

“no, you said you’d be done, like, two hours ago.”

“i swear i’m almost done!” you make a lunge for it and aomine just holds it above his head, his long arm adding to his already-massive height.

“no.” he smirks at the way your eyes furrow and your cheeks puff out. your head tilts to the left, and he knows that you’re thinking. he’s sure you’re going to try and jump of it again, so as a show, he stretches up further, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly. he swears he catches your eyes flickering down and something in his body sings a song of triumph and satisfaction at the motion. he can’t say why.

what you do next though is nothing that he expects. you stand on your toes, rest your hands delicately on his shoulders, and gaze up at him through your lashes. he startles; there’s something so… heated about your expression, about those half-lidded eyes.

“daiki,” you say softly. it’s almost hypnotic, the way you say his name, and he’s watching you with one raised eyebrow. the tips of his ears feel like they’re on fire.

he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing as his arm lowers, heading for the dip of your waist. he only snaps out of it at your victorious cry. “ha!” you take advantage of his still half-dazed state and push him firmly out of your bedroom door, closing it. the lock clicks into place and he hears you call on the other side, “one more problem, daiki, i promise. be a dear and set up smash in the living room?”

he walks down your hall automatically, the fire-like feeling spreading to his neck.

midorima shintarou ✶

takao holds up a porcelain statue of a cat. “what about this?’

“takao, what about that screams ‘midorima shintarou?’”

takao shrugs. “i don’t know, maybe it’ll be december 25th’s lucky item. does oha asa put out horoscopes ahead of time?”

“no, that’s why he listens every morning when it airs,” you reply, setting down a teapot from a bigger set. you thank the tired-looking cashier, who just waves drowsily as you two exit the shop.

the two of you have been shopping all day for midorima’s christmas present, wandering all over japan and into various tchotchke stores to look. he’s a notoriously hard person to please, especially with gifts, and neither of you want a repeat of the ‘grey’s anatomy incident’ where four people got midorima the same book last holiday season when he announced his intention to go to medical school. nor do any of you want to get that look from him that struggles to look somewhat grateful while being very, very obviously displeased.

“we’ve been walking all day!” takao whines, clutching his stomach as it lets out an ungodly rumble. you check your watch; you two have been out for at least four hours. you point at a small diner boasting american food. “would you be okay with that?”

“i’d eat you right now if you’d let me.”

you snort, “hard pass. come on.”

the hostess sits you two at a booth and you shrug off your heavy winter coats. you pick up a menu and glance over it, but when you go to ask takao what he’ll be getting and if he wants to split a large order of assorted fries with you, you see he’s not looking at the menu.

you definitely do not like the way takao is eying you right now. “what?” you ask defensively, hands flying to the top of your head to try and pet down at hair you presume has been ruined by your excursion. “do i look bad or something?”

“is that shin-chan’s sweater?”

fuck. you had forgotten about pulling on one of the sweaters midorima left at your house the last time you studied together. it’s insanely soft — a mix of gray wool and cashmere — not to mention extremely cozy and warm. you tried to return it to midorima before but he just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and huffed, “wear it until you get proper sweaters. no, sweatshirts don’t count.”

you internally groan. you don’t need takao on your ass again about whether or not you’re sure you and midorima aren’t dating or if you like him like that. honestly, the only reason you haven’t given him a certain yes or no is because… you don’t really know yourself.

you don’t have proper time to answer before the bell to the restaurant chimes and you see very recognizable green hair. of all the time and places he has to show up. (well, he did text you this morning that your zodiac sign was the least lucky and to wear a blue watch in order to improve your fortune; you should’ve found the watch.)

“oh! shin-chan!” takao waves him over, giving you a sly look. “we were just talking about—” takao’s stupid hawk-eyes zero in on midorima’s wrist as he tugs off his gloves. he looks way too please with himself as he asks, “shin-chan, is that their hair tie?”

hanamiya makoto ✶

hanamiya steps out of the locker room shower, cracking his knuckles as he makes his way to his locker to dry off and change. he rolls his shoulders, toweling off his hair as he changes back into his school uniform. yamazaki and hara are prattling away, snickering under their breaths about the injuries they inflicted: sprained ankle, a hairline fracture, a minor concussion.

hanamiya doesn’t even turn around as he growls, “can you two shut up?”

to just bug him more, hara pops his gum. loudly. “who pissed in your cereal, captain?”

furihara drones, “you were sloppier today. almost got fouled by the ref.”

hanamiya doesn’t reply, yanking the knot of his tie down furiously. “fuck off.”

hara lets out a low whistle and seto asks, “does this have to do with your little friend? they got a boyfriend, right?”

hanamiya lets out a long breath through his nose and he spins around to face his teammate. “for now,” he says, slamming his locker shut.

“you got a plan, captain?” asks yamazaki as he digs through his duffel bag.

“when do i not?”

———

you greet hanamiya’s mother with a thin smile when she opens the door. her face lights up when she sees you and she pulls you into a warm hug, telling you that hanamiya’s in his bedroom and that you could go right up.

you wonder if she can see the glossy film to your eyes or if she was polite enough not to comment on it.

hanamiya’s sitting at his desk, head propped up on his knuckle. he languidly flips through pages but you know he’s not really reading the material. he’ll get away with it too and get an a anyways, the bastard. he glances at you. “you look like shit.”

usually, you could banter with him. it’s why your friendship works; you have a thicker skin than most and you give just as good as you take, especially when it comes to hanamiya’s sneering, half-joking insults. normally, you would have replied with something like “still better than you,” but instead, your frayed nerves snap and you feels the hot tears start rolling down your cheeks.

hanamiya’s simpering expression sobers up and he sighs heavily, ushering you to sit on the bed. “why’re you crying?”

you sniffle and tell him that the guy you’ve been seeing from your literature class broke up with you. just out of the blue told you that you two wanted different things and you were going to colleges in different areas and that wouldn’t work and he was sorry and… that’s all you gleaned because his words were so rushed as he scurried off as fast as he could.

hanamiya’s brow furrows sympathetically and he draws you into a hug, saying, “i told you i didn’t like that guy. fuck him.”

you sink into his arms. “yeah,” you mutter, “fuck him.”

as you relax against him, hanamiya can’t help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. someone who runs off after a little confrontation doesn’t deserve anything from you.

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sunshineszn · 11 months ago

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The ex that keeps calling your new boyfriend a bum and is excitedly waiting for him to mess up. So when he spots your new man that you seem to love oh so much, cosied up with some random woman at a bar he frequents, he can't help but sneak a picture or two and "accidentally" sends the images to you followed by a message about how that never was and could never be him...but hey he's just sayin'

Aomine, Eren, Connie, Grimmjow, Gojo (let's just pretend he drinks okay), Geto, Ace, Toji, Worick, Sanemi, Obanai, Benimaru, Baji (most tokyo rev characters tbh lol) Tsukishima, Kuroo etc.

Doflamingo too if he's feeling petty.

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aomine-ryo · 2 years ago

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

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

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

- all characters are aged up

“Kise, you’re so rude.”

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

“Huh? Rude?” Kise furrowed his brows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah I guess—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” Was all you could muster out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

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

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

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

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

“No thanks,” Kise answered immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

meet me out front in 5?

A text from Aomine.

y/n: I can’t rn. At Kise’s x

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

y/n: that desperate? 😭

aomine: only for you princess <3

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

y/n: so cringe

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

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

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

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

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

“Aomine? What is Aominecchi doing texting you?”

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

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

“It’s not that serious—“

“THAT’S HIS CAR!” Kise cut you off.

“Kise, you need to calm down—“

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

“No we aren’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!”

“No!” You and Kise answered simultaneously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wouldn’t recommend you test that.”

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kisessei · 5 months ago

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Unnoticeable gestures

Akashi Seijuro x Reader

One of the silent moments when you realize just how dearly he holds you to his heart is when, after a very long day of your school and his practice, you two sit together in a park. He is too exhausted to speak from all the work he is doing daily. His body hurts, he is tired, and he desperately wants to sleep. But he is sitting in a park next to you because he couldn't fall asleep knowing he would have to cancel on you again.

You were too understanding of him, and sometimes he thought he wasn't deserving of it. You always reassured him, but deep down inside, he was terrified of you not being so understanding towards him one day. He had deeply convinced himself that he didn't need anyone in his life, but seeing your smile and happy face was far more satisfying than any victory he experienced.

He was relaxed, listening to the sounds around you, he could feel his eyelids getting heavier and heavier and at one point he was unable to fight back, his head slowly falling into your shoulder, his red hair gently touching your cheek.

The action caught you off guard as you clearly didn't expect the weight that fell into your shoulder, but you relaxed as well, letting him rest against you, his soft breath warming your neck.

You wished you could take his tiredness away, take his worries away, leave him relaxed and at peace, but the most you could do for him was to be there for him. Because sometimes, very rarely, instead of leaning against a cold wall alone, he would lean against you.

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active-mind-15 · 1 year ago

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I had a silly little KNB idea based on the "of course" trend going around on Tik Tok

Kuroko: we're the Teiko basketball team. Of course we shoot laser beams out of our hands when we're playing basketball. You thought that was special effects?

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Kise: we're the Teiko basketball team. Of course everyone has a gimmick like we're members of an early 2000s boy band. I'm the good-looking one, by the way.

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Midorima: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course everyone has insufferable personalities that make us incapable of befriending anyone who's not part of the club.

Aomine in the distance: speak for yourself, loser!

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Aomine: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we have inhuman strength and abilities that surpass NBA players despite all of us being between the ages of 13 and 16.

~~~

Momoi: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we have data on every basketball player in the district down to their blood type and social security number. Doesn't everybody?

~~~

Murasakibara: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we... what was my line?

Kise, out of frame: Not again!

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Akashi: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we have cheesy nicknames for every one of our abilities. We're middle schoolers, what did you expect?

~~~

Haizaki: this trend is stupid, I'm not doing it.

Nijimura, appearing behind Haizaki and gripping his shoulder: wanna repeat what you just said???

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Nijimura, holding a beat-up and barely conscious Haizaki: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course as a senior I have to play the role of a single parent and make sure these brats behave.

Akashi, out of frame: Nijimura-san, I think Haizaki stopped breathing.

Nijimura, unfazed: he'll be alright.

#i typed all of this out to procrastinate going to bed #but now that i'm done i actually have to sleep now #i just thought this would be funny #also if their club had an official tik tok for some reason this is what i would imagine they'd post on there #maybe one day i might draw this out too #kuroko no basket #kuroko tetsuya #kise ryouta #midorima shintarou #aomine daiki #momoi satsuki #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijuro #haizaki shougo #nijimura shuuzou #rainbow fam #incorrect knb

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woncheolisms · 2 years ago

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: ̗̀➛ tiny.

murasakibara has a size kink

pairing: Murasakibara Atsushi x reader

word count: 1,489

✎ smut, nsfw, explicit content

You didn’t notice it at first. You thought him cupping your hands between his was just a cute gesture. Or when he pulled you into bed and curled his massive frame around you until you were folded into a ball was just him being lazy and wanting to cuddle. You actually wouldn’t have caught it at all if that one fateful afternoon hadn’t happened.

It was a lazy Sunday, Atsushi’s favorite time of the week. Sundays meant no basketball practice and no school, which meant you had no reason to leave his bed unless it was to make food or pee. Currently you were laying between his legs, back against his chest with his chin resting on top of your head. He had propped a family sized pack of chips between your legs, reaching in and grabbing a piece every twenty seconds as his droopy eyes flitted over the laptop before you two. One of his hands was running lazy strokes over your bare thigh. It was quiet except for the sounds of the characters on the screen.

Every ten minutes or so, Atsushi would abandon the snacks in favor of wrapping both his arms around your middle and squeezing, nuzzling his face into the junction between your head and shoulder, inhaling deeply. He would bend forward until you curled under him, giggling at his affections.

“You’re so tiny, Y/N-cchin.” He cooed. “So cute.”

You opened your mouth to reply but all that came out was a gasp, feeling something long and hard press into the small of your back. You stiffened as the mood in the room shifted.

“Atsushi.” Your voice was breathy and quiet, feeling his lips meet the skin of your neck. Goosebumps rippled over your arms and your eyelids began to flutter shut when his hand on your thigh started inching up, fingers dipping below the seam of your shorts to tease the sensitive skin. Your intake of breath was sharp, and you felt Atsushi lean forward even more, effectively folding your body on itself. His arms wrapped around you tight, lips busy sucking a dark mark on your neck.

“Look how small you are,” he drawled, “I can cover you with my body completely. You won’t-” a pause while he squeezed your body. “You won’t be able to get away from me.”

You yelped as your body was suddenly lifted into the air and flipped, Atsushi now on top of you as your back hit the mattress. His shorts did nothing to disguise his hard on, pressing between your spread legs as he lapped at your neck like you were his latest snack.

You reeled at his words, feeling your body heat up at the implication. Oh.

“Atsushi,” your body buzzed in excitement as you thought out your next words. “You’re so much bigger than me. You could crush me completely.”

His moan was broken and it made you fill up with glee. Oh, the thought of this was destroying him. And you weren't fairing much better either. You could feel yourself dripping at the thought of your huge boyfriend holding you down until you couldn’t move. Until all you could do was lay there and take what he gave you.

He seemed to be on the same page as his hand played with the waistband of your shorts, teeth nibbling at your earlobe. “You want it, Y/N-cchin?” His voice had dropped a few octaves. “I’ll give it to you if you promise to take it all.”

You nodded into his hair, pulling your limbs further into yourself. You watched his eyes darken at the action, at the thought of you making yourself smaller for him. Your mind was getting hazy, playing into this newly discovered fantasy you didn’t know he had.

“I’ll try to take it.” You whispered. “But I don’t think I can.”

Of course you can. You had done it before. But you loved the way his lips twitched at the pretend apprehension in your voice. His expression turned devious as he stared down at your pliant body.

“We will just have to see, won’t we?”

Clothes came flying off after that, feverish kisses exchanged between you two as you felt Atsushi resist all of your actions. He slapped your hands away and pushed your body down over and over, making sure you knew how helpless you were compared to his overwhelming strength. You moaned and whined into his mouth, letting his tongue ravage every crevice. You loved it when he got like this. When he abandoned the slow, lazy sex and gave you more. And if you were anticipating correctly, today he was out to wreck you.

His heavy cock dragged over your slit, rock hard and throbbing. He hooked his hands under the backs of your knees and pushed your legs up until you were folded in half, making you sigh and squirm just a little. You bit your lip in exaggeration.

“Atsushi-kun, I can’t move at all.” You purred, watching him take in a shuddering breath as his hungry eyes ran over your pinned body. He gave you a grin.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t have to. You’re gonna take it like a champ, just like this.”

The head of his cock poked at your entrance and your eyes widened. Okay, this was new. Atsushi always prepped you. Always. Because it was true that he had a huge cock, and you couldn’t possibly take him without opening up on his fingers first. He registered the genuine apprehension on your face and you could feel his cock twitch at the sight. His eyes gleamed.

“Take it like a good girl, Y/N-cchin. No complaints~” And then he sank into you.

You gasped and your back arched, body struggling to accommodate his girth. Pain shot up from your core and through your torso as Atsushi pushed deeper and deeper, not pausing for one second until his balls slapped into your vulva, and you cried out when the head hit your cervix. He was moaning loud and unhindered, hands gripping your legs so hard you were sure he would leave bruises. Tears ran down the sides of your face and into your ears, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to relax your core, panting heavily.

“Aw, baby,” Atsushi bent forward when he saw your state, licking at the tears running down your temples, humming low. His cock twitched inside you, making you yelp. He was enjoying this too much, and that made you squirm in excitement. His enthusiasm was turning you on.

“You’re so big, Atsushi-kun.” You gasped out, clenching around him until he groaned. “You’re stretching me out. You’re going to tear me into two.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the pounding that came next.

He was fast and rough, slamming his hips hard into you with every thrust. You screamed and cried, more tears leaving your eyes. He leaned over you, your legs hooked over his shoulders and forehead pressed to yours, watching every little detail of your face closely as his cock tore through your pussy.

“Taking it so well, Y/N-cchin.” He muttered, his breath hitting your face. He licked at your lips. “Your tiny little pussy really wants me that bad? No matter how much it hurts, you’ll still let me crush you?”

You did nothing but babble out scrambled words in response, gripping tight at his biceps until your nails were digging into his skin. That seemed to spur him on even more. His hand reached between your legs, pinching your clit until you shrieked, rubbing it in hard, tight circles that had you arching your back off the bed and cumming all over his cock, eyes rolling up and legs seizing tightly. Atsushi groaned and kept going, prolonging your orgasm by not letting up his ministrations on your clit until you were sobbing and begging him to stop. You struggled against his grip, trying to push his hand away from your pussy but failing. He drove into you harder at the sight of you struggling against him.

“One more,” he moaned. “Come with me. Gimme one more-”

He pushed you into another orgasm fairly quickly after that, heavy balls slapping on your ass until he stilled deep inside you, cumming with a loud groan that washed over you like warm water. Both of you heaved long breaths, trying to blink through the roaring in your ears.

You whined when he finally pulled out of you and lowered your legs. They were trembling and twitching with fatigue, making Atsushi snicker and kiss the inside of your thighs. He bit and licked at your salty, sweat-covered skin.

“Well,” you sighed. “That was new.”

He hummed and fell down on top of you, making you groan in protest. He shoved his face into your neck when your fingers reached up and carded through his damp hair. Already, you could feel sleep encroaching on your mind.

“Next time, I’m taking you against the wall.”

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months ago

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knb murasakibura 44

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; studies!au; living together; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, size kink, cunnilingus, overstimulation, doll names

includes: female reader ft. atsushi murasakibara {knb}

author’s note: murasakibara? i am in

44. “Do you have anything else to say, fuckdoll?”

Renting an apartment with Atsushi was one of the best decisions you’ve made in your entire life; cooking together, taking care of each other, beautifying the house, buying a new, fragrant Christmas tree every year and going for daily walks were something that put a sincere smile on your face and relaxed your whole body and mind. Having your boyfriend by your side made you feel much better mentally, and you could always count on his support during a hard day at college or a busy weekend at your parents’ restaurant. Many conversations and understanding each other helped you make mature and mutual decisions.

Thanks to living together, you could also be much closer to each other than ever before; it wasn’t just about eating meals together or shopping in the grocery store, but most of all about sharing a bed and intimacy, which was the most valuable form of sharing free time for you, especially now that he was busy with basketball and you were busy with your studies.

“… Atsushi, stop it right now.” You laughed under your breath, trying not to mess up the induction cooker because of him. You were in the middle of making Italian pasta, and your boyfriend was trying to distract you from cooking – which was surprising, considering that no one loved your food more than him.

“You look so beautiful today.” He murmured directly into your ear, and you just nodded. That wasn’t true; you had his old Hulk-themed shirt, your hair was messy, and ducky slippers. “Give me a kiss.” He said a little louder, and you sighed.

“Baby, or I’ll never finish dinner.”

“Dinner can wait. I am not.”

You gave up. You turned off the burner and turned to your boyfriend, waiting for him to make a move. Never before had Atsushi been so eager for physical contact and your closeness. It was both funny, sweet, and suspicious. And you already knew why. Without the slightest problem, your tall boyfriend lifted your body up and carried you in his arms to the bedroom, on the other side of your apartment. In the bedroom, he immediately laid you on the bed and kissed your left leg from the ankle to the groin. He stopped for a moment at your thigh, pinching and teasing it, until he finally lifted your shirt a little and took off your lacy panties in a shade of light blue. Your pussy was already wet and thirsty for touch, so first Murasakibara blew warm air into it straight from his mouth, and then touched it with his tongue, causing slight shivers down your neck.

“So pretty when you look at me like this.” He said, looking at you from between your thighs, and you felt a burning heat on your face. As soon as his tongue slipped between your labia, you covered your mouth with your hand. Atsushi definitely knew what to do to drive you to the edge of madness.

As soon as his free, right hand touched your entrance and made circles around it, you arched your back a little to feel the warm touch and the pads of his fingers more thoroughly. At some point you even decided to intertwine your own fingers in his soft, light hair, pulling them from time to time due to the movements of his agile tongue and skillful – probably from basketball – fingers. You felt your juices dripping onto his chest, and yet he didn’t stop giving you pleasure; he played with your pubic mound, nibbled the skin around your pussy, fucked you with his fingers and licked your clit with passion, causing spasms and chills in your whole body. Every time you were close to climax and orgasm he slowed down, kissing the insides of your thighs and the skin around your belly button, to after a short break hit your uterus with his fingers even harder or massage your clit with his thumb. You almost cried with delight and pleasure.

At some point, when you were close to the end once again, he stopped completely. From the corner of your eye you only noticed his red cheeks, wet lips and the bulge in his shorts. It didn’t take long before Atsushi took off his shirt and bottom clothes, and his cock hit your leg. As soon as he grabbed it in his hand, you noticed the veins full of blood and the cum dripping from its head. Then he moved his swollen cock right to your pussy, looking you in the eye.

“… Do you have anything else to say, fuckdoll?” He asked with a sneer, and you shook your head. You had nothing more to say. You wanted him to fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to finish today’s tasks and dinner. Nothing else mattered to you anymore.

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sophiria · 2 years ago

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cw and tags: 18+ mild smut in some and suggestive content in all, fem!reader

Aomine Daiki's thumb strokes your bottom lip as strands of his navy blue hair tickle your forehead. A soft laugh leaves your lips, and he feels your skin heat up and then shiver under his touch. He smirks before cupping your cheeks with his hands and capturing your lips in a languid kiss, all while his hips are rocking against yours as he thrusts in and out of you.

Hanamiya Makoto's forehead rests against yours while he's holding your body against the wall. His nose nudges yours, and you peer at him through your lashes before skimming your fingers through his raven locks. He tilts his head slightly and then takes hold of your hand, letting his mouth linger on the inside of your wrist before placing a kiss on it.

Imayoshi Shouichi slowly cages you against the wall and then brushes his nose against yours before catching your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. You eagerly accept his lips on yours, running your fingers through his hair, and he smirks into your mouth. His glasses might be slightly in the way, but you don't seem to mind it at all.

Kagami Taiga is holding you to himself with his hands splayed over the small of your back, while your arms are wrapped around his neck and your fingers are tangled in his hair. He lowers you onto the bed as you explore each other's mouths through fervent kisses, and he grins into your mouth as you wrap your legs around his waist and draw his body against yours.

Kiyoshi Teppei's big hands roam all over the softness of your body as he half-whispers praise in your ear and nibbles at your earlobe. You shiver in delight, and he starts trailing kisses behind your ear while he clutches your hips and raises them to meet his. He should be careful about how he positions his knee, but he can't find it in himself to care—not when you tug at his hair and hold his body tight to yours.

Midorima Shintarou gives you a lot of slow, passionate kisses as he slides in and out of you, and his long, delicate fingers are entwined with yours. You actually enjoy the feeling of the tape on his left hand, and he feels your body shiver under his when he runs that hand over your back. His lips are on your neck the moment you tilt your head back, and he places feathery kisses on the exposed skin while curling an arm around your waist.

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kleftiko · 2 years ago

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Hi! Idk if your request is opened or not but if it is, I'd like to request a headcanon for Knb if that's alright?

My request is : How would GOM + Kagami react when their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys?

❦ SHOWER TIME

cw: this is fluff, but language and nudity [ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP]

—kuroko

in a strange turn of events, you end up startling your boyfriend. the bathroom door is slightly open, the sound of running water and slight humming floats through the apartment. you decide that you should probably get clean too as you step into the steamy room. tetsuya doesn’t hear you undressing, or stepping into the shower. it’s only when your cold hands wrap around his waist that he shrieks and spins around—nearly slipping—eyes wide and startled for a split second until he realizes it’s you. then his expression falls into his signature calm smile.

“hi, sweetheart.”

—kagami

you go in the bathroom to pee, and as soon as you make a noise, taiga peers around the curtain with a judgemental look.

“what are you doing?” he asks, shampoo comically in his hair.

you blink. “using the bathroom.”

he sends you a stink eye before closing the curtains and going back to what he was doing. you know he likes his alone time in the shower, but the apartment only had one bathroom, and you like to annoy him (with love). so when you strip down and attempt to join him in the shower you need to wrestle the curtain away from him because he’s using it to cover himself lol.

—murasakibara

he likes when you sit in the bathroom while he showers. you can tell him about your day and he can poke his head out for you to feed him a little snack. it’s not often that you shower with him because the logistics of the shower head and the height difference was always a hassle. until you renovated your shower to a ceiling head, now when he’s finished his himemaru, you can just join him under the water and he can pull you close and prevent you from moving cause “you’re so cute and cuddly, y/n-chin.”

and you stay like that until your body feels like two different temperatures.

—aomine

you enter the bathroom.

“fuck, daiki, it stinks in here.”

“i had to shit, you’re the one that interrupted my shower.”

despite that, you strip down and pull the curtain dramatically to announce that you intend to join him. and this motherfucker is under the water, head tilted back to rinse out his shampoo, eyes looking down at you with a smirk as he says, “just can’t get enough of me, huh?”

so turn the water to cold so he shrieks :)

bonus fem!reader: soapy tits are his weakness. if you ever want anything from him, hop in the shower and ask lol his eyes don’t leave your chest but he’s nodding along to whatever you’re saying. you could ask for a yacht and he’d agree

—kise

doesn’t want to shower without you tbh. he’s usually inviting you to join him, but not in a sexual way. he’s one of those people who blasts music while in the bathroom and likes to perform concerts, so he needs his back up singer. he’ll shampoo his hair into spikes and start screaming punk, it’s your responsibility to play air guitar and ad lib. on the rare occasions that he’s showering by himself and you decide to join him halfway through, his smile is wide, and his introduction goes, “ladies and gentlemen, my backup guitarists!”

—akashi

literally love him. if you open the bathroom door while he’s showering he assumes something is wrong.

“darling? are you alright?” his soft voice just makes you melt, but you assure him that you just want to join him. and he is delighted! in fact, he proposes a bath after you two wash up. he loves having you between his legs, back against his chest while you’re surrounded by bubbles. he’s one of those people that loves non sexual intimacy, so if you turn around and give him a bubble beard, he’ll just watch you with hearts in his eyes.

—midorima

locks the door so you can’t get in. if you’re persistent—knocking, calling his name, etc.—he’ll step out of the shower, towel around his waist, and open the door with an annoyed scowl. you just smile sweetly and hop under the running water. he’s muttering under his breathe at how much of a handful you are, but he’s washing your body carefully and making sure soap doesn’t get in your eyes <3

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 months ago

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Midorima being submissive with his fem in power s/o who palms him through his pants and his body acts out of it's own, he can't really control it, not only is he very hard, he's also grinding against her hand and can't stop himself. Making high pitched sounds.

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Midorima hissed through his teeth as he stared at the test booklet in front of him. His mechanical pencil gripped tightly in his fingers, with just the slightest sound of whining plastic as it threatened to break. “I have….to study….”

“I know.” [Y/N] replied to him calmly. As if totally oblivious to his suffering. “I’m helping.”

Midorima grit his teeth. ‘Helping? Helping!’

“Those testing halls are full of distractions. How are you going to be prepared if you don’t practice for that too.” The male whined as his partner’s palm pressed harder into his clothed erection. She had been playing with him for what felt like hours. Manually massaging him.

At first Midorima had tried to deter her. With his scheduled test time next week, and a goal of getting into med school, he could not afford any distractions. Batting her hands away or giving a surprised yelp when her hand touched him, not in the mood to play. But, when that didn’t work, he decided he would take the opposite approach and just ignore her. Show her that she couldn’t get to him as she just did as she liked. That was a mistake. But he couldn’t back down now.

Refocusing on the question, Midorima re-read the prompt and wrote down his answer. [Y/N] continued to handle his erection. Cupping it now and stroking it through his sweatpants. Stupid of him to try and be comfortable in his own apartment. “[Y/N] please….”

“Finish the test.” She told him.

Midorima tightened his back jaw and worked through the next question. This continued for a while longer. Him answering questions, her stroking his cock with juuuust enough pressure, and the clock ticking in the background.

By the time his timer went off, Midorima had been actively bucking into her hand. Forgetting about the test and trying to cum in his pants. He needed to do laundry anyway. “Let me see.”

The former shooting guard blinked out of his daze as [Y/N] took her hand off his cock and whipped around to pull his test sheet out from under him. “Hmmm…this is not good….” She criticized as she checked his answers against the key.

Midorima was flabbergasted. “But I….you…But—“You’re never going to get into UT with a score like this. Forget medical school.” His head dropped. Yes, she was distracting him, but he should have been better at his testing by now. Never mind he completely abandoned the end of the test for silly pleasures.

“Take it again.” She ordered as she sat a new blank testing sheet in front of him.

“Are you gonna….” Midorima answered his own question as he saw [Y/N] settle back into her spot beside him. He gulped.

“Get a score in the 15th percentile of last year’s rankings and I’ll let you cum.” Midorima whimpered as her hand was on him again.

Abashed, and just giving up on pretending he didn’t want this, Midorima leaned forward to try and kiss his partner. Only to be met with her fingers at his lips. “You can kiss me when you’re a doctor.” She told him. “Now get back to work.”

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adiraargent · 1 year ago

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I’m so in love with your Daiki fic!!! Can I hope to wait for Akaashi’s one?

Cute things Seijuro Akashi does to show you he loves you

Thank you so much for the request :P hope you like it warnings: fluff wc: 1.1k

The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room as Seijuro found you reading on the couch. You were on your back, head against the side of the couch with your book on your chest. He approached quietly, his presence commanding yet calming, and settled beside you, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"May I?" he asked softly, gesturing to the spot in your lap.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips as you lifted the book up a bit and allowed him to lay his head in your lap. "Of course Sei." You grinned down at him, his pretty pink eyes glinting from the reflection of the sun that spewed through the curtains.

Seijuro grabbed his book off the coffee table and then leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, his proximity comforting in its own way. You both sat in silence, lost in your respective books, yet sharing the space effortlessly, your hand in his hair, softly scratching his scalp only occasionally pulling away to turn the page.

He had one hand holding his book and the other on your thigh, tracing small patters, occasionally turning his head to place a chaste kiss to your stomach, "love you pretty."

"Love you too Sei," you smiled fondly but then laughed softly, "Sei baby, you gotta hop up, I need to use that restroom."

"Im not moving, your lap is too comfortable," Akashi says, putting his book down and rolling onto your stomach, moving up a little so he was now lying on your chest, burying his head into your neck.

It was moments like these, the simple act of being together in the same space, that made you feel truly comfortable around him. There was a sense of ease in your presence with each other, even in your pajamas, engrossed in your own activities.

Seijuro's hand brushed against yours unexpectedly, his fingers interlacing with yours. It was a subtle gesture, yet it spoke volumes about his feelings, his touch conveying a sense of connection and intimacy.

As the day progressed, you found yourself preparing lunch in the kitchen, the savory aroma wafting through the air. Seijuro entered quietly, his steps graceful yet purposeful, and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Need any help?" he inquired softly, his voice velvety smooth against your ear.

You smiled at his offer, feeling a surge of affection. "I'm fine, thank you," you replied, leaning back into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his touch.

His protectiveness often shone through, even in the simplest of actions. Walking down a crowded street, Seijuro would instinctively switch positions with you, guiding you to the safer side, his actions a silent vow to protect you.

Some mornings, when Seijuro had a rare day off and you had to rush to work, he'd be playfully clingy, stealing a few extra moments to hold you closer and press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

"Remember you mentioned this," Seijuro said, presenting you with a small package, a thoughtful gesture after recalling a passing comment you made about a particular item.

His attention to detail was astounding, remembering the little things about you — your preferences, your favorite treats, and the nuances of your personality.

During his trips, Seijuro would send pictures of every place he visited, each one a silent testament to his thoughts of you. A short text would accompany each picture, a simple 'wish you could be here to see it with me.'

He loved surprising you, occasionally bringing home a small gift just to see you smile, his way of expressing affection without needing a reason.

LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS!!!

In the quiet moments before bedtime, you and Seijuro found yourselves engaged in deep conversations, discussing dreams, aspirations, and the little things that made your hearts flutter. His undivided attention and genuine interest in your thoughts and feelings made you feel truly understood and cherished.

Also great at looking after you when you are sick

You woke up feeling awful, the world around you spinning as you groaned, trying to sit up. The room was dimly lit, and you felt your head throbbing painfully. Despite the discomfort, you managed to reach for your phone, sending a quick text to Seijuro, informing him of your condition.

Within minutes, you heard the door open quietly, and Seijuro entered, concern etched on his face. He approached you swiftly, his steps graceful yet purposeful, his presence commanding yet comforting.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, his voice a calming melody in the hazy fog of your mind.

You shook your head weakly, unable to form words. Seijuro's hand felt cool against your forehead as he checked your temperature, his brows furrowing in concern.

"You have a fever," he stated calmly, his voice holding a hint of worry. "I'll take care of you."

Seijuro vanished briefly, returning with a damp cloth and a glass of water. He helped you sit up, propping pillows behind you for support, and placed the cloth on your forehead, the coolness providing some relief. The water he offered was a welcome respite, soothing your dry throat.

For the rest of the day, Seijuro tended to your needs diligently. He brought you medicine, prepared a simple meal that he insisted you eat despite your diminished appetite, and made sure you stayed hydrated. His presence alone provided a sense of comfort, his unwavering care evident in every action.

He sat by your side, reading to you softly, his soothing voice lulling you into a peaceful slumber. Throughout the day, Seijuro checked on you regularly, adjusting the blankets, offering encouraging words, and providing comfort in the form of his reassuring presence.

In between naps and bouts of weakness, you'd find Seijuro sitting at the edge of the bed, a concerned expression on his face, occasionally brushing a strand of hair from your forehead with a gentle touch.

As the evening descended, he prepared a warm bath for you, easing some of the discomfort. Seijuro made sure you were settled back in bed, placing a hand on your forehead once more, feeling your temperature slowly subside.

"Rest now," he murmured, his tone soothing and comforting. "I'll be here."

Seijuro stayed by your side throughout the night, occasionally waking you to ensure you were hydrated or taking your temperature. His unwavering care and attentive demeanor made you feel cherished and protected, despite the illness.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, you woke feeling considerably better. Seijuro was already up, preparing breakfast with the same composed demeanor, yet the glint of relief in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Feeling better?" he asked, turning to face you with a small smile.

You nodded, managing a weak smile in return. "Thanks to you."

Seijuro's care during your illness had been a testament to his unwavering dedication and affection, his quiet acts of kindness leaving a lasting impression on your heart.

Hope you liked it :)

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Hihi! I'm not sure if your requests are open and if you still write for Kuroko No Basket but can you do love triangle between Kise, Aomine and Reader? Like reader is Kaijo's manager and she easily gained Kise's respect due to how smart she was, plus it'd be nice of she's skilled in basketball too. And Kaijo and Too Academy practice together for about a month and they have to stay at same place and that's where Aomine meets reader, who he found to be his type. Three of them interact a LOT so Kise and Aomine found out that they both, in fact, have feelings for the same girl so they try to impress her? I'm sorry if this too specific😭pls take your time<3

you wanna piece of me?

pairings: kise x gn! reader, aomine x gn! reader

word count: 2.3k

author note: please be nice to me on this! this is the first thing I have written in over a year so I am trying my best. its not my best work but I hope you enjoy this anon!

the smell of sweet and cheap cologne filled the gym since the boys believed spraying on cologne could mask the body odor coming off their bodies. it was pungent on your nose but you didn't mind it. watching them play and run across the court was always mesmerizing. you much rather be on the court than stuck to the sidelines picking up basketballs or filling up water bottles but a knee injury at the end of your middle school year stopped you from playing anymore. your eyes followed the three-point throw made by Kise Ryouta as he smoothly shot it in with a bright smile on his face. he looked so effortless as he was shooting. he was one of a kind.

"(y/n)-chan did you see my shot?1" he yelled across the court.

you giggle, " yes kise. i saw it though you could've had better foot movement towards the line before your shot. You almost didn't make it."

a small pout forms on his lips," why can't you just celebrate my shot!? i made it in at least."

he walks closer to me as everyone decides to take a small break for a breather. his golden hair shined bright under the dingy gym lights almost like a halo circling his head. he walked over with a skip in his step as he grabbed the bottle in your head to take a long sip.

"you did make it but still it could have been better," you state as he places the bottle back in your outstretched hand.

he groans," you know, you are way too smart for your own good. should be your own coach at this point like Riko! but then i would lose you and i can't have that."

a warmth flows through your heart to your face as you mull over his words. you didn't think that he would care so much for your opinion as a manager as you were just a simple manager with a lost basketball career.

"well, thank you, kise. but don't worry i am not going anywhere. you will still have my critiques on your dunks and dribbling till third year."

"hey! i am working on my dribbling. it is getting better."

"are you sure about that? last time i saw you dribble it was trash."

a loud, mocking voice echoed into the gym as the door swung open letting in the bright light from outside into the gym.

"Aomine, what are you doing here?!" kise screeched.

"did you forget that we are training for Too for a month while their gym is being repaired?" you remind Kise.

"huh!!? no i don't because i would have heavily objected to this!"

"i told you last week kise during lunch, were you not listening to me?" you question him as he turns towards you with a raised brow.

"i swear i was listening!"

you raise your own brow," are you sure or were you to busy listening to Tabio talk about his new gaming consle,?"

kise stutters as he runs his hands roughly through his hair as his teammates begin cackling behind you.

"i don't know who you are but i like you," aomine laughs as he wraps a arm around your shoulder.

you jump as you feel his skin touch your shoulder which makes you eye the hand hanging off your shoulder. your eyes shift up to meet his as a smirk lays across his face.

"hey! hands off!"

kise grabs your hand and pulls you towards him with his own two arms wrapping around your shoulders. this was too much touching for your liking as you slowly moved kise's arms off of you.

"listen, lets just get started on practice. we all still have to get home and do school work, okay?" you calmly state to everyone as they all nod and begin to head back to the court.

aomine and kise were standing glaring at each other with each of their chests puffed out. you roll your eyes and sigh as you watch the two continue to get closer to one another till they are face to face.

"stay away from her!"

"hey! don't say that, i can defend for myself, kise!"

kise looks at me with puppy eyes, " i am protecting you from this heathen. he is not to be trusted."

aomine laughed loudly while rolling his eyes at kise.

"shut your damn mouth, kise."

aomine turns towards your with that same sly smirk on his lips. you couldn't deny aomine was an attractive man but you knew his reputation. he was rude and ruthless especially on the court. you enjoyed his way of playing when he was actually on the court.

"watch me play, sweetheart. i am ten times better than that loser," aomine whispers to you as he knocks a little on your cheek.

with that he shuffled to the court, with your eyes on him, he sent a small wink before turning back to his team.

"do not fall for his shit! he is no good!" kise exclaims while covering your eyes with his hand. you shove his hand off your face and laugh.

"then prove me wrong kise. he just said that he is ten times better than you," you chide as you can see the steam almost come out of his ears.

he puffed out his chest," you got it, (y/n)-chan. i am going to prove to you that i way better than him!"

with that he runs quickly to the court, as the two teams begin having a practice game. aomine and kise both face of with each other for most of the game. it was mesmerizing to watch them play against each other and push each other to their best abilities. you had never seen kise play so hard during practice. it was not hard to see that kise was pushing himself to the edge to keep up with aomine and his plays.

once the game ended, both were breathing heavily with their hands placed tightly on their knees. you began cleaning up as practice was wrapping up and you wanted to get home quickly for dinner.

"so, what did you think?"

you turn quickly to see kise and aomine standing there like children waiting for their prize. you eye them eerily and say," you both played very well. but there could be improvements."

"huh?!" they both screech through the now mostly empty gym.

"you both have stuff you can work on. like kise, your foot work can be quicker and aomine you need to work on giving other people the ball when you don't have an available shot. no one likes a ball hogger."

you continue to clean the gym as they stood silently which was a first since kise usually filled the air during this time while helping you clean on most days.

"but if you had to pick one, who played better?" kise asks while following you around through out the gym.

you shrug your shoulders, " i think you played equally well. no one played better than the other."

"but if you had to pic-"

"kise," you laugh," you played well and aomine played well. lets just clean up and head home."

you walk away from both of them, leaving them standing alone on the court.

///

"stay away from her," kise firmly states while facing aomine.

aomine smirks, " why? are you two together or something?"

kise knows a blush his on his cheeks as he felt a rush of heat hit his body. he has liked you for a long time but would never admit to it. you were too good for him, too good for this world. you deserve better than some guy like him who already has reputation as a womaizer even though he is the furthest from it.

"that is none of your business. just stay away from her."

kise knew from the start that he felt something special for you. when you met you on his first practice with his new team, your bright smile made his heart soar and beat in a way he couldn’t explain. he wouldn’t let some player, especially aomine, take you away and break your heart. He wanted to protect you but only wanted you to himself.

aomine chuckles while moving closer to kise till their eyes were level with one another.

"i think she gets to decide that. plus, i like seeing you so flustered over her. i think i want to see how far this goes."

with those final words, aomine walks away with a loud cackle and patting kise's shoulder.

"let the game begin!" aomine yells as he walks out the door with a loud bang.

kise groans while messily running his hand through his hair.

this is going to be a long month.

///

this month could not wrap up fast enough. kise and aomine were in a fight about every day who was better at shots, dribbles, and even foot movements. they were in some competition and at this point, everyone was sick of it. especially you.

every time they wrapped up practice, they would come sprinting up to you to grill you on who you believed played better. you would always just answer the same way the first time that each played each other. they played equal to their abilities. neither one was better than the other.

the competition eventually led to places outside the court especially when we went out for dinner. they compete against each other to see who can down the most bowls or eat the most plates. though both eventually end up so sick that they almost miss practice. as much as these two gave you the biggest migraines that you have experienced, you will miss their shenanigans when aomine goes back to his own school.

he had a reputation as a all around bad boy who did not care about anyone or anything. but he was far from it. he was fairly sweet to those he was closest to but just didn't know how to express it in the greatest way. he often helped you pick up the gym after practice was over even though you knew he wanted to get dressed and clean before he headed home. he would ignore your protest and help you pick up all the trash, balls, and towels left behind. plus, you loved watching the dynamic between kise and aomine grow.

when it was just you three in the gym, you got to see them work together and collaborate to make certain plays and even teach each other how to be better players. watching them laugh and play together made you imagine what they were like with each other in middle school playing together. you giggled as you watch them bicker over the smallest thing.

"so last day of practice together, what is going to the last match up going to be?"

they glance at each other quickly while you watch a slick smile cross both of their faces. oh no, they are up to no good.

"well, we were thinking of trying something different this time," kise says nonchalantly.

"and what you that be?" you quiz them with a raised brow.

"we are going to compete for ...a date with you," aomine states firmly.

you stare at them both widely as the smirk on their faces turn into wide smiles. there is no way both of them wanted to have a date with you.

"a date with me?" you shyly ask pointing at yourself.

kise and aomine shrug and nod their heads.

"look, we were talking with one another and realized that we both liked you and we want to leave it up to you to decide who you want to date. but we thought it might be fair if we each took you out, make it fair, you know," kise explains.

you slowly nod, "okay...um, thank you but why me?"

"what do you mean, why you? why not you?" aomine firmly asks.

"i mean that you guys could have any girls in school and you want me? or you sure this is just not one of your stupid competitions to see who wins and then once one of you wins, you'll leave me in the dust. i don't want to be part of some silly game."

they both shake their head frantically and take steps towards you. you began to feel yourself curl in as the heart in your chest was pounding louder than when you played. your head swirled with too many thoughts and emotions to even process in this moment.

"that is not what this is at all. we would never do that to you. i would never do that to you," kise firmly states.

"right. that's not the kind of game we want to play," aomine agrees.

you nod slowly. this was too much. it was the last thing you expected. looking into their eyes you knew that they were telling the truth. they never would hurt you but were you even sure that you liked them in that way? kise has been your friend since you became a manager and you have had some mixed feelings about him but seeing him flirting with multiple girls did not help the confusion in your mind. aomine you only met a month ago but you did have a lot of fun with him and enjoyed his presence. he was sweeter, kind, and more compassionate than you could have imagined. you could feel the migraine coming on as you stood in front of them in the dead of the gym silence.

"I don't know what to do," you whisper, " this is too much. i have to go."

you run quickly to the door as they shout your name behind you. you felt dizzy and every limb felt numb.

are they lying? is it really just a game to them?

or are they telling the truth? do they genuinely like you?

this was more complicated than any basketball game you have ever played.

what should you do?

tbh i am not sure if i should keep going on this maybe in like separate parts where you only choose one or maybe go poly ???

i need opinions because i could just leave it up to your choosing. let me know!

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