#wakamatsu x reader

[tetsunabouquet]

Hello! Would you like to write something where the kuroko no basket boys (aomine, midorima and Wakamatsu and Imayoshi) are caught on a date with they’re girlfriend and they see there friend act so sweet and gentel with her.I hope that you would like something like this.

You can chose the characters ofc if you dont like then or feel like someone else! Have a good day 🧍🏻‍♀️

Date Night Interupted

A/N: Hereby, a drabble dedicated to each of the 4 boys requested. I hope you all like it! I haven't covered Imayoshi and Wakamatsu in a headcanon or story yet, so its my first attempt at writing their characters.

Midorima

Midorima watched you as you tried hard not to laugh too loudly after he had whispered in your ear; "It's surprising how alluring you can be covered in ketchp." You couldn't with this guy. Who knew the person screaming about being a Cancer, is indeed a cancer and not a tsundere? Once you cracked his crabby shell, he was all mushy and adorable towards you when the two of you spent time together. He was far from a tsundere-like boyfriend, and could be incredibly cheesy from time to time. He kept this side of himself a secret, except to you and his family. Sometimes, you just melted at how cute he could be, or that fuzzy feeling he gave you. You smiled broadly at his sweet smile, eating at the park nearby the Maji Burger; the two of you had taken your order with you to have a picnic in the park. As you fed him a fry, you couldn't help but notice a shadow suddenly looming over you. The two of you looked up, you couldn't help but have your stomach sink. Takao. Takao was crashing your date. You hadn't met him yet as you didn't wanted Midorima to end up getting teased for his romantic side but you had watched their matches plenty of times and could recognize him clearly. "Eeeeh, you're on a date, Shin-Chan?" Takao asked, looking at you as your boyfriend's face flushed. "You're L/n F/n, right?" He asked you kindly, and you were surprised at how gentle the demeanor of the usual upbeat, energetic looking guy was. "Yeah," you replied, a bit embarrassed. "I hope Shin-Chan told you how nice you look. I'll leave you two lovebirds for today, okay?" He said, backing away slowly. You were even more surprised at how respectful he was currently acting. 'Perhaps going public with Shintaro isn't going to be as embarrassing as I thought it would go for us.' You smiled back a bit nervously, and was met with an encouraging smile of your boyfriend's BFF. Yeah, not that embarrassing. "See you on monday, Shin-Chan, F/n-san!" Your smile widened, and your boyfriend let out a small sigh of relief at Takao's retreating form. "Thank god he is gone already, nanodayo." You giggled and leaned against him, and Midorima pulled you close. Not minding if your ketchup stain was now ruining his shirt too. "Well that went well, didn't it?" "At least it wasn't Kise." Midorima mubled before kissing you on the forehead and you giggled once more, completely warm with the fuzzy feeling Midorima gave you.

Imayoshi

"Sometimes, it almost gets annoying how you read others so well." You sighed. Often, words weren't needed when you were dating Imayoshi. It felt great to have such a connection, but it irked you from time to time that you couldn't talk about something simple without Imayoshi immediately knowing. "I know, but the fire twinkling in those eyes is too beautiful to apologize for." He teased, kissing you softly. This was also typically Imayoshi, the guy who knows exactly what to say and do, to make your frustration melt like the sun. Because he doesn't simply reads people and does what annoys them, he can also use it to do exactly what you need. It's why he was such a great captain. "I'm sorry for interrupting something interesting." You nearly fell backwards, if it wasn't for Imayoshi's hold on your waist. You looked up to see Yoshinori Susa, Imayoshi's closest friend on the team, "oh sorry, I hadn't meant to scare you, l/n-san." "It's okay." You replied kindly. "I do hope you have a meaning for this." Imayoshi stated, looking composed but you knew he was slightly irritated at the interruption. "I really am sorry. It's just I got my college applecation letter back, and I just wanted to tell you I got accepted." Imayoshi's mood melted and he smiled at his friend's good news, whilst you beamed at Susa. "That's great! I'm happy for you." He smiled softly and thanked you. "That's indeed good news. Are you planning to join the basketballteam?" "Yeah, Kotegawa already mentioned my name to the coach." He said, and you vaguely remembered him as a senpai who had been a part of the To-Oh basketballteam the year before. "I cannot wait to play against you." Imayoshi stated, and Susa's smile widened. "I can't either, but I'll see you at school. I think there's a lady who deserves your attention more then I do." Susa left with a kind smile, and you politely waved after his figure. Imayoshi tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "I'm glad we both got accepted in the same college." "Me too," you breathed. You, as well, certainly couldn't wait for college.

Aomine

Your boyfriend had his arm slung around your shoulders whilst the two of you were walking down the street. The well-lit shops all colourful and bright, tempting customers to take a look inside. Music and the buzz of people making it even livelier. The two of you were going shopping and dinner later. Aomine decided it the moment you talked about needing to buy a new dress for your aunt's 50th birthday party, to apologize for your previous getting getting cancelled; he had been injured at a basketball game and had needed to rest. You liked how Aomine never forgot about you, but to him, you were just as important as basketball. As you stepped into your favourite store, it didn't take long to see a familiar pink haired girl, hanging onto the arm of another blue haired male. Momoi and Kuroko, on a date just like the two of you. You giggled as she spotted you, pulling Kuroko alongside her. "Hey, Dai-Chan, f/n-chan!" She chirped, as Kuroko besides her gave off a warm, serene vibe. "Yo Satsuki, Tetsu," came Aomine's greeting. "Hello Satsuki-san. It's nice to officially meet you, Kuroko." "Likewise," came his reply, giving you a small smile. "You here on a date too?" Momoi asked. You nodded and Aomine smiled at you. "Sheesh, I cannot believe you didn't told me." Momoi sighed. "I didn't knew I was obligated to share every bit of my love life with you." That made Momoi pout. "Satsuki, I think Aomine wants to have some privacy during his date." Kuroko kindly supplied, and your boyfriend shot him a grateful look. "Alright, but f/n-chan, do spill everything later." Momoi suggested with a wink and you chuckled. "Sure." You supplied, to which it was your boyfriend's turn to sigh. You giggled as you burried your face into his chest, and slowly, Kuroko pulled Momoi away, trying to talk to her about a shirt he saw that would look very cute on her. "He's a nice one, huh? Good for her." You said, smiling at the couple. "Yeah, Tetsu's apparantly quite the keeper." Aomine stated, before guiding you to the section of formal wear and evening attire. "You are too, you know that right?" You asked him sweetly, and Aomine grinned. "Obviously, I do babe."

Wakamatsu (He doesn't has any canon friends, so I decided to do this instead).

You and Wakamatsu had just taken your assigned seats at the cinema. It featured your favourite actor, so Wakamatsu decided to buy you two tickets and surprise you with them after his game the other day. You had been overjoyed, and you were giddy with excitement as you sat next to your tall boyfriend. After already impatiently stealing a hand of popcorn from the large bucket the two of you had bought for yourselves, your boyfriend next to you froze. As you peered over his tall stature, you could see Aomine sitting down next to him. "Eh?!" Wakamatsu grumbled. "Relax captain, I'm just sitting at my assigned seat. Don't mind me, enjoy your date." He said, surprisingly politer then usual. "I didn't saw you as the type to enjoy these movies." Wakamatsu stated, the dislike still filling his voice. "Mai's in it." Aomine declared. Wakamatsu huffed, but didn't say anything. Thank god the trailers started. As the movie began, you and Aomine were quick to start acting like fans, and Wakamatsu just looked at your enthusiastic face with a smile. The movie went on, and you grew more engrossed in the story, not noticing how your boyfriend's eyes hadn't left you for a single second. And, as the character portrayed by your favorite actor was shot and died at the climax, he wrapped his arm around you as you cried. His hand comfortably rubbed your upper arm, soothing you. You leaned against him as the movie finished, taking in the scent of popcorn and his cologne. Aomine stood up, waving towards the two of you, not having directed a word against the two of you before the trailers started. "I hope your date ends well, good luck." He said, in an encouraging, friendly manner before walking away. Wakamatsu stared at him dumbfounded and you giggled at the expression. "He's still a pervert though. Stay away from him." Wakamatsu muttered, to which you replied with throwing a handful of popcorn at him. "I'll do whatever I want to do. Be civil, my love." You asked as you gave him your big puppy eyes. Wakamatsu groaned. "Fine, but for you baby." "That's more like it!" You said, before you pecked him on the lips. "You're so lucky that you're so cute." Wakamatsu teased as he fed you a piece of popcorn. You winked in return, before the two of you went to his father's car that he was allowed to borrow, taking the remains of the popcorn with you to consumne during the trip. The date ended well indeed.

[madammidnightsblog]

Tōō Collaring

Warning : collaring, mistress kink, pet kink, groping, vibrator, orgasm denial, mommy kink, dacryphilla, dry orgasm, cock ring, baby boy kink, pet play, finger sucking, feminization, baby girl kink, strap on, drooling, choking, fucked dumb, mentions of milking, dirty talking, degrading, calling ass a cunny, fingering, thigh riding, nipple sucking, riding, exhibition, dry humping, prince kink

Imayoshi

The feeling of the cool leather around his neck made goosebumps appear as he sat patiently on his knees, his bare body was glowing in the morning light. You were grabbing the last item you needed from the hidden box in the closet before turning back to your boyfriend to see them staring at you with a small smile which only made snicker while making your way to your shared bed, knowing he was eagerly waiting to have you all over him. Putting the toys and lube on the bed, you turned back to him, looping your index finger through the lop of the collar and gently tug on it to make him look up at you, pulling him into a passionate kiss which he eagerly responded to, tongues rubbing against each other to make the kiss as sloppy as possible while his hands gripping on your thighs desperately. Your tongue pushes further into his awaiting mouth to explore his wet hole while your hand moves up the collar to gently grab his throat, making him close his eyes in bliss.

Pulling away, licking the strings of saliva connecting your lips away and smirking at how submissive the usually cocky and sly the male is, "I wonder what your former teammates would feel if they ever saw their scary captain on his knees like an obedient pet." You teased which made him shift his legs under your gaze.

"I am your obedient pet Mistress so use me however you please. I want you to ruin me right now." He moaned as many hot and disgustingly arousing ideas ran through his head, wanting nothing but you to fuck him until the stress of collage to melt away.

Aomine

"Stop being a brat Aomine or I'll put the damn collar on you." You said through gritted teeth as you held your taller boyfriend by the collar of his shirt.

The said male only smirked down at you as his hands gripped your large breasts, loving the plush feeling of them in his hands along with the soft texture of your shirt. Aomine was wanting your attention but you were focused on making the new training schedule for the team that Momo asked for and he wasn't having it, wanting you to finally do something other than telling him to bother someone else. Glaring at him, you pushed him away from you and got up from your desk and walked over to the nightstand, picking up the bright red collar which made his smirk widen, finally getting what he wanted. Upon seeing him happy, you came up with a plan to give him what he wanted and get the schedule finished so you grabbed your vibrating wand before sitting back at your desk.

That's how he found himself, sitting between your legs under the desk, knees spread wide and his hands were tied to the wand that he had firmly pressed against his angry and leaking cock while his tearful eyes stared up at you with need, " 'M sorry Mommy... Pl..Please let me cum! W.. Wanna cum s' bad!" He sobbed into your inner thigh so the cock ring around him prevented him to cum, leaving him to have three dry orgasms which only made you run your fingers through his sweaty hair.

Sakurai

"Mommy! Do I look pretty?" He chirped happily as he walked into the living room where you were watching a movie.

Looking over to your baby boy to see him almost naked with a yellow collar decorating his neck with a matching leash hanging from it, cute light brown dog ears clipped to his hair, a dog plug sitting snugly in his hole, and cute white thigh highs to complete it. Your heart fluttered at how cute he looked and you couldn't help but turn the tv off before motioning for him to come over which he instantly dropped to his knees and crawled over to you with a shy smile. Your heart keep fluttering as he slowly made his way while his cheeks turned a light pink as he realized how hard he was getting from your aroused gaze. Once he was in front of you, you grabbed the leash while your other hand cupped his cheek and gently rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip before pushing it into his mouth which he instantly sucked on, making you moan from how well trained you had him.

Your gaze darked once spotting his dick that was starting to leak with anticipation, "I'm going to see how cute you can really be puppy, wanna see how cute you look gagging and choking on my fingers like a good puppy does." You moaned as he opened his mouth while you pressed down on his tongue to see how his throat flexed in response, the poor puppy had no idea how badly you wanted to see him crying and begging under your touch.

Wakamatsu

Slowly pulling your hips back, you yanked him back by the black leash in your hand to whisper filth into his ear before slamming your hips forward, pushing your strap deep into his twitching hole which made him whimper. His tongue stuck out as drool dripped down his chin, trying to beg you to spit in his mouth so you happily cranked his head in an uncomfortable position while collecting saliva before splitting it into his mouth which he swallowed. Moaning out how lewd he was, you started to pound into him as you gripped his jaw to maintain eye contact and when his eyes began to flutter shut, you yanked his leash which made his eyes shot open as he let out a choked moan while his hands clawed at the headboard to hold it; Wakamatsu was beyond his limit now and came hard which ripped a loud and lewd cry but all you did was push his head away and gripped his hip with your now free hand and started to growl. All he could say now was cock and he was drooling all over himself, his hole twitching and clenching around the strap in hopes to milk the fake cum that was promised.

"What a lewd little bitch you are. Going dumb and only able to think about cock, hm?" Your thrust seemed to only get harder which made his eyes roll back and his brain felt like it was melting from the stimulation on his prostate, "My cute little cock slut, wanting my cock deep in your ass and turning you into a girl right? Want to be my little girl, hm? Tell me how much you want to be my little girl that takes cock in her tight pussy like a good girl." You growled as he arched his back, pushing his ass further onto you to take you deeper.

Clenching his teeth as he felt his dick twitch from your words, loving every bit of the degrading words and wanting to show you how good of a girl he was for you, "Yes! I'm your good girl who loves taking your cock Mommy! So fucking please fuck your big cock in my tight little pussy until its the shape of it, don't want it to forget how good you fuck my little pussy like your slutty girl!" He cried as he came once again, leaning against the headboard until he felt the collar choking him.

Momoi

Your fingers slipped up and down her thighs as she humped your thigh, collaring swinging loosely around her neck which made her shiver from the cool leather hitting her hot skin. Her soft moans became a music for you, watching her fall into a beautiful bliss as her eyes flutter closed every time her small and swollen clit brushed against your knee and her body arch slightly until her bra clad breasts were pushed against your own. Your left hand went up to the pretty white collar and gave it a small gentle tug which pulled her flush against you for a kiss, lips moving slowly and passionately while your hand slipped behind her and unclasp her bra which made her sigh into the kiss. Pulling away slightly, you yanked the article of clothing off before pulling her back into the kiss while your hands rested at her hips and gently guided her to move a little faster to gently pull her closer to her climax.

Breaking the kiss, she tried to chase your lips again with a pout before you dipped your head to catch her nipple between your lips, giving the aroused bud a gentle suck, "I like that." She said barely above a whisper as her head tilted back a little, her hands finding their way into your hair to keep you in place with a moan.

Your tongue swirled around the bud before giving it a gentle nip and pulling away for a second, "I'm glad you do baby." You whispered before going back to sucking on the nipple.

Susa

"You look so cute on your knees Darling but how about you show me that cute little ass of yours. I want to see how good my little gift is treating your tight ass." You took a sip of your water as you watched your boyfriend turn around slowly.

He lowers his torso to the floor, reaching back to spread his cheeks as his face is pressed against the floor to show off the vibrator that was pushed into his hole. His dripping hole was twitching and fluttering around the bright pink kegel vibrator, the long tail twitching along with the vibrations as his let out deep moans that went straight to your soaking cunt. Seeing how his small hole sucked up the toy made your pussy throb in incapacitation so you ordered him to lay down which he quickly did, laying on his back while you walked over and pushed your panties to the side as you got on your knees, hovering over his throbbing cock. Giving him a smirk, you slowly lowered yourself with a moan while your left hand clutched the orange collar around his neck, gently pressing it down on this throat which made his cock twitch before cumming into your wet and hot sex.

"Fuck, you feel so good Mommy." He grunts as you weakly bounced on your heels, trying to get over how good it felt to be filled with his cum.

Harasawa

Harasawa knew how risky it was to wear his collar at practice with all the students around, coaching and training them with the deep purple leather showing but you were there, the assistant coach, to tease him. As you walked by him when he is talking to Wakamatsu to fill him in the importance of the role of being the new captain wad and you would make a snarky remark on the collar which made his face heat up and it didn't help when you were turn on the vibrator plug in his ass to get a reaction. He would try to dismiss the team so he could get you two alone so he can dry hump you like good boys do to their Mommy's with permission of course but you would try to drag out practice, knowing how desperate the older male was. As Wakamatsu went back to practicing with the others, you went to stand in front of him while watching the team train before motioning to him to lean down to you.

"Does my Prince need something, hm? Does he need Mommy to touch him?" You whispered while making sure no one was paying attention to you two as he whimpered, "You can rub against Mommy ok baby but keep quiet or they'll see how needy you are for your Mommy."

"Thank you Mommy." He whispers before slowly pulling you close by your belt loops and starts to hump your ass slightly, trying to move as slow as he can so the students wouldn't notice as he bites his tongue softly to hold back moans.

[ballblender]

KnB General HCs

First actual post wtfwtf!!!11!!

• Kuroko probably sucks at cooking as much as Momoi.

• When Imayoshi leads practice, he probably says some white man shit like "Easy there bucko".

• Kagami's grades were fine in that one OVA, and then never again; bro cannot study.

• Midorima probably hangs out with Takao more than he likes to admit (and Takao tells everyone).

• I think that Himuro once dropped his brotherhood ring down a grate and was like "OH FUCK" and sat by it as he waited for the council workers to get it out. Kagami would never find out too.

• Midorima once lost a lucky item and internally took a dump before leaving school early; the team was not happy.

• Izuki once attended a funeral, didn't crack a single joke and proceeded to complain about the struggle for the next week as the team just stared at him like wtf.

• While Aomine was getting back into regular practice, I think Wakamatsu would be a little bitchy around him with his new captain authorities lmao

• Sakurai cries after every official game; win or lose.

• Miyaji has thrown a pineapple at somebody: like for real.

That's it. That's the post. (love these mfs)

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

【ＫＵＲＯＫＯ　ＮＯ　ＢＡＳＵＫＥ】

𝚂𝙴𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽

Kagami Taiga

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kuroko Tetsuya

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Izuki Shun

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Hyuuga Junpei

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Mitobe Rinnosuke ¹

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kogane Shinji ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚃𝙾𝙾

Aomine Daiki

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒜𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓀𝒾[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Imayoshi Shoichi

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Wakamatsu Kousuke

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Harasawa Katsunori

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚈𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙽

Murasakibara Atsushi

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝑀𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓀𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒜𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Size Kink] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Himuro Tatsuya

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚄𝚃𝙾𝙺𝚄

Takao Kazunari ¹

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Midorima Shintarou ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙺𝙰𝙸𝙹𝙾𝚄

Kise Ryouta ¹

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kasamatsu Yukio ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚁𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚉𝙰𝙽

Shirogane Eiji

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁

Aida Kagetora

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

【Ｂａｃｋ　ｔｏ　Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔｓ】

[imaginebeautifulworlds]

Kuroko no Basket

Akashi Seijuro

Afraid (coming soon)

Summary: When Kuroko starts to shine among the Generation of Miracles he introduces you, his best friend, to the guys. Akashi and you start taking a liking to each other, but in your third year of middle school you met a side of Akashi you don't think you're fond of.

Aomine Daiki

Past, Present and Future (coming soon)

Summary: You love your grandfather so much, you accepted his offer to attend Teiko where he was the coach of the basketball team. Being his granddaughter you understand basketball pretty good but never wanted to be a player, instead your become the team’s manager spending most of your time with Momoi and therefore Aomine.

García Alexandra

Haizaki Shogo

Hanamiya Makoto

Hara Kazuya

Hayama Kotaro 

Himuro Tatsuya

Stupid

Summary: Being friends with Tatsuya and Taiga was easy when you were children but growing up and noticing how their rivalry increased was not easy. Like how most things in life are, Tatsuya and Taiga grew apart but your friendship whith the latter became stronger. In fact so strong your parentes decided you would follow him to Japan, and you never expected what was going to happen there.

Part 1

Imayoshi Soichi

Kagami Taiga

Learning How To Treat Women (coming soon)

Summary: Everybody who knew Kagami thought basketball was his only love, but what they didn’t know was the pretty girl in his class. To talk to her he had to do two things he never thought we would do: Ask Kuroko for his help (after seeing the way he calmed Momoi), and swallow his fear of dogs.

Kasamatsu Yukio

Kise Ryota

Kiyoshi Teppei

Kuroko Tetsuya

Smaller Jealousy (coming soon)

Summary: You knew Riko since middle school and despise you being a year younger than her, she was very excited for your entrance to Seirin. So excited she filled the form for the basketball team manager, without telling you, with the intention to spend a lot of time together. Something you liked to talk about with her was something you both share: small boobs.

Mayuzumi Chihiro

Mibuchi Reo

Midorima Shintaro

Momoi Satsuki

Murasakibara Atsushi

Ponytail (coming soon)

Summary: You’re in your second year of high school in Seirin, you’re friends with the basketball team especially with Kiyoshi Teppei, so is only normal to go and support your friends. What you didn’t expect was falling for the tall purple haired guy from Yosen, who a few days ago was very rude towards your best friend, when he tied his hair in a ponytail.

Sakurai Ryo

Takao Kazunari

[b0ther]

ain't even jealousy

you fucking hate the basketball team, but there's no one you hate more than aomine.

pairing : aomine daiki x reader (feminine pronouns. afab) rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content) type : chaptered tags : aomine is a bully im not even kidding he is quite cruel, porn with PLOT, reader is besties with satsuki, reader also has a crush on imayoshi, reader also was wakamatsu's ex, hate sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, vaginal penetration, thigh fucking, semi-clothed sex, some slutshaming going on here, reader has big tits, slight dubcon. word count : 4,323

author's note : title from 'want u back' by cher lloyd. this is comissioned by a dear friend. hope you enjoy mwah. this first chapter (and whole fic im ngl) is centered around the onsen episode.

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After a long and hard day at school, all that you ever really want to do is to quickly get to your part-time job and finish up your shift. Perhaps you can get some convenient store food after that, or go straight home to shower and rest.

Whatever it is that you daydreamed of, it wasn't this.

Satsuki calls out to you, her voice soft against the bristling wind with her lithe arms circle around yours as you try to walk away, dragging her body forcefully with you. She whines your name over and over again, over the beating speaker against your ears before you finally had enough, ripping your headphones off your head, turning to face her.

“Satsuki!” You try to sound stern, but you end up whining in the same tone that she used. You can only be so serious as a high school girl, after all.

Her pink strands fall against her face messily; you use your other hand to tuck them behind her ear as she elongates the way she enunciates your name and begs, begs, begs you to listen to her. “Please! Just—”

“Satsuki!” You groan, shaking her off your body. “I’m busy. I have a part-time job, I’m failing maths, I have club activities. I can’t just… ditch everything and go !”

“You can!” It’s like she was not listening to a single word that you uttered. “It’s a month away and on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday—which you can begin asking for a leave day starting today , they will definitely let you if you do it a month in advance!—and maths!? That’s easy! I’ll teach you!”

You slant your eyes at her, arms crossing on your chest. “Alright. What about my club activities?”

“You mean your journalist club? One that encourages their members to leave their comfort zone in order to bring back interesting stories? One that basically has a crush on the basketball team?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t be dramatic.”

She gasps. “Don’t you love me!?”

“Don’t do this to me…”

“If you love me at all, you wouldn’t even think twice about going with me. Imagine me, a girl, going alone on an all-boys’ trip to some secluded place—”

“You’re being dramatic—” You tried reiterating your point.

“I’m not!” She whines, even louder this time, attracting attention from all the other Touou students around you. “You literally have nothing to lose by coming along! Give me five reasons—five good reasons—and I will literally stop bothering you.”

You shake her off again, and this time, Satsuki lets go and stumbles back a couple of steps as the mischief on her eye continues to shimmer. You have never lost an argument to Satsuki—but there is a first for everything, and you have a feeling that you are going to break some personal records today.

“First,” you take a deep breath as you hold up a finger. “Aomine’s gonna be there—”

“Perfect!” Not giving you a chance to speak, she cuts you off, eyes glimmering like starlight. “You like him!”

She strikes a nerve with this one.

One of your eyes twitches as you cross your arms under your chest. The excited smile on her face fades in an instant, recognizing in an instant that something is wrong.

Recognizing in an instant that something she should have known about is wrong.

She blinks a couple of times, trying to use all that intelligence in her head to analyse the error in what she said (which turns out pretty useless—guess all that she is good for is basketball).

“Have you been paying attention at all?” You begin to blabber after letting out a huge gasp, arms waving around in the air. “We’ve been friends for years— years ! Since the first year of middle school, and you know nothing of  my strong, burning opinion of Aomine!? Flash news, Satsuki, it’s not love!”

“You—” She stammers, “You talk about him a lot!”

“I complain about him a lot!” You correct her, blowing out air in frustration, feeling somewhat betrayed that your best friend had just accused you of liking your archnemesis… your enemy… your… your rival.

The point is! You hate him!

You would rather live in a world without television and the internet and good music if it means that you will have to never hear him say another word.

Aomine.

You shiver in annoyance.

Just saying his name irks the hell out of you. Imagining his face causes a feeling close to that of an explosion in your chest. You just wanna grab him by his face and shove him down a flight of stairs.

You cannot even count all the shitty things he did to you in high school: revealing your crush on Nijimura Shuuzou not just to the then-basketball team captain, but the entire student body; tripping you in the cafeteria multiple times; stealing your undergarments during P.E. and commenting crassly about how you were two sizes under his favourite adult model. Granted, you never told Satsuki about the last thing. That shit was just too embarrassing—you were glad that no one else was in the room when he threw your bra back at you.

Still, your frustration remains at her. Jogging down memory lane boils your wrath, and you close your eyes to calm yourself down.

He’s just a bully.

A damned bully.

And you would be damned if you are going to willingly spend your weekends in the same vicinity as him.

“Well… Dai-chan likes you!”

You roll your eyes.

Yeah, right.

You would agree if she had claimed that he found you attractive, or he thinks you’re hot. But liking you? Highly improbable—impossible, even.

Aomine Daiki does not seem like he is capable of feeling any emotion aside from boredom and mischief. The only thing he loves, or even likes, is probably his beloved Aya-chan from his gravure magazines.

You’re not even sure if he still likes basketball.

Which is a shame—seeing someone so tall gradually shrinking to the size of nothing, even if you despise the guy, the whole ordeal with whatever-the-fuck Satsuki’s basketball team went through still managed to extract some sympathy from the bottom of your heart. You’ve been paying attention to Aomine, after all, albeit not under any positive light.

“Whatever,” from past experiences, you know better than to argue against Satsuki. “I don’t care anymore. And you know what? Aomine himself and your blatant disregard of your best friend’s feelings—me!—should be enough to fit all five criterias!”

You know that look in her eyes, the way her lips press against each other and how one of her hands is clenched into a fist. 

“I’ve been friends with him for 16 years, (Y/N),” she bumps her fist against her chest in pride. “Best friends, even! I know him better than you do!”

You scoff. “People who like someone don’t bully them, Satsuki. Open your eyes.”

“He isn’t bullying you!” She groans.

“Oh, so now not only are you attempting to kidnap me, but you’re also defending my bully?”

“Argh!” Satsuki hugs your arm again, earning her a groan from you. She calls out your name again, enunciating each and every syllable. “ Pleeeaaaaseeee? You don’t have to pay a single dime! You don’t even have to see Dai-chan if you want to. Imayoshi-san will be there—you like him, right?”

You slant your eyes at her in suspicion, not buying anything she just told you. You just know that you will have to see Aomine sooner or later if you come with her to the onsen. 

“No man is ever worth that much headache, Satsuki.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, still shaking you ferociously. “But it’s Imayoshi-san!”

You decided to come along. Because of course you did.

It’s either that, or Satsuki pestering you for the rest of the month, bringing either Imayoshi or Aomine or whoever she thinks will get your attention.

And Imayoshi Shouichi? Sure. He’s hot as hell.

But is he worth dealing with Aomine?

You like to think not.

Satsuki dragged you along to a basketball team meeting—the one that would be discussing the practice trip and the whole onsen ordeal.

It wasn’t like you needed to be there at all. You know just a little more than the average person about basketball. All that you were preparing for the onsen was your clothes and deciding whether it’s you or Satsuki who should be bringing her hairdryer.

“Why me?” You said, crossing your arms when the attention of the entire basketball team was redirected towards you, and Imayoshi laughed. The only problem they were facing was convincing Aomine to come along.

And you were happy with not being the babysitter. You were happy with twiddling your skirt as you sat on the edge of the stage of the hall, scrolling down your social media timeline as the team argued on how to get that blue-haired freak into coming.

That was until Satsuki ruined your afternoon by offering up your name.

To your surprise, everyone in the team seemingly agreed almost immediately to offer you as a sacrificial lamb to feed Aomine’s ego and coax him to at least come to the trip.

“He likes you,” Wakamatsu scoffed when you asked why, and you glared at him, but said nothing. Out of respect, you guess, to the upperclassman. It’s not like you respect him, though. You’re on bad terms with a lot of the basketball team, but no matter your disagreements with Wakamatsu, you will never dislike him the way you loathe Aomine.

“He does have a soft spot for you,” Imaoyshi mused as he flashed you a smile—and lord , you cannot say no to Imayoshi. Especially when he’s being so nice.

You saw Satsuki smirking from the corner of your eyes and internally cursed her.

That was how you found yourself climbing the ladder leading to the rooftop. 

And that was how you found Aomine with one hand between his backpack and head, and the other holding an obscene magazine.

He doesn’t even spare you a single glance—probably thought you were another manager or even worse: Satsuki again. But the moment you open your mouth to call out to him, his head snaps in your direction, an eyebrow raised in amusement as he pushes himself to rest his body against his elbows.

“What are you doing here?”

You try not to let your rage spill. You try to keep the boiling water down. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and continue to climb the ladder before approaching him.

Think rational, you think to yourself, he hadn’t even said anything yet.

“The Captain wants to see you,” you manage to say between your gritted teeth, staring down at him before looking away. Imayoshi didn’t ask you to make Aomine see him, but Aomine probably respects Imayoshi more than you, so you try to throw him under the bus just to get out of the situation quicker.

“Imayoshi-san?” He frowns before repeating his initial question: “What the fuck are you doing here?”

I want to punch him.

“You own this roof or something?”

“Calm down,” he scoffs, tilting his head before eyeing your body up and down. You shift your weight into your other leg, ignoring the uneasy feeling on the pit of your stomach. “I just wanted to know.”

Sighing, you glance up at the sunny sky, sweat starting to form on the base of your neck and you are dying to leave at that very moment. You shelter your eyes from the sunlight, despite finding it more appealing than Aomine’s face.

“We’re discussing the practice trip thing—whatever, and also the onsen trip,” you lazily explain, not bothering to hide your disinterest. “Imayoshi-senpai wants you to be present for the meeting. Obviously.”

You cannot fathom the fact that you were explaining his basic responsibilities as a club member to him. What a fucking child.

“You coming with us?”

His focus seems to be misplaced, and you glare at the sky, imagining it was his stupid face.

“I’m going with Satsuki,” you correct, still not willing to look at him. “I don’t give two shits about you or the basketball team.”

“Hey,” he sits up, wrapping his fingers around your wrist before tugging your body towards him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

You scoff, finally letting your gazes meet before pulling your hand away. “Fuck off.”

He, in fact, does not fuck off.

Aomine pulls on your wrist again, this time hard enough for you to lose your balance and fall, your knees landing on the coarse floor as the bottom of your skirt rides up your thighs. The skin of your knees scraping against the gravelled surface and you curse, jerking your hand away only to immediately shove his shoulder.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You shriek, annoyed at how he remains unmoving even as you push him again.

He towers you, even when sitting, and keeps his eyes peering down at you.

Maybe it’s the heat that day; summer has just ended, but even the soft Autumn breeze cannot conceal the searing flare creeping up the skin of your cheeks. Aomine slants his eyes and grabs your wrist yet again—you weren’t quick enough to retract away from his athletic instincts, and so, you fall again when he pulls you in closer.

You hiss in pain as your knees drag more against the floor, desperate to find your balance only to grab on his shoulders.

“Hey,” He calls out to you, a lame attempt for your attention. “Look,” he says again, and your dumb ass looks.

He grabs the magazine on his lap and tautens the pages together, showing you the spread where he left off before you interrupted his peaceful afternoon. “(Y/N), remember Aya-chan?”

The girl that ruined your life?

How can you forget?

You cannot hide the distaste in your eyes as your eyes scan her beautiful, black hair falling against the sheer material of her white uniform top. The black lace bra she was wearing underneath is apparent as she pushes her two tits against each other, legs spread to reveal an equally seductive pattern on her panties.

Before you even realise, Aomine’s arm begins to wrap itself around your waist as he holds you up, fingers creeping up the side of your torso, tracing invisible lines before resting on one of your breasts. Your stomach begins to churn in excitement, embarrassingly enough, and you press your legs instinctively when the muscle between your thighs tighten as he continues fondling you.

You circle your arm around his neck under the pretence of keeping your balance.

“Mhmm…” He clicks his tongue, resting his face on the side of your upper arm—his nose touching the side of your tit as his hand palms your other one. “I feel like you’re no longer two sizes under Aya-chan. Maybe a size under? Maybe the same size?”

You grit your teeth. “You talk big. Have you ever seen her outside your magazine? She probably edits her photos.”

He grins, gaze shifting to drink in your frustration. “No, but you’re real, and I’m groping you right now. Isn’t that better?”

“Better than your pretty Aya-chan?”

Aomine raises an eyebrow, humming knowingly. You can’t even believe the word escaping your mouth.

“You have a cute side to you after all,” He muses after a short, mocking whistle. “What do you want me to say? Want me to tell you how much better you are than her?”

“Want you to shut the fuck up.”

“Calm down, tiger.” He laughs, pulling away from your arm. He tosses the magazine to the side, straightening his back to press a short kiss to the peak of your cheekbone. His hand begins to work; he slowly kneads your breast while continuously trailing kisses down to your ears. Your nipples brush against the fabric of your damned lace bra, and he stops for a moment only to tug on where your bud is protruding.

A whimper leaves your mouth.

“Excited are we?” He whispers, voice dropping lower as he presses his lips against your ears. “I like hearing you like that.”

“Shut up,” you run out of words, turning your head to the other side, exposing your neck to him. Which turns out to be a bad idea, as he takes it as a sign to sweep his tongue over the skin of your neck.

“A–Aomine—”

“God,” he chuckles. “Who would’ve guessed that you can be this sexy?”

He pulls away from your neck, and drags his hand from your tits to rub against your torso, feeling the material of your uniform. He presses one hand on the small of your back, pressing his forehead against yours. In a swift motion, he pulls on your body, drawing out a squeak as he lays you down against the concrete floor.

“What if…” he trails, rubbing a thumb under your eye as he hovers over rested body. Your cheeks sear with heat, alongside your chest and the pulsating on your cunt. “...I just fuck you right here?”

“W-what?” You whimper.

He laughs. “I’m hard as hell. You made me this way.”

“You were the one groping my tits!”

“You liked it,” he shrugs, pushing himself off of you, forcing both your legs open as he moves between them. His fingers begin to unbutton your uniform, unravelling the bra you are wearing underneath. Sucking in a deep breath, he stops midway down your torso, and without taking his eyes off your chest, he asks, “Want me to stop?”

Your cheeks flare, and you don’t answer him. You don;t even look at him.

He takes a quick glance at your expression.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“...Whatever.”

A wide smirk forms on his face, fingers continuing to unbutton your uniform all the way down.

“Do me a favour and get up for a bit,” he murmurs, pressing one of his hands against your back once again to get you to sit up. The feeling of his palm against your bare skin sends you to shivers, coupled with the soft wind whistling between the two of you.

“What’re you—”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his fingers fumble with the hook of your bra. It took him two wrong moves before getting it right with the third—the fabric loosens around your body, and you pull him closer to conceal your humiliated expression.

“See,” Aomine chuckles after some awkward motion, tossing your stupid bra to the side when he finally gets it off. “You’re so pretty like this.”

“Shut up,” you groan, nails digging into his skin deeper and deeper.

He pulls himself away from your grip, taking a nice hold on your torso to pull your ass up his lap, letting you fall against the hard floor again.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, roaming his touches against your legs. His eyes cannot leave the heaves of your jugs.

“Stop fucking staring,” your hiss, trying to pull your uniform together, hiding your chest away from him.

Aomine scoffs, using one hand to unbuckle his pants. Your eyes travelled from his face to the loose button on his collar to the wet stain on the grey briefs around his hips to the bulge underneath them.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He tilts his head at your question, furrowing his eyebrows as he takes his cock out from under his briefs. “Fucking you?”

The precum leaks from the tip of his cock, little drops of white strings rolling down his length. He pulls your hips closer to his body and presses it flat against your soaked panties.

He groans at the contact. Your warm slick welcomes him entirely as he presses more against the fabric, rubbing his tip along the length of your pussy.

“S’that feel good?” He whispers, hastily hooking his fingers on your panties, pulling it up your legs, then tossing it to go with your bra. He presses his arm on the side of your head, leaning into you again.

“Don’t put it in,” you whine, trying to hold back your hips from rolling. “You’re gonna get me pregnant.”

“You can’t say shit like that,” he groans against your neck. He positions the tip of his cock against your cunt, and even with your sopping lips, you aren’t sure if you are ready to accommodate his size at all. 

“You don’t want to be a teen dad,” you bite your lower lip, hand going to rub his neck.

“I wanna fuck you, though,” he breathes, using his thumb to run along your wet slit. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside’a you.”

You tremble with his words, feeling two of his fingers now circling your pussy. “D— don’t be stupid.”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, making your cunt wish it has something to tighten around. “D’you know how long I’ve been wanting to get you like this?”

He pushes himself off of you, and holds your wounded knees as he watches your chest heaves, heavy tits rolling with every staggered breath. He flips your skirt over, exposing even more of your cunt to the chill.

He rubs his length against your slick, his tip now pushing against your swelling clit. “I’d jack off and wonder if you were tighter than my fist,” he wraps his cock with his hand and places it again on your entrance, pushing in a slow, deliberate motion.

Between your drooping eyelids, you saw him inaudibly mutter a curse.

“Used to wanna fight Wakamatsu ‘cus he’d stuff this pussy all he wanted. Right?” He scoffs with a stupid, satisfied smile that you wish you could wipe off his face. “Shame that you broke it off, huh? Did he dump you when he realised how much of a whore you are?”

“Shut up…”

“Well, I don’t care. More fun for me.”

“Aomine—“

“Who else have you fucked in the basketball team?” He grunts. “In Touou?”

“Shut— shut the…”

You slap the back of your hand against your mouth—not willing at all to let him hear you be satisfied with his size—biting down on the flesh as he pushes his cock in. All of his cock in.

“Aomine—”

His cock is dragging against your wall, kissing every possible inch of your insides. Your hole continues to burn as he stretches you wide open, draining every last bit of energy from inside of you.

“ F-fuck…”

Your hand goes to fondle your own tit, rolling your hard nipple between your fingers, sloppily trying to garner more and more pleasure. His dick fills you more and more, stuffing you full, before finally stopping.

“Don’t act all reserved now,” he raises an eyebrow as you mewl out his name. He stays still for a moment, a bud of sweat rolling down his temple before pulling out of your homey cunt. “You don’t have to lie.”

Aomine bites his lips, letting his cock rest between your pussy lips. He sees the way they engulf his dick, moving his hips to rub against your core.

“Letting me fuck you on the school rooftop,” he murmurs, “where’s your fucking self-respect? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t your first time getting dicked down up here.”

Your eyes slant up at him, but he quickly shuts down any of your retaliation by pressing his thumb flat against your clit, slowly circling the nub. Your teeth press down hard on your bottom lips.

“We aren’t— we are not …” You babble, putting a thumb between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning, “...having sex.”

He scoffs, drinking in how your eyes roll with your head turned to the side.

“I was inside you just a moment ago.”

Filthy noise of his cock squelching against your cunt filled the air—if someone were to come after you, they would hear Aomine’s dick fucking your pussy lips.

“Fuck,”Aomine spits, pressing your legs tightly against each other then down on your lips.

“A-ah,” You gasp as he drills into your thighs, the tip of his cock rubbing quick and hard against your swollen clit. “Oh my God—”

“Are you cummin’?” He breathes, one hand reaching to roll your tit on his hand. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at the nickname. He snickers, “You’re so sexy like this, y’know that?”

Your back arches, little whimpers of encouragement swallow your pride whole as you fall completely into him. Aomine grunts at the expression, seeing the lewd expression on your face. He picks up the pace, slamming his hips against your ass.

“M’gonna cum,” he hisses. “Fuck. Wish I could shoot my load into your tight little cunt.”

“Fuck it,” you manage to spit between your groans, “F-fuck it. Just— oh God, just don’t stop—”

Your words rile him up even more—he tightens his grip on your leg, his fingers bruising your fragile skin. Your head begins to spin. Your slam your fists against the ground and your mind numbing orgasm comes the moment strings of Aomine’s thick, white cum comes flying down your skirt and stomach.

“Shit,” he loosens the grip on your legs, letting them fall even with your still convulsing ass and core. His gaze stays on the tip of his dick, the white cum oozing from it, then to your face—your parted lips, dumb eyes, and the sweat dripping down the side of your head down your neck.

He feels himself getting harder as he watches your plump lips whine, wondering how they would wrap around his thick length, if the colour of your lipstick would stain the veins of his cock.

“You coming to the onsen trip?” Aomine tries to distract himself.

You roll over, blindly reaching out for the bra that he tossed God knows where.

“Fuck you.”

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Not so Subtle- Aomine x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: April 8th, 2024

Description: Hiii omg could you write something for Aomine Daiki? Female reader, tall, large chest and midsize pretty please 🙏🏽 Ok, so it would take place after Seirin's win of the Winter Cup (so he's less of an asshole, but still yk). New girl student, settling in really good, she's pretty, funny, confident and witty. So he can only like, like her. They banter a lot and get friends really fast, fall in love, yadayada. Summed up: friends to lover, female/tall/witty/large chest/midsize reader OH! Bonus if you can make a scene with Kagami showing some interest in her.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution. I had a ton of fun writing this! The reader's physical appearance doesn't come up much, but as I was writing i considered her to be around 5'10" so she was slightly taller than Momoi and slightly shorter than Aomine. Also, reader's conversation with Kagami can be interpreted as having visited or being from America.

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Starting at a new school halfway through the year is a terrible experience. The easiest way to make new friends is to bond over being in a new environment, having few to no friends, and the stress of exams. Showing up in January skips over all of that and leaves you to make new friends with your own social skills.

“Hi! I’m L/n Y/n, can I join you guys for lunch?”

“Hi! I’m L/n Y/n, can I be on your team today?”

“Oh, hey, you walk home this way too? I’m L/n Y/n.”

Y/n has no idea why her parents were so worried about starting her in a new school so late in the year. This was easy. Sure not everyone she talked with ended up being her friend, but she’d somehow ended up involved with the basketball team.

Scratch that, she knew exactly how she’d wound up as one of the basketball team’s managers.

“Y/n-chan!” Momoi squeals, through herself at the other woman’s back.

Momoi’s arms wrap around Y/n’s shoulders and the woman leans forward so that Momoi is laying on her back as they both laugh. When Y/n stands back up Momoi carefully drops back to the floor and links their arms together.

“Sa-chan, welcome back. Over your cold?”

“Mhm.”

The two continued over to the gym. Momoi was practically leaning against Y/n with her head on the taller woman’s shoulder as she complained about the last few days.

“Dai-chan didn’t even visit me! Let’s see how he likes it when I don’t visit him next time he’s sick. He probably wasn’t even practicing,” she grumbled.

“Hate to break it to you but he was.”

“Of course he was, seriously, I thought losing to Seirin-”

“No, I mean he was practicing.”

Momoi stopped, hand outstretched to the gym door, and turned to face Y/n. The annoyed pout she’d been sporting during her rant morphed into a wide smile.

“Really?! I’m so glad.”

Y/n laughed, reaching past Momoi and opening the door.

“I mean, I had to hunt him down yesterday because he skipped class and fell asleep, but ya he's been-”

The squeaking sound of shoes on the gym floor, followed by a dunk and yelling cut her off. The managers looked over to the hoop on the far end of the court and found Aomine being chewed out by Wakamatsu. Aomine’s attention, however, was drawn towards the women as the sound of the door closing echoed through the gym. He waved, turning Wakamatsu’s attention away from him and allowing him to slip away to the stage.

“Momoi, welcome back, are you feeling better?”

“Much, thank you!”

“Aomine!” Y/n yelled, stopping the forward half way across the gym. “Apologize.”

“I didn’t do shit!”

“That’s the problem!” Wakamatsu complained. “You absolutely could have stopped that dunk.”

“Dai-chan-”

“I wouldn’t worry about it.” All eyes turned to Y/n who’d taken a seat on the stage. “I mean, I’m sure that red haired dude from Seirin would love to get some dunks past him, Aomine’s just being considerate.”

“Hah?”

The rest of the team turned away, covering their mouths, to stifle their laughter as Aomine’s face visibly twitched in annoyance. Momoi cleared her throat and took a deep breath.

“Dai-chan, practice seriously. Seirin will be here soon.”

It was still weird for the team to see Aomine listen to people. Sure he dragged his feet plenty, in this case literally as he made his way back to Wakamatsu and the rest of the team, but since the Winter cup he was seemingly more open to suggestions. And when suggestions didn’t work, the new manager seemed adept at getting under his skin enough to make him want to do whatever it was he needed to.

Momoi joined Y/n on the stage and pulled her clipboard out of her bag.

“He likes you,” Momoi whispered as she flipped through papers to find her notes on Seirin.

“Not this again.”

“He listens to you, he doesn’t even listen to me!”

“He listens to you.”

“Only if he already wants to do whatever it is, remember last week when we were studying? He tried to take a nap and he only went back to studying after you asked.”

“Okay, he likes me… as a friend that he acknowledges won’t deal with his bullshit.”

Momoi rolls her eyes and hands Y/n the clipboard before resting her chin on her shoulder to see the paper.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Momoi muttered. “Alright, so…”

As the team got some last minute practice in, Momoi gave Y/n a last minute crash course on Seirin.

Just as they were getting to the bench players, Momoi’s phone rang.

“Tetsu!” She squealed as she accepted the call and slid off the stage. The team stopped practicing and Wakamatsu got everyone to start cleaning up. “How did you guys get lost?”

“Yo.” Y/n looked to her right to find Aomine leaning against the stage. He slid a piece of paper over to her feet, the number 74 was written and circled in red marker. “Thanks.”

“Seventy-four, nice.” She picked up the test and gave it a quick once over. “Impressive, you didn’t get a zero on any of the questions.”

“Ya, well I had an okay teacher.”

“Sa-chan got a ninety and I got a ninety-eight, so you own us ice-cream today.”

Rolling his eyes, Aomine snatched back his test and stuffed it in his bag. 

“Sorry we’re late!” A chorus of voices called out.

The two first years turned to find the Seirin basketball team, being led in by Momoi, taking their shoes off. Momoi skipped over to her friends and grabbed Y/n’s hands, pulling her from the stage.

“Come on, there’s someone you need to meet!”

“Alright, I’m coming. We’ll talk more after the game, Aomine!”

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Tōō won, ending twenty points ahead of Seirin. Not unexpectedly as Kuroko’s misdirection was completely useless and Kiyoshi was gone. What was unexpected was the way Aomine seemed to be targeting Kagami, whether that be scoring through Seirin’s ace or shutting down as many of his scoring attempts as possible. During the break after the first half, Wakamtsu had chewed the ace out for showing off.

“We’re winning, aren’t we?”

“This isn’t about winning, it’s about getting better!”

Aomine had just shrugged.

“I think he’s jealous,” Momoi whispered after the players had left at the end of the break.

“We’re in the middle of a game.”

“I think it’s because you were talking with Kagami.”

“You were the one who said I should meet him,” Y/n huffed.

“I had to test a theory.”

“What theory?”

Momoi glanced over at Y/n, but was cut off by the coach clearing his throat.

Seirin headed out almost immediately after the game, while the Tōō players cleaned the gym. This time, Y/n walked them back to the bus stop so that they wouldn't get lost again. When she got back, she found Aomine sitting on the steps with her bag.

“Where’s Sa-chan?”

“She left, said she was feeling kind of tired and wanted a rain check on her ice-cream.”

Aomine handed Y/n her bag, and the two made their way to the school entrance.

“No post-match debriefing today?”

“I have no idea, everyone was being weird as fuck.”

Y/n nodded slowly. It was a logical conclusion that Momoi had introduced her to Kagami to make Aomine jealous, and that she’d convinced the team to clear out before she got back so that they’d be alone. Skipping ahead, Y/n turned around to face Aomine and kept walking backwards. It didn’t seem like they were being watched.

“Speaking of weird as fuck-oof.”

“Wall.”

“Fuck you,” Y/n grumbled, making Aomine laugh as she stepped around the wall and on to the sidewalk. “What was up during today’s game?”

“What about it?”

“Sa-chan thinks you’re jealous.”

“Tch, jealous of what?”

Y/n shrugged. “Race you to the convenience store!”

“Hey!”

Obviously Y/n didn’t plan to win. Aomine pulled ahead of her almost immediately, once he recovered from the surprise, and maintained a decent lead to arrive at the store just before her without leaving her completely in the dust. He laughed as she finally arrived and immediately collapsed against the side of the building, trying to catch her breath.

“So, what’s my prize?” He grins, bracing an arm above her and leaning in so they were eye level.

She raised her index finger to his face.

“Would you like to cash your prize in now or save up?”

“Why did Satsuki say I was jealous?”

“That’s what you want your prize to be?”

Y/n straightened up and joined Aomine in leaning sideways against the wall.

“Answer the question or you’re buying ice-cream.”

“Ah.”

Pushing off the wall, Y/n grabbed the front of Aomine’s shirt and pulled him into the store after her. The two made a B-line for the frozen section at the back.

“She thought you’d be jealous I was talking with Kagami,” Y/n shrugged, picking up Aomine’s favorite popsicle and her own.

The sound of the freezer closing filled the store, and the buzzing of the lights seemed incredibly loud in the silence that followed. Y/n looked over at Aomine to find him staring at her. She held out his popsicle, waving in front of his face when he didn’t immediately take it.

“What were you two talking about?”

“Huh?”

“You and Kagami. Why was he blushing?”

“Oh my god you’re jealous,” Y/n mumbled.

Aomine grabbed his popsicle and pushed the back of her head as he walked towards the counter. A wide grin spread across Y/n’s face as she chased after him, setting her treat next to his.

“We were talking about America and he was blushing because I said it was cute that he and his brother have matching rings.”

“Don’t call him cute.”

“I didn’t call him cute, I called the idea of having matching rings cute.”

“I could get us matching rings,” Aomine muttered.

The sound of the convenience store bell nearly drowned his voice out as they left the store, but Y/n was right on his heels and barely caught it.

“Sa-chan also said you like me.”

Y/n ran right into Aomine’s back when he stopped suddenly. She watched the back of his head as she unwrapped her treat and started eating.

“I think it’s funny that everyone thinks I haven’t figured it out.” Aomine’s shoulders tense up. “I mean, I wouldn’t say you’re subtle when you look at my boobs.” 

Y/n gently kicks the back of Aomine’s heel, urging him to keep walking. When he didn’t move she sidestepped him and started walking in front of him.

When he didn’t keep walking with her, she turned around.

He didn’t look stunned, definitely flushed, but he looked impatient– like he’d been waiting for her to turn around. Y/n inclined her head.

“You could’ve said something.”

“I could’ve,” Y/n shrugged as she walked back up to Aomine. “But I wanted to see the great Aomine grovel, just a bit.”

He frowned.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you need to ask me out.”

“Go out with me.”

Y/n sighed. “That wasn’t a question.”

“Nope, now let’s go get burgers.”

Aomine opened his popsicle and wrapped his free arm around Y/n’s shoulder as the two headed down the street.

[t-marveland]

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐍𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭 | aomine daiki

Aomine Daiki x Reader

Warning : aucun

Mots : 59

Masterlist

❝━ Whaou ! (T/P), t'es trop forte ! S'exclama Wakamatsu en passant son bras autour de tes épaules.❞

Aomine écarquilla les yeux, surpris de te voir en compagnie de ses coéquipiers. Et lorsqu'il te vit rigoler et taper dans leurs mains, ses sourcils se froncèrent de jalousie.

❝━ Oi, la touchez pas ! Cria-t-il en s'approchant dangereusement.❞

[2dhimbo-mp3]

wakamatsu: bro you need to start coming to practice like now

aomine: 🎶 I don’t give a fuck, EVEN IF YOU THINK I SHOULD. BITCH. NIGGA. i don’t give no fuck.🎶

IFYKYK

[bokutosbiceps]

Is number 16 possible with Wakamatsu Kousuke?

yessirrfoienlgewk i will always write for my angry boi waka :))) 

- Pocky

“Can you please come out, y/n?” Wakamatsu begged through the door to your shared bedroom. His voice was uncharacteristically soft, making your resolve soften just a bit and motivate you to stop pouting at the wall.

“No.” You said shortly.

“What did I even do, baby?” You heard the door handle jiggle and an exasperated grunt from your boyfriend. “Pleeeease.”

He began to whine. You ignored it. But then he continued to whine–which you couldn’t continue to ignore. You jumped up and off the bed to storm over to the door and swing it open. You were immediately caught and wrapped up in Wakamatsu’s strong embrace.

“Let go.” You demanded, pushing at the basketball player’s arms. He didn’t budge. He lifted you up off of the carpet and carried you over to the living room where he threw you down on the couch and quickly went to work with his fingers. He lightly ran them up and down your sides, under your armpits, and against the space between your neck and shoulders.

Your tough and angry facade was broken, your resolve completely snapped, and you let out a loud laugh, making Wakamatsu’s face and eyes light up. You started to slap at his hands, begging through gasps and giggles for mercy.

“I’ll stop if you tell me what’s wrong.” Wakamatsu teased, moving his face closer to yours and starting to place light kisses on your lips and nose.

“Okay, okay!” You yelled out in defeat, catching your breath once he had relented on the tickling.

“So what is it?” He asked, his eyes un-moving and focused on yours; he looked genuinely concerned as to what he could’ve done to make you so mad at him. You huffed and started to fidget, playing with your fingers and keeping your eyes locked on them.

“Earlier, when we were talking about the team and how Momoi is so helpful to you guys, it made me feel kind of…unappreciated. She’s not the only one who does stuff for you guys. I cook for you guys all the time and I let them stay here when you have meetings and stuff, but I’ve never really heard a thank you.” You said slowly.

You felt like such a bitch for complaining about something like this, but you tried to always be open with Wakamatsu because you loved him so much.

“Oh, baby, I never meant to hurt you.” Wakamatsu apologized, scooting closer to you and bringing you into his arms. He ran his fingers through your hair and sighed. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You make me a better man, and I’m so thankful for you every day.”

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

of loathing and love | yandere!wakamatsu kousuke x reader x yandere!imayoshi shouichi

for the three(! boy these two are popular) anons who requested imayoshi + wakamatsu combined. i kinda blended your asks together in this so i hope y'all still like it :D wakamatsu is always fun to write

also, for anon who wrote a long long time ago "Thank you for writing that Wakamatsu piece! He's my absolute favorite Character and seeing you write him made me smile so bad <33 (and gotta admit now I can't stop thinking about it...I hope you'll write for him again at some point<3)", this is partially for you. you deserve all the wakamatsu fics in the world <3

the aforementioned wakamatsu piece can be found here

Wakamatsu really does try.

He knows you don’t like it when he grows irate; he knows it’s irrational to get upset by you spending time with friends; he knows it’s stupid to allow his anger to escalate to yells and slammed doors. He dreams of a day where his instinct to intimidate, that has served him so well on the court, would remember its place when he’s talking to you, so he could stand by your side as an equal rather than a menacing presence that brings you nothing but suffering.

Whenever the fury rises, he counts to ten to calm it down as best as he can. He bites down on his tongue till it bleeds to refrain from a cutting remark that will make you cry. He punches stone walls until his knuckles are purple, all for the sake of getting some self control. Not taking his emotions out on you.

He really fucking hates when you cry.

He hates it even more when it’s because of him.

But Imayoshi’s got a way with words. Like a wizard, he can raise the waves of Wakamatsu’s madness until they’re a tsunami headed straight for you. Whenever he rests an arm on Wakamatsu’s shoulder, smiles that calculating smile, and turns to whisper in the blonde’s ear, Wakamatsu knows it’s too late. He can only pray that maybe this time it won’t be so bad. That Imayoshi’s words (of how you’re going to abandon them both, how you’ve never loved them, and“can’t you see the loathing in their eyes?”) will be weaker this time. Easier to defend against.

Except Imayoshi is only getting stronger, his taunts ever the more potent. Every single time without fail he sets Wakamatsu off.

In his nightmares, Wakamatsu rewatches these scenes over and over again. Himself raging and dangerous; you, cowering in the corner of the room, sobbing with fear, as Imayoshi holds you against his chest, hiding you from the beast in such a way that you can’t see the grin spreading across his face as he watches his junior. The aftermath: where Wakamatsu desperately tries to get your attention to apologise as you squirm, on high alert for an escape route, hoping to appease him through a quiet “I forgive you” even though all three of you can tell that you don’t mean it.

If only, thinks Wakamatsu, you would realise that both of you are pawns in Imayoshi’s grand game, where he entertains himself with the suffering of the people he claims to care about the most. If only you knew how, when he’s seething, he can barely breathe, and the way he sees red everywhere makes him nauseous.

All Wakamatsu wants is to bring back the feeling of puppy love. He misses the days before the three of you got so close, when the relationship was no more than that of manager and teammates, when you were happy to tease him and goof around with him whilst Imayoshi chuckled and played along. The days when he went to sleep, warm inside with the feeling of a youthful crush. Now all he has is anger, bitterness and sorrow.

And this will never change, not while Imayoshi remains omniscient and ever-present, the devil hidden in your shadow. Yet what can Wakamatsu do but grin and bear it? It’s too late now; you would never choose him over Imayoshi, especially not with Imayoshi purring warnings in your ear. Imayoshi’s just too powerful, too full of darkness and wisdom for Wakamatsu to ever be able to win against him. Manipulating the strands of the evil within Wakamatsu is child’s play to him.

Wakamatsu was always a flawed man - who isn’t? - but Imayoshi has made once innocent imperfections lethal. All that’s left is to hope that one day you will understand that he tried with all his heart to bring you joy.

He has tried his very best.

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Tōō Academy Masterlist - Kuroko no Basuke

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

Also, If you want a commission for a one-shot or a series, you can click this link:

Commission

Hello Everyone. I’m starting a commission. If you want a request, you can message me in here, Wattpad and Quotev.  I'm going to make a com

ERINA WRITES- HAIKYUU, HETALIA, KNB

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Aomine Daiki

Taking care of Sick S/O 🍭❤️

Spending time with their S/O in Rainy Days🧸❤️🍭

Having an Unathletic S/O ❤️🍭🧐

Getting Jealous Headcannons🍭❤️

Dating Headcanons❤️🍭

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Imayoshi Shoichi

Taking care of Sick S/O 🍭❤️

S/O Visiting Them and The Team Didn't Know About Them Dating❤️🍭😂

Having an Unathletic S/O ❤️🍭🧐

Having S/O Who Speaks Chinese🧸❤️🍭🧐

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Sakurai Ryō

Taking care of Sick S/O 🍭❤️

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Wakamatsu Kōsuke

-Empty-

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Susa Yoshinori

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Momoi Satsuki

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[thewritetofreespeech]

can you do some more knb kids hcs, but with like the secondary characters?

I’m not sure what ‘secondary characters’ meant to you, so I just went with all my B list babes. (No offense to anyone)

KnB Kids Headcanon (Secondary Characters)

Junpei Hyūga

Interested in having kids, but probably a late bloomer on the subject

1 or 2

Would prefer boys, but not against having a girl

Daddy’s toys are his toys. Nobody touches them!

Will buy them their own figures when they are old enough so they can have epic battles on the kitchen table

“Yes we have to use the kitchen table. It’s the only space big enough for calvary offensives!”

Teppei Kiyoshi

Wants kids

Already the ‘Dad friend’ so it’s not a big leap for him

3-4 kids. Boys and girls.

Always been secretly jealous of big families

Probably something else he’s jealous of Mura-kun for

Attentive dad. Would be very interested in being a stay-at-home papa

Shun Izuki

Would like to have kids

2-3 children. All or majority girls

Really good at doing his girls hair. We’re talking braid, updos, the works

Possibly due to having only sisters

Dad jokes for days

Tutors or helps them with their math homework since it’s his best subject. Goes much better than teaching Kagami.

Kazunari Takao

Into having kids

He’s canonly really good with kids, so would want to have 3-4

Has a lot of experience parenting with Midorima (cause let’s face it, the boy takes care of our four eyed little green nerd)

Super chill dad

Disciplines when he needs to, but most of the time is like ‘yeah, don’t break anything, but do what you want’.

See him being a teacher in the future, and instructor for at least one of all his kid’s classes. Don’t know why

Tatsuya Himuro

Would like to have kids

Small family. Just the 1. Maybe 2 if it happens.

Gender is irrelevant but I see him being better with daughters

Play dates with ‘Uncle Kagami’ and his kids!!

Uses his Perfect Fake to catch his kids if they try to run off

Really good at tag thanks to it

Shoichi Imayoshi

Indifferent to the concept.

Like with Midorima, it’s something he just assumes you do when you’re older

Two little girls. Preferably twins. Both sharing their father’s Cheshire like grin.

Woe unto he who makes his little princesses cry

Fishing trips with Daddy!

Super fun festival time with traditional kimonos and yukata

Kōsuke Wakamatsu

Maybe when he’s older and calmed down a bit

Kid’s take patience and, lets face it, it’s not a virtue of the Too Taichou

Two sons. Would not have any idea what to do with a girl.

His poor s/o. It’s probably very loud around their house.

Is a very dedicated father though. Believes in hard work, and rewards for hard work

Would be low key super pissed if Aomine did have kids and his kids were friends with them

Ryō Sakurai

Likes kids

They’re small and cute and probably one of the few things he can feel confident around

Would want 1 child with his s/o. Little girl with his big eyes.

Back on his rapid apology habit with his s/o is pregnant

Not sure what to do or if what he is doing is right

A+ with the pregnancy cravings. Makes all the food for his baby and baby

[aomine-ryo]

I just got my braces off about 4 days ago and idk if I like how I look yet cause of my confidence issues but could you do Aomine, Taiga, Murasakibara, Wakamatsu and maybe Haikzaki comforting their S/O I also use she/her pronouns! Thanks luv :) I hope you had a great Christmas if you celebrate if not a great 25th!

Oh god it’s been over a month since Christmas,, I’ve been so awful at posting I’m sorry!! For the record though, my Christmas was quite nice 😂 Anyways, I really wasn’t too sure while I was writing this but I hope you like it!!

Scenario: Kagami, Aomine, Murasakibara, Wakamatsu and Haizaki comforting their s/o

Didn’t find myself needing to use any pronouns here so I think anyone can read it!

Kagami

When it comes to being boyfriend— no, husband material, Kagami takes the cake. He’s so sweet and thoughtful towards you that you knew you could always go to him about anything. But sometimes there are things that afraid to talk to even him about because of your own insecurities.

Any kind of change tends to overwhelm you, especially if it had to do with your appearance— which is probably why you hated haircuts even if it was just a trim. However, this wasn’t just an issue of haircuts. You finally got your braces off.

Whilst you were a bit excited about it at first, once it was done you weren’t too sure about it anymore. Of course, you got a lot of comments about it when you went to school the next day, though most of the time it was just a statement rather than a proper compliment. “Oh Y/N, you got your braces off! Cool.” And that was about it.

You hated the attention, especially because you weren’t sure about the way it looked yourself. So you kept your talking to a minimum that day.

When school was over, you met Kagami outside the gate so that you could walk home together like you usually would. You quickly realised that it was inevitable that you had to talk to him.

“Hey babe, how was your day?” He beamed, patting your head as a way of greeting you as if you were a puppy.

“It was okay,” you mumbled.

Kagami furrowed his brows and looked at you again, trying to read your expressions to see if he missed anything that gave away any bad mood. “Doesn’t sound okay. Why are you talking like that?”

“It’s not—“

“Ooh you got your braces taken off! Lemme see,” Kagami said excitedly as you let out a groan.

“No, it looks weird,” you whined as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“I doubt it. Come on, you’re going to have to show me eventually,” Kagami pleaded as you kept walking and trying to act like it wasn’t bothering you.

You just shook your head no as you continued walking while Kagami trailed behind you.

“So are you just never gonna talk to me?” Kagami sighed.

You shrugged in response.

“Hm, I guess that means no more kisses,” Kagami said. You knew what he was trying to do, and you weren’t going to fall for it. So you just remained silent. “I think I won’t have you try any more of the food I make either then— you’d probably have to open your mouth to do that after all,” he provoked. Your stand wavered for a moment at the thought of that, but you knew he wasn’t serious so you continued to leave your lips sealed. “Wait, this means I could talk to you about anything! Let’s talk about basketball,” he said with a smirk— there was no way you were going to let this slide.

You loved Kagami with all your heart, and you loved listening to him talk about the things he was passionate about. However, when it came to basketball, the boy could talk for hours and still not run out of things to say. It also often ended with him forcing you to play a one-on-one with him because all the talking got him worked up.

You were still determined not to open your mouth though. You certainly weren’t all for the change so what if he ended up hating it too?

Kagami knew what he was doing. And you were painfully aware of that when the first thing he started talking about was a one-on-one he played with Aomine. He’d played so many games with him that every recount of events sounded the exact same to you. “...And I go for the dunk, and guess what he does?”

“He blocks it,” both of you said in unison as you started to chuckle.

A soft grin fell upon Kagami’s face as his heart warmed up at the sight of your smile. “How’d you know?” he said, his voice softening after going on his tangent.

“Because that’s what always happens,” you laughed.

Kagami dropped his jaw, pretending to be offended as his hand dramatically reached for his chest, “So you think Aomine is better than me now? I’m devastated,” he shook his head, though he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face even if he tried.

“Now you’re just putting words in my mouth,” you said, finally simmering down from your fit of giggles.

Kagami went silent for a moment. You looked up at him and found him just staring at you with the dorkiest smile ever.

“What?” You chuckled.

“See, I knew that your smile would look gorgeous no matter what,” he said, not taking his eyes off of you for even a second.

You hadn’t even realised until then that you’d forgotten about your worries of what you looked like. You really didn’t know how he did it; how he made you feel comfortable without even having to try. Just like that, the colour rose in your cheeks as you averted your gaze. “Stop it,” you blushed.

“What? I’m just stating a fact,” he shrugged, swinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to his warm body as you walked, making you stumble slightly. “You’ll always look stunning to me,” he said so softly that it was like it was only the two of you in this little world and no one else.

At this point, there was nowhere else you could look except into his eyes, and all you saw was love and sincerity. And suddenly, you didn’t mind beaming the brightest smile your face could muster, because in this little world of yours, the only person that mattered would do nothing but make you feel beautiful and loved.

Aomine

It wasn’t like you to skip school over absolutely nothing, but you felt like you would rather die than get any attention for having your braces taken off. It was inevitable that you had to go to school at some point, but you just decided to not go for at least a day to get yourself used to the change.

Of course, your boyfriend, Aomine wasn’t the most pleased when he went to school that day and found out that you were absent. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for him to be at your doorstep after school was over. In hindsight, you should’ve known that he would use visiting you as an excuse to not attend practice.

“Hey, is everything alright? You weren’t at school today,” Aomine questioned once you opened the door and let him in.

“Mhmm,” you hummed with a slight nod.

“You know, a text would’ve been nice. I spent all of recess looking for you and then Satsuki told me you weren’t at school,” he explained with a heavy sigh, “It was exhausting.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, causing him to look your way with a confused expression.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.

You nodded in response, not wanting to open your mouth.

“Are you not going to ask me why I skipped practice?”

You shook your head no.

“Well, if you must know,” Aomine went on anyway, “I came here to check up on you. But seems to me like you don’t want to talk to me today.”

You didn’t respond, causing Aomine to get even more worried.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked softly.

You shook your head almost immediately.

“Then why won’t you talk to me?” Aomine said, tilting his head to the side to meet your gaze, though you immediately looked away.

“It’s nothing, I just don’t look that good today,” you mumbled, making sure to turn your head away from him so he couldn’t see your face.

“Hm? Is that so?” Aomine said, looking you up and down with furrowed brows. “You look beautiful as always to me.”

You let out a heavy sigh. He was going to find out anyway. “I got my braces taken out yesterday,” you said.

Aomine’s eyes lit up immediately as he looked at you expectantly, as though you were supposed to flash him a smile and show off your teeth like it was nothing. And honestly, if you had the confidence you would’ve, but you didn’t. “Well, are you going to show me or not?” Aomine asked.

You shook your head yet again.

Aomine frowned as he got closer to you. “Why not?”

“Because it looks weird,” you muttered as your eyes stared at the floor.

Aomine’s fingers brushed through your hair before reaching to your face to caress your cheek lovingly, making you melt instantly at his touch. “I don’t think you’re even capable of such a thing. You’re always gorgeous,” he said softly.

“No I’m not,” you mumbled, trying not to be swayed by the tenderness of his calloused fingers.

“Of course you are,” he said as his hand made its way down to your chin to tilt it up so you were looking up into his eyes. “You know, whenever I look at you my immediate thought is ‘Woah how’d I get so lucky?’”

“You’re just saying that,” you blushed, trying to fight back the smile that was creeping across your face. He was so close to you and your heart was racing at 100 miles per hour.

“I’m serious,” he said, unable to stop smiling himself at they way you were just putty in his hands. “Your smile is so much brighter without the braces by the way. I love it,” he added smoothly, making you want to giggle like an idiot.

“Really?”

“Of course, you dummy. I can’t even believe you were worried about that in the first place. You’re beautiful no matter what,” Aomine said. “You know that I’ll never stop thinking of you that way right?”

For a moment you stopped worrying about what you looked like and let yourself relax into a smile. Something about the softness of his voice and the way he held you close made you feel at ease— almost as if you could finally be your true self as you nodded in response. “Yeah, I know,” you said as you finally looked at him in the eye before he finally leaned in and gave you the kiss you’d been anticipating for minutes. And when his lips finally brushed against yours you could feel nothing but gratitude for having someone like him to remind you that everything will be okay.

Murasakibara

Murasakibara liked to come over a lot. When you first started dating you expected it to happen since his house was just down the street, but it was to the point where he practically lived with you. You didn’t mind at all though, you liked having him around. Your parents seemed to enjoy it too— especially since he offers to cook meals when he gets hungry, which saves your mother the effort.

However, with him always being over, it was hard to keep things hidden from him. Of course, both of you knew when to give each other space, but any changes to your physical appearance would be near impossible to hide— unfortunately for you.

When you got back home from your dentist appointment, where you finally had your braces taken out, you barely had much time to settle in when you got a call from Murasakibara. “Hey, I’m bored. Are you back from the dentist yet?” he spoke.

“Yeah I am, but—“

“Great, I’ll be over in a few minutes,” he said before you could protest. The happiness you could hear in his voice certainly didn’t make you want to turn him down either.

Just like that, the phone call ended and you let out a heavy sigh as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You’d been standing there for a few minutes prior to the call, trying to figure out how you felt about your new look. Whilst the braces caused you enough issues on their own, you’d become so accustomed to them that it was strange looking at yourself now. If you thought it looked weird, you couldn’t help but wonder what other people would think, thus sending you down a spiral of insecure thoughts all over again as Murasakibara’s arrival made you more and more nervous.

You knew Murasakibara couldn’t care less about anyone’s appearance. In fact, he didn’t even notice that time where Kise showed up to a get together with purple hair from accidentally using his sister’s purple shampoo until Aomine made fun of him for it. So realistically, you shouldn’t have been worried about what Murasakibara would think— but you still were.

You often tend to get really quiet when you’re anxious and the fact that your insecurities had to do with your teeth this time, it was all the more reason to just keep your mouth shut.

“Hey Y/N-chin,” Murasakibara greeted with a soft smile when you opened the front door for him. “I was going to get you some snacks, but then I remembered that you just went to the dentist so I got you some of that fruit juice you like,” he said, digging through his bag of snacks before pulling out a can and handing it to you.

“Thank you, that’s really sweet,” you said softly, happily taking the juice.

“Don’t mention it,” he said coolly as he planted a kiss on the top of your head before walking to your room with you trailing behind him.

As usual, Murasakibara plopped down onto your bed as if it were his own, letting out a tired sigh as he did so. “You know, while you were gone, I tried doing the math homework for the weekend, and it was the worst experience ever. I couldn’t even get past the second question,” he said, making you let out a small chuckle.

He was so open with you that it made you feel at ease. “Well at least you did the first one,” you shrugged, forcing back your toothy grin when you noticed him direct his gaze at you.

“Yeah, but I probably got that one wrong too,” he sighed before sitting up with his back against your headboard. “Anyways, how was the dentist?”

“It was okay,” you mumbled.

“Then show me your teeth,” he said, not particularly expectant of anything though there was a trace of interest as he absentmindedly munched on his chips.

“I don’t know, it looks really weird...”

Murasakibara’s eyebrows furrowed. “Weird? They’re just teeth,” he said simply.

“Well yeah, but, I don’t know,” you said, trying to find a way to respond to his statement. You forced a smile to show him your teeth before frowning again, “See? Doesn’t it make my face look weird?”

“No, you still look pretty to me,” he shrugged.

As sweet as that was, you still weren’t convinced. You found yourself staring at yourself in the mirror once again, picking yourself apart as you tried to decide whether you liked it or not. The more time you spent in front of that mirror, the more frustrated you got. And Murasakibara seemed to notice it through the agitated and hopeless look on your face.

You noticed Murasakibara get up from the corner of your eye, though you didn’t pay too much attention to it. Next thing you knew, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind you. You watched Murasakibara in the mirror as he rested his chin on your head.

“Y/N-chin, you look perfect. There’s no need for you to criticise yourself in the mirror like this, you know,” Murasakibara mumbled, unable to keep his eyes off of the gorgeousness of your reflection.

“I’m just trying to get used to it, that’s all,” you said, in what was a half-lie.

“I don’t think people frown that much when they’re getting used to something,” Murasakibara said. He leaned down and tilted his head to smother your cheek and neck with kisses as he held you tight. “You’re beautiful— I mean it,” he said against your neck.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach. Murasakibara was always one to speak his mind, so any compliments from him you knew were 100% genuine. Of course, the kisses definitely helped you sway your opinion about yourself as you began to giggle at the feel of his breath against your neck. “Atsushi, that tickles,” you laughed as you tried to move your neck away, however you were held captive by tight grip around you.

Murasakibara smiled as he watched how the expression on your face changes. He was glad that he was able to take your mind off of things for a moment. “You have a cute smile,” he said softly, making your cheeks flush a bright red.

You immediately looked away in embarrassment as a dorky grin spread across your face. “Shut up.”

“Well, are you finally going to pay some attention to me rather than your mirror? I came all the way here you know, the least I could get is some cuddles,” Murasakibara went on.

“All the way here? Atsushi, you just crossed the street,” you laughed.

“I don’t see you point. So am I getting cuddles or not?”

“Of course.”

Wakamatsu

Wakamatsu is seriously one of the most caring boyfriends ever. You wouldn’t be able to find someone as sweet and loving as he was even if you tried your absolute hardest. You were nothing but grateful for having someone like him because you hardly ever found yourself worrying about trivial things that would constantly bug you previously.

But like any other person, you had moments where your insecurities would get the best of you, and it could be quite tolling sometimes because you’d never let yourself bring it up with the people you were close with. It was quite a silly way of thinking because Wakamatsu was always more than happy to listen, but you couldn’t help it. That’s just how your brain decided to deal with things.

So when you finally got your braces taken off, you were naturally unsure about how you appeared. Of course, you were aware that you just needed to get used to it, but a smaller, though much louder part of you was extremely anxious about having judging eyes on you thinking that you looked as strange as you perceived yourself to be. Therefore, to avoid any questions or weird looks at school the next day, you decided to wear a mask and pretend you had a cold so no one would see your mouth.

When Wakamatsu came over that morning so that you could walk to school together like you usually would, he immediately went into concerned-mode upon seeing your mask. “Hey, what’s wrong? Why do you have a mask on?” he asked.

“Oh um, I’m not feeling too well. It’s nothing serious though. Just don’t wanna get anyone else sick,” you lied.

“Are you sure? Maybe you should just stay home and get some rest. You can copy my notes,” he said, his concern so genuine that it was like he was mothering you at that point.

He was too sweet. You couldn’t just lie to him when he was just trying to be helpful. “No, no it’s fine,” you said, trying to muster up the courage to tell him the truth.

“No, I insist. You have to take care of yourself—“

“I’m not actually sick,” you finally admitted. “I got my braces taken off yesterday and I don’t like how I look,” you mumbled, staring at the floor out of embarrassment.

“Oh,” Wakamatsu simmered down from his insisting and processed what you’d just said. And honestly, if he were to take the time to fully understand why you said that, you’d be standing there all day because he couldn’t even fathom the idea of you looking anything but amazing to him.

“Yeah, so can we just head to school now?” you said to fill the silence, not wanting to be late.

“Um, I’m not going to ask you to show me or anything because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Wakamatsu started again as you two walked along the driveway, “but I think you’re probably overreacting.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “Either way, I don’t like how I look and I don’t want other people to see me until I’ve decided that I do.”

“I guess that’s fair,” he sighed. “I just hope you know that I think you’re always really pretty.”

“Really?” you asked softly as you looked up at him again, the sudden eye contact causing him to get more flustered.

“Of course. You’re absolutely gorgeous Y/N. And I bet if you took that mask off that fact would not change,” Wakamatsu confirmed as he smoothly took your hand in his and squeezed it tight as you walked along the pavement.

You began to soften up for a moment. It was almost as if the warmth of his hand had made its way throughout your entire body, making you feel all fuzzy. However, you still weren’t ready to display your new look to everyone at school, even after the boost of confidence Wakamatsu had given you. So you kept the mask on that day.

Your boyfriend was very patient with you. It was one of things you loved about him. Even after he reassured you that you would look good no matter what, you never felt even an ounce of pressure to show him until you were truly comfortable— and he certainly didn’t mind waiting. Luckily for him, his wait wasn’t too long because you did end up showing him during lunchtime.

The two of you sat at your usual place— a bench that was fairly secluded— as you unwrapped your purchases of snacks from the canteen. You really appreciated how he didn’t bring up your braces again after you chat that morning. He was so normal around you that being with him just made it feel as good as any other day, which is probably what led you to forget about it altogether when you took off your mask to take a bite out of your sandwich.

Wakamatsu looked at you with a smile on his face, which you didn’t question too much because he had a tendency to do that every now and then. However, they remained fixated on you for a while as you swallowed your food and began to chuckle, “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just happy because I’m always right,” Wakamatsu shrugged smugly.

“What?”

“I was right— you always look absolutely gorgeous,” he said nonchalantly as you were immediately reminded about your braces-free teeth, making your face heat up at the compliment.

You weren’t sure what it was about that moment where your eyes met and lips shared the same happy smiles, but you felt at ease. Wakamatsu really didn’t have to try to comfort you— all he had to do was be there and it was enough. But he didn’t ever think like that. He constantly went out of his way to make sure you were happy and comfortable at all times. And when you weren’t, it was pretty much guaranteed that he wouldn’t leave your side until you saw yourself with the same amount of admiration as he sees you.

And whilst by the end of the school day you had more or less regained some of your confidence, Wakamatsu still decided to spend more time with you at your house, where he smothered you with warm cuddles and soft kisses, all while reminding you how beautiful you were to him.

Haizaki

If you think that Haizaki isn’t exactly the best at comforting, well, you’d kind of be right. He’s not someone that takes things seriously most of the time so his solution to most problems tends to have the “it is what it is” mentality. You didn’t mind this too much though, in fact you liked how laid back he was, however that also made it a bit difficult for you to approach him about certain things that made you feel insecure.

He was a caring boyfriend, don’t get me wrong; he truly did love you. And sometimes you did agree with him about letting things be the way they are. But sometimes he just doesn’t understand why you feel a certain way because the situation seems so trivial to him. For example, when you finally got your braces taken off, you weren’t exactly feeling the most confident. Sure, it was nice to finally get that damn metal wire out of your mouth, but at the same time, the change was quite overwhelming.

Of course, Haizaki, who spends an awful lot of time texting you because he really has nothing else to do, knew about you getting them taken off before he saw you again at school the next day. However, you weren’t all that excited to show him, or anyone for that matter, because you really hadn’t gained the confidence back yet. Nevertheless, you went on with your day, doing your best to minimise your speaking so others wouldn’t notice the change.

Once it was time for lunch, Haizaki approached your desk, his eyes as tired as they always were during the school day. “God, I slept through that entire English class— what a bore,” he yawned.

“It wouldn’t hurt to pay attention once in a while, you know,” you said as you shoved your books into your backpack.

“Anyway,” Haizaki continued, knowing that he didn’t want to get into a conversation about his awful study habits. “You got your braces taken off right? Go on, give me a smile,” he said in a joking tone.

“No, I don’t like how it looks,” you said firmly.

“Mhm,” he hummed, “doesn’t matter. I want to see for myself.”

“No way, it looks weird,” you said softly as the classroom emptied.

“I can decide that for myself.”

You looked up at the eyes that were hovering above your desk. He wasn’t going to back down. You let out a sigh and flashed him an uncomfortable smile as you waited for him to say something. Each moment of silence convinced you more and more that he hated how you looked just as much as you do.

“I don’t see why you were complaining so much,” he said with a shrug and a small grin on his face.

“I feel like I look awful,” you muttered.

“Awful? You? Please,” Haizaki scoffed. “You’re hot as fuck.”

“I’m really not...”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Haizaki questioned, determined to prove his point.

“No, but—“

“You’re really fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he interrupted. “If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, I won’t hesitate to throw hands— that’s how much I believe it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that last part. “Babe, you wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands with anyone.”

“Shut up. My point still stands. Now how do I get you to see how pretty you are?” he said, trying to think of something clever.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” you said, half-joking.

Next thing you knew, Haizaki had leaned in and pressed his lips against yours ever so passionately, taking you by surprise. It took you a moment to realise what was going on before you quickly pulled away— even though you quite enjoyed it.

“Babe, were in a classroom,” you scolded softly, though you couldn’t fight back the grin that was spreading across your face.

“So what? No one’s here,” he said, voice as deep as ever. “Besides, I’m trying to remind you how pretty you are— that’s more important.”

“How exactly is that going to remind me?” you chuckled.

“Well, I wouldn’t just kiss anyone like that, now would I?”

“I suppose,” you said with a smile.

“In all seriousness though, I really don’t know why you think you don’t look good, because in my eyes you’re the most beautiful thing ever,” he said, sincerity in his eyes.

You began to blush at the sound of his words. It might take a while for you to feel more confident about yourself but this was certainly helping. “When did my Haizaki get so tooth-rottingly sweet, huh?” you teased jokingly.

Haizaki rolled his eyes and pretended to be annoyed at you but the smile on his face really said otherwise. “Shut up.”

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Keys:

(*) = Quick Fic

(📌) = Headcanons

N/Y = Nothing Yet

(💕) = Scenario

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Seirin:

Tetsuya Kuroko:

- Love Magick Week [Event]

Taiga Kagami:

N/Y

Teppei Kiyoshi:

Junpei Hyuga:

N/Y

Izuki Shun:

N/Y

Kaijo:

Ryouta Kise:

N/Y

Yukio Kasamatsu:

N/Y

Shutoku:

Shintaro Midormia:

- Tsundere-Kun (*) 

Kazunari Takao:

N/Y

Too:

Daiki Aomine:

N/Y

Shoichi Imayoshi:

N/Y

Kosuke Wakamatsu:

N/Y

Ryo Sakurai:

- Love Magick Week [Event]

Yosen:

Atushi Murasakibara

N/Y

Tatsuya Himuro:

N/Y

Rakuzan:

Seijuro Akashi:

N/Y

Kotaro Hayama:

N/Y

Chihiro Mayuzumi:

N/Y

Extras!:

Shuzo Nijimura:

N/Y

Shigo Haizaki:

N/Y

Makoto Hanamiya:

N/Y

Kazuya Hara:

N/Y

Kentaro Seto:

N/Y

Kojiro Furuhashi:

N/Y

Hiroshi Yamazaki:

N/Y

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