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onthecourtbugs · 1 year

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Hey girl so I was thinking a tall reader with Nash and Jason possibly maybe more of jabberwock I haven’t seen a lot of people write for the rest of them..probably because they barely got any screen time like how Nash n Jason did,but if you can try that would be nice!!

Tall Gyal

Pairing: Jabberwocks x Tall!FemReader

Warning(s): None

A/N: You’re absolutely correct, we don’t see a lot for them! Allen’s is kinda short tho, ngl.

Summary: The Jabberwocks like tall girls too, don’t even lie and say they don’t.

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Jason

Still pinching and smacking and grabbing you everywhere. You thought being tall was gone save you? Uh-Uh. If anything, this makes it worse.

Or better? Maybe you like that.

Jay certainly does. It’s nice to not have to lean over or bend his knees to get a little action.

He loves it!

What he doesn’t love is the fact he can’t hide nothing from you. He’s used to putting stuff up high where he’s the only one who can reach it. Out of sight out of mind, right?

Wrong, cuz you can pull up a chair and see just fine. That and he’s not very original with his hiding spots so he’s practically inviting you to see all the snacks, surprise gifts and stuff you’re not supposed to know about.

He still hasn’t gotten used to the fact that someone else can and will reach up in his zone and take all his goodies 😫

You got that man frantically opening cupboards and swiping the empty spaces on top multiple times cuz he swore he put his Cheetos up there!

“Y/n!”

“Whut?” Laid out on the couch with the remote and an orange bag, watching your favorite show without a care in the world. The great thing about Jason’s place? Everything is bigger than you, even the shower.

“You seen my Cheetos?!”

You roll up the half-empty Cheeto bag with loud, telltale crinkles and start on licking your fingertips clean of evidence. “Nope! Check the cupboards!”

“I looked there already!” He sticks his head in the living room and glares at you as you quickly tuck the bag under your body.

You pull your thumb out with a loud pop. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me! I saw that!”

You smile, not even the least bit guilty. “I figured since Nash put you guys on that special diet, you wouldn’t need them anyway?”

“Nash don’t run nothing up in here!” He snatches the remaining Cheetos from underneath you and looks pitifully at them. “Damn, girl! You put a hurting’ on these didn’t you? Always eating my stuff…"

“Didn’t you take my goldfish and never gave em back?!”

“Mannn, why you bringing up old beef?”

“It was last night…”

“Like I said, in the past.”

You just want to snatch his piercings off sometimes.

Zach

He prefers tall girls anyway. Not to say he won’t go for average/short girls, but he def has a favorite in tall babes, and an even bigger favorite in you.

When you’re his girl, it’s a wrap, DMs are closed. Ain’t nobody else getting in.

He looks scary to some but trust me, he is totally and irreversibly whipped for you.

Makes grumpy grunts and whines and moans when he doesn’t wanna do something but ultimately does it anyway.

Gives you plenty of attitude when he’s mad but will never put his hands on you. He’ll reach for you and you flinch thinking he’s about to get physical, but he just picks you up and puts you in the bedroom for a time out.

Always tries to butter you up with food and hugs and kisses after he makes you mad.

Always has you on the inner part of the sidewalk.

Makes any excuse to touch you respectfully. -turns to look at Jason over the rim of my shades-

Want to wear heels, but feel insecure about being too tall? Zach is not about to let that slide.

He’s buying you heels and that’s final!

And not only that, he’s sliding them on your feet in the store and buckling/tying them up before taking your hands and helping you stand up in them.

Let somebody say sum to make you feel insecure about it.

“Go head! Say it with your chest! It’s not gone come out a second time so make it count.”

Happens to be a very talented dancer, and loves taking you to parties so he can show you off. Tends to reel back just so he can watch you do your thing in the shoes he got you.

Sometimes gets impatient for the slow songs so he can hold you close.

Sometimes doesn’t even wait and intimidates/bribes the DJ into putting on your favorite slow song to dance to.

Can’t even imagine a feeling better than holding you.

Nick

He’s just so happy you like him back.

All the girls usually go for Nash. 🥲

Shows out on the court when he notices you’re in the stands watching one of his games.

Jabberwocks ain’t never seen this man hustle so hard.

Cuz yeah, he did invite you and all, but you actually showed up 🥹

Like, you don’t understand, his heart is doing backflips in his chest. He cannot embarrass himself in front of you right now.

His teammates notice he keeps looking over at you and get nosy.

“Dayummmmm! She kinda bad tho!”

“That your girl, Nicky boy?”

“Yup~.”

They start setting Nick up for passes while having a whole interrogation in the middle of the game. 💀

Since when did he have a girl?

How come he’s never brought you around?

You were way too fine for him… but did you have a sister?

Nick stopped in his tracks and passed to Zach so he could fix Allen with a stare.

“What?”

“Really?”

“Quit being stingy! We could do double dates!”

Gets super excited when the game is over and you’re waiting for him to come over to you.

You looked so cool, leaning back on your ride with your shades propped up on your head and one ankle crossed over the other.

It was also easier to notice something about you that wasn’t so obvious when you were sitting… not that it mattered but…

“She kinda tall tho…”

Zach rolls his eyes. “Allen shut up.”

“I see why Nick was scared earlier, she bout as big as he is!”

Allen squints at Jason. “I know you ain’t calling nobody big, Paul Bunyan.”

“Cut it out.” Nash acts bored with the whole thing but he’s definitely watching from the corner of his eye.

You grab fistfuls of his jersey and pull him in for a kiss.

Allen

Allen’s not a complicated dude. He likes video games, anime, and basketball.

He doesn’t like getting into arguments with you and is generally chill with you.

Also likes that you’re closer to his height so he can grab you up.

He’s a straight clown and will act a right fool with most girls, but around you, he gets extra shy and acts aloof.

Thinks you’re kinda intimidating at first, but when he gets to know you he lets out his inner goof a bit and makes you laugh.

Nash does not let this man sit next to Jason when traveling, cuz when those two get together it’s over for everyone. Allen’s assigned seat is next to you.

Which is okay with him, if he can’t crack jokes with Jason he’ll just show you the newest Ninja Turtles movie trailer.

Has a million different playlists that he trades with you.

Doesn’t mind if your feet are in his lap when he plays video games.

Gamer lovers~

Tucks you in when you fall asleep before him, carefully removing your shoes and settling blankets over you.

Is extremely private about his relationship.

Has a whole system for buying consoles and games and will get you whatever you want.

Will carry you in any multiplayer game.

Is all for equality so if you’re higher than him he will let you carry.

Nash

Obsessed with your legs and loves to run his hands up the length of them when you’re in his lap.

They belong everywhere, on the couch, on the dashboard, heck, put them around his waist, he ain't mad.

Traveling first class is a given and that extra space is heaven.

Zach and Nash are brothers in arms when buying shoes for their baby girls.

He doesn’t care how tall you are, you’re still getting them.

So, remember when Jason couldn’t stand you cuz Nash is always letting you have your way?

He figured out how to take advantage of that 😂

Like you’ll actually have stuff in common and so seven times out of ten, when he wants something and knows Nash ain’t rolling with it, he’ll try to get you to ask for it.

Like when you want that one cousin your mom likes to ask if ya’ll can do something cuz you know if you ask she’s gonna say no?

You, my friend, are that cousin.

“Bro, you trying to go bowling again?”

Nash gives him a thumbs down and makes a buzzer noise. “Pick something else.”

“Mannnn.” He immediately turns to his trump card when you walk in “Yo, Y/n! YOU tryna go bowling again?”

“Are we going for real?!”

“What? No.”

“Aww, but why?” You drop into his lap a little too hard and he grunts but pulls you up against him into a more comfortable position.

“We went bowling yesterday,” he drums his fingers on your hip, “pick something else.”

“Well, we could do whatever you want first and then go!” You look up at him with soft eyes and just… ugh. The begging. He could handle attitude but was weak against the begging. “Please, baby?”

There was no way in hell he could refuse. You did give his interests first priority… His head falls back and he lets out a loud sigh before giving your thigh a light smack.

“Go get your shoes.”

#courtsidehcs #courtsideasks #courtsidewith #courtsidewithjs #courtsidewithng #courtsidewithallen #courtsidewithnick #courtsidewithzach #jason silver x reader #jason silver #nash gold jr x reader #nash gold jr #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke x reader

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art-of-firefly · 22 days

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❤️💛 It's NashAka day

#ナシュ赤の日 #akashi seijuro #nash gold jr #nashaka #knb #kuroko no basket #my art #kuroko's basketball

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cemetery14 · 1 month

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ive been thinking about the Akashi and Nash Gold ship, and the dynamic being Nash hopelessly in love with Akashi while Akashi DOES NOT like him cause he was a dick to his friends

and i think we need to talk about that more cause it would be so funny

#clip is from poor things #kuroko no basket #knb #kurokos basketball #akashi seijuro #nash gold jr

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 9 months

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Could you please do some head canons for pro player! Nash X single mom! Reader (Nash is in his early 30s and reader is slightly younger and has s toddler)?

pro!nash has been used to having 100% of his s/o’s attention in previous relations - relationships where the girl drops everything when he calls - so dating a single mum is a bit of a culture shock to say the least

but he’s not a particularly jealous sort, especially not when the ‘opponent’ is a 2 year old, and he likes dating someone who has their own life and responsibilities and isn’t always clinging to him

the only problem is that it’s hard finding time to meet up

he’s either practicing or travelling to matches, and you’ve not got much time spare between your work and your kid

during match season in particular, a lot of the relationship is just texts and late night facetimes, sending you flowers and chocolates, and getting you tickets to local matches so the two of you can spend some time together at last

he’s a big fan of surprise visits as well

mostly at your doorstep, but, one time, he decides he’s going to ramp up the surprise element x10, and picks your kid up from nursery

between your kid’s face lighting up when they see nash, and nash turning his charms on the nursery staff, it’s no wonder that they let him take the kid

but, naturally, you freak out when you arrive at the nursery and find out that a man who claimed to know you has already picked the child up

you don’t talk to nash for a day, and nash says he’ll pay for the best nursery around, because the current one’s security clearly sucks

in general, nash does a lot of paying for the kid

he may not like children much, but this one’s ‘his’ and it’s not like he’s got anything better to pay for

so nice clothes, top schools, daytrips: that’s nash’s card footing the bill

(sidenote: nash is 100% the kind of person to have experienced how damaging it is for children to attend highly competitive schools, and yet he’ll still pay for the kid to do the same)

and, of course, he can’t send the kid nice presents without buying you something nice to wear or read too

anyway, back to the child

nash may not be the kind of person who warms to children - he doesn’t find anything particularly interesting about their babble, and he doesn’t care about first steps - but he’s still good with them

and he’s particularly good with yours

naturally, the kid has a phase of wanting to be like his dad when he’s older, so poor nash patientially puts up with hours of teaching this kid how to play basketball

thanks to the belial eye, and societal restrictions on using streetball moves on literal 2 year olds, this basketball training is ridiculously boring for nash

but he still puts up with it :’)

in contrast, the kid worships the ground nash walks on and tells everyone his dad’s a magician because he can make the ball disappear when dribbling

it’s a trick that never fails to amuse the kid, even when he’s in the middle of a tantrum

yeah nash tries to be a good dad, especially during the off-season, to make up for the amount of time he spends away

anyway, final note

nash makes sure to keep the relationship very private

after all, he’s got a brand and “nash gold jr, the suave player who can be a right dick on the court” is not synonymous with “dating a single mum”

it’s not that he’s ashamed of you

he just doesn’t want you or the kid getting harassed by the media, or being tainted by association

and he likes having your home as a safe space where he’s free from being nash gold jr, pro basketballer

where he can just be nash, lover and dad

#nash gold jr #kiridai #knb #kirisaki daichi scenarios #kirisaki daichi #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #headcanons #imagines #hcs #x reader #x you #reader insert #aged up au #pro nash #jabberwock #single mom #single mum headcanons #relationship headcanons

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fierysafrina · 6 months

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It'll be okay | Nash Gold Jr. part 3 of Afterglow

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: General Word Count: 2.300 Genre: Slice of Life | Hurt/Comfort | Angst | Romance Summary: When your past catches up to you, Nash is there to hold you. Notes: I know it's been hella long time since I last posted anything and for that I apologise. Everything has been piling up so much that I really needed to write something out.

Stretching your legs, you turn in your bed when the first breeze of wind startles you. A chill runs down your spine, goosebumps on your arms before you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself. Something is missing, but you don’t know exactly what.

Opening one eye, you narrow your eyebrows, expecting the sun only to be met with nothing. A whine escapes your lips as you turn, hating the fact you woke up much earlier than intended. You’re expecting something, a warmth on the other side of the bed, but there’s nothing. It’s cold and empty and it makes you open your eyes to look around.

There’s no sign of anyone but you being here. There’s silence and neither your dog is found anywhere. You whistle for Spot, expecting him to come running into the bedroom and jump on your bed, but you’re waiting for nothing.

You wait a minute, two, before you decide to look for your dog. Standing up, you unconsciously stretch your arms as you slip into the slippers and leave the bedroom.

“Spot?” you call quietly, looking around the living room.

You expect him to be lying on the couch, like he usually does, but he's not there. Narrowing your eyebrows, you walk towards the kitchen, expecting Nash, but he's not there either. Closing your eyes, you take in a shaky breath, leaning on the doorway of the living room when you hear a whistle. It's followed by a bark and you realise it's coming from the outside.

Walking towards the door that leads onto the terrace, you open and the first thing you see coming from the forest is Spot. He's looking behind, but like he's sensing you, he turns his head in front and paces up until he almost sends you to the floor. You laugh and rub his head and torso when he leans deeper into your touch.

“Did we wake you up?” Nash's voice makes you look at him.

You shake your head, smiling. “Just woke up, actually.”

Nash approaches you and he leans down, kissing you directly on the lips. You're still not used to the affection he's suddenly showering you with, but it feels nice. Spot decides it's a brilliant idea to run past you inside, which makes you stumble.

“Spot.” Nash calls in a warning tone, sending him a rather playful glare.

Looking at your dog, you see his ears deflate and head low as he stares at you both. You're shaking your head, more amused at how close they've already become. Despite knowing Spot has always been fond of people he knows, he definitely wasn’t kind to strangers and it took him time to warm up to someone.

"Wanna grab a bite at the diner?" Nash wraps an arm around you before he kisses you on the lips.

A smile spreads across your lips as you nod. "Sounds perfect…" you murmur.

You hear Spot barking from inside, but you don't mind. You let Nash lead you inside. He sits you down in the kitchen and you watch him walk towards the stove when the smell of coffee hits you. Your heart skips a beat when you realise that he made some for you before he left with Spot.

You’re sitting outside the diner, with Spot by your feet. Looking around, you notice a couple of people you got to know in the time you live here. They smile at you, greeting that you return without hesitation before their eyes fall on Nash. You can see the recognition in their gaze that only proves your assumption when they begin to talk to each other.

Turning to Nash, you’re about to tell him, but he’s already looking at you. He raises an eyebrow, like he wonders what you’ll say, only for you to remain quiet instead. You feel your cheeks burn at the intensity that makes you avoid his gaze, feeling your voice being caught in your throat.

Reaching for your cup, you take a sip, finding more interest in anything else but the man sitting in front of you.

Nash chuckles as he says; “What’s gotten you so silent now?” in a teasing manner. “Cat got your tongue?”

You send him a glare, but remain quiet. You play with your fingers, glancing at Spot, who remains lying. He turns his head occasionally, but remains by your side. And then you spot it. A child, no older than five years, is running towards your table, or more precisely, to Nash with a wide smile that could rival anyone’s.

“Hi!” he greets, his eyes shining brightly as he stares up at Nash.

A smile on his lips and Nash is greeting the boy back, who asks him for an autograph while his small hands hold onto a notebook and a pen. You watch in slight amusement at how smitten he looks for the boy and suddenly you wonder how your children would look.

Shaking your head, Nash catches your gaze like he knows what you’re thinking about. You feel your cheeks heat up and turn to look at the boy, who’s running back to his mother, jumping from joy as he shows what Nash signed. You smile softly, knowing the boy will cherish it for a long time.

And as much as you wish to have a child, you're reminded of all those days and times you spent awake late at night, wondering why men keep on ghosting you. When you went on a hike and a few teens made fun of you for not being a size 4 just because you weren’t in form. How you were never even a chance when you were out with friends and men were hitting on them, making you feel like an outcast instead.

You startle when Nash reaches for your hand. His gaze is filled with worry and it makes you wonder when he’ll get sick of you. When will he stop coming? When will he stop texting you?

“You okay?” he asks.

You’re not sure what expression you’re making, but it’s obvious Nash doesn’t buy your excuse: “I’m fine,” for a second.

But he doesn’t pry.

And it makes you wonder just how much he truly likes you.

The drive back to the cabin is rather quiet. Nash tries to talk to you, but your short replies soon make him give up. He holds your hand while driving, yet it doesn’t seem like it bothers him too much. The silence, that is.

You nibble on your lower lip, your thoughts loud.

You’re not sure when you arrive back to the cabin; not until Nash is looking at you. He might have said something, you’re not sure, so you wait for him to repeat it. Except that he doesn’t. He remains quiet, his eyes looking straight into yours until you’re the first to avoid his gaze.

“Don’t avoid me.” He’s the first to break the silence.

Turning his way once again, Nash narrows his eyebrows. He knows something is wrong.

He reaches out for your hand that rests on your thighs, giving it a small squeeze. “Don’t push me away.” His voice is quieter and filled with … sadness.

“You should go home.”

It’s not what you wanted to say. You don’t want him to leave, not even for a minute, and the words you’ve just spoken surprised him as well–not just you–, because his eyes are wide. You want to take those words back, but your body isn’t listening to you.

“Are you crazy?” he snorts, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “No way am I leaving you. Not now.”

Releasing you, he steps out of the car and you feel tears brim in your eyes. You watch him go around the car until he’s pulling you out of your seat. He cups your face and wipes away the tears with his thumbs before he kisses your forehead. Feeling powerless, you let him walk you back into the cabin, Spot already a few steps ahead, until he sits you down on the terrace.

At this point, you try to hide your sadness even more, but Nash has none of it, because the minute he is gone, he’s already back with your favourite blanket, despite the warm and sunny weather, and chocolate milk you have stored in the refrigerator. Your chest tightens at how easily he can read you.

You feel your eyes tear up and for a split second he panics. He’s unsure what to do and a part of you expects him to turn and leave, yet just like a moment before, he proves you wrong. He sits beside you and wraps his arms around you.

“I don’t know what got into this pretty head of yours, but the last thing I’ll do is to leave you alone.”

“You will eventually…” you murmur more to yourself.

It’s like time has frozen. Nash stills completely as you bite your lower lip. You refuse to look at him, but he holds your chin and forces you to turn your head. Your eyes meet his and there’s something in his gaze, you haven’t seen yet; sadness.

“Princess,” he whisper-calls and you melt at his nickname; “I promise you, I’m not leaving. You’re stuck with me, so please … talk to me…” he pleads.

Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath before you slowly let it out.

“I never got along with my family…” You start quietly and Nash reaches for your hands instead, squeezing them in his. “There was also this boy,” a small smile spreads across your lips at his memory; “that I loved. Perhaps there are still some feelings lingering deep down in my heart, aching for his touch and his brightness that I adored.”

Nash remains silent. You open your eyes and avert them towards Spot, who’s lying by your feet, sleeping.

“Maybe I should have seen all those ‘red flags’ everyone was speaking of, yet I remained blind to them, because I cared for him too much. I loved him to the point I was prepared to leave everything in that same moment if he called and said he needed me.” Letting out a shaky breath, you lower your gaze at your hands. He’s caressing them and you feel your chest tighten, because no one has ever done that before.

“We only ever talked when it was convenient for him and did the things he liked.”

You feel like a concrete wall around your heart is beginning to crack open the longer Nash remains silent, giving you nothing but to be there and hold you, even if only your hands.

“He never listened. Whenever I wanted to go to a cinema, to watch a certain movie, he didn’t like it. When I sent him a song I loved, he said there could never be a more stupid band instead.” you close your eyes, letting out a small breath you unknowingly held. “Yet at the same time, it wasn’t all that bad. He was there when I felt bad about myself. He made my days less bearable, surprised me so many times I couldn’t help but love him, forget all the bad things, because that’s normal in a relationship, no?”

Expecting no answer, you stare at your hands.

“Which is why I’m afraid of love. I’m afraid I’ll fall so deeply that the moment they leave, I won’t be able to breathe.” You feel your eyes tearing up the more you remember those days. How many hours you spent waiting on his message, reply, only to receive what you already expected; a simple “no”.

“I won’t say I’m like that, ‘cause that would be a lie.” Nash speaks after a moment. He’s still holding your hands and you can feel his eyes on you, but you’re too afraid to look at him. “I have games in other countries–”

“It’s not that.” you overtake him immediately. A tear slips down and you laugh. “I know all of that and I’m glad, happy you can do what you love, but after so many times of hearing “no”, “I don’t have time”, “I’m tired”, “I want something else than a drink” and all that constantly, over and over again, I don’t feel loved.” You look at him, unable to hold it back anymore as more tears stream down. “Every time I wanted to do something, just a goddamn drink, a simple drink, I was met with no. With two guys, two. I’m afraid that one day you’ll get tired of me and when I want to spend some time with you, I’d be met with the same word; “no” without giving a different time or date. I need reassurance that we’re okay, that you still like me, that I won’t have to go months without seeing you and expect...everything...”

Voice cracking towards the end, you bite your lower lip and look away.

“I-I thought I'll be fine after it happened once, but I guess I love to torment myself. A-and it's okay if it-it's not at that time, any-any other time is okay, as l-long as you agree to a simple drink...”

“[Name]...” Nash calls your name softly. “I'll stay.”

And just like that, an invisible dam that was holding back your emotions broke. In a second Nash holds you in his arms as you cry into his chest. You hold onto his shirt like you're holding onto your own life. He's caressing your back, rocking you back and forward softly. You feel embarrassed for being so vulnerable in front of him, but after telling him all of that, you knew it was only a matter of time before you broke down.

Nash presses a kiss on the side of your head. “I'm not leaving you.” His voice is soft, yet at the same time sounds final.

And you believe him.

#safrinawrites #Nash Gold Jr.#Nash Gold Jr #Kuroko no Basket #fanfic #oneshot #fanfiction #knb fanfic #knb fic

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tetsunabouquet · 6 months

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Could you please do hatefucking with the bad boys? (Hanamiya, Haizaki, Imayoshi and Nash)

A/N: Here will be some small drabbles for each! HAPPY KINKTOBER!

(18+)

Hanamiya had a long list of why he hated you. How you got under his skin by always being one step ahead of him with that angelic look on your face when you both knew you could be just as calculated as he was, how every act of innocence was just you walking around with a holier then thou attitude. He hated how you could lazile eye him as a cat throughout the classroom, so drowsy yet something lurking underneath that he would always come to discover what it meant until it was too late. He hated how you always breezed by, never allowing him to find any dirt on you he could use. Hanamiya was consumned by those angry thoughts, blinded as his fingers wrapped themselves around your slim throat, as he pushed his pulsating length into you. He rammed himself in your pussy, as you tried to gasp underneath his rough fucking, tears pooling in your eyes. As he let go, the rush of oxygen filling your lungs made you climax, ruining his uniform. At the sight of yet again being slighted by you, he kept slamming himself balls deep until he came, wanting to defile your unprotected cunt just as you had defiled him. Perhaps that would teach you.

Haizaki had been intending to break you like this for a long time. Since middle school, really. When you had the nerve, to laugh to your friends how on earth Maiko could have dumped Kise for him? You had called him an average looking loser, and the haughty look on your face was one he had wanted to wipe off for a long time. Haizaki might not have been super intelligent, but this plan of his had been a stroke of genius and he was grateful to how he it had paid off. How you were crying as he had pushed your chest against the desk with brute force, how you couldn't escape with his hand golding your uniform so tightly, how you were drooling all over your paperwork as he fucked you without mercy. Your homework was getting ruined, and ink was staining your left cheek, but Haizaki couldn't care less. Let everyone see you were getting bullied by the cock you mocked so often, he wanted to see you walk around with his creampie dripping down your legs. His groans and your blissful whining filled the room, and you never thought you would have done anything so dirty and shameful, moaning like a bitch as Haizaki fucked you as if you were one. "Who's cock is making you feel good now?" He growled, and you clenched your walls pathetically around him. "Yours," you said as tears ran across your cheeks. "That's what I thought!"

Imayoshi had been at his limit with your antics. You always had the bloodboiling habit to show up in the library when he was studying and making a ruckus. Who on earth, was so impolite to constantly cause a scene in the library? That truly was having a complete lack of manners. Imayoshi had gone over countless scenarios of how he could shut you up, but none was so satisfying as this was; seeing you on your knees as you choked on his cock. The only sounds you were making now, was slurping and gagged noises that sounded way too cute as you should sound. The way you looked so extremely sexy, was sending his hands into your hair as he angrily slammed his cock down your throat. How could someone as annoying, aggrivating as you, dare to look so tempting to him? The anger was burning his skin, just as his arousal was. This wasn't enough. He undid the tie to his uniform. "Get up." You did as he ordered, and he shoved his tie that he had curled up into a ball, into your mouth. He grabbed you by your legs, making you land on the table with your back; a loud smack heard but nothing else, as Imayoshi reached up to pull your panties down. You could only breathe in deeply through your nose, before he slammed himself inside of you.

Nash Gold Jr surprisingly had a small list of things he hated, considering who he was. Your name was at the top of that tiny little list. You were the little sister of Marcus the Magical, who had been his primary rival in basketball since the three of you were but little kids, your snotty face always so eager to rub it in his face how Marcus was pure magic whilst Nash was just practicing your big brother's craft. That attitude you had, whilst you didn't play at all, was the reason why your name was higher on his list then your brother's. And finally, Nash had been able to achieve the thing he had been craving since puberty; Your body pressed against a locker, your limbs hanging around awkwardly as he used you as a fuckdoll after having beaten your brother at last. It was the ultimate victory, seeing your brother's face twist with disbelief and anger, seeing your shocked and scared little face as he dragged you into the locker room and hearing the broken moans errupting from your throat as he pumped his dick into your wet little pussy. "I should have known an uptight bitch like you was still a virgin." He hissed, your pussy quivering at the sensation of being forced open and receiving a rockhard cock. You couldn't say anything, you had lost your tongue. The only things on your mind was how your brother, his team and the entirety of Jabberwock could hear you sob Nash's name and that delicious dick making you a woman.

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