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kurokonobrainrot · 2 days
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The merch teams : LET'S GIVE A TOWEL TO THIS BOY
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And like, it's not even a theme of the merch or anything, the others have normal outfits
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They just see Akashi and think "Ah yeah, a towel is what he needs"
This is what i see every times
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teamatsumu · 8 months
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how GoM react to you wearing their jersey to a game
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-> AOMINE DAIKI:
You knew he wouldn't show up to the game, as per usual. But this time would be different.
This time, while you stood over his lazy, napping form on the school roof, you had promised him that if he showed up, there would be a surprise waiting for him.
That caught his attention, as you knew it would. He was skeptical on the inside though. What could possibly be good enough to make him stay for a whole game, start to finish?
He did not expect to hear you scream his name from the stands during warm ups, breath hitching when he caught sight of you in his jersey.
You had put it on over your sweater, grinning wide as you pointed at the number and mouthed ‘surprise’. It made aomine blink and gulp.
You had worn his clothes before, but never his jersey. He felt his skin tingle in a foreign feeling of possessiveness. That was his number on your chest.
Aomine turned around and walked to the coach. “Put me in at the beginning of the game.”
His teammates gawked at him. Aomine? Willing to play? No, not just willing. Eager. This was unprecedented.
You however, were giggling in the stands, knowing exactly what his motivation to play today was.
-> KISE RYOTA:
Kise’s fans often showed up in his jersey number for games, giggling and squealing in the stands and saying his name to get his attention during warm ups. But you, you were different.
For one, you were dating. For another, you weren’t just wearing a jersey with his number on it. You were wearing his personal jersey. Tailored to him and swimming over your small frame.
You grinned when he noticed the jersey on you before the game in the hallway. He bit his lip and hid a smile.
“You wore it for me?” He tilted his head, trying to hold back from cooing all over you. You looked so cute.
“Yeah. To support you. I see all your fans do it.” You shrugged like it was no big deal. It was a big deal though, at least to Kise.
He stepped forward and smacked a sloppy kiss on your cheek, made you squeal and wipe it off in mock disgust. It didn’t bother Kise though. He was on cloud nine just looking at you wearing his clothes.
-> MIDORIMA SHINTARO:
His brain short circuits when he sees you.
Next, a million thoughts hit him all at once.
First of all, how did you even get your hands on his jersey? And how had he not noticed a missing jersey from his closet?
(You were sneaky and crafty usually, so it wasn’t too surprising)
Second of all, how did orange look so good on you?
“What is the meaning of this?” He scowls at you, making you giggle and skip closer to him. Midorima fought to keep a straight face. You were glowing.
“I know you have your lucky object with you,” you eyed the humongous hourglass figurine in his hand. “But I thought it would be nice to have a little extra luck.”
He felt his lips twitch, the muscles of his shoulders relax. He hadn’t realized he was about to walk out to court while being so stiff.
He pouted at you and looked away when he caught your teasing gaze, looking away with heated cheeks. “Thanks for the luck.”
You giggled again and planted a kiss on his jaw, turning around to the hall which lead to the stands.
“See you after the game, Shin.” You called back. Midorima allowed his lips to tilt upwards as he watched you leave.
-> MURASAKIBATA ATSUSHI:
I’m gonna say it, he doesn’t think it’s too big a deal.
Not the jersey itself, but he is more affected by the fact that you’re wearing his clothes at all. Because they are huge on you.
You’re swimming in it, dwarfed by the sheer amount of fabric. If he didn’t like the look so much, he would laugh.
But he loved it. Loved seeing you in the stands, perking up and grinning at him whenever he looked up at you and met your eyes.
The white and purple looked great on you, made you stand out in the crowd and put you in the center of his vision. What a view to have during the game.
Him putting in more effort on the court was all because it made you cheer for him and stand taller. He could give less of a shit about the actual game or the end result.
Rest assured, he will be subtly hinting at you to wear more of his clothes, jersey or otherwise.
-> AKASHI SEIJUROU:
Akashi’s actions make it abundantly clear that he is very territorial of you.
You are his. No one else has rights to you the way he does.
Now imagine him seeing you at a game, which he knows is also being attended by his peers, underclassmen, opponents and other acquaintances, knowing you are in his jersey.
His number on your chest and back, his school colors enveloping your frame.
Everyone would know you were his. And that sense of power made him feel things.
His piercing gaze finds you in the stands, the uptick of his lips and the satisfied look on his face was enough for you to squirm. Oh he liked what he saw.
He gives you a harsh kiss in the hall when the game ends, and an approving once over that fills you with glee.
With zero words, Akashi has ensured that you would show up to all his games from now on with his jersey on your back.
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amateurasterism · 1 year
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everyone knew he was attractive. he knew it too, because every year on february 14th he dreaded opening his locker. dreaded the absurd amount of chocolates and tacky gifts that he never understood why obsessive classmates would spend time to make for a blatant and dull person like him. he doesn’t even think any of him have seen him smile. but after meeting a certain someone, he added two very important steps to his valentines day routine. before giving the gigantic bag of gifts to his eager friends, he sorted through every single one in search of his favorite candy bar he only told you about, always wrapped in a slip of bright pink paper because you wanted to blend in with the other gifts. as if he couldn’t tell it was your handwriting in which the paper read “never forget how proud i am of you.” as if he didn’t know you were the only one out of a hundred chocolates who would write such a message that belonged on the pin board above his desk because it reminded him that you were the only person who loved him under his gorgeous looks, who saw him for the work he put into the things he loved. and thus, his last step on valentines day was to take a photo of the half-eaten candy bar and send it to you with a message that reads “should’ve given it to me face-to-face, coward.” to which you would respond with “i could say the same thing about the chocolate covered-strawberries you made for me. if you’re not confident in how they taste, should’ve just told me.”
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ITOSHI SAE, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento,TSUKISHIMA KEI, kageyama tobio, suna rintaro, iwaizumi hajime, MIDORIMA SHINTARO, aomine daiki, akutagawa ryunoske, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, levi ackerman
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kucho04 · 3 months
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Art trade for @wannabe-cartoonist-blog ❤️ Also happy birthday to Kuroko <3
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nsfw knb part 1: (Akashi, Midorima, Murasakibara, Aomine)
Thank you for the request, the other half kuroko, kagami, kise (the kkk?!?) will be up in a few days. knb was my first sports anime that I fell in love with. Takao supremacy.
Akashi: 
He is very dominant in bed and gets off on a sense of control.  It does matter to him if you are feeling good though, and Akashi checks in regularly to make sure you’re still on board. 
Both personalities like bondage. Seeing you all helpless and needy is a major turn on for him.  Akashi usually keeps a tight lid on his alter ego, but it does slip out in the bedroom sometimes. 
Heterochromic Akashi greedily claims you as his prize, methodically stripping you of your dignity. 
Akashi secretly likes exhibition, but will never let anyone actually see either of you vulnerable.  
He insisted on binding you for a generation of miracles reunion.  The rope harness under your clothes dug into you, as you tried to look as normal as possible.  Suddenly you were aware of everyone’s gazes and praying they wouldn’t hear the soft vibration coming from under your clothes.  “Be a good girl.” he whispers, turning the vibrations a degree higher.  It’s likely no one suspects a thing, but it still feels like everyone can see right through you.  Akashi carries on as usual, but the hungry looks he gives you feel like he’s lighting a beacon for everyone to see.
Midorima:
Midorima is repressed as all hell and tries to control himself and be proper, but as soon as he slides in you he can’t stop himself from pounding into you relentlessly.  
Is not one to curse in his day to day life, but has a dirty mouth and spews profanity in the bedroom.
He holds a strong conviction that you are meant to be his, and will never let you go.
Eye contact is a thing for him, he likes to stare at you and the expressions you make.
While daydreaming, the idea of pictures popped in his head, but he was too embarrassed to bring it up and he hasn't worked up the courage yet.
“You’re tight,” he hisses, as he slides all the way in.  His fingers are leaving indents in your thighs as he pulls you up instinctively, forgetting everything except the urge to go deeper, to be inside of you. 
“Fuck! S-stop clenching like that…  feels too good” 
Aomine: 
motherfucker can't keep his hands to himself.  I think that as he grows older and matures his love of big boobs dies down to just a love of all boobs.  He still likes them big of course, but he learns to appreciate all sizes of boobs. 
Will lay his head on your chest to nap, making you unable to do much besides scroll on your phone.  Withholding sex is a great way to motivate him, but when he finally has you after being pent up he’s 10x more aggressive.  
Oddly though Aomine is more on the vanilla side of things. He likes rough sex but has no notable kinks. It would be more accurate to say that the only real sexual need he has is a soft and squeezable body.
"Baby... please lemme fuck you I can't take it anymore my cock is about to bust out of my pants!" He's already got one hand down his pants, the other undoing his belt.
"For the last time, no! We both need to finish our work! We can have sex afterwards." Unfinished emails and documents sit in front of you, as you literally push your horny boyfriend off of you.
Murasakibara:
lazy mf doesnt want to do shit but he’s fucking enormous.  His favorite pastime is eating you out over and over until you’re properly ready to take his cock.  It's not a problem for him because he loves to eat you out if he’s in the mood. 
The oral fixation is real.
He is easy to rile up and prone to childish jealousy, feeling the need to stake his claim on you at the slightest hint of competition.  Of course nobody in their right mind would pick a fight with him, but he still perceives anyone you talk to as a threat.  He doesn't want to share your attention with anyone.
If you want sex, you gotta get him in the mood. If he wants sex he's picking you up and hauling you to the nearest room with a lock on the door. You've been unceremoniously kidnapped several times already.
It's always a little scary when your boyfriend is in a foul mood. The inkling of fear turns both of you on though.
"I told you, he wasn’t flirting with me!  He wasn’t even talking to me!"
"He was looking at you. I could tell he wanted to fuck you." His voice is lower than usual, eyes narrowing to a glare. He inches closer, tying up his hair as he goes.
"Atsushi, I can take care of myself." A nervous wobble creeps into your voice though, and he backs you into a wall. His frame fills your line of sight, as he looms over you.
"No. My job is to take care of you."
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lexsssu · 8 months
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Mine (Murasakibara Atsushi)
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TAGS: Atsushi/F!Reader, smut, drabble, size kink, breeding Ao3 ver.
"You'd think everyone would have learned by now that you’re mine and that what I hate the most is when they try to touch what’s MINE” A low growl escaped the purple-haired man’s throat as he proceeded to practically fuck you into the bed, an uncharacteristic scowl upon his normally apathetic face.
Murasakibara Atsushi was a simple man. A fact that was well-known to everyone who’s ever met him, regardless if they were friends with him or not. As such, they knew how temperamental the purple titan was when it came to certain things. An example of this was basketball and yet the desperation in his every action was a testament to how frustrated he was at this very moment, moreso than in any basketball game he’s ever had. 
Your body was so small compared to his gargantuan form, both in strength and size that you almost looked pitiful taking the long and heavy girth of his cock in your tiny little pussy. Each thrust forcing your lower lips to open up as he reached depths you never thought anyone could enter and yet with how Atsushi rutted into you, you wouldn’t be surprised if your cunt took to the shape of his cock by the time he’s done.
“What if I put a baby inside you, shortcake-chan? Maybe then everyone will finally get it through their thick heads that you’re mine”
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pinkhairswagtourney · 8 months
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Pink Hair Swag Tourney, Grand Finale
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madammidnightsblog · 6 months
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Yōsen Bedroom Sex
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Warning : somnophilla, dry humping, breast play, mentions of strap on, nipple play, size kink, riding, mommy kink, praise kink, creampie, squirting, blowjob, quiet sex, doggystyle, dacryphilla, hard & rough sex, switch Wei Liu & Y/N
Tatsuya
It was barely past four in the morning and you woke up from hearing soft grunts next to you so you sat up and looked at your sleeping boyfriend next to you, reaching over him to turn on your lamp since the dark room made it harder to make out if he was really asleep. Once your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you saw how he was grinding up at the pillow he usually held to sleep as soft grunts and whimpers left his lips, his closed eyes squeezed at the small friction he was making. Knowing what he was doing, you smirked softly before taking the pillow away slowly to see how hard the poor boy was, his dick was throbbing under the blanket and his boxers so you decided to help your baby with it. Pushing the blanket to the foot of your bed and stripping off your panties, you slowly straddled him and started to gently grind against his bugle which had soft moans leaving your lips and you couldn't help but let your hands wander under your T-shirt, groping your breasts softly. Feeling the new weight on him and hearing moans, he woke up slowly as his hands slid up your thighs and gave them a good squeeze as his eyes opened to see you. His hips slowly started to move in sync with yours which made you look down at him while biting your lip as his sleepy eyes stared up at you in a daze state, his left hand moved up your thigh to your clit to give it attention which had you moaning a little louder.
"You look so pretty down there... I wonder how pretty you'll look on top of me." You moaned as thoughts of him riding your strap filled your head, growing more aroused at the memory of his lewd expressions he makes when he is stuffed with dick.
He groans when your hands come down to tease his nipple, drool dripping from the corner of his lips as your hips move faster, "So pretty.. I'II look so pretty." He purred, hands slipping off you to claw at the night stand to get the lube and said toy in the drawer.
Murasakibara
"You're so big Mura, so so big.. Stretching me so good and making me feel so good, " your hips hips bouncing faster on his cock as his large hands squeezing your breasts greedy, "Gonna use this dick however I want, gonna make me cum so good until I'm satisfied and you'll like that won't you, hm? Using your dick for my own pleasure until you're dumb." Moaning at how his dick easily kissed your cervix with every bounce and you knew you were going to cum soon which will have the large male under you pouting, wanting you to make him cum first.
His hands squeezing your breasts harder which made you mewl, "Make me cum first Mama.. Wanna cum before you and make you stuffed... You taste better with my cum." He pouted as he felt your gummy walls clench around him when he angled his hips just right, wanting to fill you with cum so he could eat you out just like he loved doing as he claims you always tasted better that way.
Your hips slammed down onto him which had him throw his head back and let out a deep whine, your gummy walls throbbing around him once again which makes him weakly thrust into you.
His eyes squeezed shut as the morning light spilled over the bed and blinded him but he was too lost into the pleasure, he didn't notice how whiny he was getting as he continued to beg you let him cum first which decided to make him beg more since he looked so cute when whiny. Rolling your hips, you began to draw invisible circles which had his gasping and pushing himself deeper until it felt like his dick went straight into your womb and almost came right then and there in you from how tight your pussy wrapped him.
Mind going blank from how full you felt, you cried out from him to cum which he did without hesitation as his fucks his cum into you and it seemed to trigger your orgasm since you came hard, body feeling like it was going limp as clear liquid spray onto his abdomen with a loud cry and his deep moan.
Fukui
"Momma.. Just like that." He groaned as your tongue was pressed flatly against his leaking tip, giving it a kitty lick before engulfing his length.
Your eyes flickered up at him, watching how his drowsy eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure. His hand comes up to cup his mouth, trying to quiet his moans as good as he could once he heard your dad moving around to get ready for work, trying to not alert him. Your tongue swirls around his tip which has him throwing his head back and his hips threatening to thrust into your mouth from the sensitivity he felt from the endless teasing he did before you woke up and all he wanted was you to finally suck him off. Seeing right through him, you pulled off with a soft pop which had him whining before letting out a soft scream when you flicked his balls and you just giggled at his panicked expression. You couldn't help but tease and scare him, loving how red he got in the face and the way he would squirm under you so you forced him to stay put before leaning further down and softly sucked on his balls.
"Scared are we?" You taunted when he pushed the knuckle of his index into his mouth, biting back any noise that would escape as his eyes were wide and staring down at you in panic.
Wei Liu
Your drool stained face was pressed against your pillow, hips being held tightly in Wei's large hands as he pounded into you while letting out husky grunts and groans along with strings of curses.
His eyes were staring holes into you as he asked if you were enjoying yourself which answered in high pitched whines, feeling like you were being split in half from the position you were in but nevertheless were telling him to go deeper and he was more than happy to oblige. His dick was deep in your tight pussy, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust which had your eyes rolled back and strings of praises leaving your lips. You both weren't caring about being quiet, going hard and as loud as you could before the sun came up, needing to let out the stress and tension from the weeks worth of exams and you were more than happy to reward your larger boyfriend by letting him use you to his heart's content.
"So big! You're 'o big baby, you're gonna split me." You cried as you felt him push himself completely in, holding you against his hips as he squeezed your bruised hips.
"Fuck.. I'm going to lose it. You feel so good babe, gonna fuck you until you're full." He growls as you roll your hips against him and purr out his name.
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transmasckagami · 20 days
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fujimaki has a type and i gotta respect the hustle
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kurokonobrainrot · 3 days
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Akashi to bless your day
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You're welcome <3
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teamatsumu · 9 months
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: ̗̀➛ tiny.
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murasakibara has a size kink
pairing: Murasakibara Atsushi x reader
word count: 1,489
✎ smut, nsfw, explicit content
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You didn’t notice it at first. You thought him cupping your hands between his was just a cute gesture. Or when he pulled you into bed and curled his massive frame around you until you were folded into a ball was just him being lazy and wanting to cuddle. You actually wouldn’t have caught it at all if that one fateful afternoon hadn’t happened.
It was a lazy Sunday, Atsushi’s favorite time of the week. Sundays meant no basketball practice and no school, which meant you had no reason to leave his bed unless it was to make food or pee. Currently you were laying between his legs, back against his chest with his chin resting on top of your head. He had propped a family sized pack of chips between your legs, reaching in and grabbing a piece every twenty seconds as his droopy eyes flitted over the laptop before you two. One of his hands was running lazy strokes over your bare thigh. It was quiet except for the sounds of the characters on the screen.
Every ten minutes or so, Atsushi would abandon the snacks in favor of wrapping both his arms around your middle and squeezing, nuzzling his face into the junction between your head and shoulder, inhaling deeply. He would bend forward until you curled under him, giggling at his affections.
“You’re so tiny, Y/N-cchin.” He cooed. “So cute.”
You opened your mouth to reply but all that came out was a gasp, feeling something long and hard press into the small of your back. You stiffened as the mood in the room shifted.
“Atsushi.” Your voice was breathy and quiet, feeling his lips meet the skin of your neck. Goosebumps rippled over your arms and your eyelids began to flutter shut when his hand on your thigh started inching up, fingers dipping below the seam of your shorts to tease the sensitive skin. Your intake of breath was sharp, and you felt Atsushi lean forward even more, effectively folding your body on itself. His arms wrapped around you tight, lips busy sucking a dark mark on your neck.
“Look how small you are,” he drawled, “I can cover you with my body completely. You won’t-” a pause while he squeezed your body. “You won’t be able to get away from me.”
You yelped as your body was suddenly lifted into the air and flipped, Atsushi now on top of you as your back hit the mattress. His shorts did nothing to disguise his hard on, pressing between your spread legs as he lapped at your neck like you were his latest snack.
You reeled at his words, feeling your body heat up at the implication. Oh.
“Atsushi,” your body buzzed in excitement as you thought out your next words. “You’re so much bigger than me. You could crush me completely.”
His moan was broken and it made you fill up with glee. Oh, the thought of this was destroying him. And you weren't fairing much better either. You could feel yourself dripping at the thought of your huge boyfriend holding you down until you couldn’t move. Until all you could do was lay there and take what he gave you.
He seemed to be on the same page as his hand played with the waistband of your shorts, teeth nibbling at your earlobe. “You want it, Y/N-cchin?” His voice had dropped a few octaves. “I’ll give it to you if you promise to take it all.”
You nodded into his hair, pulling your limbs further into yourself. You watched his eyes darken at the action, at the thought of you making yourself smaller for him. Your mind was getting hazy, playing into this newly discovered fantasy you didn’t know he had.
“I’ll try to take it.” You whispered. “But I don’t think I can.”
Of course you can. You had done it before. But you loved the way his lips twitched at the pretend apprehension in your voice. His expression turned devious as he stared down at your pliant body.
“We will just have to see, won’t we?”
Clothes came flying off after that, feverish kisses exchanged between you two as you felt Atsushi resist all of your actions. He slapped your hands away and pushed your body down over and over, making sure you knew how helpless you were compared to his overwhelming strength. You moaned and whined into his mouth, letting his tongue ravage every crevice. You loved it when he got like this. When he abandoned the slow, lazy sex and gave you more. And if you were anticipating correctly, today he was out to wreck you.
His heavy cock dragged over your slit, rock hard and throbbing. He hooked his hands under the backs of your knees and pushed your legs up until you were folded in half, making you sigh and squirm just a little. You bit your lip in exaggeration.
“Atsushi-kun, I can’t move at all.” You purred, watching him take in a shuddering breath as his hungry eyes ran over your pinned body. He gave you a grin.
“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t have to. You’re gonna take it like a champ, just like this.”
The head of his cock poked at your entrance and your eyes widened. Okay, this was new. Atsushi always prepped you. Always. Because it was true that he had a huge cock, and you couldn’t possibly take him without opening up on his fingers first. He registered the genuine apprehension on your face and you could feel his cock twitch at the sight. His eyes gleamed.
“Take it like a good girl, Y/N-cchin. No complaints~” And then he sank into you.
You gasped and your back arched, body struggling to accommodate his girth. Pain shot up from your core and through your torso as Atsushi pushed deeper and deeper, not pausing for one second until his balls slapped into your vulva, and you cried out when the head hit your cervix. He was moaning loud and unhindered, hands gripping your legs so hard you were sure he would leave bruises. Tears ran down the sides of your face and into your ears, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to relax your core, panting heavily.
“Aw, baby,” Atsushi bent forward when he saw your state, licking at the tears running down your temples, humming low. His cock twitched inside you, making you yelp. He was enjoying this too much, and that made you squirm in excitement. His enthusiasm was turning you on.
“You’re so big, Atsushi-kun.” You gasped out, clenching around him until he groaned. “You’re stretching me out. You’re going to tear me into two.”
Nothing could have prepared you for the pounding that came next.
He was fast and rough, slamming his hips hard into you with every thrust. You screamed and cried, more tears leaving your eyes. He leaned over you, your legs hooked over his shoulders and forehead pressed to yours, watching every little detail of your face closely as his cock tore through your pussy.
“Taking it so well, Y/N-cchin.” He muttered, his breath hitting your face. He licked at your lips. “Your tiny little pussy really wants me that bad? No matter how much it hurts, you’ll still let me crush you?”
You did nothing but babble out scrambled words in response, gripping tight at his biceps until your nails were digging into his skin. That seemed to spur him on even more. His hand reached between your legs, pinching your clit until you shrieked, rubbing it in hard, tight circles that had you arching your back off the bed and cumming all over his cock, eyes rolling up and legs seizing tightly. Atsushi groaned and kept going, prolonging your orgasm by not letting up his ministrations on your clit until you were sobbing and begging him to stop. You struggled against his grip, trying to push his hand away from your pussy but failing. He drove into you harder at the sight of you struggling against him.
“One more,” he moaned. “Come with me. Gimme one more-”
He pushed you into another orgasm fairly quickly after that, heavy balls slapping on your ass until he stilled deep inside you, cumming with a loud groan that washed over you like warm water. Both of you heaved long breaths, trying to blink through the roaring in your ears.
You whined when he finally pulled out of you and lowered your legs. They were trembling and twitching with fatigue, making Atsushi snicker and kiss the inside of your thighs. He bit and licked at your salty, sweat-covered skin.
“Well,” you sighed. “That was new.”
He hummed and fell down on top of you, making you groan in protest. He shoved his face into your neck when your fingers reached up and carded through his damp hair. Already, you could feel sleep encroaching on your mind.
“Next time, I’m taking you against the wall.”
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amateurasterism · 1 year
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he hates himself for not being able to talk. obviously, he can speak, but not in the way he wants—not in the way where he can outwardly illustrate in words how much he adores your smile, your laugh, your kindness, your everything. he tells you this, and you’re always reassuring him that its okay; you understand he isn’t the best at these things given his troubled past. but what you don’t tell him is that he doesn’t need to tell you his feelings in words because its written plainly in his actions. it’s written in the way his eyes crinkle at jokes only when you’re laughing, and the way he watches intently at your every move and reacts if your body is too close to the corner of the table or stairs. in the way his mouth opens ever so slightly when you wear that dress he loves so much and the tracing of your name on your back when he’s anxious. thus, despite his doubtful mind, you know he loves you. nonetheless, every so often you two will lay in bed, waist cradled between his arms, eyes shut in false slumber as you listen to his rambling. “i love you. a lot. i’m sorry i don’t say it enough. do i deserve you? sometimes i feel selfish for keeping your perfection to myself. someday i’ll get over myself and find out how to tell you how much i love your eyes, your face when you’re excited over the things you like, and the way you’re so understanding over everything. i’ll love you forever. i hope that’s obvious.” the confession is so quiet, you can’t be sure if it’s real, but it’s enough for a smile to ghost your lips as you turn around to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “i love you too.” “you were awake?!”
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, okkotsu yuuta, kagami taiga, ITOSHI RIN, nagi seishiro, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, kozume kenma, tsukishima kei, chuuya nakahara, akutagawa ryunoske, ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA, levi ackerman, armin arlert
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kucho04 · 3 months
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xoxomyseriesxoxo · 9 months
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“If destiny does exist, then his appearance must have been fate, too. Someone who has all the qualifications to be a Miracle yet didn't become one of the Miracles. The last to awaken his talents. The Miracle that never was.”
Happy Birthday KAGAMI TAIGA [02.08]
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i continue to draw petty comics whenever ppl on reddit have shitty momoi takes
(original joke from here)
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b0ther · 1 month
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ain't even jealousy
you fucking hate the basketball team, but there's no one you hate more than aomine.
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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.
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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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