#Kise Ryouta X Reader

[kaiijo]

GOM + KAGAMI AS ROMANCE TROPES — [KNB]

characters: kuroko tetsuya, kagami taiga, aomine daiki, kise ryouta, midorima shintarou, murasakibara atsushi, akashi seijuurou content: gn! reader, tooth-rotting fluff, aomine’s is set when he and reader are college-aged + vorpal swords is a professional club notes: finally proving my love for my bball boys and living up to my username

⋆｡° kuroko tetsuya — soulmates

You were constantly looking over your shoulder, from the moment you were born to right now. No one could really blame you, what with the words “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” written on your arm from the day you were born. They were supposed to be the first words your soulmate spoke to you and you were supposed to be excited for the words, but you were just scared that your supposed one true love would be some creep or a serial killer.

You had moved from Okinawa up to Tokyo for high school, a move that your parents made so your brother could pursue track at one of the top high schools for the sport. Meanwhile, you had enrolled in Seirin High.

Sitting in class, you cursed your luck for being assigned a seat in the first row. You listened passively as your classmates’ names were called on roll. One by one, your teacher went down the list until she reached, “Kuroko Tetusya?”

“Right here, ma’am.” The whole class jumped at the quiet voice and you stared at the boy three seats behind you and to your left. When had he gotten there?

You turned back to face the front, sighing and shaking your head. You raised your hand when the teacher called your name, zoning out for the rest of the class. It wasn’t until your teacher said that she wanted you to turn and talk to a classmate and introduce yourselves that you listened back in.

You looked around with a frown; it seemed that most people just picked their desk neighbors or people that they were already acquainted with from middle school. Great, so you’d be the loner kid from out of town with no friends. Awesome. You turned to look back the teacher when you saw that there was someone right to your left — that super quiet kid, Kuroko. “What the heck!” you yelped. “When did you get here?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You two stared at each other for a solid twenty seconds, silent, before you bashfully said, “Hi, I’m Y/n.” You held your hand out.

“I’m Kuroko Tetsuya.” He took your hand and shook it with a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you, soulmate.”

⋆｡° kagami taiga — friends to lovers

“What the hell happened here?” you asked Kagami as you two packed up for the day. You held his English language test in hand, pointing at the big ‘30%’ circled in red ink at the top of the paper. “Are you sure we both lived in America because—?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, snatching the paper from your hand. You snorted, poking his side and narrowly avoiding the swipe he aimed at your head.

You had known Kagami since you were kids in the United States, though you returned to Japan earlier than him because your dad’s job moved him back. It was a total coincidence that you wound up at Seirin together, reconnecting in your English language class.  

“Yikes,” you said. “Better call Alex and brush up on your English.”

As you exited the school building, Kagami shoved you lightly, though it was enough to set you off-balance and almost careening into the ground. You would’ve if Kagami hadn’t grabbed your arm, sheepishly offering an apology. “Jeez, Taiga, know your own strength. Some of us aren’t as buff as you, you know?”

Kagami went a little red and he looked away from you. “Can we stop by Maji Burger on the way back?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m actually kind of hungry.”

You took the train over and you sent Kagami to the register to order for the two of you, sliding into a booth. As you scrolled through your social media, you didn’t notice some guy sliding into the seat across from you. He cleared his throat and you looked up, eyebrows raising. “Can I help you with something?”

“Yeah, I saw you across the restaurant and just had to ask for your number.”

“Oh, uh… I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do that.”

“Why, you got a boyfriend or something?”

“Yeah, me—” Your head whipped over to see Kagami, standing with a tray stacked with burgers and fries. “—so you can fuck off.”

The guy’s mouth opened and closed, taking in Kagami’s large frame and mean scowl and seemingly deciding that it wasn’t worth it, slinking off with his tail between his legs. Kagami practically growled at his retreating back, settling into the seat across from you and dropping the tray on the table with more force than necessary. You watched him as he unwrapped a burger and took a big bite, still frowning. “So,” you said, “you’re my boyfriend now?”

He avoided your eyes and mumbled something around his food. You reached across the table and poked his forehead. “What was that?”

Quietly, he repeated, “If you want me to be.”

Your face warmed but you gave him a small smile and said, “Maybe take me on a date first.”

He perked up and said, “Deal.”

⋆｡° aomine daiki — second chances

Aomine, for all his pride and bravado, admitted that he wasn’t the best boyfriend in high school, especially when the two of you dated in your first year. He understood now that instead of an equal give and take for the two of you, he really just took and took and gave you very little. But he was older now, more mature, more reflective, and you were standing a few feet away from him in the coffee shop Momoi begged him to visit to get her some new, overly sugary treat that was trending on social media.

He had to do a double-take when he first walked in, having heard a laugh while he tapped through Instagram stories (Kuroko had taken a video of Kagami tripping over a wet floor sign, Kise was promoting for some skincare brand, and Akashi was in Ishigaki for the weekend). His heart leapt to his throat; when you turned from the cashier to make your way to the pick-up counter, he confirmed it. It really was you. Your hair was a little shorter and your style changed quite a bit but he would know that laugh anywhere.

“Dude.” Aomine snapped out of his daze and glanced over his shoulder as some scowling middle school kid. “Move up, it’s your turn.”

Aomine didn’t reply, approaching the cash register and ordering Momoi’s viral, heart attack-inducing pastry and a coffee for himself, doing his best to subtly glance over to where you were patiently waiting for your own drink. He shuffled to the pick up counter, standing a respectable distance away from you. Did you know he was there?

“Aomine!” The barista called, and he watched your head shoot up from your phone and you glanced to your right, eyes meeting his.

He grabbed his coffee and the pastry, unsure of what he should do next. Should he say something to you? It would be dick move to just walk away without a word.

“Aomine,” you said, breaking the ice first. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” he said, frowning a little at the use of his last name. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been pretty good, studying environmental science. What about you? You’re playing for Vorpal Swords now, right?”

His eyebrows raised and something sparked in his chest. You still kept up with his basketball career? He nodded and you replied, “That’s cool.” The silence that followed was a little awkward, but neither of you made any attempts to move.

“I remember you always liked biology class,” Aomine said finally, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m glad you’re doing what you love.”

That seemed to pull a genuine smile from you and Aomine’s chest tightened. “Yeah, I really do like it. I could say the same for you though.”

The barista called your name and you jumped a little at the sound. As you grabbed it and before he could stop himself, Aomine asked, “Iced latte with oat milk and vanilla syrup?”

You looked surprised. “I’m… I’m honestly shocked you remember something like that.”

“We bought coffee almost every day before school,” he said. “Always running late because of it.”

“Hey! We ran late because you couldn’t wake up to your eight alarms, dummy.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, yeah.”

Silence followed again and you rocked a little on your heels before telling him, “I should get going. I have to help my roommate study for a quiz.”

“Right,” he said. “Yeah, it was… nice running into you.”

“You too, Aomine.” He watched you walk out the door and it was only a few seconds before he was racing out of the cafe.

He yelled your name, drawing stares from other pedestrians. You turned around and Aomine asked, “Wanna get coffee here again? Saturday at eleven?”

You smiled back at him. “Sounds like a plan. You better wake up to those alarms… Daiki.”

⋆｡° kise ryouta — fake dating

During a break in his basketball practice, Kise ran up to you from where you sat in the stands. “Look, Y/n-chii,” he said, showing you his phone screen. You glanced at it, a selfie of Kise with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, both of you are grinning. The caption read: no one else i’d rather be with <3. “We’re so cute together.”

You laughed weakly, “We are.”

A month ago, Kise asked you to pose as his partner since his sisters were going to be around for the month. They had been bothering him about getting a partner and he had gotten sick of the teasing and nagging. The two of you hadn’t been friends exactly but you weren’t strangers; you had been in a handful of classes and worked on a few projects in and out of school. You weren’t really sure why you agreed. You guessed it was that gravitational pull that Kise had that made him irresistible to women and men alike.

You were a bit embarrassed to say that you originally judged Kise as just a pretty face but the month revealed to you that it was absolutely untrue. While he may not be book smart or excel in school, Kise was emotionally intelligent, a beast on the basketball court, and — as you found out through a series of encounters with some of his fans — highly protective of those he cared about.

He took you out on cute “dates,” you met his sisters and parents, and you tried (and failed) to beat him in some spontaneous street basketball matches. You had to admit that you had a really, really good time fake dating Kise. Maybe too good a time. Your heart raced when he leaned against you, enveloping you in the comforting scent of his cologne, when he slid his hand into yours, when he kissed your cheeks when you met his family.

You felt like a complete fool, falling for a guy so out of your reach.

“Hey,” he said and you nearly leapt out of your skin when you saw that Kise had made his way into the stands and sat down next to you. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He frowned, unconvinced, but he didn’t push it. Instead, he looked out over the basketball court and said, “Can’t believe the month’s almost done.”

You chewed your bottom lip and tried to make a joke: “How dramatic do you want the breakup to be?”

Kise said, “That’s— I’ve actually… I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about that.”

“Do you want to do it earlier?” Your heart dropped to your stomach at the thought.

Kise’s head whipped towards you, nearly colliding with yours. “No!” He took a deep breath and more calmly, said, “No. Actually the opposite.”

“You want to break up later?”

To your surprise, Kise chuckled, “Wow, and people say I’m dense.”

“What do you mean?”

Kise tilted your chin up, making you meet that intense gold gaze. “I want to date you for real.”

⋆｡° midorima shintarou —  frenemies to lovers

You wouldn’t say that you disliked Midorima but… you couldn’t say that you were good friends either. The two of you bickered in class a lot, constantly jockied for higher scores on tests, and gave smug looks at each other when the teacher praised the other.

However, while you and Midorima were, in essence, academic rivals, you were also united in the fact that you both were at the top of your classes. When a classmate would say something dumb, you’d both immediately share a side-eye together. You gravitated toward each other for group projects, avoiding people who wanted you to do all the work.

“You need to come to the game tonight,” Midorima announced to you as you two packed up after Japanese History.

You gave him a look, saying, “When have I ever shown interest in watching basketball?”

He pushed his glasses up and said, “Time to get interested.”

“Why, though?”

“Oh, just come,” Takao sighed. “None of us will ever hear the end of it if you don’t.”

“Fine,” you said, “if it means that much to you, Midorima.”

He just nodded tersely and began to turn away before hesitating. He pointed at your phone charm — a limited-edition charm from you favorite manga — and asked, “Can I take that?”

“What?” You glared at him. “Of course not!”

He huffed, ears turning pink and he pushed up his glasses defensively. “Just for tonight.”

“Why?”

“It’s my lucky item.”

You gave him a look but sighed, unfastening the charm from your phone and handing it to him. “I better get this back after your basketball game.”

He nodded again and pivoted sharply on his heel, walking away without another word, Takao hot on his heels.

On your train ride home, you looked up Oha Asa’s horoscopes out of curiosity, searching for Midorima’s. He was a Cancer, right?

Today is a fifty-fifty day for Cancers but you can change your luck for the better by inviting someone important to you to a meaningful event in your life. Your lucky item for the day is a borrowed phone chain!

⋆｡° murasakibara atsushi — stuck together

You absolutely could not believe the day you were having. As Yosen’s long-suffering manager, you supposed you should have been used to the antics of the players, but after a less-than-stellar performance on a pop quiz and spilling water on your uniform blazer, all you wanted was an uneventful practice and to go home and take a nap. But apparently, fate had other plans for you in the form of Murasakibara Atsushi.

“Y/n-chin,” he drawled, pulling on your shirt sleeve. “Do you have any snacks?”

You shook your head and asked, “Doesn’t Himuro usually have some for you?”

“Muro-chin’s coming late today.”

Ah, so that’s why the gym wasn’t swarming with girls at the moment. “Right,” you said with a sigh. You thought for a second before saying, “I think I remember Liu saying he stashed some snacks in the supply closet. Let’s go look there.”

The two of you made your way into the closet at the end of the gym and you unlocked the door. You switched on the light and rooted around shelves, pushing away cleaning supplies and spare equipment. “I swear Liu said he hid snacks in here.”

“Maybe you’re just too short to see,” Murasakibara said. Before you could tell him that he needed to keep the door open since it locked automatically from the outside, Murasakibara had already moved and the door swung shut behind him.

You cursed and grabbed the handle, twisting it and feeling the resistance of the lock. You groaned, resting your head on the door in despair. From behind you, Murasakibara announced that he found Liu’s stash of snacks. “Great,” you grumbled. “I’m so happy for you but we’re stuck in here until someone lets us out.”

Murasakibara glanced at you and came up beside you, trying the door handle himself with much more force than you ever could muster (you were pretty sure you heard the metal bend a little) but you still remained trapped. You shot a text to Coach Araki, informing her about your situation, to which she replied that you’d both have to wait until they found the spare key since Fukui had managed to misplace it a few weeks ago.

You rubbed your hands down your face and leaned your back against the door, watching as Murasakibara plopped down on the floor and stretched his legs out, munching on Liu’s chips. He took up most of the floor space of the closet, and you pressed yourself further against the door to avoid knocking into his feet.

As fifteen minutes passed, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other again, legs growing tired. Murasakibara cocked his head before he suggested, “Y/n-chin, do you want to sit?”

“I’m okay,” you mumbled but Murasakibara remained unconvinced apparently since he sat up a little straighter, set the empty chip bag aside, and leaned forward suddenly, pulling you down to sit in between his legs. Your cheeks burned as you practically crashed into his body.

“You can lean against me,” he said. Your face was on fire but honestly, you were too tired to argue with him, shifting to rest your back against his chest. He reclined on his hands and you felt his gaze burning into the back of your head.

It was about fifteen more minutes before the door opened, Himuro having found the key. Fukui, Okamura, and Liu also peeked their heads inside, Fukui and Himuro eyeing your positioning with smirks. “Looks like you two got comfy,” Fukui snickered. Okamura turned away, muttering something about how unfair life was, and Liu’s eyes zeroed in on the chip bag beside Murasakibara.

“Did thou eat my snacks?”

⋆｡° akashi seijuurou — forbidden relationship

If it was anybody but you, you would have rolled your eyes at just how cliche and utterly ridiculous this situation was. But it was you and your life and your relationship, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t completely crush you.

You and Akashi had grown up alongside one another but not necessarily in a good way. Your parents’ companies were each other’s main competitors, and while they had as polite a relationship as industry titan competitors could have, neither family wanted their heirs dating.

But at your and Akashi’s ages, it was hard to really forbid you two from seeing one another.

You sometimes couldn’t believe how many people rose to power who were insufferably boring. You stood beside your mother as she laughed and clinked champagne glasses with a group of suits, your face frozen in some disingenuous smile. Your eyes, meanwhile, scanned the large banquet hall, falling immediately on a figure with red hair and two-toned eyes. You felt your mouth curl into a real grin when you met his gaze and you winked at him, butterflies bursting in your stomach when he smiled back and shook his head fondly.

He had told you that his father arranged a date for him tonight, the heiress to one of their closest associate companies. You couldn’t say you weren’t a little jealous but you were completely confident in Akashi’s love for you; the two of you wouldn’t have carried on this long if either of you wasn’t completely enamored with the other.

“Excuse me,” you said at a lull in the conversation, “I’m going to get some air, I’m feeling lightheaded.”

“Of course, dear,” your mother said. “Be sure to be back for speeches, though. You know how your father gets.”

You nodded and slipped away to the venue’s gardens, lush and hued in autumnal colors. Your fingers brushed against the blooming wisteria as you made your way to the bridge over the garden’s pond, staring down at the moon’s reflection in the water.

A few minutes later, your reflection is joined on the bridge with Akashi’s, shoulders touching. You didn’t exchange any words for a while; you just rested your head on his shoulder and his head rested on yours.

“Where’d you leave your date?” you asked him.

He chuckled, “She’s in a conversation with my aunt about her collection of vintage Versace.”

You hummed, “That should keep her busy the whole night.”

Akashi finally faced you. “That’s the intention, beloved.” He pecked your forehead.

You gently poked his side and asked, “You call that a kiss?”

He gave you one of those looks, eyes glinting with the same promise of a challenge as they did when he played basketball. “Are you underestimating me?”

“Well, if the shoe fits…”

You laughed as he cupped your face and pressed his mouth against yours for a much, much different kind of kiss.

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[morosis-haze]

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

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

Warning: Swearing

𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢

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

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

❒ Like damn can you act like you care?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚

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

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

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

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

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

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

❒ “Hmm you think she’s pretty?”

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

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

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

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

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚

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

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

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

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

❒ Next thing he knows he liked an old photo

❒ He has the most dramatic reaction

❒ Being mad loud got his teammates looking at him sideways

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❒ He straightens up putting on the suave act

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

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

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

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

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

𝐀/𝐍: @katsumiiii your man is in here

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[qupidology]

Of all of the GOM you’d think that Kise would be the most gentle in bed. From the way he interacts with everyone with a smile on his face and in such a sweet manner you’d really think he’s the type to kiss you sweetly as he’s fucking you nice and slow.

But no. Kise is the type of man who wants to see tears running down your face, makeup ruined, and choked noises between a moan and a sob leave your mouth as he drills into you so fucking deeply you think he’s bruised your cervix. He’s the type of man to choke you with one hand as his lips are next to your ear whispering the filthiest words.

And even when you’re crying about it being too much and you can’t go anymore he’d just roll his eyes at you while he goes on for the ninth round that night. And don’t even try blacking out on him because he’ll make sure you’re awake enough to feel him fuck his kids nice and deep into you. And if even after he’s slapped your face a few times telling you to keep your eyes open you can’t, he’ll grip you by your chin, his golden eyes burning holes into you and say, “Either keep your fuckin eyes open or we’ll make a movie for you to watch later on. I’ll even invite my teammates over to watch too so they can see how much of a slut you are.”

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

[pillow-anime-talk]

getting caught by their team.

request: can i request generation of miracles + kagami getting caught by their teams kissing their s/o? if its too many characters it can be just midorima, akashi and kise, tysm!

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; light comedy; huge fluff; kisses; shy!boys; teams; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. taiga kagami, tetsuya kuroko, seijuurou akashi, ryouta kise, atsushi murasakibara, shintarou midorima, aomine daiki & satsuki momoi {knb}

author’s note: hope you like it!

— TAIGA

↘ That was before going to the gym because you accompanied your boyfriend on the way to training. At the same time you tiptoed to reach Taiga’s lips, Seirin Captain opened the huge, heavy, gray door and frowned at you two. Immediately Junpei yelled at your partner that he was late and that he had to do a few extra laps around the court as a punishment.

↘ Of course, all this could not miss the huge blushes on the tall basketball player’s face, as well as a few words that your boyfriend tried to convey – unfortunately to no avail due to his tendency to stutter in stressful, intimate moments.

— TETSUYA

↘ That day you thought you were alone in class (and whole school); it was Thursday afternoon and you finished your lessons twenty minutes ago. However, you asked your boyfriend to help you with something before he goes to meet his friends at the burger bar. Of course, Tetsuya was really glad to start explaining matrices and their multiplication to you. You smiled at each other every now and then, and even allowed yourself a little kiss from time to time.

↘ At one point, when your lips met again in a cute, this time a bit longer kiss, the classroom door opened with a loud bang, and as soon as you stepped away from each other, you noticed a few basketball team members. Unlike Kagami, however, Kuroko seemed to ignore his friends and only asked them for a few more minutes of privacy as he had not finished explaining today’s lesson to you. Your cheeks were as red as those of a few tall males, and you could have sworn you heard a sentence like, “Yeah, I’m sure kissing will help Y/N in math”.

— SEIJUUROU

↘ You loved going to the gallery with your boyfriend. Not only to buy clothes or food, but most of all because you could spend time together without his dad or friends and without your loved ones. It was your private time, your moment of rest, conversation and cold coffee/tea. Seijuurou loved to see you happy, and you loved your partner. Unfortunately, after a few hours of spending time together, you had to, as it always does, part up for a while. You had to come back home and clean the apartment.

↘ As is your habit, you said ‘Goodbye’ with a long, slightly wet kiss. Akashi touched your both cheeks, and you smiled with delight. Afterwards, you waved at him and promised you would call him as soon as you got home. In the meantime, your moment of weakness has been noticed by the rest of the Rakuzan team, who definitely won’t let their captain rest (just wait for it).

— RYOUTA

↘ Kise is one of the most affectionate and clingy people you and his entire basketball team know (poor boys...). So it’s no wonder that everyone around the tall blonde is used to his enormous feelings towards you, as well as loud words describing his feelings.

↘ No one is surprised that Ryouta kisses your sweet lips as a ‘Hello’, as a ‘Bye, bye’, for success in the match or exam, as a apology or to show his jealousy, happiness, sadness and regret. Kise really loves to kiss you; this is his favorite form of showing affection ‘cause he believes that each peck is unique and full of warm emotions. Especially kisses on the lips, which express great, sincere love.

— ATSUSHI

↘ Atsushi is not very effusive in his feelings. He shows his love in gifts or time spent together. Nevertheless, if the purple head uses another of the five love languages – touch and compliments – you will feel the best in the world. Murasakibara is one of the most precious and gentle people you know, believe me.

↘ So when your boyfriend decides to kiss you in public, know that this is a really big and beautiful moment. And if he does it in front of his team (even if he doesn’t do it on purpose), you can feel special. After that, of course, a few people tease the two of you, but such a fantastic moment is worth it all.

— SHINTAROU

↘ Three point shooter is so ‘lucky’ that whenever he gives you a kiss somewhere hidden, someone from his team notices it. Shintarou says it’s a bad fate, but you only laugh because of his blushes and then kith him on the forehead or nose to support and show him how much you love and appreciate him.

↘ This time it was exactly the same! That day you were in the park with your boyfriend, and he looked around the two of you. After a while, he found you were alone within a few hundred meters, so he leaned a bit towards your smiling face, and then gave you a short kiss right in the middle of your mouth. At the same time, the two of you heard a loud “Awhh, Shin-chan!” and you already knew it was happening to you once again.

— DAIKI

↘ On the one hand, Aomine never had a problem kissing you in public or next to his basketball team, but only when he felt like it and didn’t show his other face, which was... really cute and soft. So when his kisses weren’t filled with lust and speed, but with gentleness and pure feelings, it really bothered him that someone dared to interrupt your moment of intimacy and at the same time made his cheeks a disgustingly sweet blush.

↘ Just like now; when he fondly said ‘See you’ to you because your bus had arrived, his blood pressure immediately surged up when he heard Shoichi’s annoying voice shouting, “Oooh, how sweet! I didn’t know you this way, Aomine!”. He wanted to kill him soooo badly.

— SATSUKI

↘ Momoi is a very shy girl, although she doesn’t look like that. She loves hugging and holding your hand in public, but prefers kissing in some secluded place like her bedroom or your car. She’s a really fragile person and all kinds of jokes work very badly on her, even if it’s innocent words about how cute and funny she is.

↘ So when Aomine and a few other members of the Touou team caught you having a short but affectionate kiss on the bench while you were both having lunch... Satsuki almost passed out from the heat that caused her blush!

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[ushiko]

the sweet to my sour | kise ryouta

kise ryouta x fem!reader

summary: the five times kise and the reader met and four times were a failure but the last one might be a success

word count: 3.5k+

warnings: the reader is a little mean and sarcastic so it might come off a little weird; language and kise being a player

a/n: first thing ive written in a while so please be nice

TRY NUMBER ONE: JAWBREAKER

the watermelon jawbreaker in your mouth was sweet but had the sting of sourness to it as you continued to chew on the hard piece in your mouth. it distracted you from the noisiness of the hallway surrounding you. It appeared that there was a new rumor going around about the same blonde basketball player that had a new rumor going around every week about him.

kise ryouta.

the blonde bombshell that has taken over the school since he started here not even a few weeks ago.

it wasn't a rare sight to see him surrounded by multiple girls begging for his attention or his teammates bugging him about practice or the next game. it was interesting to watch from a distance but you never wanted to get yourself involved with someone as popular as him. you just wanted to keep to your small circle and get through this school year without being noticed.

that image was destroyed all in one day.

you were passing onto your second period minding your own business about to push a jawbreaker into your mouth as it was the only thing to bring you some energy. when the thunderous footsteps of multiple people pierced your ears as you watch a swarm of girls running through the hall with the familiar blonde in front. it was inevitable what was about to occur. the weight of a 6ft basketball player hit your body which caused you both to hit the floor as the group stopped to stare down at the scene below them. the blonde lay on top of you with your head lying nicely on the floor you were sure to find a bruise back there later but you were more concerned with your inability to breathe.

" could you get off of me, please? i can't breathe," you whisper as you push on his shoulders.

he gasps and laid his eyes on yours, " oh i'm sorry! didn't mean to crash into you."

he stands up quickly with a hand reached out to help you which you subtly reject as you lift yourself from the floor. You glare at the girls surrounding you with a similar glare directed toward you. it wasn't your fault he fell on you, it was really their own fault.

" i'm really sorry about all of this. though most wouldn't mind the situation you were in just now," he cheekily says as the girls giggle around him.

a slight groan leaves your lips as a grimace settles on your lips. shrugging up your bag you decided its best to leave the situation before you lose your mind.

"wait, is there anything i can do to make it up to you?" he yells behind you as you had already turned the corner to your next class.

the best thing he can do is to leave you alone but ultimately god is not working in your favor as the next time you see him it is even worse.

TRY NUMBER TWO: WARHEADS

the green apple warhead felt tingly on your tongue as you made your way towards your locker and to hopefully leave the hell they call the school. only except the real hell was at my locker leaning against it with a petite girl standing next to him. he probably didn't even realize that he was leaning right on top of your locker instead was more focused on the words leaving his lips to the girl giggling below him. you groaned and continued chewing on the warhead as you slowly take steps toward the depths of hell. the sounds of their fake laughter filled your head with a horrible sound as you stood before them.

"can you move from my locker please?" you bluntly ask as they appeared oblivious to the people around them.

both their heads slowly turn towards you with small frowns on both their faces. the girl shoots you a glare as you stood before them as a minute pass by since you asked them to move.

"you guys are on my locker, can you please move?" you explain and they both stare at you like a deer in headlights. they both finally come to their senses and decided to move out of the way for you to move in the middle.

as you begin to put in your combination, you feel the piercing stare of blue eyes in the side of your left head and the fiery glare of another on your right side.

"aren't you the girl i accidentally fell into the other day in the hall?" kise asks.

you glance briefly at him as you switch out your books, " yes, that was me. thanks for the bump on the back of my head by the way. feels great. "

he chuckles," sorry about that. i can't control the crowd sometimes but you were standing right in the middle of the hallway."

you scoff, " yeah right. you have all the control in the world over that group you just decide not to. and i wasn't standing in the middle of the hallway i was walking to class and you ran into me. now if you excuse i'm going home to get away from whatever love fest is going on here."

with your final words, you slam your locker shut and lay your eyes on him with a lasting smirk. he stands with his arms crossed leaning on the locker beside mine with an eyebrow raised and a glimmer in his eyes. with a fluttering glance, you walk away feeling the same eyes on the back on your head though this time the blue eyes feel softer than before.

TRY NUMBER THREE: SOUR SKITTLES

the next few weeks were painful to say the least. it seemed that kise believed you and him were friends or even acquaintances. he would follow you around aimlessly talking your head off about something that you didn't have a single clue about. today he was rambling about the captain of his team berating him all practice yesterday. according to him, the supposed ' awful, terrible and mean' captain had no reason his behavior towards kise.

"i would have to greatly disagree," you mumble to yourself as you walk towards your next class with the rambling blonde beside you.

"what was that?" he instantly stops mid-sentence as he snaps towards you.

you shrug your shoulders and chuckle," its nothing. don't you have a class to get to?"

he laughs and almost skips down the hall with you ," i do but i rather walk with you!"

"why?" the question flies out of your mouth without really any thought or moment to catch yourself.

he is silent for a moment and appeared to be deep in thought as you watch his long eyelashes flutter on his high cheekbones.

"i don't really know to be honest. its nice to talk to someone who is will actually listen to me instead of just trying to hit on me."

your heart pumped a little harder as you listen to sincerity in his voice and watch as a small patch of pink runs up his cheeks. his eyes shift around the hall as he avoids eye contact with you.

"well, thank you for telling me, kise. never thought about it that way. "

his eyes finally meet yours even though you two were still walking to class with others having to move out of the way to avoid the potential collision. a zap traveled down your spine as his bright smile was directed towards you and the patches of his cheeks reach the corner of his eyes. this moment was imprinted into your mind from that day forward. time passed by with you and kise getting closer and closer each day till the rumors began.

everyone assumed they knew your relationship but it was anything from the truth. some people thought kise was just talking to you just to get in your pants and some people thought it was the other way around. the lines were blurred between you and kise at times when there were small moments when you even questioned what you and kise had. till one day the question was answered.

it was a late afternoon and kise asked if you could grab him a snack from the vending machine before his practice since he was running late and was starving. he practically begged you since you really wanted to avoid his team and the smell of them too.

walking towards the gym doors with a sweet snack in one and your sour skittles in the other, you slowly open the door to hear kise's teammates berating him.

"c'mon just tell us! everyone wants to know !"

"guys! its really not like that!"

"i doubt that. you haven't even thought about it? do you even like her? "

there was anxious silence as you felt your heart almost race waiting for his answer. he lets out his lazy smile and shot a basketball into the hoop.

"i've never thought about her that way. she's just a friend. that is all she ever will be."

if your heart was made of glass, you would have heard it shatter onto the floor. the unexpected pain wrenched the heart in your chest. you weren't supposed to fall for him but it was hard not to when he made it seem that he was only vulnerable to you. through your thoughts, you didn't realize your hand had let go of the handle making the gym door slam behind you. the loud slam of the door made all the heads in the gym snap toward you. the silence was defining as kise gasped and whispered your name.

"uh, i got you your snack. i'll just leave it on your bag," you squeak out as the ball in your throat made it hard to talk. you throw the snack on top of his bag and run quickly out the door.

you hear the sounds of your name behind you from the sweet voice that told you secrets no one else knew and told him your own. sour skittles run down the side of the bag as your drop it on the ground with the rain coming down from your eyes.

TRY NUMBER FOUR: SOUR PATCH KIDS

the silent treatment. usually works every time if you are dealing with an average person. but you are not dealing with an average person. you are instead dealing with a blond dumbass who doesn't understand the silent treatment. he has been bugging you since that day in the gym but you have been avoiding him and ignoring every advance or conversation he tried to start.

it was more to protect yourself as you let yourself get hurt by him before and you didn't want to go through it again. it wasn't even supposed to end up this way. how did you even get here? was it is the low conversations you two would have while studying or talking about things that neither of you would admit or talk about with others? you don't know when the feelings started or when they bloom into deadly flowers in your heart but you needed to rip them out from the root.

it had been a week since the incident and every day kise would follow you down the hall till either you ignored him enough that he would stop or you would glare at him hard enough that he would stop in his tracks. today you had hoped that he wouldn't try again to talk to you as you were already in a bad mood and didn't want it to lead to something where you would regret the words that would come out of your mouth. but it was already too late as soon as you turned the corner there he was waiting for you. you rolled your eyes and strolled past him as he groaned and followed right after you.

" (y/n), please talk to me. i can explain everything, okay?" kise begged as his voice went in one ear and out the other.

the built of anger from this morning and the instances whines behind you were only going to lead to disaster.

"kise, please, stop. i'll talk to you when i'm ready, " you lowly say to him as you hope that would stop him but it did the opposite.

instead he continued on his ramble of why he answered the way he did but the buzz in your head blocked out his voice.

"kise!" you finally yell out drawing in everyone's attention.

you both stop in the middle of the hall as he snaps his mouth up like a snapping turtle.

" just stop! i'm not listening to you anymore. please just stop! leave me alone, i beg of you," you whisper the final words as you watch his blue eyes water slightly before he huffs and stomps away.

this time you watch his back walk away with your eyes burning into the back of his head.

it was another two weeks before you heard anything from kise as he now actively avoided you but now you felt horrible about the way you handled the situation. you didn't want to lash out at him like that and let the frustration of that morning get the best of him. you couldn't build the courage to confront him face to face as every time you two made eye contact he would turn the opposite way. your chest turned as you watch his eyes soften towards you then quickly move away and turn his back to you.

late one afternoon after an intense math tutoring session that used to be attended by you and kise had ended, you went to your locker and head home when you noticed a particular candy sitting in the corner of your locker.

a pack of sour patch kids.

you don't remember purchasing these and only one person knew your combination.

kise ryouta.

there was a small pink note sitting on the front of the pack, ' i miss you :( meet me behind the gym after practice?'

a small smile crosses your cheeks as you take the note and press it to the side of your locker and take the candy with you, slamming your locker shut. with quickness in your heart and a sonic speed in your steps, you make your way to the gym to hopefully sweeten the sourness in your mouth.

TRY NUMBER FIVE: STARBURSTS

turns out you turned up to early for the end of practice since it wasn't going to end for another hour and a half but you didn't mind as you got to see what kise does best. he had begged you for months to come to his games but you simply refused as because of the fangirls you would have to deal with and the crowd was always too loud. but in this little gym with just you sitting on the bench watching him felt perfect. you really got to see him at his element without the lights and the crowd distracting you from the sight in front of you.

there was sweat running down his face and neck which caused him at some points to bring his jersey up to wipe his face. his eyes would meet yours every time causing a smirk to pass his lips as he watched your face turn away with a shy look in your eyes and with a blush painting your cheeks and ears.

in the final ten minutes of practice, kise runs up the bleachers towards you with a large smile on his face. he stops in front of you and you didn't think his buttery caramel eyes could get brighter but under the gym lights and the sweat dripping down his temple, they beat any pretty flower you’ve ever seen.

" meet me out front and i'll walk you home?" he whispers as your eyes shift behind his head to see his teammates smirking and looking at you both.

a tender finger under your chin turns you back to his soft caramel eyes and the blonde in front of you, " don't worry about them, okay? they are idiots. so, meet you outside?"

you shyly nod and watch as his smile get impossibly wider," good."

with those final words, he bounds back down the bleachers with a skip in his step almost making his trip on the final step. a giggle slips past your lips which makes his head turns toward you with a shimmer in his eyes and his smile reaching his eyes.

...

" i am really glad you came. i was positive you weren't going to show up," he says as you walk side by side down the path towards your home.

" well i can't resist a good bag of sour patch kids," you sarcastically joke, " but i am glad i came too. i wanted to apologize for what i said."

" that morning i had a lot going on and i let my anger out on you and i am sorry that i did that. i should have calmly told you that i needed some time to think about everything instead of yelling and ignoring you. so im sorry kise."

you finish your ramble as you watch his face contort into a small smile and a little nod of his head.

"thank you and i forgive you. i was never mad at you for what you did. was i hurt? sure but i knew that you didn't do it on purpose. i am also sorry that i didn't respect your space and give you time after what happened. i shouldn't have been so pushy so i am also sorry for my actions."

a smile spreads across your cheeks, " i forgive you kise. i do have to ask though just so i can get it off my chest. did you really mean what you said to them that day in the gym?"

without hesitation, " no."

the rapid response caught you by surprise as you quickly look up at kise with the most serious look you had ever seen on him.

"then why did you say it?"

"because i am stupid and at the time i couldn't tell them what i really felt when i didn't even know myself how i felt. i knew i liked you but i didn't realize how deeply until you already heard what i said. i like you a lot and i genuinely care for you. i want to be more than friends with you, (y/n). those are my true feelings."

your chest felt tight as your heart was pumping at an accelerated rate. you swallow the lump in your throat and stop the both of you before you made the corner to your street.

you grab his calloused hands and squeeze lightly as you stare into his starry, caramel eyes that beat even the hottest and sunniest day of the year. his eyes were filled with contentment and warmth as he stared back down at you.

" i like you too, kise. i don't know when i did but I've never felt this way about anyone before and i don't want to with anyone else. there is no one else i would want to share my secret stash of candy with or tell all my secrets to. those are my true feelings."

he chuckles," i feel honored to be the only one to have access to your candy stash."

"you should. it is very exclusive."

"good and there needs to be no other exceptions," he whispers above your lips as his face lays a breath away from yours.

" there won't be," you whisper back.

he lets a small smile before lightly laying his lips on yours in a sweet kiss that felt like a feather laying on your skin. his lips and hands move slowly on you as he lands his hands on your cheeks. your lips move in sync and slowly with his as you enjoy the small moment between you in the bright sun and cloudless sky.

he moves back lightly with his hands still laying on your cheeks. he smiles as he enjoys the sight of your cheeks squished together under his hands making him want to kiss every inch of skin he can find on your face.

"kise?"

his name draws him out of his fantasy as he sees you looking at him with your bright, warm eyes and the most adorable pout on your lips.

"yes love?"

a blush crosses your face at his pet name which brings a wider smile to his lips and his heart jumps at the sight.

" can we go get some starbursts? you stole all of them last time."

he chuckles and presses a small peck on your lips and then takes your hand.

" of course. i'll buy you any candy you want, sweetie."

" even the sour stuff you hate?"

"yes, i will. why wouldn't i ?"

he would give you everything you wanted even if it was sour and he hated it but you knew that you loved it and that is all that mattered to him just to see that sweet on your lips.

it was the sweetest thing he had ever seen and was his new favorite sweet.

a/n: ahhhhhhhh i finally finsihed a fic i could cry

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[tenkasato]

helloooo Ten, i'm new to your blog but i already love your writing! can i request Kise hurt/comfort? angst with fluffy ending please!

Hi! I apologize this took a while (again). Thank you very much for reading my writings. It really makes me feel appreciated. I hope you like this! ^^

The Same Sky Above Us

Scenario: When being in a relationship with Kise feels like you're always hanging by the thread, what compels you to stay?

Pairing: Kise Ryouta x reader

“I can explain.”

You knew dating the Kise Ryota wasn’t going to be easy. The well-known golden boy is a rising star. Not one person in the country hasn’t heard about his unmatchable talent and surreal beauty—all of which, he claims, belongs to you and only you.

When he asked you to be his, you laid out your reasons for declining. It wasn’t practical. He carried far too much baggage you didn’t have the energy or the courage to deal with. All the alarms in your body screamed. Red flags were raised in front of you. However, when he grasped your hand that night and captured your eyes with his mesmerizing gaze, you figured that the rose-tinted glasses veiling your vision kept you from seeing the warnings. 

You loved Kise Ryouta. You were willing to throw yourself out into the wolves that plagued the show business if it were to make him happy. 

So, here you are. 

“Babe? Are you there?”

Ryouta’s voice sounds crippled through the phone. It’s as if his mouth is full of coarse sand. You hear the tremble, ever so slightly. You picture him, phone on his ear like you, eyes downcast and marred with melancholy that doesn’t seem to fit his face.

You wrap your blanket around you. The wind blowing from the opened window bites your skin in the most unpleasant of ways.

Silently, you contemplate closing the window but avert your eyes back to your laptop instead. 

The image of a blonde diva with her lips mashed against Ryouta’s is flashed from the screen. Her nails, long and painted baby blue, dug into the skin of his chin. Long, flowing curls fell from her shoulders, partly covering her closed eyes. 

Ryouta on the other hand—

“She just jumped me,” he goes on, tone increasingly frantic but also tired. “We were shooting for the editorial print cover, and—and—we were standing close to each other. She was my partner for that pose.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes were closed too, face not particularly showing any expressions that would give away anything. His hands were on her waist. Both figures are slightly blurry from that stolen shot.

“I tried to push her away immediately, but they were somehow able to take the photo.”

The headline writes “KISE RYOUTA, DATING MULTI-AWARDED INTERNATIONAL STAR HIMIKO SILVA ” in large, bold font, but you had to read it a couple of times just to absorb the words and the implications they hold. 

“It means nothing. I swear!”

You knew dating the Kise Ryota wasn’t going to be easy.

You couldn’t count how many hate messages you received from anonymous sources online. Each day, you carefully cover your face in the crowd as you go to work in the fear of being spotted. Kise Ryouta is loved and admired by many, but the same couldn’t be said for the “lucky, undeserving girl” he was dating. 

'What did he even see in her?' 'There are so many better choices for Kise-kun.' 'She’s a bitch.' 'Where did she come from? She’s a nobody.' Yes, you’ve probably heard it all.

“I told you about that gig, didn’t I? The one where famous models from New York are participating in? Remember? You—you said it was okay with you that I joined, right? It just so happened…just so happened that she—”

His dreams and opportunities carried him to different places. To Paris. To Seoul. To Madrid. And now, to the US. You both weren't oblivious of the difficulties surrounding long distance relationships. But he said he’d make it work. He said he’d do his best and whispered sweet promises of forever in your ear every night. 

You believed him.

Even when he continues to shoot provocative photos with women who looked like they were sculpted to perfection. Even when rumors of him hooking up with famous actresses became the news you listen to as you drink coffee in the morning.

Ryouta says your name, utters it pleadingly. You snap your laptop shut and hop out of your bed to close the window.

“Please believe me. You're the only one I love. I can't ever betray you like that. When they touch me, all I could think of is how much I wanted you to be here instead. Please. Please. Talk to me. I’m sorry—talk to me—”

“Ryouta,” you cut him off as you looked outside the window. 

The line grows silent. 

"Where are you right now?" 

You hear a slight shuffle from the background. Then, he replies, "I'm in a coffee shop."

"Ahh, that explains the jazz music," you remark. "Can you look at the sky from where you are?" 

There's another pause. You imagine him frowning at your seemingly out-of-place question. "Yeah. I can."

"Great. What's the weather like there?"

"It's sunny," Ryouta says, words laced with confusion. "The clouds are fluffy. The sky is orange but also pink. It's a little hot today, but just the right amount of warmth you prefer."

You can't help the smile that curves your lips. "How lucky. It's raining here. Cold. The type of weather that makes me want to cuddle with you."

"... what?” A pause. The sound of glass and cutlery clinking fills your ear. “But aren't you mad?"

"I wish I could see you right now. We're miles away from each other that even if I dress up now and head to the airport, I won't be able to see you until a few days. But we're still somehow connected through this call, through the memories we have of each other, and even through the same sky we're under—it comforts me." 

The half moon is barely able to cast its glow through the rolling clouds. You sigh and lean by the window.

"I trust you," you tell him and mean every word. "You've never done anything to break that trust. The people around us, the situations, our circumstances aren't always on our side. But you are."

"But—" he begins again. He sounds so helpless it pricks your heart. "But sometimes I wonder if you're better off without me. I've caused you so much pain and trouble just by following my dreams." 

"Don't downplay yourself," you say with a shake of your head. "You don't remember how much sleep you lost by trying to keep me awake to finish my work? Or how you covered my student loan when I was almost penniless? Or when you told me I was beautiful even when I cut my bangs wrong?

"Ryouta, I knew dating you wouldn't be easy and I was prepared for whatever came with you. I believe you. So please, believe in my feelings for you, too."

Once again, you're left in silence. You transfer your phone to your other ear and walk back to your bed. 

When you lie down, you hear him sigh. You close your eyes and imagine him beside you, lying on his side with that boyish grin you love so much. 

You reach out, as if he was there. 

"I wish you were here," he finally says, echoing your thoughts and creating a bridge between you two. "I miss you."

"I want to hold your hand," you say.

"I want to hug you," Ryouta chuckles.

"I want to touch your face."

"I want to hear your voice," he whines.

You laugh at that. "You're already hearing it… I want to kiss your lips."

You hear him groan from the other line. "I want to smell you."

"Creepy," you laugh, "But okay. I want to fuck you."

Ryouta gasps, scandalized and no doubt flustered. "Language! You—you're—not that I don't want to… but—!!"

"Come home to me soon, alright?" you say amidst his haphazard stuttering.

You close your eyes again, picturing Ryouta, blushing beetroot red, a cup of hot chocolate in his hand, wearing the wool sweater you bought him on his 27th birthday, smiling through the longing. 

"I will," he promises. "Always."

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[shoichee]

Can i get a soulmate fic for kise please? What i was thinking was that they have this "hate" relationship (where they passed the line between love and hate, but they just don't know it yet). Like they argue because it's like routine for them already. Manga (and jealous?? but doesn't know that what he's feeling is jealousy :P) kise please!! It's up to you what kind of soulmate thing, but maybe something that takes time to show since they've been interacting and all that. Thanks so much!!

Paradox

[Kise x f!Reader]

soulmate!au, enemies to lovers!au, manga!kise, cursing!kise to bits, LONG SERIES FIC

Hana is the name I decided to give to the brunette who flirted with Haizaki in s3

Synopsis: Kise despises people like you more than anyone else, the type of people who are shallow, coquettish, and so high-strung on acquiring a soulmate more than anyone else. Nothing good ever comes out of someone who hangs out with the brunette girl along with Haizaki.

You despise two-faced people like him... that's what you like to tell yourself. After all, you're only honest about what you want with people, and if it can help you get a soulmate faster... Where's the crime in that? High-and-mighty people like Kise who didn't believe in soulmates were pretentious, and he was no exception. And you'll do whatever it takes to get what you want, even if it means throwing away your heart in the process, because happiness will come to you once you're with your soulmate... you just know it.

Chapters 3-4 can be found here!

Word Count:

Part 1: 3386 | Part 2: 2131

A/N: This post includes both chapters 1 and 2! Well, it's here... I have the entire brainstorm of where I need this plot to go, but writing it out in fic form as opposed to long headcanons? ... Not my strongest suit but here I go? Please support this series through reblogs/likes and comments! I'd love to interact with everyone!

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Chapter 1, Kise’s POV

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Addressed to Kise Ryōta:

You will meet your soulmate in a place where there are many other people. You will have your first real encounter with them in a place where you always spend your time through the years. Be careful to keep track of where you are at all times. Your soulmate is always with company, and they are never lonely. You must be careful to not actively seek out for your fated encounter, for you’ll certainly miss them. You must remain committed and seek out things that keep you steady and motivated. Only then is it possible for your soulmate to come to you instead.

Kise would like to think he’s a romantic at heart—cheesy guy even, but on the other hand, he actively scoffs at the letter’s content… that he’s had memorized for years now. He has no choice on the matter of whether or not he’ll remember it. Not when his “letter” was just a measly paragraph. He remembered being awfully jealous and whiny of his past classmates bringing their 2-page letter to class to show off and getting the “ooh’s” and “ah’s” from everyone else. That was one sure-fire way to distinguish yourself from the crowd and make a name for yourself. Over the years, Kise’s learned that it would become a separate type of “popularity hierarchy,” whereas those with the most elaborate, mysterious, or unique soulmate letters are the ones at the top of the social ladder. Bonus points if it somehow involves all three factors.

And somehow, he also ended up at the popular side of that hierarchy too. Not like he cared, but it’s wildly convenient sometimes to get what you want from people. Still, no benefits from being popular this way could ever outweigh the massive inconveniences; he made the grievous mistake of revealing his letter contents to a casual friend in “good-natured fun.” And before he knew it, the entire school ended up knowing about it too… and then the entire neighborhood… and somehow, it went even into the ears beyond that.

Thus, it started his chronic illness of being tailed after by girls of all backgrounds. With no cure in sight for the ailment that he certainly didn’t ask for. It’s almost terrifying how a single day transformed every single girl into a parasitic bee on a search for the brightest, most colorful flower. Kise, already popular for his looks to begin with, suddenly was shoved under a more blinding spotlight of public scrutiny. If he was going to be completely honest… he liked it… at first. The newfound attention was euphoric and foreign, and he relished in it. But just like anything else, it got… boring.

Some might call it the ultimate blessing: it could make searching for a soulmate much easier and less effort on his end, they’d argue. Kise had come to beg to differ. Not when hundreds of the same faces with hundreds of clamors claimed and cried that they were his soulmate. How do fourteen girls suddenly have the “other half of the puzzle” to his own letter when there were… thirteen other girls claiming the same thing?

See, one soulmate gets a letter describing a general location of where they’d meet their soulmate. The other soulmate gets a letter describing a general timeframe of when they’d meet. Not like it actually helps narrowing down the process of pairing up people. Because he knows this shit can take years—decades, in fact—before he can even get a first glimpse of his soulmate. And the ordeal of people constantly screaming in his face that the time they’d meet their soulmate is now and hence, “it must be Kise” got old really quickly.

It’s utterly stupid. Who does this sender think they are to decide how Kise gets to live his life? What type of sadistic game were they playing by forcing the other soulmate to have the other half of the information, which would be, no doubt, just as annoyingly cryptic?

He stopped denying all the rumors of a girl claiming to be his soulmate; for every rumor he clarified and quashed during his naive youth, three more sprung up the next week. Ignoring them sounds counterintuitive, but when he allows the many rumors and girls to multiply and fester, the number of annoyances are still relatively the same: nearly infinite.

Such has become the life of Kise Ryōta.

Worst part of this whole damn thing was, he won’t be able to know when he’d meet his soulmate, not until he shares a “kiss of genuine integrity” with them… and he doesn’t even know where to begin with that requirement. Supposedly, after you kiss the right person with the right intention, something changes in the mysterious letter that would indicate he found the soulmate. Problem is, it’s different for everyone: some get a drawing of their soulmate at the end of the letter; some simply have the name of their soulmate written at the end; some get an engraved stamp; and the list goes on and on. The main takeaway from it all is that his letter should have a visible change at the end… if he could even get to that point at this rate.

“Oh my gosh…! Is that—That’s Kise-kun!!”

“Eh?! Where, where?! Let me see!”

This is ludicrous. What kind of deity up there decided to put a twisted spin on this sappy, fairy tale trope? He gives a harsh exhale before he puts up a polite smile and continues on with his day. His first day at Teiko.

“Please join our club…!” Several girls huddle around the table, eager to show the good-looking boy their information trifold-cardboard and flyers. Unsurprisingly, every single one of them had eyes of ulterior motive. At the sight, Kise resists the urge to roll his eyes at them. He stands there for a bit, watching their mouths move, but in truth, he’s not hearing a single thing out of them.

This girl looks decent… her hair is a bit weird, though.

Oh, she sure has a strange accent… and this girl has odd eyebrows.

Ugh, this one talks too much at a too-high pitch.

“Ah… well…” He puts up a chagrined smile, not knowing where to look before he smoothly waves goodbye. “I have something else to check out. Keep yourselves well, ladies!” With that, he immediately prepares his ears for shrieks of admiration and lovesickness.

Good riddance.

———

As much as he hates to admit it, he still doesn’t know what that letter exactly means to this day. Some of the sentences that consider themselves as “hints” or “instructions” are way too vague to be considered such.

He begrudgingly opens up the envelope containing the letter for the umpteenth time again. Kise sits on his desk in his own room, illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the glass pane. Floating dust particles are instantly revealed where the light hits, but he doesn’t care, his attention only on what’s important. Chin on his desk, Kise lays the envelope and letter on the flat surface, trying to see what he could be missing. By now, the paper is slightly worn out from years of Kise thumbing, flipping, inserting, folding, unfurling—you name it, in hopes of finding any hidden clues as to who’s the sender and how to solve this “riddle” that ultimately determines the rest of his life. The seal wax on the envelope is beyond recognition, cracked and no longer aesthetically pleasing to look at.

An unassuming creme-white envelope laid tactfully on top of the same desk years ago, the light from his room window shining on it like a natural spotlight. Stray dust floated around, acting like confetti to announce its unexpected, (yet important) quiet arrival. Adorned with a wax seal, the middle of it was impressed in the center of the seal with a perfect copy of his “hanko” that clearly had the kanji for his name. Which was weird… wasn’t counterfeiting hankos illegal? Being beyond skeptical even for his young age at the time of the discovery, Kise thoroughly checked every crease and fold of the paper. Yes, he even dared to open the window and looked around in case someone had the gall to play a prank on him. Opening up the envelope did nothing to calm him down as soon as he realized it was the infamous “soulmate letter.”

So God help him.

“Well…” he sighs, picking up the letter closer to his face, chin still firmly on the wood. “It wouldn’t hurt to double-check one more time, right?”

[You will meet your soulmate in a place where there are many other people.]

He frowns not even a second into the letter. Well that’s not EXACTLY helpful, is it? he ruefully thinks, recalling the constant faces surrounding him with hopeful, shining eyes. How am I going to figure out which of them is the right person? He groans in frustration before reluctantly moving on to the next part.

[You will have your first real encounter with them in a place where you always spend your time through the years. Be careful to keep track of where you are at all times.]

This also makes no damn sense. He blows a strand out of his hair in annoyance, but he stops at a realization. I guess I’ve been in the studio for a long time… It has been a couple years since he started out as a casual model, so perhaps he’s on the right track. He allows himself a small grin of triumph.

[Your soulmate is always with company, and they are never lonely. You must be careful to not actively seek out for your fated encounter, for you’ll certainly miss them.]

His grin grows wider. This is it…! It only makes sense that they’re also involved within the modeling industry. Are they a photographer, makeup artist, stylist… or even, are they also a model like him? It would only make sense if they’re never alone like he is. And maybe trying to seek them out when they also attract other people to them would make it harder to face them alone? He frowns. Or maybe it’s because they’re one of my many admirers? That one is still a bit muddy. But he remains hopeful.

[You must remain committed, and seek out things that keep you steady and motivated. Only then is it possible for your soulmate to come to you instead.]

The most cryptic part of the letter. If he’s going to try to base this off of the premise of his soulmate being near his modeling job, maybe he should pursue the pastime beyond just a hobby and turn it into a career? But other than that, all the things he’s tried out, especially sports, have gotten boring and thus, been abandoned. He bangs his forehead on the table, grin wiped off of his face realizing how he instantly got kicked back into square one.

This… this doesn’t make any sense!

———

It’s been two years at Teiko. Still no sign of this soulmate. He’s not surprised that by now, nearly the entire school somehow caught wind of the contents of his letter…. though, rumors have been getting wilder and wilder as days pass.

“Kise-kun.”

“Ee-ee-eeeee!!” The sudden voice makes him jump out of his skin before he whirls around in a panic. “Kurokocchi!! Could you stop doing that??”

Kuroko merely gives his signature blank look before he continues walking on like nothing happened.

“Y-You’re really gonna ignore me?!”

“It’s almost time for practice,” he says, turning back to face him expressing theatrical tears. “We don’t want to be late, or Akashi-kun will find out.”

At the mention of the captain’s name, Kise merely gulps before he catches up with Kuroko’s stride with no further complaints.

“But did you have to pop out of nowhere?”

Honestly, I still don’t get that part about him.

“I can’t help it,” he deadpans, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s not much different from your popularity.”

“When you put it like that,” he sighs, putting his arms behind his head. “I guess I can see it.” He eyes the back of Kuroko’s head—who’s been walking ahead—for several minutes before he finally musters up the courage to ask.

“Say, Kurokocchi…”

“Yes?” Kuroko continues keeping up his pace, but he slightly looks back to Kise in acknowledgment.

“Did you get your soulmate letter yet?”

At the question, Kuroko merely blinks before he replies. “I received an envelope in my locker yesterday. I thought it was strange since no one ever notices me to begin with, so I thought someone must’ve mistaken my locker for someone else’s.” Kise waits with bated breath for him to continue.

“And?”

Kuroko looks away for a second. “Yeah, it had my hanko on it. I opened it to make sure it wasn’t an error on the sender’s end. Sure enough…” he nods before finishing his reveal, “it was in fact, about my soulmate.”

“What did it say?!” Kise nearly jumps on Kuroko out of anticipation, but he barely manages to keep himself in check.

“That I’ll find my soulmate when I’m 17 to 18,” he says matter-of-factly. “So that means… I’d be a 3rd year in high school. But it also said I would already encounter them at several points in my life prior.”

Kise face-palms at his answer. “What the hell? How come yours is so straightforward?”

He only shrugs as a response, because they were already at the front steps of the gym. It looks like they got here on time. Kuroko announces the two of them before he helps pull out the ball carts. As shoe squeaks and ball dribbles echo throughout the interior, Kise stands there mulling over Kuroko’s information.

So Kurokocchi had the part of the soulmate information that only told the approximate time frame… Still, his was way too simple… or did he somehow decipher it really easily?

Kise makes a loud noise of frustration as he grabs and shakes his head, completely ignoring the concerned looks from the other first-string players.

Eurghh!! Why is mine too complicated?!

———

Kise looks at the letter in his hands again. Looking at it sort of pisses him off at this point, the wrinkled font clearly mocking and challenging him to solve it… if he could even do it to begin with. He holds the top of the paper with his two hands, his thumbs and forefingers gripping tighter. He can just rip it. He really can… who’s stopping him?

Actually, has there been anyone who ripped their letter like this before?

He intensely stares at it for a few moments, juggling his options and weighing the consequences if he did choose to shred his fate into pieces. He gives a resigned pout when he comes to the conclusion that maybe it’d be best if he didn’t test that theory out. With a huff, he roughly folds up the paper and shoves it into the envelope before tossing it haphazardly onto a low shelf.

“That’s it,” he declares out to the room. “I’m not going to bother with this soulmate shit. I’m going to live my life however I want, and no one can stop me otherwise.”

And suddenly, he feels ten times better, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. I should’ve done this sooner, he thinks, yawning as he gets ready for a good nap in his bed. Thinking about this is way too tiring and troublesome. Why should I even care about it anymore?

———

Somehow, his admirers became bolder and bolder, realizing that they should try to push his boundaries and see how much they can get away with. It started with tentative brushes of his shirt and his arms, thinking he didn’t notice. Of course he fucking noticed, when ten other girls had the same idea. Birds of a feather flock together—something he remembers, snorting derisively in his mind yesterday. But what does he do? Put some distance between them and himself with a cheery smile and a fastbreak walk. And then today, they have the audacity to actually grab him?

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Is it true that your soulmate letter told you that you’d meet someone so beautiful in a place no one goes to?”

“No, that’s wrong! I’ve heard that he’s looking for someone in a place where he works.”

“Should we also apply there then…?”

Kise drops his sunny disposition like a drop of a hat, and those who had their eyes and hands on him immediately flinch at the sudden change. All the loud whispers cease.

“K-Kise-kun…? Is there something wrong?”

“Is there someone bothering you?”

How do you guys have no self awareness?

“Ah, sorry…” Kise gives a placid smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You see—”

“Oh!!~ Ryōta-kun!!”

Everyone jumps at the sound of his first name used so familiarly, but Kise is more shocked than the rest of them because he doesn’t recognize the voice one bit. What the hell is going on?

A girl ruthlessly pushes through the crowd before she bounces to his side with such a saccharine smile that Kise is almost impressed by the feat. But his thoughts short-circuit when she comfortably wraps her perfectly-manicured hands around his left arm, her brunette hair swept across her shoulder and touching his sleeve. He gets a full whiff of her fragrance, and he slightly grimaces before his thoughts finally catch up to register what just happened.

What the f—

“Everyone is so touchy today!!” she declares with a slight pout, ringing her voice loudly for everyone nearby to hear on purpose. “Don’t you guys know Ryōta-kun is my soulmate?”

“O-Oi—who said—” Kise immediately tries to jump in, but the girl is quicker to cut him off.

“He’s mine! Sorry girlies!” she says with a playful innocence before narrowing her eyes maliciously at the crowd. “... So you’ll have to leave, ‘mkay?” No sooner she speaks those words, the group disperses, and for the first time, Kise’s relatively alone in broad daylight in the middle of a public space. Though, he now has a bigger issue at hand. This girl.

There’s no doubt the entire school would talk about this the next day and weeks to come… probably months too. He drops his nice facade completely with her. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but stop it. The shit you’re doing right now isn’t cute in the slightest.”

“Oh! Ryōta-kun… don’t you know how attractive you are when you look at me like that?” She leans forward with a sneer of her own. “But you should be thanking me, no? I got rid of the pests for you, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t need your help,” he scoffs, beginning to turn away to walk. “If anything, you sound more desperate than I am.” There’s only one reason why she’s here.

He fumes to himself. She’s annoying, trying to use me for my status as a model to boost her own reputation in a hopeful “scandal.” Fucking hell. I’ll have to ask my manager about this later for rumor control… He clicks his tongue, making it loud enough for her to hear.

At least he knows 100% that she isn’t his soulmate. That’s one girl down out of infinity.

He walks with such controlled anger brewing within him that he almost didn’t notice another girl walking past him. Almost.

“Hana-chan!” a voice called out. He presumes that the brunette is who the voice is looking for. “Why’d you ditch me like that? You left me with these boys all alone! You know how starved they are—They totally looked at me like a piece of meat!”

“Aish, (y/n)-chan!” He hears her annoying voice echoing behind him. He walks faster. “Don’t you know you have that charm? Can you blame them?~ I wouldn’t, hehe.”

“Mou—! Hana-chan!” You speed to Hana, completely ignoring Kise as you storm past him. “You’re mean!”

He takes a quick side glance at you before his scowl turns harsher.

Who the hell in their right mind is friends with that bitch??

“Sorry, sorry!~”

But Kise can obviously tell she isn’t sorry in the least. He’s even more pissed off when he hears you pleasantly laugh with her, completely accepting her half-assed apology.

Chapter 2, Kise’s POV

———

“Huh? What’d you say Ryōta?”

“I said I want to play for the starting position.” Kise’s voice takes on an arrogant tone, dropping all polite facade—a rare occurrence, especially around so many people. The other first-string players watch the interaction anxiously, tension building in the gym.

This guy isn’t taking me seriously at all, is he?

Haizaki merely gives him a condescending look when he turns to face Kise. “You just joined the team. Hah—don’t be stupid.” He cocks a brow to taunt him further. “Besides, you can’t even beat me at practice. What do you think you’re doing, eh?”

I know what I’m doing, and you damn know it.

Kise merely gives a cocky look of his own. “I may not stand a chance against the other four, but I think I’m ready to take you.” More than ready. The mentioned Generation of Miracles stand aside to watch Haizaki’s response, not making any particular move to interfere.

“Heh, you must not think much of me.” Haizaki puts his hands casually on his hips. “It’s obvious I just don’t take practice seriously.” He licks his thumb as another taunt. “Fine. I’ll give you a taste of what I can really do.”

Honestly… what type of sick guy even does that? I can’t stand him.

. . .

A dunk there.

Another dunk.

Steal.

Backtip.

“Uh-oh. Kise-chin’s getting destroyed,” a lazy voice rings over the shoe squeaks and echoing ball bounces in the one-on-one match.

Damn it, you didn’t have to say that out loud, Murasakibaracchi… Damn it.

“More! I’m not done yet…!” Kise breathes hard, wiping sweat off his chin with the back of his arm and takes on a defensive stance.

“It’ll end the same way every time.”

“W-Wha—!”

“You and I…” Haizaki deals the finishing blow with a brutal dunk. “... are cut from different cloth.”

Ah… shit. Damn it, I thought I had it this time… I thought… damn…

“Shōgo-kun!” a feminine voice calls out from the doorway. A brunette girl pops her head to peep in. Hana. “Are you done with practice?”

Ugh… not her. Kise inwardly blanches at hearing her nauseating voice filling up the room and remembering the stunt she pulled the other day. Of all people to see me like this too…

“Yeah, sorry. I just finished,” Haizaki calls out, voice turning casual. He walks to her with an outstretched arm, eager for a touch before she recoils in disgust.

“Eurgh—!” she shrieks. “You’re still drenched in sweat!”

“Pft, I’ll take a quick shower.” He leans forward to her face, hands on his hips. “Do you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, come on!” she chastises him with that sickenly sweet voice, knowing fully well of his implications.

Kise huffs a small breath of annoyance, though it doesn’t do enough to convey his irritation for her. What a fake. People like her are so unbearable—the worst.

Aomine sighs, watching from a distance away. “That bastard…”

“Hey,” another player calls out. “Isn’t that… That’s Kise’s new girlfriend. Are they soulmates?”

Bullshit! She’s not—

“Ryōta-kun?”

Don’t use my first name like we’re familiar—

“Yeah.” Haizaki turns back to stare down at Kise, still on the ground with his hands and knees. “This guy just challenged me and lost.”

“Seriously? Talk about lame~”

“Anyways, that’s that.” Haizaki prepares to leave with the brunette. “Later, Ryōta-kun.” He adds an emphasis on the honorific to further humiliate him as he turns around.

Kise begins to tremble, fists tightening. All of you piss me off. He grits his teeth, willing himself to get up from his total loss and stand on his feet again. His hands are hanging loosely at his sides—stance relaxed, but no one around him can tell what he’s actually feeling from the way he hides his face under his bangs. But he can’t blame Haizaki… that’s the most infuriating part. He’s right… I challenged him and didn’t stand a chance—That can only mean I have to get stronger.

“Hey, wait!” Another voice cuts through his thoughts when more running footsteps echo down the gym hallway. Kise looks up with a disinterested expression at the source of the noise. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you! Aren’t we going to the arcade together?”

Haizaki merely smirks at you, giving you a once-over before flicking his hand towards himself to beckon you over. “The more the merrier, eh?”

“Oh, Shōgo-kun! You’re so sly!”

“Ehhhhh?” You dramatically gasp, turning to Haizaki. “But you agreed on going on a date with me today, didn’t you?” Haizaki stops with a raised brow to try to recall before his grin grows wider at you.

“My bad. So I did,” he hums. “Then,” he turns to the brunette, “After the shower, I’ll be with (y/n), yeah? You’re more than free to join, though.”

“Whaaaat?” You tilt your head at him. “We agreed to go alone together, geez…”

Kise merely tunes you out from that point on, no longer interested in you and whatever shit you were going to spew out. Anyone involved with Haizaki like that isn’t good to begin with. He slowly walks to use the exit on the opposite side of the gym to avoid the group for good measure.

She’s just like the rest of them. He yawns.

———

Another day, another practice. Even after Teiko destroyed Meiko in the national finals, there is no excitement buzzing among the basketball players from such an accomplishment, when such wins are simply obligatory and frequent.

“Midorimacchi? Where’s everyone else?” Kise enters the gym nonchalantly but stops to do a double take to see half the room empty. It’s supposed to be another regular day of practice isn’t it?

Midorima pauses, his hands on a plastic bottle before he narrows his eyes. “Those fools chose to ditch.”

Fools? Kise widens his eyes. “You can’t mean…”

“I don’t understand their way of thinking,” he continued, putting down the bottle before picking up the ball. “Those who don’t do everything humanly possible within their limits—I can’t be friends with such people. Luckily, my soulmate will not be the same.”

Soulmate?

“Aominecchi and Murasakibaracchi? And hey, where’s Akashicchi?”

“Quiet,” he says, going into a shooting position with the ball in his left hand. “You’re ruining my focus, nanodayo.” He shoots a half-court shot. All net, as always… nothing less from Teiko’s shooting guard.

“I’m serious,” he slightly sulks, eyeing the ball bouncing out of the court before looking back at him. “I don’t know what’s going on here.” Midorima, sensing the serious tone, turns back as he adjusts his glasses.

“Kuroko quit yesterday. Akashi is most likely gone regarding that. Though, I doubt losing Kuroko would make a huge impact to the starter lineup. Despite that, I believe Akashi wanted to be thorough and make sure there’s a temporary sixth man installed in the meantime.”

Kurokocchi quit? Well, it’s not a big deal. It’s almost the end of our 3rd year here anyways… before we graduate.

Kise further raises a confused brow. “And what’s with the soulmate comment? Did you already…?”

“Obviously not.” Midorima frowns at his insinuation. “It is far too soon for me to get one.”

“Then why do you sound so confident?!”

“Because I know,” he replies, closing his eyes briefly before looking down at the ball cart next to him. “… and trust that they’ll give me someone capable. Naturally, if I were to do everything possible on my end, that would only mean I would be granted someone of the same caliber in the future, nanodayo. There is no room for error or doubt.”

“Uh…” Kise merely gives a judgmental stare. “So I’m assuming you have a soulmate letter, and it told you this?” Midorima stops himself from shooting to stare at him incredulously, as if Kise was the most idiotic thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Of course not. I’m not opening that letter until the oha asa predicts the luckiest year for cancers yet.”

“I… wow.” That’s Midorimacchi for you, always the weirdo. Can’t believe he really thinks like that.

“You have no place to speak when you also are nowhere near to finding your soulmate, idiot.” He shoots the ball again. He grabs another one without looking at Kise, who’s currently no doubt giving him the look of a kicked puppy.

“I don’t believe in soulmates,” he grumbles. “Not anymore, anyways. It’s too annoying to think about.”

Midorima widens his eyes to stare at Kise, registering the foreign words coming from his mouth.

Midorimacchi, don’t look at me like that… can you blame me? It’s not that weird for a lot of people to think that, too.

Midorima merely sighs. “Say all you want, but you can’t deny the fates, nanodayo.” He goes back to ignoring Kise again, this time for good. I guess he finds that really strange on his end.

“Well…” Kise gives a heavy sigh of his own. “I guess I can get some drills in.”

———

Kaijo’s nice enough. Nothing’s really changed since becoming a 1st year here for a couple months. The campus might be twice the size of Teiko’s, and the basketball team isn’t that bad. Kasamatsu might be scary, though, but he has no real complaints about him. Well… he reconsiders the thought, feeling his lower back throbbing. Actually… he COULD try to lessen up on his kicks… But I guess he means well. He’s a bit too serious, though.

He still has plenty of complaints about girls following him around, but by now, he’s used to it. Call it a staple of Kise Ryōta, of some sorts. Kise of Kaijo… he thinks, remembering Kasamatsu’s lecture on his first day of scouting. It really does have a nice ring to it after all.

He smiles, recalling the new bonds he’s forged with his teammates these past matches. The Winter Cup is coming soon, so everyone’s buzzing with excitement and anticipation to take home 1st place this year. Kurokocchi might be right about doing what’s good for the team. I need to get stronger for our rematch. His simper only grows bigger.

Thinking about basketball and not worrying about the unnecessary things at hand is so liberating that he pretty much forgets the ordeal. (Like the business of soulmates, but he’s not thinking about that! That’s not even remotely in his consciousness, not one bit.)

Unfortunately for him, his smile is wiped from his face the moment he enters the gym.

“Heyah, heyah, heyah!” He furrows his brows in slight confusion at the voice, most definitely not belonging to any of his teammates. That sounds… familiar.

Your voice reverberates throughout the gym, but it seems like you have no regard for an indoor voice as your eyes sparkle (how creepy) at his teammates. And your own smile widens as seconds pass (definitely creepy). Kise’s frown becomes harsher when he finally recognizes you.

I don’t remember what she looks like… but that damn voice… wait a second—

Kasamatsu sighs at you, but he tries to keep a polite tone with you. Even so, anyone can sense how exasperated he is. “Sorry, look,” he says cordially, eyeing Kise at the door before turning his gaze back at you. “If you’re looking for Kise, he’s not here right now, and if you are going to wait for him, he’ll be occupied with practice from soon until hours later.”

You do that same head tilt you did back at Teiko. “But I’m not here for him.”

His teammates merely sweatdrop at your answer. Right, like anyone believes that. Kise takes a quiet step in to put his duffel bag on an empty spot, no longer even bothering to give you his attention anymore.

“Yeah, sorry.” Kobori steps in with an apologetic smile of his own. “If you want to leave any gifts, you can leave it with the coach.”

“No, no!” You widen your eyes theatrically, waving your hands around in front of your chest to emphasize your statement. “You misunderstand me, seriously!”

Kasamatsu, having enough of you, shoots an exhale before turning to yell to the other players, “Everyone! Start warming up! And don’t slack off, or I’ll kick your ass!”

“I’m not here for Kise,” your voice rings out loud and clear. “I’m here for Kasamatsu-senpai.” Everyone freezes at the mention of the captain’s name. What business did a 1st year have with a 3rd year? They spare a look in the captain’s direction, but even he’s caught off guard. Kise looks up at you from behind, a few meters away.

Does she even know that I’m actually here, or…?

“Because,” you say, a little too brightly. “I think you’re my soulmate, Kasamatsu-senpai!”

Said captain immediately chokes on air.

Every single person in the gym has their jaws dropped.

A few seconds of silence take over the gym.

“WHAT??????!!!!”

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[xnchxntmxnt]

Hi!! 😊😊 Newbie around! I knew about your blog thanks to my beloved friend @vespersposts and I think your little ask game look really cute. Hope you don't mind if I request something?

If you write for KNB then can I ask for Kise and making breakfast in the morning?

Thanks a lot!

Mer

this took so long im very sorry i swear i love all my knb reqs <3

gn reader, kise being kise

Loves to cook

I mean LOVES to cook

He’s not very good at it but he has so much fun

Will not complain if you want to  cook though. Wants to make you happy 

Breakfast in bed does not happen (he has a thing about crumbs in the sheets) 

But he loves cooking with you

Sit on the counter and listen to him tell you how he slept and the weird dream he had about kurochin being a knight it was a whole thing 

Indulge his random stories. Just drink your coffee (or whatever you prefer) and smile and nod. He’ll appreciate it I promise 

Honestly making breakfast with him is interesting because it’s either going to be. mediocre at best or straight up burnt because someone was too busy kissing you to notice that the eggs were turning too brown 

It’s fine you guys laugh about it later. A lot of Kise laughing at himself actually but it’s sweet

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[yeosatinyngz]

Punch for injustice

↳GN Reader | Fluff

➼A/N: Thank you @celestair for the idea for this fic!

While the game between Kaijō and Fukuda Sōgō commenced, you grew more and more anxious watching Kise play. Having known Haizaki from middle school, he was not a man with morals. Further proving his immoral nature, he stepped on Kise’s injured foot and that’s when you lost it, there was no way he was going to get away with that. You worriedly looked over to Kise and saw that he pushed through his injury and was running to score the winning shot. “GO RYO!!!!” He aggressively shoved the ball into the basket and won eliciting shouts from the crowd, you included. After the team lined up and left the court you quickly ran up to him and helped support him.

Now you guys are getting ready to leave the stadium and while walking out you make eye contact with the bastard that inflicted pain on your beloved. You asked Kasamatsu to take care of Kise as you gently removed his arm from your shoulder and placed it on the captain’s. You charged towards Haizaki while winding up your arm. As you got closer to the dumbass you quickly released all the power you conjured up and punched him in the stomach knocking him onto the ground.

Looking down on him (literally and figuratively) with a menacing glare you spat out, “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Kise fairly beat you on the court and you’re here looking for more trouble. You haven’t changed a bit since middle school and that’s why I still hate your guts. Pull that shit again and I’ll guarantee you’ll get your ass beat again.” Haizaki stayed laid down on the ground and you were now turning back to rejoin the Kaijō boys before you turned your head around again and looked him dead in the eye. “Pathetic.”

You walked back to the boys and they all had their mouths wide open. “L/N San, what was that about?” “He hurt Ryōta and I couldn’t let him get away with that.” “That doesn’t mean you should resort to violence.” The responsible captain Kasamatsu replies. “He was looking for a physical fight with Ryōta though and I decided to put him in his place.” Before anyone else could continue talking Kise pulled you into a quick hug. “Y/N-Cchi!” “Huh, what is it? Are you ok?” “I’m just so happy that you stood up for me.” “Of course I would. No one messes with you without going through me.”

He couldn’t help but blush upon your sweet words. He tightens his hold around your figure and gently whispers into your ear. “I love you.” Your eyes widened in shock, that wasn’t just you hallucinating was it? You placed your hands on his shoulder and pushed him back so you could look him in his eyes. “What did you just say?” He smiles and repeats the three words. You shoved him back into your embrace and whispered into his ear, “I love you too.”

Bonus: The rest of the boys were just staring at you two. “Are they actually confessing right now?” “Right in front of my salad, ew gross.” Kasamatsu shushed the boys. “Let’s just leave the two alone.”

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[pillow-anime-talk]

don’t touch my girl, bastard.

request​ ; @obsessedknb​: i need a protective!kise 😍 kise’s s/o is a model too and a few guys try to force her to come with them. like grab her hand and ignore her “no”. how would our sunshine boy react?

# tags: headcanon; current relationship; model!couple; creeps; soft romance; bit of fluff; but also drama/angst; protective!kise; kisses; using f-word; sfw, but also suggestive

includes: female reader ft. kise ryouta {knb}

author’s note: hello once again, love! hope u like it <3

↘ It was one of the most interesting and at the same time more difficult photo sessions. 

↘ That day you were supposed to pose in the company of animals; you had two precious bunnies, a hen and a beautiful Doberman by your side. Everything, of course, under the supervision of a trusted vet and behaviorist who always advised you on how to handle animals so as not to harm them or scare them.

↘ In the end, the session turned out really well, and you will be able to admire the photos from that time in the next issue of ‘Cosmopolitan’.

↘ After changing your clothes, brushing your hair and thanking the entire team (photographer, manager and make-up artists), you left the huge building. After work, you always had a free hand, the manager only asked for text message when you were home so that he wouldn’t worry; you both had a really great, friendly relation. You appreciated his commitment, whole work and patience.

↘ That day, apart from the photo session, you had a date planned with your boyfriend. Kise had a session at the same time and from what you can remember, the session had a ‘Hot summer’ theme. You both wished you could support each other, but you were supposed to do it with some delicious dinner and a walk. You have also invited your boyfriend to come home to watch a romantic movie with him and talk to him.

↘ You walked out of the building confidently and your beige high heels tapped pleasantly on the pavement. The blonde-haired man was supposed to be in about five minutes (his session ended earlier).

↘ During these five minutes, as you could experience after a while – a lot has happened.

↘ You didn’t recognize the men smiling at you, but one of them introduced himself as your old friend from elementary school, the rest of them were his footstools and only nodded at his every word. Hilarious yet disturbing behavior.

↘ “... So if you remember me, why don’t we go to the grand opening of the Amusement Park? After all, we have so many things to tell each other. We haven’t seen each other for years, right?” His bitter smile only reassured you that the guy is not who he claims to be.

↘ “W-Well. Thank you for the invitation, but I am waiting for someone important to me and...”

↘ “Honey, don’t refuse me.” His smile – although fake and hypocritical – vanished, and you became concerned. “Let’s go.”

↘ “No.”

↘ About this moment your boyfriend noticed your frightened figure surreptitiously taking out the phone to call the manager first and then Ryouta. However, before you managed to pull out the phone completely, your fair-haired hero stood in front of you. He was much taller than all four creeps, and his calm aura made you immediately breathe a sigh of relief. Still, your fingers automatically touched the fabric of his blue shirt – it was a habit when you were stressed or scared.

↘ “If anyone refuses you, please respect it. My girlfriend doesn’t have time for guys like you.” Your man chuckled and you giggled with him.

↘ “Listen, you faggot...”

↘ “‘Faggot’?” He laughed again under his breath. “Look, you wanted to take on a date a girl who has an orgasm every other day thanks to me, I don’t think I’m a fag, and even if you have any problem with that? You must be a sad person if, firstly, you are picking up people in relationships and secondly, you put your nose in in other people’s lives and bed. Go for a walk because you are really pathetic. Take it easy and grow up, man.”

↘ The guy who was pestering you just now has become docile and surprised. Without a word of explanation or goodbye, he took his stupid colleagues and disappeared from your and Kise’s field of vision. You, in meantime, looked at your boyfriend and slapped him lightly on the side.

↘ “Why are you talking about our private bedroom affairs?”

↘ “Because there is a lot to be proud of.” He chuckled sweetly, then bent down to give you a kiss on the forehead. “... Maybe instead of going to a restaurant, we'll go straight to your place, huh?”

↘ Your cheeks turned red immediately.

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[anastasiabowe]

“𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗜𝗚!” — KNBmen and how they comfort you and work you down on their big cocks.

note: Enjoy!

Content warnings: Praise, piv, pain kink, dacryphilia, big dick, head, choking, cum swallowing, anything else!

★ — KAGAMI

Kagami is VERY gentile. He cannot and WILL NOT hurt you. He just can’t do it! Sometimes his personal needs get the best of him, but he makes sure you beat him up afterwards.

Kagami prefers if you take the lead only so you can take your time and use your dick as much as you want. He likes when you can just be comfortable and happy!

Although he hates you being in pain, he can’t help but get a little turned on knowing his cock is like a spear that is plotting you open- hey, it might be a weird kink, but he’s happy he is more than enough for you!

“Good girl.” Kagami groaned as you slowly lowered down on him. Your legs shook and strained as the pain between your legs and the burning in your thighs became nearly unbearable.

“I-it’s too big!” You whimpered. “And my legs hurt!” Tears welled in your eyes, and your throat burned.

Kagami grabbed your hips to help relieve the burn in your thighs after he heard your cry. You grateful, slowly slid inch by inch down his cock until you were now comfortably (leg wise) sitting on him.

Kagami leaned up and softly kissed your lips. “Doing so good f’me, take your time.” He praised as you nodded and kissed him back, tears in your eyes.

“Take your time.” He repeated.

★ — KUROKO

Kuroko is surprisingly mean! Not mean like Aomine (which you will soon see) but he’s mean! If you’re not riding, he’s bullying his way into his pussy. He did his best to stretch you before hand, so it shouldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong! It hurts like hell, every. Fucking. Time! Kuroko just tunes you out and continues to slowly but faster than comfort slide in to your tight cunt.

Kuroko usually stops when he’s fully sheathed inside, he may be mean, but he isn’t cruel. He’ll also kiss you and rub your sides as you sniffle from crying earlier.

“*hip* y-your *hip* so mean!” You cry as he finally bottomed out. He groaned trying not to cum right then and there, and all you could do is try to catch your breath from all the hysterical crying you were doing.

“I’m sorry baby, you just feel so good.” His soft voice comforted as his dick twitched at every whimper and hic from you recovering.

He kissed your wet lips, and you kissed him back. He grabbed your face, and used his thumbs to rub your cheeks soothingly.

“Just take some deep breaths, I won’t move, promise.” His blue eyes locked on your glossy ones, and you nodded and controlled your breathing. When the pain soon decreased, and a burn of desire took over, all signs of being upset and sad disappeared.

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded eagerly.

“Words please.”

“I’m r-ready.”

“Ok, I’m going to move now, squeeze my hand if it’s too much.” He grabbed your hand and you smiled.

“Ok!” He smiled back and pulled his hips back and pushed them in.

★ — KISE

Kise starts off really mean but then when he hears you cry he is an instant golden teddy bear, I swear on my life! He wants to act tough and like he enjoys being in control, which is partly true, but the second you cry out in pain, that persona went out the window.

Kise will usually have you in mating press, he loves to see your face in pain or pleasure, but if it’s just outright unbearable pain in your face, he will switch up.

He would stop all of his movements and focus on your soft spots and your sensitive ones to get you comfortable!

“K-Kise!” You gasp in pain, and he ignores you. You cling to his back and he continued to push in.

“Stop! Please it hurts!” Again he ignores you and continues pushing in. At some point you started sobbing, and that must have knocked him out of whatever he was in. You didn’t want to use your safe word, you didn’t want him to completely stop, you just wanted him to slow down!

He blinked and looked at your face. His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed. He stopped moving iing, and grabbed your face.

“S-shit, I’m sorry!” He looked frantic, yet you could still sense a bit of lust coming off of him. “I-I must of zoned out, I’m so sorry baby!” His blonde locks tickled your face, and you felt upset at him. Very upset.

“I asked you to *hip* stop!” You continued to cry and he slowly pulled out, making you wrap your legs around him to stop.

“Don’t pull out!” He looked at you confused and you whined your eyes. “Just slow down! Y-you big fat bitch!” You insulted him, making him laugh knowing who you were really talking about.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’ll slow down. Just can’t help getting excited when I have all this to myself!” He pecked your lips, and whiled the rest of the tears in your face.

★ — AOMINE

The biggest, the meanest, the most utterly cruel man you know! Well, you chose this man, so you’re not REALLY complaining, but still!

Aomine is a sadist, a very mild one, and your kind of a masochist so you both go hand in hand, but just because you enjoy a little bit of pain doesn’t mean you can’t say he isn’t mean!

Aomine has a tendency to just slam himself into you, and slowly fuck you to be nice. He loves to hear you cry for him, he loves to see your eyes widen in pain, he just loves loves LOVES it!

Aomine slammed into you, making you scream and dig your fresh nails into the pillows. “Mine!” You cry out, he growled and fucked you harder than usual.

“You know you like it, you slut.” He pounded into you, and you continued to cry and cry. He had you in doggy, and you could feel the pillows getting wetter and wetter from your tears, making you feel agitated.

“Please slow down!” You begged, not wanting him to, but the idea of it didn’t sound to bad either.

“Nah, like hearing you cry on my cock.” He chuckled, as he continued to pound into you. You sniffled and cried and he just continued to claim what was his. Aomine wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you up to him. He continued to fuck you while also kissing your neck.

“Such a good fucking slut. Taking my dick better than normal, bet you like when I use you like this.” You whimper when you felt your high coming in.

“A-aomin-“ he sucked in your neck and you moaned.

“What?” He mocked when you fell silent. The pleasure was becoming so much.

“Already fucked my baby dumb. What do you know!” He chuckled.

★ — MURASAKIBARA

Murasakibara doesn’t even know he’s big. I mean he knows it, but whenever he tried to put it in, it just doesn’t… fit? Like, I mean, his tip doesn’t slide in, he has to physically push the tip in, like more than how normal guy who have big dicks have too.

You usually have a hard time when it comes to his dick because he can’t even put it all inside of you, it reaches your cervix at halfway. So he can’t fuck you luke he wants too.

So whenever it doesn’t usually work out he just uses your mouth instead.

“Fuck baby, using your mouth like a fucking pro.” He praised as your mouth opened to the hilt. He was reaching deep in your throat, and you couldn’t breath very well. You pulled off and coughed. His stomach fluttered with butterfly’s when he saw that his dick was too much for you to handle.

“What’s wrong baby?” He pushed the hair out of your face, and a visible pour formed on your lips.

“I can’t take it all! You’re too big!” You wanted to impress him, even though he was already very impressed by you. You always impress him.

“It’s ok baby, you’re doing so well!” He praised and you didn’t believe him.

You liwerwd back on him and tried to take him again, this time much harder than last time since your throat was in defense mode.

Murasakibara brought his heavy hand to the back of your head and pushed you down. You gagged but tried your best. Tears spilled out your eyes from the pressure, and he only encouraged you to continue, and you did.

You bobbed your head despite it only being halfway there. He groaned and you felt a warm and slightly salty liquid fill your mouth.

He held you down despite you tapping his thigh to breath. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up. He chuckled and squished your cheeks with his other hand. You were coughing, and he was treating you like a baby.

“Breathe baby, breath.” You wiped your mouth, and he let go of your cheeks.

“How about we try my cock in your pussy next?”

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[aomine-ryo]

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

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

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

- all characters are aged up

“Kise, you’re so rude.”

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

“Huh? Rude?” Kise furrowed his brows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah I guess—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” Was all you could muster out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

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

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

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

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

“No thanks,” Kise answered immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

meet me out front in 5?

A text from Aomine.

y/n: I can’t rn. At Kise’s x

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

y/n: that desperate? 😭

aomine: only for you princess <3

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

y/n: so cringe

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

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

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

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

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

“Aomine? What is Aominecchi doing texting you?”

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

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

“It’s not that serious—“

“THAT’S HIS CAR!” Kise cut you off.

“Kise, you need to calm down—“

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

“No we aren’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!”

“No!” You and Kise answered simultaneously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wouldn’t recommend you test that.”

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