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adiraargent · 3 months

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How Daiki Aomine likes to show affection

wc:0.9k Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, swearing summary: just cute things Daiki does to show you he loves you :P

The sun had barely risen when Daiki found you in the kitchen, flipping pancakes and humming a tune. You knew he had practice this morning so you wanted to make him some breakfast that he could eat before he went so he wouldn't have an empty stomach.

He sidled up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled his face into your neck, a warm smile playing on his lips as his large body enveloped yours.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he mumbled, peppering your neck with soft kisses, his kisses tickling your skin, making you pull away slightly with a few giggles falling from your mouth. His grip on your waist made it impossible for you to actually move away from him.

You laughed, turning your head slightly to steal a quick peck on his cheek. "Hey, you're gonna distract me, and then these pancakes will burn."

A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and he tightened his hold around you. "I'd rather have you than perfect pancakes," he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Daiki... you have training," you reminded him, your tone firm

He spun you around, hoisting you up onto the bench and stepped between your legs, holding your thighs apart with his hands as he leant forward, a smirk on his lips, "Training can wait... I want my breakfast first"

You push him back with a laugh and hop off the bench, going back to the pancakes and quickly flipping them, "sorry Dai, not this morning."

His affectionate nature often spoke louder than words. Daiki had his own way of expressing love without needing to say those three little words outright. Forehead kisses were his specialty, his lips meeting your forehead with a tenderness that spoke volumes about his feelings.

As the morning sun painted the kitchen in hues of gold, Daiki pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before resting his forehead against yours. It was a silent promise, an unspoken declaration of his affection.

He noticed a few stray strands of hair falling over your face and tucked them behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek softly. "There," he said, a small smile gracing his lips. "Now I can see your beautiful face properly."

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and familiarity of his presence. It was those little gestures, the way he'd interlace his fingers with yours unexpectedly or pull you into a sleepy back hug while you cooked, that made your heart flutter.

"Want me to help?" Daiki asked, his chin resting on your shoulder as he reached for a spatula, his closeness adding a sense of comfort to the morning routine.

"Nah, I've got this," you replied, feeling his arms still wrapped around you, a sense of contentment settling within.

His protectiveness often shone through in subtle ways. Walking down a busy sidewalk, Daiki would switch positions with you, guiding you to the safer side, always keeping a watchful eye to ensure your safety.

Even in the busiest of mornings, when his off days clashed with your work commitments, Daiki's playful clinginess never wavered. He'd hold you a little longer, steal a few extra kisses, and reluctantly let go when it was time for him to leave.

"Hey, I remembered you mentioned liking this snack," Daiki grinned, producing a pack of your favourite treats as he returned home from training. "Thought it'd make your day better."

It was those thoughtful gestures that made your heart swell. Daiki always seemed to remember the little things, the details that made you feel seen and appreciated.

During his overseas trips for games, Daiki would often send pictures of random things he saw, every single one a silent reminder of you. A text accompanied each picture, a simple 'reminded me of you.'

In social situations that made you uneasy, Daiki's reassuring grip on your hand grounded you. He'd squeeze your hand gently, offering silent support throughout the event, his presence a calming anchor in a sea of discomfort.

Sometimes, tears would fall, and Daiki would kiss them away, his touch a balm to your pain. He never hesitated to let you cry on his shoulder, his t-shirt soaked with your tears, never once complaining.

"Everything okay?" Daiki would ask, concern etched on his face, always meeting you where you were, emotionally and mentally.

He wholeheartedly supported your dreams, making concrete plans and ensuring they came to fruition. Daiki would often drop encouraging texts before an important event, his words a source of strength.

Surprises were his forte. He'd bring home flowers for you, just because. No occasion, no reason, only his desire to see you smile.

If he was ever away for basketball, each morning and night, a text would pop up on your phone. "Good morning," or "Goodnight," accompanied by a heart emoji or a simple 'miss you.'

His way of saying 'I love you' without uttering the words explicitly extended to the little details. Daiki made you a Spotify playlist, songs that reminded him of your relationship or just songs he thought you would like. His memory was impeccable, recalling your preferences and quirks with ease.

One day, as you studied, flipping through pages of your textbook, you found post-its with little notes Daiki had left for you. Words of encouragement, doodles, and hearts, all scattered within the pages, each note bringing a smile to your face.

Hope you liked it ;P Written by: adiraargent Please do not take credit, steal, or repost anywhere else Requests are open :)

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1lenii · 9 months

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KNB X TALL!Reader

(Might make a fic or hcs)

Some of the boys I think prefer tall s/o

One of these boys being Murasakibara, he seems like one to want a tall s/o as to not wanting to always lean down(could possibly b straining or even annoying)

Or even Aomine who would probably love a tall s/o and for the girls he would love that model look, as canonically he’s into pornos and things like that

I’m a strong believer Akashi, Kagami and Kiyoshi would love a tall s/o as well

Akashi admiring them but if your short he would like it too, he’s not rejecting it if anything he doesn’t mind your height.

Kagami would love a tall s/o for things such as basketball practice and having a opponent on par and realistic to the height of a real game

Kiyoshi is a soft giant, so he would probably love a tall s/o, something about shoulders touching while on date or what not🤷🏽‍♀️

Also we just need more tall s/o fanfics for the lovely tall people<33

But as always anything is up for discussion!! Much love ❀

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lamnwar · 1 year

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MDNI 18+

Daiki Aomine has always been vocal about his love for women's chests, it's no secret to most of his entourage. Granted, he may pass for a pervert for being so open about it, but we can't blame the young man for feeling the way he does, can we?

But what Aomine never anticipated, was that the real thing is way beyond his expectations. Sparkly blue eyes stare at you, like you are some goddess about to grant him his biggest prayer.

"Do you wanna see them, Dai-chan?"

Your voice is so full of honey that he doesn't even pick on the amusement hiding in it. Cute little virgin, you think to yourself, so eager to see his first pair of tits.

"Fuck yeah" he replies with maybe too much enthusiasm.

"Oh! Well, let me give you a show, then."

Again, he's completely oblivious to how much you're enjoying yourself, turning a proud boy like him into such an eager creature. You grab your breasts through your tight tank top, squeezing them together as a smile creeps on your lips. He's in awe already, and you have yet to show him the real thing. Cute nipples peak through the fabric when your hands leave to reach the hem of your top. He's impatient beneath you, fingers digging in the flesh of your thighs in anticipation.

So, so cute.

You're kind. Really, really kind. While you'd have more fun making him wait longer, you settle to rather please him. You lift your tank top up, the fabric bunching up right above your chest as your tits drop in the most mesmering bounce. He's speechless, breath hitching in his throat at the sight. They're so round and soft, your adorable nipples standing proud, like they want to make a show for him.

"It's ok, you can touch them. I know you want to" saccharine voice resonates in the silence of his room.

"They're so hot, baby."

You almost laugh at the slight tremble in his voice, oh... isn't he cute, your virgin, tits-obsessed, boyfriend?

"You can grope them however you want, they're all yours."

Aomine thanks the sky for giving him a girlfriend like you. So lewd, yet so generous. His big palms are quick to grap your breasts and they feel heavenly against his palms. He swears, squeezing them together and letting them go, just to see them bounce. And he goes to grab them again, squishing and jiggling, taunting your nipples and gasping when you whine as a reaction. For the first time since you've shown him your tits, he looks at your face. Your doe eyes and your parted lips do not help. Not a single bit.

And he looses it all when your own hands join his on your chest, getting him to toy with your gorgeous, gorgeous tits. You grin, feeling his cock twitch under you. He's so easy to turn on, so easy to please... but you do love him, your cute, perverted, virgin boyfriend. <3

#i uh... 🤭🤭🤭#no one asked for this but i've been re-reading my previous daiki works and this popped up #and i'm obsessed with that concept #literally going through my aomine brainrot rn #aomine daiki #knb #kuroko no basuke #aomine smut #knb smut #knb drabbles #mdni

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long-manic-nights · 7 months

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October 1st: Love bites/Bruises

Kagakuro

He didn’t mean to, he swears. He didn’t notice his own teeth biting down the soft flesh or his hands closing around the pale skin of his boyfriend’s forearm. He doesn’t think he should be blame for it, anyways; he’s allowed to lose his mind a little bit every now and then, especially when Kuroko is pressed against the wall, arm behind his back as Kagami, brutal and out of his mind, keeps him in place.

He didn’t notice he was grabbing him hard enough to leave marks, but what was he supposed to do when Kuroko sits on his lap and kisses his neck, and he simply can’t help but tighten the grip on the tender flesh of his hips, force them to move and moan against him?

He gets desperate, maybe a little too enthusiastic, when he’s deep inside him, looking at the expose skin of his neck, feeling his pulse as he licks and sucks and bites. He can’t be blame for it, he can’t be blame for the marks he leaves behind, the reminders of loving nights and lazy mornings. So, he’ll keep biting down but he’ll be so, so, so sorry for it.

Aokise

Aomine knows he can’t leave marks on Kise. No bruises, no love bites, nothing. Kise’s manager would personally kill him if he did, and he’s as scared of her as he is of Akashi. His little sunshine, on the other hand, doesn’t have that problem nor a sense of shame to stop him from sliding his nails down his boyfriend’s chest, stab them on his back as hard as he can, bite down the muscular neck to drown his moans while getting fuck against the wall.

Ryouta always does and gets what he wants, because Daiki has lost the ability to say no to him a long time ago, so if he wants to suck and bite and lick him all over, he will allow it; if he wants to mark him over and over again until the hickeys are impossible to hide from his mother and coach, he’ll let him.

It doesn’t matter how much he wants to do the same thing to the model’s beautiful skin, he can’t, he won’t. How could anyone make a mess of such a work of art?

Midotaka

Midorima is smart enough to know Takao is way out of his league, he’s also smart enough to know there’s nothing to worry about because his boyfriend would never cheat. So, he isn’t sure when it started to bother him as much as it does now, when the incessant and rude flirting became impossible to ignore. Some of their classmates have no shame and do it right there, in front of him like he isn’t standing next to Kazu; they ask him out, make implicit sexual advances or comments.

Takao never says yes, of course, doesn’t even entertain the idea of going on a date with them. The point guard shuts them up, looks at them with the kind of eyes that can make anyone feel small and humiliated, or, in the moments he’s too done with it, he laughs at them.

Still, Midorima gets territorial. He leaves his teeth mark on his boyfriend’s throat, lips bruised after aggressive make-out sessions on the school’s bathrooms, his hands printed on his body and a slightly rough voice after fucking his face too hard. He makes sure they are visible at all times, that everyone can see where Kazu belongs to.

Kiyohana

Hanamiya never makes empty threats, so when he said Riko’s name with a smile on his face, Kiyoshi simply couldn’t help it and just threw a punch to his face that made him crashed against the lockers. His nose bleeding and Seirin’s little teddy bear looked so horrified, he had to laugh.

The big hand grabbed him by the neck before he could react and slammed him on the lockers again; for a second everything was blurry and confusing until he recovered only to find an unnatural ragging look on the taller one’s eyes who tightened his throat more and he just…couldn’t look away. He’s not sure why he kissed him, or why Teppei let him.

There was biting, and shoving, and slapping, and hairpulling. There was blood and sweat; tiny tears and gagging when Kiyoshi’s cock forced its way down his throat over and over again. There was more, and harder, and deeper and don’t stop fucking me.

Harder, harder, harder…chock me harder, slap me harder, fuck me harder and let me fall to the ground when you finish with me. Leave marks on me: black bruises and hickeys. Bite my shoulder until I bleed, I promise I’ll do the same. Squeeze my hips as hard as you can so I can see your hands there tomorrow, I promise I’ll dig my fingernails so deep on your back it’ll take weeks to heal.

Hurt me so bad you cry when you see what you have done.

Teppei remembers that day like the hottest and most disturbing of his life. Seeing Hanamiya fell to the floor, bruised and shaking, was a nightmare or a prize, a living trophy or the reason he’ll be attending to therapy for the next three years, begging to hear he isn’t a monster.

#kinktober #kinktober drabbles #knb kinktober #aokise #kagakuro #midotaka #kiyohana #knb #kuroko no basket #gom #kuroko tetsuya #midorima shintarou #kise ryouta #aomine daiki #takao kazunari #kagami taiga #kiyoshi teppei #hanamiya makoto

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ballblender · 9 months

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Hey hey. Im here to put in my rq, can I get a Kise and aomine from Knb(if you don't write for two character, Kise will be fine) with a femreader who is like Nagi from blue lock. Like they are pretty good at a certain sports(you can choose any sports) and is very lazy to do things. I hope it's not too long :D. Feel free to decline, tq and have a nice day.

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER LMAO

i assume that they're dating, but if you meant platonic, just send me another ask! (i also haven't watched blue lock in a while so my Nagi personality is mostly based off of what i remember from his first few appearances) (she acts more like murasakibara oops)

Kise and Aomine with a Sporty!Lazy!Fem!Reader

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2

content: just fluff, use of 'babe' (aomine), tennis (kise), volleyball (aomine) both of them haul your lazy ass, use of Y/N

Kise Ryōta

It always surprises Kise whenever he sees you on the tennis court. You're always laser-focused, especially on days where you face difficult opponents. However, your stoicism and general demeanour always comes through.

"Come on Y/N-cchi! Don't you have an important match today?"

"Mmmmggghh..."

He sighs. This isn't the first time. He knows full well that you know that you can't miss this match, even if your opponent's school is rated one of the worst in the region.

"...I don't even have to play...I already know I'm gonna win..."

Kise knows you're right. In fact, every time you're about to play, he gathers DVD's of your opponent, so you can study the both of them together while cuddling.

He decides it's enough. Lord knows that your coach is already tolerating you the best she can, and every day, Kise fears for your position in the club.

Kise yanks off the covers, and faces a nice surprise. Not that kind of surprise.

"You're already in uniform?"

"Mmmphh...I was late training last night..."

He smiles warmly, feeling less urgency, and scoops you into his arms.

Kidding, he flips you over and hangs you over his shoulder, while crouching down to zip up the racket bag you left on the floor, and takes it with him.

He swears that he can feel your body relax, as if you're about to sleep again, flipped on his shoulder.

"Hey, hey! You can't just fall asleep! Your muscles are gonna be tired!"

"Fine..."

Don't worry though, he still carried you all the way to the match.

Aomine Daiki

The two of you would often rest on the roof together. sleeping your troubles away. Honestly, you were one in the same. That is, until Aomine's loss at the Winter Cup.

"Babe, get up, you got practice today right?"

You grumble in turn.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being hoisted up, and thrown over is shoulders.

"Daiki...i'm tired..."

"You won't be tired when you start moving your feet around."

He carries you all the way down to the volleyball courts, letting you slip off of his shoulders and into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

"Y/N. We're here."

He sets you down on the floor, before you promptly spin and bury your face into his chest, digging your nails into his shirt.

He notes how you look like a needy cat.

"Y/N!! Finally you're here!!"

"...Captain..."

Your captain walks over, and you fall into her arms as she laughs, hauling you over to the rest of the team for practice.

You found your groove quickly, sprinting across the court as if you hadn't been acting like a sloth a few minutes prior.

Aomine knew he hated losing; he also knew you hated it all the same.

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this ask is probably 2 months old lmfao im sorry and i still have a kumatani one i'm halfway through but im writing again

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb aomine #aomine daiki #kise x reader #kise ryota #knb kise #aomine x reader #kurobas #knb #knb fanfic #knb drabble

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somemydayy · 2 years

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Kuroko’s Basketball | Suggestive/Smut HC

Various kinks mentioned under cut. Proceed with caution.

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Types of kinks & fetishes I think they would have: Warning: mentions of BDSM, sir and master kink, size kink, humiliation, nylon, or panty-hose fetish, voyeurism, praise kink, size kink, Impact play ex: spanking etc. (Please tell me if I missed anything else) oh yeah mentions of reader having female genitalia and boobs for some of the so.

Seijūrō Akashi

I suspect he has a sir kink, but he definitely has a master kink, it’s plain as day. Likes being in control and will enjoy you just screaming his name so everyone knows who fucks you good.

Akashi seems like this type to be into BDSM he enjoys being sadistic, destructive even. But he knows your delicate so he holds back most of the time. But he can’t help tying you up and playing with your cunt as he watches you beg for more.

The literal fucker will shame you as he pounds his dick into your dripping mound to overstimulate you. And watch as he eyes you, scream out his name as you bounce up and down his pulsating cock. Whispered then straight up shouts out about all the most lewd positions he’ll put you in. Comments to you how only he can make you feel this god, and you should be greatful, and as he nibbled at the tip of your ears as your cheeks turn scarlet shade of red he laughs at your lewd and fucked out stare.

I can also see him as the type to partake in humiliation; he enjoys the look of your face as it twists in pain, and tears drench down the mounds of your cheeks as he lick them and gives you a knowing grin. He know you get off to it too, he’ll just knows.

But sometimes outside of the bedroom he’ll intentionally make you so angry you couldn’t help, but cry out of frustration. He just loves the way your tears would be dripping down your flushed face and a sadistic smile coats his lips as he hugs you patting your head in the process. To anyone else it seemed sweet, caring, loving almost but you knew the fucker got off on you crying.

Shintarō Midorima

I don’t think it’s so much a kink, but I have a suspicious feeling he’ll enjoy looking at the calendar and marking your cycle. He’ll absolutely do his best to make you feel good by fingering, or dicking you down. But don’t worry, he’ll clean you up right after. A nice shower or bath would be nice, especially since his lucky item for today was a rubber ducky.

Has a thing for personal hygiene, he likes how you file your nails down, and how your skin is always so smooth and spotless. But he also immensely enjoys the act of marking you, leaving love bites against the most noticeable of places. Across the inside of your thighs, and along your throat, behind, and under your ear. He’ll be sure to mark you one way or another. Your his lover after all.

By how tall he is, I do think it’s a major possibility he has a size kink. He immensely enjoys the feeling of how your smaller figure is spewed delicately across his lap as he bear hugs you.

I bet he has a nylon, and panty-hose fetish. He just can’t help but rip a hole at the seam and stuff his hardwood against your leaking core. He’s desperately trying to grasp your legs up and around his middle as he ruts into you. It’s might be overkill but soon he finds himself unable to contain himself and just ends up gizzing all over the pantyhose. Guess he’ll just have to buy you s brand new one or two.

Also another kink I think he’ll have is voyeurism, sometimes he can’t help dropping by your place to lend you a book or pick up another lucky item for the day. He has a spare key you gave him after all, most of the time he makes sure to call ahead of coming over but today it slipped his mind, and in all honestly he thanks the heavens above. Especially when he sees you in all your naked glory, spewed out legs open and pleasuring yourself. He’ll can’t help but continue to watch as you call out his name in raspy and breathless moans, at first he thinks you caught him being s peeping-tom but he hears you say you want more, want him, and only him. He knows it isn’t right but he picked up your schedule, you usually end up pleasuring yourself after each one of his games. He wonders, if you’ll ever come clean about it, but he’s one to talk. Maybe it’s better for both of you if you remain ignorant just for a little while longer that is.

Aksushi Murasakibara

I highly believe he has a size kink. He says he likes tall women. If he does have a tall significant other, he’ll enjoy bending her over and fucking her while she stands arched against a wall. With her ass on full display for him.

On the other hand he’ll definitely fantasize about stretching and destroying her pussy and make her scream out as he bottoms out. He’s so big, I’m certain he’ll hit the cervix in no time. I think if his significant other is of a smaller build, he’ll thoroughly enjoy pounding into her, seeing her be engulfed by his dick, going in and out of her at a alarming pace as she cries out in pain and ecstasy. He immensely enjoyed the rush.

Impact play; with his hands I honestly do believe he’ll enjoy the feeling of his palms on your ass, he’ll enjoy the sensation of palming, spanking and hitting your bottom until it’s red as a tomato. And I believe he’ll smirk while palming your ass before harshly raising his hand to spank your ass cheeks one at a time. Leaving his massive hand print on both cheeks.

More so I do believe he’ll throughly enjoy the feeling of his significant other’s smaller body pressed up against his chest; especially the way your boobs would be squished up against him, it’ll drive him insane.

Definitely has a praise kink, liked being told he’s big, and they can’t take him any longer since she’s a giant. He likes it when his significant other offers him snacks after being intimate. Sometimes he feels like it’s a bribe, but what can he do he just likes you too much to say otherwise.

Daiki Aomine

What can I say, he’s a boobs guy. He likes them big, he enjoys his idol magazines, but damn the real thing was a thousand times better especially how big, perky and soft your’s were.

He just loves the feel of your chest pressed up against his hands, chest, face. He’ll definitely seem like the type to motorboat your boobs. He immensely loves the feel of your delicate and tender flesh against his hands, but most of all he likes licking and sucking on them just as much, or even more.

I also see Aomine as the type to be a Switch. As you know, he’s quite lazy hence all his naps on tell rooftop. He’ll very frequently just laze around, asking you to do all the work. You’ll straddle, ride him, maybe deep throat him even.

Him being a cocky bastard will automatically tease you and flip you on your back as he laughs tauntingly at you as he kisses up your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

I don’t think he’s the type to be clingy, but he can’t help himself when you complement him. I’m pretty sure he has a praise kink. He just loves it when you tell him, he’s perfect, he’s good with his hands. You being innocent don’t take notice of the eyebrow raise and the sexual innuendo you just spewed out. But he just grins and whispers in your ear saying how you’ll get it all home.

Ryōta Kise

To people whom he acknowledges, Kise often acts cheerful and outgoing while also being a bit dramatic. So you being his significant other he’ll call you (Y/n)-cchi but on the rare occasion he’ll call you by your last name. Usually this happens when he’s serious, mad even.

To you he’s very playful, overly dramatic even. But you never mind. He’s just such a sweety pie. He’s definitely has either a praise or degrading kink. If he has a praise kink he’ll make you whimper, and shout out how good he feels as he fills you up. Asking if it’s enough, adding more pressure to your clit as he thrusts up into you. If he has a degrading kink, he’ll thoroughly enjoy you calling him names, as you take him in one go. I don’t believe he’s a very emotional person, but he is very expressive. So he’ll probably show in his face as he’s almost reached his peak only for you to ask him if that’s all it took for him to cum. He’ll burst at the seams and let out a lewd moan as he released his fill into you.

Sometimes he can’t help, but let you edge him until he almost cums just for you to leave him high and dry. Usually he whines out complaints, and then go to the bathroom to take care of his problem. But on the rare occasion he’ll just lay there, and stare at your figure or back until a brilliant idea pops up onto his head. He taps your shoulder and asks if he can use your thighs, with a soft whine you let out a “yea, sure.” He takes his place against your soft thighs and moves around a bit until he reaches his peak. Morning your name on repeat.

At first it’s soft thrusts but soon it becomes full on rutting. He’ll grab your thighs and slightly lift himself up and rut against your soft plush thighs until your coated in sticky white cum. He’ll probably giggle after finishing, but he’ll always make sure to grab you a towel, and clean you up.

It’s a known fact Kise likes showing off, so he’ll kiss you during practice and hold your hand during halftime. But on the rare occasion he’ll just stuff his face in your neck and sniff you. Kise is very needy, no one can tell me otherwise. Sometimes during half time, he’ll sneak off, and kiss you in a corner of a empty hallway. And it’s obvious as day what you both did as you come back with a hicky or two sometimes even more scattered down your chest and you hurriedly fix your clothes, hair slightly disheveled as you arrive at the court. Kise could only grin teasingly as he placed his coat against your shoulders, and placed a gentle kiss against your cheek, nose and lips. He’s super into pda, and it shows.

#drabble #image #scenario #kuroko no basket #kuroko’s basketball #Seijūrō Akashi #Shintarō Midorima #Aksushi Murasakibara #Daiki Aomine #Ryōta Kise #smut #smutty headcanons #Kuroko’s baketball smutty headcanons

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the-masked-ram · 11 months

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Scales- Aomine x GN! Reader drabble

CW: GN!Reader, SFW, Mentions of self hatred and masking, comfort

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Aomine isn’t soft, he isn’t mushy. He’s protective and strong, aloof. But with you, he whispers soft affirmations on your bad days, taking all the self-hatred away with just a sweep of his voice. He strokes his thumb across the back of your hand, and you are so much more aware that he is there because that single touch sears into your skin. He’s an anchor, he’s demanding, he’s protective, he’s strong, but he also envelopes you in a never-ending warmth that burns away all your fears and insecurities.

Aomine is someone who keeps to himself if he can. He avoids his friends unless it’s time for practice or a game. If he can skip out on practice he’s always on the roof of the college. But you… you are special. He seeks you out, finding you in the busy hallways that sprawl across campus endlessly. Homing in on you like you are producing a signal made just for him. Before you know it, his arms are around you, dragging you away from your friends just so he can snuggle up on your lap or kiss your lips with long slow strokes of his tongue.

Only he knows what hides behind your mask of strength. He’s wiped away your tears and held your trembling body more times than he can count. Just so the next day you turn around and shoot him a smile that’s so bright it eats away at all the shadows that still cling like thick webs to his mind. He is no longer the light, you are his. He is a shadow, chasing you around to be filled to the brim with your kindness and perfection.

Even on your bad days he loves you. You only break down so often because you help others so much, because trying your hardest means you are trying to do the work of seven people. You lift others without a thought, even though he can see the cracks in your façade, even though he knows once your home you’ll fall apart in his arms. He worships you, his light, because you are everything he isn’t. He is selfish and lazy. You are giving and try more than you should at everything. You would kill yourself for someone else. He would kill the world for you. Together you balance each other, like perfectly weighed scales.

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#aomine x reader #gn!reader #daiki aomine #knb #kuroko no basket #sfw #drabble

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vespersposts · 1 year

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Perfect Crime

Hello everyone! 🔍

I must have eaten too many sweets this holiday season because this story came out fluff to the nth degree. There's also a cat, just to add sugar to sugar. 😺Tooth rotting stuff, in short. (I'm warning you so you don't make your dentist even richer).

I hope you enjoy being pampered by Daiki. 🍰

See you soon,

🧃-> tooth rotting fluff, slice of life, SFW, cat

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It was a warm day of a spring weekend, which had begun with a late breakfast at a café near your home that had turned into lunch when Tetsu and Satsuki had joined you. You left him with a quick kiss, confident that he would enjoy a playful challenge with his lifelong friends, equally obsessed with the orange ball.

You are still immersed in that afternoon of errands, even though your attention is on his play and how rewarding it would be to be able to see him beaming and happy in his element, making it impossible for you to quickly get rid of the chores that have kept you apart.

An afternoon during which you missed his smile, his request for attention, his teasing, his warm lips on yours, his large frame that conveniently always ends up against yours, his restless mind racing toward summer and the thousand adventures you might live together.

An afternoon that ended at dusk, when you dropped your shoes next to his on the threshold of the house you grew up in, to find him delighted, almost proud of the noisy purring Keishi, your rascally cat, is giving him. Lying on your boyfriend, the furry little guy seems to declare that he is his new favourite human, for he has realised that Daiki is an endless source of cuddles and food.

You sit beside them on the inner patio, leaning your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasant chill you feel running down every inch of your skin as soon as you brush against him. You remain still, listening to the sounds of the departing day. Quiet, just as you were as a child when your dull days closed in solitary contemplation of that flower garden, while your mind wandered through your dreams, searching for what would make you truly glad.

A valuable job, loving friends with whom you could share unique moments, that safe place you called home, where you could have a new life with someone who would make your heart beat so loud, that you feared others would hear it.

You never thought it would be him, that someone.

He is quite surprised when you reveal your thoughts; he would like to reply with something striking, meaningful, romantic, something that would make you understand the crucial role you play in his sentimental anatomy; but there are no words, among those he is comfortable with, to express his feelings.

He carefully puts Keishi down and leans down to kiss you slowly, warmly, never losing that mischievous light in his eyes that always enchants you. He lowers his head on your shoulder, then decides to rest it on your thigh to best enjoy your hands slowly caressing the nape of his neck, his shoulders, savouring the soft play of your fingers on his hairline with a long sigh, as if he is waiting for nothing else.

His eyes are closed, but they often open to look at you with silent wonder, intercepting your gaze, returning a small mischievous smile.

He is all curled up on you, eager to feel you on him, taking advantage of those lazy evenings when everything seems on hold. His long arm gently encircles your waist, his right hand laps at your chest, his nose idly presses against your navel.

"If I told anyone that bad boy Aomine is such a cuddler, no one would believe me! " you tease him, feeling his right hand slip casually under the hem of your T-shirt.

He chuckles in turn, now that he has heard you voice such a sweet complaint.

"Perfect crime, see?" he boasts, lifting your blouse to nuzzle your soft skin in a rather cheeky sort of reverence.

"You're mine, get it! You better be a serial cuddler for me only" you tease him, poking his nose in return.

"That's fine with me, as long as you continue to claim me as your own" he replies simply, clasping his arm a little tighter to your waist and sinking his face a little more into your lap, hiding from the consequences of those mellow words, so uncommon to him, that they cause his ears and neck to be tinged with a light veil of red embarrassment. His skin is so warm now that you caress it. You smile at his bewildered expression, curbing your instinct to point out how cute he is when he lets go and reveals that part of him: so childlike, yet so authentic.

You hear him sigh, feel his weight shift from your legs, see him lean on his elbow, and feel his strong body next to yours as the two bluest irises you have ever seen stare softly into your eyes.

"You deserve such words every day, every minute, you know?" he states with a hint of sadness "But I'm not the best with talks" he sums up, welcoming you on his chest, running his hands through your hair, leaving his fingers free to play on your neck, your collarbones, to return to your face in search of further contact.

You smile at him, as an irrepressible tenderness gently cradles your whole self.

"Oh, but you actually tell me so many meaningful things, every day" you draw closer, caressing his lips with yours. "You speak to me loud and clear. It is a unique way, yours: the one I understand best, the one I like best" you conclude, pressing your mouth to his , brushing the tip of your tongue over his upper lip, leaving him in charge of the sensual game you have begun.

You know that you will receive in return the most lustful kisses, the hottest caresses, the most sensual moans a man can ever give you. This is his way of loving; this is what makes you lose all restraint when you are with him, because he is all you need.

This is what makes you think of him all the time: this is what no words can ever make you feel.

This is the road that leads straight to your heart, which will always be his.

This is the perfect crime.

#knb #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #aomine daiki #knb x reader #aomine x reader #aomine x you #knb scenarios #knb drabbles #drabblesbyV #aomine #aomine fluff #aomine x y/n #knb fluff #knb sfw

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goojooo · 1 year

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aomine's coach is so hot omg please tag me if there's a fic abt him 😔

#kuroko no basuke #kuroko's basketball #knb x reader #aomine daiki #knb drabble

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adiraargent · 3 months

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Hiya! Can I request Aomine watching his gfs basketball game and she goes for a rebound and got it but the other team reaches over her head grabbing the ball and slamming her to the ground? How would He react and stuff?

Hot Chocolate - Daiki Aomine

wc: 2.6k warnings: fluff, established relationship, protective Aomine Summary: you're doing your best to win your basketball game but one girl really seems to have it out for you.

Daiki Aomine stood at the sidelines, his eyes fixed on the basketball court, where his girlfriend was showcasing her skills. It was an unspoken thing between the two of you where you would both watch all of each other's games (unless something really important came up).

The gymnasium hummed with the excitement of the game, the fervor of the players palpable in the air. It was the fourth quarter and the scores were pretty close but the other team was in the lead by 2 points.

You were relentless on the court, your determination evident in every move you made and Daiki could see it. Aomine watched you with a mix of pride and admiration, impressed by your agility and skill. He knew you were great at basketball, but you never failed to amaze him, there was just something about the way that you moved. Elegance.

You moved with grace, anticipation in your eyes as you chased after the rebound. The ball sailed through the air, and you sprang into action, leaping with impressive athleticism to grab the rebound. For a moment, it seemed like you had secured it, but in a split second, an opponent stretched over you, snatching the ball away.

The collision was sudden, jarring. A gasp rippled through the spectators as you hit the ground with a thud, your body skidding slightly from the impact. You grimaced at the impact, multiple parts of your body searing in pain. You looked up at the girl, thinking that maybe she would apologise, but she just looked down at you with a small smirk before jogging off.

Aomine's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in concern as he saw you sprawled on the floor. He clenched his fists, he was about to jump the sideline and go give the girl a piece of his mind but was stopped by Kise.

"Hey Aomine-chi, she'll be fine, she can take care of herself. Besides, you cant exactly go storm up to a girl and start yelling at her," Kise told his idol, hoping that he would understand.

Aomine scoffed, "i can if she pushed my girl to the ground," he snapped and went to go again but was stopped once more by Kise

"You know she wouldnt want you too," Kise said, and Aomine knew he was right, he was just so angry though. He watched, his gaze never leaving you, a mix of worry and anger simmering beneath the surface.

You lay there for a moment, wincing in pain, but determination burned in your eyes. You pushed yourself up, refusing to let the fall shake you. Aomine's heart swelled with pride at your resilience, the way you refused to let the setback break your spirit.

There was just something so hot about how determined you were.

Your eyes met from across the court, and in that silent exchange, Aomine conveyed his concern and support. His gaze was intense, a silent promise that he was there for you, that he believed in your strength and resilience.

That instantly made you feel ten times better.

With a nod, you signalled to your teammates that you were alright, ready to continue. Aomine felt a surge of admiration for you as you brushed off the fall and got back into the game. He knew you were a fighter, determined and unyielding.

The game resumed, and Aomine remained rooted at the sidelines, his eyes solely on you. He watched your movements, the way you sprinted, defended, and attacked, a small grin on his handsome face as he watched you.

As the clock ticked away and the game reached its peak, Aomine's pride for you swelled. He watched you shoot yet another 3 pointer, a wide grin crossing over your face as you did a small little dance, happy that you were now in the lead and in that moment, Aomine knew he would always be there, silently cheering you on, ready to offer his unwavering support whenever you needed it.

Aomine's heart raced as he continued to watch you on the court. Despite the fall from before, you moved with determination, your focus undeterred. He clenched his fists, feeling a mixture of worry and admiration for your resilience.

You were in your element, dribbling the ball down the court with finesse. Your movements were calculated, your eyes scanning the court for an opportunity. You darted past opponents, your agility a testament to your skill and dedication.

As you went for a layup, Aomine held his breath, his eyes fixated on your every move. The opponents closed in, attempting to block your shot, but you maneuvered with precision, your focus unwavering.

Almost there

The ball left your fingertips, soaring through the air toward the hoop. Aomine's heart leaped with anticipation, the suspense palpable. The ball hit the backboard, teetering on the rim for a split second before finally dropping through the net.

Thank god. This is what you loved... that feeling of getting the ball in the net, this is why you played the game.

The crowd erupted into cheers, but Aomine's attention remained solely on you. You flashed him a happy smile, a glint of satisfaction in your eyes as you hustled back on defence.

Aomine felt a surge of pride and excitement as he watched you play. The game continued at a feverish pace, each possession crucial. You dove for loose balls, defended fiercely, and orchestrated plays with finesse.

Minutes turned into seconds as the game drew to a close. The score was neck and neck, the tension in the gymnasium palpable. Aomine's heart pounded in rhythm with the seconds ticking away on the clock.

You were everywhere on the court, hustling and giving it your all. You made a crucial steal, sprinting down the court with determination. With a swift move, you drove to the basket, drawing a foul from your opponent as they hit you while trying to get the ball.

The referee's whistle blew, signaling free throws for you. Aomine's eyes widened in anticipation. This was a pivotal moment in the game, and he knew you had nerves of steel, but even he was getting slightly nervous, though he had full confidence in your abilities.

You stepped up to the free-throw line, the weight of the game resting on your shoulders. The gymnasium fell silent as you dribbled the ball, your focus unwavering. You took a deep breath, then released the shot with precision.

The ball sailed through the air, the sound of the swoosh filling the gymnasium. Aomine's heart soared with pride as the crowd erupted into cheers. You had sunk both shots, putting their team in the lead.

Aomine's eyes never left you, his heart bursting with admiration.

The game's intensity soared as the clock dwindled down to its final moments. Aomine's focus remained steadfast on you, who hustled back on defense, your determination unwavering despite the physical altercation earlier.

Suddenly, a scuffle erupted near the basket. A player from the opposing team, the same one who had collided with you earlier, made a reckless play, shoving you in an attempt to gain possession of the ball. You stumbled back, your footing faltering as you tried to regain balance.

Aomine's eyes blazed with fury at the sight. His fists clenched, and his muscles tensed with an anger he struggled to contain. The referee blew the whistle, calling a foul on the opposing player, but Aomine's focus remained on you, concern etched into every fiber of his being.

You staggered for a moment but steadied yourself, refusing to let the fall hinder you. Aomine's heart pounded with a mix of worry and rage, his protective instincts on high alert.

The opposing player's actions were reckless and unnecessary, and Aomine's blood boiled with anger. He knew you could handle yourself, but the thought of anyone laying a hand on you, especially on purpose, infuriated him beyond measure.

From the sidelines, Aomine's gaze burned with intensity. He locked eyes with you, silently conveying his concern and his unspoken promise to make sure the offender would face the consequences.

You caught his gaze. You nodded subtly, acknowledging his support, and then turned your focus back to the game.

Aomine's fists remained clenched, his gaze fixed on the court. The game continued, each possession escalating the tension. He watched as you sprinted up and down the court.

The final buzzer echoed through the gymnasium, signaling the end of the game. Your team emerged victorious, but Aomine's mind was clouded with a singular thought—the player who had roughed you up needed to be dealt with.

As the teams shook hands, Aomine's eyes bore into the player in question, a simmering anger beneath his controlled demeanor. He held back, letting you handle the situation, but his glare spoke volumes, a silent warning of the consequences should such reckless behavior repeat.

You approached him, a happy look in your eyes. "I'm okay, Daiki. Don't worry," she assured him, sensing his anger.

Aomine's expression softened slightly at your words, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "I know you are, but that was uncalled for," he replied in a firm tone, his protectiveness evident in his voice.

"Ill be back, gotta go talk to the coach," you place a quick kiss on his lips and then run back to your team

He kept a watchful eye on the player who had caused the collision, his jaw clenched, a silent promise lingering in his intense gaze. He wouldn't let anyone hurt you without facing the consequences, and that player was going to learn it the hard way.

Aomine kept a watchful eye on you, observing your interactions with your teammates and opponents. His protective instincts were still on high alert, his gaze occasionally flickering towards the player who had caused the collision.

As you made your way off the court, Aomine approached you, his concern evident in his eyes. "Are you really okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You smiled, though there was a hint of fatigue in your eyes. "I'm fine, Daiki. It's nothing I can't handle," you reassured him, placing a hand on his arm. You knew his protectiveness was a sign of his care and concern for you.

"Thanks you two for coming," you gave Kise a small smile before wrapping your arm around Aomine's waist and pulling yourself against his side.

Aomine exhaled, trying to ease the tension coiling within him. He glanced once more at the player, who was surrounded by teammates and coaches. His expression hardened, his protectiveness still burning within him.

As the player conversed with their team, Aomine's gaze bore into them, a silent warning simmering in his intense stare. He remained at your side, his arm instinctively drawing you closer in a protective gesture.

You glanced up at Aomine, catching the fiery intensity in his eyes. Sensing his silent promise, you gently squeezed his hand, silently conveying your appreciation for his concern and protection.

Your teammate called out to you, "y/n! you gotta come back, we're doing the end formalities!'

"I'll be back in a sec. Gotta go say thank you for the game and stuff," you sigh, leaned in, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss on his lips before darting back toward your team.

Aomine watched you go, his eyes tracking your every move, ensuring you were safe even in the midst of the post-game interactions. His jaw clenched, a subtle sign of his unease with the situation.

You navigated through the crowd of players and officials, your mind focused on expressing gratitude for the game. Yet, you couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort caused by the player's earlier actions.

Approaching the opposing team's area, you maintained a composed demeanor, nodding politely as you exchanged words of appreciation with the coach and some of the players. However, your gaze lingered on the player who had caused the collision, a mixture of emotions swirling within you.

You offered a polite yet cool thank-you to the player, masking the underlying tension you felt. Their response was casual, almost dismissive, which only added to the unease simmering in the back of your mind.

As you turned to walk away, a voice cut through the air, "Hey, y/n, wait up a sec."

You halted, glancing back to see the player approaching you. Your guard went up instinctively, but you maintained a composed exterior.

"I just wanted to say, sorry about the collision back there. It's part of the game, you know?" the player shrugged, their tone lacking genuine remorse.

Your jaw tightened, but you managed a tight-lipped smile, masking the flicker of frustration. "Yeah, it happens. No hard feelings," you replied diplomatically, not wanting to escalate the situation.

Turning on your heel, you swiftly made your way back to where Aomine stood, his eyes locked on you. You could sense his tension, his protective instincts flaring up in response to the encounter.

Aomine met you halfway, concern etched in his features. "Everything alright?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of worry and restrained anger.

You nodded, trying to dispel the tension. "Just some post-game formalities. Let's get out of here," you suggested, taking his hand and leading the way, eager to put the unsettling encounter behind you.

Aomine followed, his protective instincts still on high alert as he kept a watchful eye on your surroundings. You moved closer to him, seeking comfort in his presence, grateful for his silent support. Together, you walked away, leaving the gymnasium behind and focusing on the comfort of each other's company.

As you walked away from the gymnasium, the weight of the unsettling encounter slowly faded, replaced by the comforting feeling of Aomine's hand in yours. His protective stance eased, but he maintained a watchful eye, ensuring your safety as you made your way out.

The cool evening air greeted you outside, a welcome contrast to the intensity of the game. Aomine glanced down at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he noticed you shivering slightly.

"Here," he said softly, slipping off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders, his touch warm against your skin.

You looked up at him, a faint blush dusting your cheeks at the gesture. "You'll be cold," you protested softly, though you couldn't deny the comfort of his jacket.

Aomine chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. "I'll survive. Just take it," he insisted, adjusting the jacket around you with a gentle tug.

You relented, allowing the jacket to envelop you in its warmth, feeling a sense of coziness that had nothing to do with the fabric itself. The scent of his cologne lingered, a comforting reminder of his presence.

As you walked side by side, the quietude of the evening setting in, Aomine spoke up. "You handled that well back there. But if that chick steps out of line again, I won't hold back," he said, his voice carrying a protective undertone.

You glanced at him, touched by his protectiveness. "I know. But let's not dwell on that. I'd rather focus on having you here," you said, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Aomine's gaze softened, a fondness in his eyes. "Yeah, I'd rather focus on that too," he admitted, his tone warmer.

The two of you continued your stroll, the tension from earlier dissipating with each step.

As you reached a nearby park, the familiar sight of twinkling lights from the nearby cafe caught your eye. Aomine followed your gaze, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Hot chocolate?" he suggested, a playful grin forming on his lips.

Your eyes lit up, a smile spreading across your face. "Yes, please!" you replied eagerly, the thought of warm drinks on a chilly evening appealing to both your senses and your heart.

Hand in hand, you made your way to the cozy cafe, the chilly evening forgotten in the warmth of each other's company. The promise of a comforting drink and shared moments ahead filled you both with a sense of contentment, strengthening the bond that was as warm and comforting as the hot chocolate awaiting you.

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capricious-bastard13 · 1 year

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Movie Night?

Tags: PWP, Uni AU

AO3 (02-06-22)

Daiki sat somewhere in the middle, Ryouta's feet settling comfortably in his lap. The movie they picked to watch is interesting enough to make you want to know what will happen in the next scene but boring enough that you can ignore it for half of it's run time and you'll still get a gist of what it's about.

Which is how they ended up with both of them facing the television, Ryouta's legs spread and his knees on top of Daiki's, their shorts and sweatpants, respectively, left as a bundle of cloth on the floor.

"Yes", Ryouta breathes out, his hips bucking upwards to chase Daiki's hand, stroking him and rubbing at the head of his cock. "Daiki, please", he whispers out, his own hand wrapped around his boyfriend's wrist just so he has something to hold onto as Aomine uses his other hand to rub at the head, quick and aggressive that it drawls a breathy whine from the blond. "C-cum, I'm going to, Daiki", but his boyfriend doesn't heed any of his pleads, instead rubbing his rough calloused palm harder and faster that it causes a sob to spill out from him.

He's gasping for air, ready to burst when the edge is abruptly taken away, Daiki's hand firmly gripping him by the base to stop him. Instinctively, his hips rise from Aomine's lap to chase for friction, his cock red-tipped and leaking—desperate. There's a deep, gravelly chuckle travelling to his back, the sound right beside his ear as lips nibble at his ear lobe. "Please", he cries, "Please, please, I wanna cum, Daiki."

"Yeah?" Aomine murmurs, his voice lower than ever, the vibration from his chest to his back exquisite.

"Yes." Ryouta barely gives a nod as he pushes his hips back to grind against Aomine, the heat between his cheeks makes him want more, to grind down harder, faster, let Aomine's tip catch at his hole everytime he rubs himself against the younger man. So he does just that, a familiar warm hand resting on his hip as he grinds down, uses the hold he has on his boyfriend's arms to make sure Daiki's dick perfectly nestles between him with each slide, the tip catching at his entrance as he circles his hip.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. You're doing so good." Aomine tells him, his mouth trailing wet kisses from the line of his jaw to the stretch of his neck, nipping and biting and licking, and each time it sends lovely shivers down the older man's spine. Kise's grinding eventually slows, his grip on Daiki tight and desperate.

"Need you inside me, now."

That makes Aomine laugh, dark and hungry, "want or need?"

"Need." And he does, the need within him to have Daiki's cock nestled inside of him, to feel him twitch and the heat he gives, the depth he reaches makes his mind go numb, Aomine going so deep in him that it makes him feel fucking breathless. "Daiki, need you inside. Fuck."

"Shh, baby. I'm right here." The sound of the bottle cap popping open rings in his ears, eagerness flowing through him as he waits for Aomine to slick himself up again and from the way he can feel the lube sliding between his asscheeks, he can already tell that it'll be messy and loud and fast and deep just like how he likes it. How he deserves it.

It doesn't take long then for the younger man to lift him up by the hip, one handed, to line himself up. Ryouta's ready, his legs and arms trembling with anticipation the moment he feels the tip pressing into his entrance but in true Aomine fashion, he teases him by rubbing him against him, pressing just enough before rubbing the tip of his cock, spreading lube and pre-come around and into his hole.

"Stop teasing!" He whines out, looking over his shoulder at the other with a glare. He knows it's ineffective with all the sweat and the flush his skin has gotten, but it does get Daiki to stop even though when he's wearing a very punchable shit-eating grin.

Aomine lowers him down, his cock hot and just as big always as it enters Ryouta. Once seated, Kise can't help but want to close his legs, the warmth buried within him spreading to stomach oh so pleasantly that he sighs out, eyes closed and leaned back against Daiki's chest.

He turns his head, a little awkward but they meet halfway for a kiss, tongue, saliva and sweat mixing, their breathing laboured.

With his feet planted on the floor, Kise lifts himself up, clenching around Aomine before dropping back down. Their skin slaps together, the lube helping with the way their skin slides a bit, wet and loud. And Daiki takes that as his cue to plant his own feet firmly, both hands gripped tightly at the blond's waist as he helps Ryouta lift up and meets the drop down with his own thrust upwards.

He buries himself as deep as he can with the pace they've set, wet and fast that all Kise can do is ride him with these deliciously small whiny pants leaving him, going "ah, ah, ah" with each thrust they meet together.

In the haze of it all, Ryouta directs his hand to his leaking cock, their hands wrapped around him, stroking erractically. When Kise cums, it's with a loud sob and a jolt to his entire body, letting Aomine pound up into him, hitting his prostrate and occasionally grinding against it until he cums too.

The warmth inside him spreads even further, settles nicely as the fog in his head slowly clears. With his boyfriend's arms wrapped around him, he fully leans back into his chest, their lips meeting once again for kiss.

#My writing #knb #AoKise #Aoki #Kise Ryouta #Aomine Daiki #aomine x kise #Drabble #Technically I consider it as a drabble because it's so short

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