#aomine+daiki

[vespersposts]

*Daiki has always been focused on his passion. Basketball. Ball and his friends has always been the most important thing in his mind. The thrill of the game, becoming the best and the adrenaline of the matches. That and his studies were all he cared about. Or so it was, until recently. He wasn't really expecting it, and that may have been one of the reasons it has taken a bit to notice and process it adequately. His lazy self usually doesn't focus on girls other than the ones in the magazine's, those with voluptuous bodies and huge breasts, the only one able to calm his horny mind when in need. But this, was different. He thought that your entrance on the team as its new Physiotherapist was nothing out of ordinary. Just a replacement for the old one, if you asked him. But you proved him wrong from the first minute. You were careful and delicate when tending to the team, vorpal swords starting to acknowledge your meticulous work and precise treatment for each of them as a treasure. Between the most obedientes ones, midorima, tetsurou and of course, Akashi. Kise was on the pouty side of your approach still you always got it your way with in cause he internally and maybe not so internally have a huge soft spot for you. On the laziest side of the VS bench, of course it was Atsushi, a laziness you quickly learnt to overcome by offering him goodies and snacks to have it your way to treat and examine him. And then, it was him. Daiki Aomine. The VS ace. The so wrongly called monster. Who at first was indifferent but as you make your place on the time, he just feels puzzled.

That tiny frame of yours, both, body and height, still such a strong presence. A natural grace in your moves, still that pride on your aura, he was utterly confused. Not only by how easily you catch his attention,but when he started to talk to you. You always stood your ground, you smacked him if he was being lazy, you secured his bandages and muscles with to the utmost professionalism, if you have something to say you just say it directly. No filter, no sugarcoating. No. That wasn't you. And the moment he took a moment to think about why... Why was he so attentive to you? Why does he always tries to pinch you? Why is always looking or staring at you? Why is he always thinking about you? He noticed. He was hooked. Completely wrapped around your finger. Still prideful as he is, he wasn't just gonna admit it plainly and he decided to pick your attention the best way he knows how. By teasing.

Hanging your jacket specially high so you needed his help to get it back, emptying your water bottle so you have to take the one he is offering you, breaking his shoe laces so you have to handle him a pair of new ones.... He knows you must feel annoyed. Still he can't help but to smile wide when he notices. You looking at his toned, tanned muscles, your sight following his body from head to toe, your laugh at his sometimes lame sometimes occurrent jokes. How good do you deal with his lazy side by challenging him to little something's and he knows. He can read you as an open book. You like him. It's actually written all over your face. Still, he likes to take his time. To savour the conquest, to make sure he actually earns your love. However, as days goes by, he finds himself more and more unable to hold back. He can't stop wondering how your soft, pale and freckled skin would feel under his hands, what noises will escape past your lips when he kisses you the hungriest, or how wet can he make you on the spot. It's consuming. It's painful. How your red, flamey hair would look loose and not in that bun or pony tail you always wear (although he surely appreciates you wearing in for certain practices) how having you loving him, as fierce as you are, as prideful as you are as strong as you are. How experiencing not just lust but love by your side would feel. So after one of the last training sessions of the season, he just finds himself unable to hold back for one more second. After the whole team has left he grabs you by your arm and is kick to take your to the lockers room and pins you against the lockers wall* Okay Vesper... It's been long since you got on my last nerve. I'm not gonna play around anymore. I want you to be mine. And do not try to hide it... I've got eyes on my face... I've noticed how you look at me. So let's make this easy... I'm gonna try to kiss you... If you love me back .. then don't move... If not, then push me away... But this game, ends today....* He says, his usual lazy tone long gone. This was the athlete, the leader,the ace. And he was being nothing but serious about it* I'm tired from wanting you from the shadows. This ends today... And the how... It's up to you...*he whispers on your ear, his breath tickling your soft delicate skin, oh, how he adores your figure, your presence, your shape. But in the end a relationship is about two. Will he be able to have your heart as of today?

Daiki Aomine

No matter how hard you tried to hide it, you were convinced that anyone could see how much you liked him. Sure, sometimes he was so listless and irritating that you wanted to choke him with medical gauze, but it was an intention that had fortunately faded once and for all, when you had called the 'stomachache' that Daiki gave you by its proper name. How it had been possible for you to cross the professional line was still a mystery.

You had already followed handsome athletes, you were used to massaging and bandaging toned bodies, for that very reason your attention had always turned to boys who were more intelligent than attractive. 

Yet he was irritating because of that too, because he defied all your logic.

If you could have gone back to the early days when you worked for the Vorpal Swords, you would have realized that you would have done better to handle your contacts in a more detached manner, so that he couldn't easily win you over with his dumb pranks or jokes.

Because that was probably what it was all about, having your feelings confirmed not by real interest, but by some sort of bet he had made with himself.

In hindsight you had seen the genesis of that moment: the indifference, the first chatter and then the jokes and that supposed intimacy that had deceived you.

That's why you found yourself locked between his body and the lockers, during the last day of team training, his words so true and irritating. Your name, said by his voice, a sultry praise. That 'I know you like me' that had made you want to slap him and deny everything, if only it would have helped.

“ I'm tired from wanting you from the shadows. This ends today... And the how... It's up to you...*he whispers on your ear, his breath tickling your soft delicate skin.

You cannot articulate words, the only thing you can do is bow your head, to recover some space and cover your ears with your hands. You feel the blood boil in your veins, you hear it roar in your ears, and suddenly you realize that the only person responsible for that situation is that giant in front of you, who has been tugging at you, like a rag doll in the locker room, to convince you that he has feelings for you, when in fact all he is doing is feeding his ego.

"Why me? Just because you think I'm stupid? Or did you merely want to degrade me? I should have known right away what you were like. How much fun you must have had behind my back, planning in detail this dumb plan, pretending interest, friendship, attraction, just so you could tell everyone things like 'look how I turn that little cunt hanging on my every word!' Now I'll tell you something, Daiki. It's not funny. You are not funny. Since you want it so much, I'll tell you: I like you, I like you a lot, but at the same time I despise you. And I actually think I don't deserve something like that, you know?" 

*You catch your breath and chase back the tears where they came from, move his arm and look at him with bitterness*

"I've had enough, I'm leaving. Enjoy your holidays and try to grow up, I'll make sure your next physio reaches you on time for the summer retreat. Good night." 

#aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #aomine+daiki #roleplay #knb #kuroko no basket #roleplay stuff #roleplay knb #roleplay aomine

[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?”

#kagami taiga x reader #kagami smut #kagami taiga #kuroko tetsuya x reader #kuroko smut #kuroko tetsuya #kise ryota x reader #kise smut #kise ryouta #aomine daiki x reader #aomine smut #aomine daiki #murasakibara Atsushi x reader #murasakibara smut #murasakibara atsushi #knb #knb x reader #knb x you #knb smut

[teamatsumu]

how GoM react to you wearing their jersey to a game

-> AOMINE DAIKI:

You knew he wouldn't show up to the game, as per usual. But this time would be different.

This time, while you stood over his lazy, napping form on the school roof, you had promised him that if he showed up, there would be a surprise waiting for him.

That caught his attention, as you knew it would. He was skeptical on the inside though. What could possibly be good enough to make him stay for a whole game, start to finish?

He did not expect to hear you scream his name from the stands during warm ups, breath hitching when he caught sight of you in his jersey.

You had put it on over your sweater, grinning wide as you pointed at the number and mouthed ‘surprise’. It made aomine blink and gulp.

You had worn his clothes before, but never his jersey. He felt his skin tingle in a foreign feeling of possessiveness. That was his number on your chest.

Aomine turned around and walked to the coach. “Put me in at the beginning of the game.”

His teammates gawked at him. Aomine? Willing to play? No, not just willing. Eager. This was unprecedented.

You however, were giggling in the stands, knowing exactly what his motivation to play today was.

-> KISE RYOTA:

Kise’s fans often showed up in his jersey number for games, giggling and squealing in the stands and saying his name to get his attention during warm ups. But you, you were different.

For one, you were dating. For another, you weren’t just wearing a jersey with his number on it. You were wearing his personal jersey. Tailored to him and swimming over your small frame.

You grinned when he noticed the jersey on you before the game in the hallway. He bit his lip and hid a smile.

“You wore it for me?” He tilted his head, trying to hold back from cooing all over you. You looked so cute.

“Yeah. To support you. I see all your fans do it.” You shrugged like it was no big deal. It was a big deal though, at least to Kise.

He stepped forward and smacked a sloppy kiss on your cheek, made you squeal and wipe it off in mock disgust. It didn’t bother Kise though. He was on cloud nine just looking at you wearing his clothes.

-> MIDORIMA SHINTARO:

His brain short circuits when he sees you.

Next, a million thoughts hit him all at once.

First of all, how did you even get your hands on his jersey? And how had he not noticed a missing jersey from his closet?

(You were sneaky and crafty usually, so it wasn’t too surprising)

Second of all, how did orange look so good on you?

“What is the meaning of this?” He scowls at you, making you giggle and skip closer to him. Midorima fought to keep a straight face. You were glowing.

“I know you have your lucky object with you,” you eyed the humongous hourglass figurine in his hand. “But I thought it would be nice to have a little extra luck.”

He felt his lips twitch, the muscles of his shoulders relax. He hadn’t realized he was about to walk out to court while being so stiff.

He pouted at you and looked away when he caught your teasing gaze, looking away with heated cheeks. “Thanks for the luck.”

You giggled again and planted a kiss on his jaw, turning around to the hall which lead to the stands.

“See you after the game, Shin.” You called back. Midorima allowed his lips to tilt upwards as he watched you leave.

-> MURASAKIBATA ATSUSHI:

I’m gonna say it, he doesn’t think it’s too big a deal.

Not the jersey itself, but he is more affected by the fact that you’re wearing his clothes at all. Because they are huge on you.

You’re swimming in it, dwarfed by the sheer amount of fabric. If he didn’t like the look so much, he would laugh.

But he loved it. Loved seeing you in the stands, perking up and grinning at him whenever he looked up at you and met your eyes.

The white and purple looked great on you, made you stand out in the crowd and put you in the center of his vision. What a view to have during the game.

Him putting in more effort on the court was all because it made you cheer for him and stand taller. He could give less of a shit about the actual game or the end result.

Rest assured, he will be subtly hinting at you to wear more of his clothes, jersey or otherwise.

-> AKASHI SEIJUROU:

Akashi’s actions make it abundantly clear that he is very territorial of you.

You are his. No one else has rights to you the way he does.

Now imagine him seeing you at a game, which he knows is also being attended by his peers, underclassmen, opponents and other acquaintances, knowing you are in his jersey.

His number on your chest and back, his school colors enveloping your frame.

Everyone would know you were his. And that sense of power made him feel things.

His piercing gaze finds you in the stands, the uptick of his lips and the satisfied look on his face was enough for you to squirm. Oh he liked what he saw.

He gives you a harsh kiss in the hall when the game ends, and an approving once over that fills you with glee.

With zero words, Akashi has ensured that you would show up to all his games from now on with his jersey on your back.

#kuroko no basket #generation of miracles #knb #kise ryota #kise ryota x reader #aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintaro x reader #midorima x reader #akashi seijirou #akashi seijuurou x reader #generation of miracles headcanons #knb headcanons #kuroko's basketball #knb fanfic

[chrollohearttags]

gf with pretty lips who has to apply gloss every two seconds 🤝🏾 bf who can’t wait to smear it when he fucks your face later

#sukuna #eren #gojo #draken #aot smut #jjk smut #tokyo rev smut #portgas d ace #one piece smut #onyankapon #connie springer #black reader #aot x black reader #jujutsu kaisen #todo aoi #attack on titan #character insert #taiga kagami #daiki aomine #knb smut #aran ojiro #haikyuu smut #cw smut #insert post #toji fushiguro #eren smut #gojo smut #one piece ace #toji smut #mikey sano

[slkflowr]

is anyone else still missing knb in 2023…☹️🏀

#would u guys want more knb art🫣 #kuroko no basket #knb #pushing the takao kise bffs agenda #kuroko no basuke #knb fanart #kuroko tetsuya #kise ryota #takao kazunari #aomine daiki #riko aida #momoi satsuki #kagami taiga #midorima shintarou #momoriko #my art #artists on tumblr

[kucho04]

Artrade for @hazure-cyan 💙

#aomine daiki #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #i loved to draw this and him #only kise left from the kns i guess #kise forgive me

[kaiijo]

FRIENDS TO LOVERS — [KNB]

characters: aomine daiki, midorima shintarou, hanamiya makoto content: gn! reader, reader has implied tieable hair in midorima’s, toxicity (it’s hanamiya, no one is surprised) notes: scenarios inspired by prompt list here

aomine daiki ✶

aomine yawns again as he reclines against your pillows, sitting up only to peer at you. you’re working on homework that’s due in a couple of days, headphones covering your ears. you promised that you’ll order in food and play super smash bros with him when you finished, but it’s nearing eight and you’re still hunched over a problem set.

aomine groans loudly, “are you even close to being done?”

you move one headphone cup off. “i would be closer if you didn’t interrupt me every ten minutes.”

“i didn’t ask to hang out just to sit around.”

you roll your eyes. “you can go if you want, daiki.”

he sits up fully now, moving to the edge of your bed. “why’re you even doing this? s’not due ‘til friday.”

“some of us want to be good students.” you slide your headphones back on and turn back to scribbling out complicated equations on paper.

a couple of minutes pass again and instead of asking you anything, aomine stands up and shuffles behind you, reaching around and snatching the paper from underneath you. “hey!” you protest, shooting up from your seat and tearing off your headphones. “give it back, daiki.”

“no, you said you’d be done, like, two hours ago.”

“i swear i’m almost done!” you make a lunge for it and aomine just holds it above his head, his long arm adding to his already-massive height.

“no.” he smirks at the way your eyes furrow and your cheeks puff out. your head tilts to the left, and he knows that you’re thinking. he’s sure you’re going to try and jump of it again, so as a show, he stretches up further, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly. he swears he catches your eyes flickering down and something in his body sings a song of triumph and satisfaction at the motion. he can’t say why.

what you do next though is nothing that he expects. you stand on your toes, rest your hands delicately on his shoulders, and gaze up at him through your lashes. he startles; there’s something so… heated about your expression, about those half-lidded eyes.

“daiki,” you say softly. it’s almost hypnotic, the way you say his name, and he’s watching you with one raised eyebrow. the tips of his ears feel like they’re on fire.

he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing as his arm lowers, heading for the dip of your waist. he only snaps out of it at your victorious cry. “ha!” you take advantage of his still half-dazed state and push him firmly out of your bedroom door, closing it. the lock clicks into place and he hears you call on the other side, “one more problem, daiki, i promise. be a dear and set up smash in the living room?”

he walks down your hall automatically, the fire-like feeling spreading to his neck.

midorima shintarou ✶

takao holds up a porcelain statue of a cat. “what about this?’

“takao, what about that screams ‘midorima shintarou?’”

takao shrugs. “i don’t know, maybe it’ll be december 25th’s lucky item. does oha asa put out horoscopes ahead of time?”

“no, that’s why he listens every morning when it airs,” you reply, setting down a teapot from a bigger set. you thank the tired-looking cashier, who just waves drowsily as you two exit the shop.

the two of you have been shopping all day for midorima’s christmas present, wandering all over japan and into various tchotchke stores to look. he’s a notoriously hard person to please, especially with gifts, and neither of you want a repeat of the ‘grey’s anatomy incident’ where four people got midorima the same book last holiday season when he announced his intention to go to medical school. nor do any of you want to get that look from him that struggles to look somewhat grateful while being very, very obviously displeased.

“we’ve been walking all day!” takao whines, clutching his stomach as it lets out an ungodly rumble. you check your watch; you two have been out for at least four hours. you point at a small diner boasting american food. “would you be okay with that?”

“i’d eat you right now if you’d let me.”

you snort, “hard pass. come on.”

the hostess sits you two at a booth and you shrug off your heavy winter coats. you pick up a menu and glance over it, but when you go to ask takao what he’ll be getting and if he wants to split a large order of assorted fries with you, you see he’s not looking at the menu.

you definitely do not like the way takao is eying you right now. “what?” you ask defensively, hands flying to the top of your head to try and pet down at hair you presume has been ruined by your excursion. “do i look bad or something?”

“is that shin-chan’s sweater?”

fuck. you had forgotten about pulling on one of the sweaters midorima left at your house the last time you studied together. it’s insanely soft — a mix of gray wool and cashmere — not to mention extremely cozy and warm. you tried to return it to midorima before but he just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and huffed, “wear it until you get proper sweaters. no, sweatshirts don’t count.”

you internally groan. you don’t need takao on your ass again about whether or not you’re sure you and midorima aren’t dating or if you like him like that. honestly, the only reason you haven’t given him a certain yes or no is because… you don’t really know yourself.

you don’t have proper time to answer before the bell to the restaurant chimes and you see very recognizable green hair. of all the time and places he has to show up. (well, he did text you this morning that your zodiac sign was the least lucky and to wear a blue watch in order to improve your fortune; you should’ve found the watch.)

“oh! shin-chan!” takao waves him over, giving you a sly look. “we were just talking about—” takao’s stupid hawk-eyes zero in on midorima’s wrist as he tugs off his gloves. he looks way too please with himself as he asks, “shin-chan, is that they’re hair tie?”

hanamiya makoto ✶

hanamiya steps out of the locker room shower, cracking his knuckles as he makes his way to his locker to dry off and change. he rolls his shoulders, toweling off his hair as he changes back into his school uniform. yamazaki and hara a prattling away, snickering under their breaths about the injuries they inflicted: sprained ankle, a hairline fracture, a minor concussion.

hanamiya doesn’t even turn around as he growls, “can you two shut up?”

to just bug him more, hara pops his gum. loudly. “who pissed in your cereal, captain?”

furihara drones, “you were sloppier today. almost got fouled by the ref.”

hanamiya doesn’t reply, yanking the knot of his tie down furiously. “fuck off.”

hara lets out a low whistle and seto asks, “does this have to do with your little friend? they got a boyfriend, right?”

hanamiya lets out a long breath through his nose and he spins around to face his teammate. “for now,” he says, slamming his locker shut.

“you got a plan, captain?” asks yamazaki as he digs through his duffel bag.

“when do i not?”

———

you greet hanamiya’s mother with a thin smile when she opens the door. her face lights up when she sees you and she pulls you into a warm hug, telling you that hanamiya’s in his bedroom and that you could go right up.

you wonder if she can see the glossy film to your eyes or if she was polite enough not to comment on it.

hanamiya’s sitting at his desk, head propped up on his knuckle. he languidly flips through pages but you know he’s not really reading the material. he’ll get away with it too and get an a anyways, the bastard. he glances at you. “you look like shit.”

usually, you could banter with him. it’s why your friendship works; you have a thicker skin than most and you give just as good as you take, especially when it comes to hanamiya’s sneering, half-joking insults. normally, you would have replied with something like “still better than you,” but instead, your frayed nerves snap and you feels the hot tears start rolling down your cheeks.

hanamiya’s simpering expression sobers up and he sighs heavily, ushering you to sit on the bed. “why’re you crying?”

you sniffle and tell him that the guy you’ve been seeing from your literature class broke up with you. just out of the blue told you that you two wanted different things and you were going to colleges in different areas and that wouldn’t work and he was sorry and… that’s all you gleaned because his words were so rushed as he scurried off as fast as he could.

hanamiya’s brow furrows sympathetically and he draws you into a hug, saying, “i told you i didn’t like that guy. fuck him.”

you sink into his arms. “yeah,” you mutter, “fuck him.”

as you relax against him, hanamiya can’t help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. someone who runs off after a little confrontation doesn’t deserve anything from you.

#knb x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko's basketball x reader #aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #midorima shintarou x reader #midorima x reader #hanamiya makoto x reader #hanamiya x reader #knb scenarios #knb imagines #knb #kuroko no basket #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ kaiijo writes

[cloudyzeusy]

Not quite what they seem ||

pairing: aomine x top male reader

warnings: sex in school,role reversal

Popular! Aomine who everyone expects to be this tough and super masculine guy. Yet they don't know he bottoms for the quiet nerdy guy that people barely pay attention to. They don't that (name) has a big ass cock and knows how to use it nor that he is fucking handsome and funny as hell.

But Aoimine does and thats why he dating him after all...

When his friends spot him pulling (name) into the bathroom they all assume he's being bullied. When thats far from the truth.

"Hurry up (name)." Daiki groaned helping him pull his trousers down faster.

"I''ve never seen you this desperate for my cock before." I grinned making Daiki glare at him.

"Shut u-." He began to say it would have been more threatening if he currently wasn't being fingered.

I inserted another finger scissoring him open curling your fingers hitting his prostrate making him moan out loud.

"please~ please more." He whispered cock leaking and i obliged i couldnt act like i couldnt wait to get inside his perfect ass.

He leaned on the stall as he waited in bated breath as i eased into him filling him up completely and shit did he feel so good around me. I couldn't hold myself back before grabbing his waist fucking into him.

"Augh fe-feels so good." He moans as he gets fucked harshly.

"You're meant for this aren't you. Meant to be a little cocksleve for me." I grunted spanking him eliciting a squeal out of him.

"yes~ mhm m' gonna cum p-please"

"Already? Whats the point of that cock if I dont even have to touch it to make you cum, huh?" I smirked watching as he flushed in humiliation squeezing around me. "come for me baby." I whispered in his ear slowly stroking his cock.

His body tenses up as he complies to my orders cumming hard he lay there limp in my arms not expecting me to continue thrusting.

"Sto-stop (name) i just came." He whined i paid him no mind as i chased my orgasm. He withered only moans coming out of his mouth as I used his body as a ragdoll.

My thrusts became more sloppy as I orgasmed filling him up pulling one more orgasm out of Daiki. I panted as I wiped my self down coming down from my high fixing my glasses.

I looked down at my boyfriend who looked a treat drool on his face, his pupils blown and hair a mess. I would go for another round if we wasn't at school.

I cleaned him up as best I could I'm a school bathroom and he let me with no argument. He was always more quiet after sex which was a good change from his usual boisterous attitude.

We may have to have sex at school more often...

They left the bathroom not knowing that Daiki's friends heard everything and would never look at him the same.

And if Daiki walked with a limp the rest of the day they definitely didn't say anything...

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[thefandomthings]

(In a argument)

You: Fuck you, Aomine!

Aomine: Later. Now, listen here you little shit-

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[angelltheninth]

Aomine Daiki Lets You Be on Top

Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cock riding, jealousy, condom use, teasing

A/N: Kuroko will always be my number one but Aomine is my second favorite.

In the past you always let Aomine do whatever he wanted, to set the pace he saw fit, to have his way with you, but tonight on the day where he came back from training, hyped that his team made it to the finals, you wanted to show him you've been training too.

"What? You wanna be on top?" Aomine asked as he rolled a condom onto his hard dick.

"Not just be on top Aomine, I want to ride you." When you looked at your bedside drawer Aomine got that smirk on his face. That explains how you were always so wet for him when he got home, "I want to show you what I can do for you. If that's okay." You knew he had a hard time not being the one in charge. To your surprise he didn't argue, he seemed pretty intrigued, kissing you as he spun you around and pulled you on top of him, landing on the bed with his cock pressed against your ass.

"Then show me, princess. Let me see what you did to that toy you bought." His calloused fingers gripped your thighs but he waited for you to move. If you were serious about this then you would have to do it on your own, he was here to observe and enjoy.

"Y-You know about that?"

Aomine raised an eyebrow, "Of course I know. Never been so jealous of a fucking fuck toy before." He grumbled to himself.

Even though he tried to keep it quiet you were close enough to hear him. "No toy could ever replace you." You wanted to prove it to him by riding him harder then you did any dildo. Easing yourself on his cock was a smooth process, one that Aomine watched with great interest. His cock pulsed, sheathed in your warm walls.

All that training payed off for you. You were riding his cock up and down, occasionally stopping to grind down while he was still fully inside of you, all the while Aomine's hands left marks on your thighs from having to hold onto something to not lose control.

"Fuck, princess, that's pretty good. You're giving me a run for my money here. Watching you ride me like that, might not be a bad thing. Makes me really hate the fact that you didn't practice on me too. I could have seen all your orgasms." He pulled you down, arms locking you against him, leaving only your hips to move in a circle, unable to pull all the way up from this position. That was okay, as tough of a guy as he was, he loved being close to you in moments like these.

"You can from now on. And if you're away," You cupped his face and kissed your promise against his lips, "I'll send you a nice recording."

"Oh, fuck!" You never heard Aomine sound like that, he was fully moaning into your mouth, hips shaking as you helped him ride his orgasm out by riding him, and getting to your own orgasm. He didn't want to stop there though, "I'm gonna need lots of those, I wanna see what you're up to when I'm not here."

#aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #knb x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #aomine daiki smut #aomine smut #knb smut #kuroko no basuke smut #aomine daiki imagine #knb imagines #kuroko no basuke imagine #x female reader #smut drabble #smutember 2023

[vespersposts]

Wildchild [10]

Hi lovelies 💓,

here we are with the new episode. It's a rather angsty and sad one cause Aomine is such a dork sometimes, and Akashi has his problems too in making up to you.

Hope you'll feel it pleasant and I thank you again for the support you are showing to Knb and specifically for my blog.

Let's keep in touch,

Love,

V.

💣PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: long story, contains angst, fluff and smut parts that will be reported in relevant chapter post.

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"Don't be silly, it's dark by now and you wouldn't have been able to carry all this stuff by yourself anyway" he tells you, pointing to the handle of the large cotton bag that divides you.

"Aren't you going to be late?" you smile at him, slowing your pace to match his.

"I've got time" he tells you simply, stopping to observe the intersection with the kindergarten that would later lead him to the konbini where he is meeting Imayoshi.

In the damp evening you smell his scent mingling with that of the night, you see his large, long hand relaxed against his dark jeans, the silence between you is so thick you can hear him breathing. 

You know he is about to tell you something, but you do not know if you have the heart to listen. 

"It's yours" he tells you, pointing to the strap slung over your shoulder from which the vibration comes. You nod and awaken from your fantasies, retrieving your phone and when you see the Kyoto boy's name on the screen, you smile at your walking companion, as he backs away to give you space, waiting a few steps ahead.

"Here I am, Sei " you tell him, holding the phone pressed to your ear, lest you think someone else might overhear your call. 

You hear his words, but do not immediately grasp their meaning, so much so that Akashi has to repeat them.

You remove the phone from your ear and look at Daiki, standing on the doorstep, and instinctively move closer as the speaker on the phone calls your voice.

"I get it, but I don't want to talk about it now" you answer coldly "Of course I'm disappointed, but I understand that you can't do otherwise.No, no need to.... I’ll be fine" you sigh trying not to cry "I'm telling you I don't want to talk about it now; I need some time alone to get myself together, sorry. Talk to you later, I promise “ you wrap up the conversation.

Your hands are shaking with anger, and the mere thought that he has seen it makes you even more upset. You can't put your phone back in your shoulder strap, and when you try to pull out your house keys, they fall at your feet, making a huge racket.

"Just leave it" he tells you, twirling them around one finger and opening the front door to let you in, before doing the same.

You are both in the kitchen, far away from each other. Daiki puts the large cotton bag on the table and sits on the oak bench, his head resting on his hand, as if expecting an explanation.

You bring him a glass of water, which you obviously need more than he does.

“I've always liked this house. It's so peaceful” he tells you, giving you his back to look at the large windows that give a glimpse of the garden, lit only by the solar lanterns.

"Nothing has changed, at least here" he continues, watching you drink.

"It has to stay that way, you know, I promised her" you acknowledge, approaching to sit next to him, who nods silently, staring into the distance. In fact, you don't even know if he has noticed your presence, caught up as he seems in his own thoughts. 

"I'm sorry" he states, pointing his incredible blue eyes into yours, one elbow on the table and his arm outstretched to retrieve his drink.

"Don’t be, I'm used to it" you confess, feeling tears sting your eyes again " Though, mine is a choice. You know what they say? As you make your bed, so you must lie on it " you fake a smile, hoping he will believe the emancipated and mature version of you, and go off to party with his friends, or anyway far from you.

"I think you're right " he avows, smirking at you as he sees your relieved look "That's what you are to him: a habit. That's why it will never be" he stabs you, looking at his phone to check the time. 

You want to say something but remain frozen by the grim expression his face has taken on.

"Seijuro is many things, but he is definitely not dumb. Since he can't have you, no one else will. You will be stuck in this limbo forever, believing that you have chosen, or worse, dreaming that you can live your life with him. You will not have a life with him and, believe me, you may not even have a life at all. You can be his lover, for what? Two jumps in a week? Is he that good?" he laughs, looking down on you "Actually you are a toy in his hands. That's what I'm sorry about “ he tells you, standing up to stretch, as if what he told you hadn't really come out of his mouth.

"I understand what you mean and I thank you for your thoughtfulness but …" you smile at him, standing up in turn.

“I thank you for your thoughtfulness... Is that so? Do you think you can mess with me?" he stresses, looking at you with what you perceive as scorn. 

"Give it a damn, Daiki!" you tell him, not tolerating his attitude one minute longer.

You see him grinning, that mocking smirk of his that always made you want to open a hand wide on his face.

"So…You still remember my name" he points out, taking a step towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder to bring himself close to your ear "Don't screw with me, you know you can’t".

"Am I a liar now?" you answer him, feeling his warm body move away from yours, leaving only silence and coldness behind.

"Who the fuck knows, you tell me. Give me something true about these days you spent here, with Satsuki and Tetsu. These two days with me in the way...It must have been torture, isn't it? " he nags you, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You shake your head, because there’s no simple answer.

'You're right, I didn't want to come. I didn't want to see any of you, especially you. I didn't want to feel like that girl again. That one you could have whenever and wherever you wanted but.... The truth is, I miss you. I miss Satsuki's talk, I miss seeing how happy she is with Tetsu, I miss your parents and their support, I miss the walks downtown, the days at basketball camp, the dinners... and I miss you. I miss not seeing you, not talking to you, not knowing anything about you" you agreed with a sigh.

"It's funny that you actually miss me when Akashi prefers his girlfriend over you, isn't it? Yet it's always like that, so listen well: I don't want you to miss me, I don't want you to either think about me or worry about me. Live the life you brag so much about, and stop nagging me” he tells you abruptly, taking his mobile phone from his pocket.

“I tried to go back to Kyoto right away, but it's not possible because Seijuro isn't in town and I... “ you try to explain, but his icy gaze stops you.

"I don't give a damn about your problems with Akashi, ok? I just want you to promise me that we won't see each other again" he tells you "And quickly too, I've got a life to live" he cuts, giving way towards the door.

"I do promise" you nod automatically, trying to smother the anguish the words you just said cause you. 

You unlock the front door, see the threshold light come on and breathe, but it's no use.

You try to banish that strange feeling, but your body soon becomes saturated with it, like a glass of water into which a drop of ink is spilled. 

You feel your eyes moisten, your cheeks redden, your nose pinch and you already know that this time you won't be able to stop yourself in time. 

"Please don't, you know I can't stand seeing you cry. You made a promise, you gotta play fair" he sighs, when a big shiny tear falls from your eyes.

"I am, you see. I'm fine, everything's fine, it's already over" you tell him, wiping your eyes with one hand to prevent him from doing so.

"It's just tiredness. It's been two nerve-wracking days, I need to rest" you smile at him, opening your hand in greeting.

He stands at the threshold, motionless and silent to give you one last long look. 

His phone rings, but it doesn't matter. 

You should close the door, but you don't.

Your situation forever.

Even if you don't want to, you have to be the one to cut the wire that connects you and set him free, as he asked you to.

Even if you can't lie, and you know that what you are about to tell him will just annoy him.

"Thank you for all these years, thank you for making everything so much easier than I deserved. Thank you for giving me something true and powerful to hold on to in these difficult times. You made me feel loved, Daiki. So deeply loved that I always thought I couldn't give it up. You need me to take an honest stand and that's it, I won't hide anything anymore. Believe me, I tried to understand what I felt for you. Before I moved, I’m sure I was deeply in love with you. I loved you as much as I could in my own clumsy way. I will forever miss being your babe, your wild child, your game, your... whatever you want to call me. But time passes and things change, and for me now you are a new person, someone I loved but lost touch with, some time ago. In fact, the main point of our struggle is so clear once we put our past aside. I no longer recognise you and neither do you, we grew up as strangers in each other's eyes, only now I see it. If we had met today we wouldn't have even spoken to each other, because we are incompatible: I am no longer the girl I used to be, and you are no longer the boy I liked so much. We only keep this kind of relationship together out of melancholy, but neither of us really wants to pursue it. Every time it's a war to prove a non-existent point to the other, but we really have nothing to say to each other anymore. It may sound sad, but it is the truth. Let's be bold and end it here, before we curse our memories too. It's time to part, you're right ” you wrap, sustaining his gaze throughout that very long minute before his mobile phone starts ringing again and Imayoshi’s name appears on the screen.

"Farewell, Daiki" you smile at him, closing the door behind you.

#aomine #aomine x you #aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #aomine+daiki #aomine daiki fluff #knb #kuroko no basket #knb x reader #akashi seijuro #akashi x you #akashi x reader #vesperwrites #vesperdreams #vesperfairytales #aomine daiki #the basketball which kuroko plays

[anastasiabowe]

𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨 — how your boyfriend is and how he acts with you, only you bring out a new him!

note: I saw this format on a couple of posts and wanted to try it out! I would tag people but there is so many people that use this format, so, sorry!

Content warnings: nsfw (17+), swearing, masturbation,(Kagami), overstimulation, bondage (Kise), pussy eating (Teppei),dacryphilia, degradation if you squint (Aomine), riding (Midorima), stand fuck? (Murasakibara), and anything else I forgot!

★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜

Kagami is a big baby when it comes to you. He always misses you! Even though with his teammates and friends he seems stable and intense, he falls to his knees for you, he cries for you at night, wanting to feel you in every place imaginable. Can’t hold it against him, you’re literally perfect!

You had arrived home from work with Riko, and the apartment you and Kagami share, you only part-time, was weirdly quiet. You dropped off your stuff, and called out to Kagami. You walked slowly to the bedroom, and muffled noises were becoming more and more clear.

Kagami whined and groaned as he worked his cock with his hand. Frustration pinning a furious red on his face and his shirt was in between his teeth. His abs defined from him tending his abdomen and you couldn’t help but get weak in the knees hearing him cry out, not only crying out profanities, but crying out your name.

“Hah, w-wish you were here baby!” He moaned again, trying his hardest to relieve the burn of the blood flowing his dick. He pinched his nipple, and groaned out to that. You pushed open the door, and Kagami flinched, but didn’t stop. Your face was in complete shock and awe and he couldn’t help but nearly come right then and there from simply seeing your face.

You approach the bed, and crawl towards him. “Move your hand.” You command to the red haired man.

“B-but-“ you smacked his thigh, and he removed his hand.

“I wanna help!” Your dominant demeanor no longer evident. You smile, and he nodded aggressively, jerking his hips up when you firmly grabbed his dick.

“T-thank you!” He moaned as you You kiss his heated lips. “Love you so-so much-much!”

★ — 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗘

Kise, kise, kise. A kind man at first appearance, a strict man at heart. Don’t get me wrong, kise is a great guy, thoughtful, loving, respectful, but he also wants to be in control. He wants to do things his way, that being where you both go to for a date, or where you lay while he fucks the last brain cells out of your head’s.

Kise sat on the sofa in your shared home. His jaw clenched and legs crossed. His arms draped over the back of the sofa and he watched the show in the screen.

You on the other hand were upstairs, on the king sized bed, hands and legs tied and a vibrator in and on your cunt. You cry as your cunt was overworked and pain was starting to course through your cunt. You could t fee anything but the uncomfortable pain from the vibrations, yet orgasms after orgasms instinctively rip from you.

“K-kise! P-please!” You scream out again, his teeth clenching harder against each other. “I-I’m sorry!” You cried when another orgasm scraped its way out of you.

Kise sighed and stood up. He walked upstairs and into the master bedroom. Your body was limp against the bindings, and your face was completely wet from the tears in your face. You did this to yourself. Even though you couldn’t stand this punishment, you never used your safe word. Kise wanted to pity you, but again you did this to yourself.

He got on the bed, and turned off the vibrators. As he did so, your body convulsed, and then he felt a little bad.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He grabbed your cheeks and moved your head towards him.

“Y-yes.” Your weak voice spoke out. She smiled, and kissed your lip’s softly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” Kise took off the cuffs, he cleaned your hypersensitive cunt as gently as he could. He rubbed ointment on your wrists and ankles, and he stripped himself of his shirt and pants, and laid with you.

“Don’t fuck with me again, y/n.” He help you tighter in his arms. You nodded, and he smiled.

★ — 𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗜

Can Teppei ever just not be himself? Teppei is the sweetest man known to mankind. Whenever you both hang out, it never feels awkward or unnatural to be around him, he is just so easy to love!

Teppei prepared a warm bath with bath soaps and candles, no rose petals though, he’s allergic, but he did put in rubber duckies, just to be funny! You were exhausted from doing your afterschool job, and he knew exactly what you needed. So when you entered the bath, him behind you, his heart fluttered seeing the face he wanted to see, satisfaction.

He washed your back, and hair. He laid with you, hummed a song that put your mind at ease. He even helped dry you off and carried you back into your shared room.

“Just let me help you relax, baby.” His comforting tone made you follow his command. He spread your pussy lips and began to suck on your clit. His tongue circling it at the same time. You grabbed the pillows as you felt even more amazing with how he was eating you out.

“Mhm, feel good?” He looked up, still eating you out.

“Mhm, very good!” You moan out making him chuckle.

He continued to eat you out until you quickly grabbed his head and pushed him farther into your cunt.

“So close! Please don’t stop!” Teppei pushed your thighs even farther apart, enhancing the pleasure, and also to stop you from crushing his head.

You came while pulling his hair. He groaned at the feeling, and rutted his dick into the mattress from the feeling.

Once you came down from your orgasm, Teppei climbed up to you and hovered over you. you looked up at the brunette who was smiling. You chuckle and said,

“Guess you like hair pulling more than I do!” He laughed and kissed you.

“I guess so!”

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

Aomine is a bitch. He knows it, I know it, now you know it. And, when I say bitch, I mean he is meeeean! But you’re into that, so who is really complaining? Aomine does everything in his power to make you upset, not like genuinely upset, but more so a “stop being so mean!” Upset. He doesn’t hurt you, call you names or pick at insecurities, he says things like “you can do way better.” In a blunt tone.

Aomine also is distant in a trashy boyfriend way. He is a good boyfriend most times, but a lot of times he just ghosts you, ignores you, and he also sometimes has the audacity to talk to other girls! He doesn’t indulge in any physical contact, but he wants to see you upset or crying.

Aomine is a dacryphiliac. He strives to see you cry. But, it isn’t hard to get you too, because your a baby. A big cry baby while we’re at it. Your dress is too short, you cry. Your shoes aren’t tying right, you cry. If you can’t fall asleep when you want to, you cry! But Aomine loves it.

“Please put it in!” Tears stream down your face as Aomine rubs his tip anywhere and thrusts it everywhere but your cunt. You just wanted to indulge in an intimate session with your boyfriend but he isn’t doing very much.

“Quit your crying, I do what I fucking want.” He slips inside but quickly pulls out. Aomine has good stamina and self control when he wants to, and this is the time where his self control is at its peak. He can just tease and tease until he’s ready.

You ball up your fists and hit the mattress. Your forehead also hirs it as if you were throwing a tantrum.

“Fine.” He said annoyed, and he started to pound into you.

“Y-you- aha! You b-bitch!” You moan out as he rolled his eyes.

“What else is new?” His voice sounded so controlled despite the rapid and aggressive thrusting he was doing.

“Wouldn’t say that shit if I wasn’t fucking my pussy. I’d be grateful if I were you, not many girls get this opportunity.” He said straight into your ear.

“I- aha! I’m gonna c-“

“Shut the fuck up- shit.” He interrupted as he repositioned himself, and pulled you onto him as if you were some sex doll or fleshlight.

“Aominichi!” You squeal as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Fuck!” He slowed down his thrusts and pulled out of you.

“What are you-“

He flipped you on top of him, and laid back.

“If you want my cum, work for it.”

★ — 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗔

A literal Aomine opposite. He comes off cold and a know it all, but he is really a great listener and man of advice. You kind of find his whole lucky item thing a bit weird, and how he revolves his whole day around his zodiac and lucky item, but he’s still cute!

He always gets a duplicate of his lucky item, knowing it might not matter to you or have as much luck as for him, but he wants to share as much of his luck with you as he can. He always wants you to be where he is, that being games, school, and even work.

He treats you like his own lucky item, accept he doesn’t need a website or paper to tell him that. He also likes when you take control. He loves when you use him. He’s always so tired of having to worry about this and that, and doesn’t like always being the leader of something since he’s apart of the GOM.

“Mmm, Shintarō!” You moan as you rode him. His large hands gripped your his tightly, and his usually neat green hair was messy and half wet from the multiple rounds you’ve put him through.

“Ha- wha-what’s got you so worked up today?” He was out of breath, and all you could do was smile.

“Having a hot boyfriend comes wit-with perks.” You continued to hop on his long dick, despite the burn of your thighs.

“I see.” He smirked. And he felt another orgasm approach. You rolled your hips, trying to cum one more time.

“I’m so close! Please, Shin, h-help me!” Your legs got the best of you, and you needed his help.

“Alright, but beware, I’m not holding back.” He flipped you both over, and he grabbed your waist. He quickly fucked you both, his hot moans and your pitchy ones filled the room, as this was going to be the last round of many.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You repeated over and over, and Midorima leaned down and kissed you.

“Cum for me.” His voice was deeper and that done it for you.

You screamed, and he continued to rut into you until he groaned and came inside of you. He laid on top of you, and you both laid there and caught your breaths.

“Knew that damn coin was going to give me extra fortune today.”

You hit his back, and he chuckled.

★ — 𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗔

This man is LAZY! And I’m not just saying that either. He literally doesn’t want to do anything around the house, he doesn’t want to help with groceries, he just wants to eat and maybe, just maybe, play a small game of basketball, but unlikely.

He usually prefers to sit around the house and watch tv, but when you’ve made it very clear that in order for y’all to fuck, he has to do the work, he was basically a man who worked his whole life.

Since he was a big man, he couldn’t get away with doing nothing. If you need him to get a bug on the ceiling, he’s getting that bug. If you need him to get a kitten out of a tree, he’s getting the kitten, or he won’t get your sweet, delicious cunt.

“No.” You said, even more pissed of than before.

“Why not!” The big ass man whined. His dick laying on his lower abdomen as you sat rught next to him with your arms crossed.

“At your grown age, if you want something done, you’d work to get it done.”

He frowned, and you stood your ground.

“Fine, whatever.” He crossed his arms and looked away. After maybe 5 seconds, he got up and put you over his shoulders.

After many fake attempts of being mad and asking him to put you down, you lost your clothes and was now being moved on his dick like a sex doll. His tall stature and your much shorter one almost made you seem like a doll.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he bounced you up and down his dick.

“Is this enough work for ya?” The spite in his voice thick like honey.

“M-m-hm!” The broken noises from the bouncing were the only things you could muster as his dick reached the deepest parts of your body.

“Always whining about how lazy I am, sorry I like to rest!” He is talking to himself more at this point.

You quietly came in his cock, he didn’t even notice from all the yapping he was doing.

“Just tryna make you happy, but no, always gotta be mad at so-“ his words froze, and you were gone.

“Already dumb on my dick? Had so much shit left to say.” He brought you over to the bed, and just continued to fuck you there

“Lazy!” He laughed to himself. “I’ll show you lazy.” This, my friend, is going to be a long night for you!

#kagami taiga #kagami smut #kagami taiga x reader #kise ryouta #Kise smut #kise ryota x reader #kiyoshi teppei #Teppei smut #kiyoshi teppei x reader #daiki aomine #aomine smut #aomine x reader #midorima shintarou #midorima x reader #midorima shintaro x reader #murasakibara atsushi #atsushi murasakibara smut #murasakibara x reader #knb #knb smut #knb x reader

[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.”

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #kuroko no basquet #aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #aomine smut #kise ryouta #knb imagines #kuroko no basuke x reader #aomine x reader

[universal-imagines]

Hi! I wanted to request a headcanon with Akashi, Murasakibara and Aomine (and another character if you want) about them having a female s/o who is not their original type? (Aka: elegant girls with dignity, Mura: tall girls, Ao: big breasts) Their s/o isn't really elegant lol, or has an average height etc. But they love and treasure her. They reasure their s/o, when she finds out their original type and she's insecure about it

❥ ﹝ insecurities ﹞

i. akashi seijuro

it'd been a couple of months since you'd started dating akashi, but you had yet to make it public

not that he or you were actively hiding it, the occasion just hadn't presented itself, but as time continued to pass by you began to wonder if he was ashamed of you

you'd been friends for a while and people knew the both of you were close, even when everyone else was terrified of him you were always there and he treated you like an equal so you didn't think people would be surprised if you ended up together

however, you didn't fit his type, the type everyone assumed he would eventually end up with, someone sophisticated and well-mannered, someone who oozed elegance and power...

you were just you, maybe a little loud and outspoken or maybe a little clumsy

but your insecurities were immediately dealt with when he took you by the hand and walked down the hall

it was a particularly busy day, you don't quite remember why because your mind was too preoccupied with his hand in yours, but it was probably due to festival preparations

"why did you do that?" you asked when you finally found your voice

"because i could tell something was troubling and i hadn't done anything wrong, so i figure it had to do with our relationship status"

you smiled, of course he could read you like a book

ii. murasakibara atsushi

to be honest you had expected a little more than "you're the perfect size" when you voiced your concerns about your height difference

before you guys started dating you had asked him about his type and he said he wanted someone tall so he didn't have to worry about bending down and stuff, so it had been weighing on you this whole time

you wanted some kind of reassurance that he didn't absolutely hate it, but he just shrugged and continued to eat his snacks

"well can you tell me how exactly i'm the perfect height?"

after taking a bite of a chip he titled his head, studying you for a few seconds

"when i'm tired i can rest my chin on your head and it fits perfectly, doesn't matter if i'm sitting or standing and when we're sitting down you fit perfectly against me. i can practically swallow you up with a hug and i think it's nice"

he ate a few more chips before smiling

"oh and i like the way my sweaters look on you"

iii. aomine daiki

you found the magazines he used to get bribed with by his teammates and felt your stomach drop

in all honesty, you weren't snooping or anything your foot just accidentally knocked into something under his bed and you pulled it out to make sure it wasn't damaged, you actually wished you hadn't stumbled upon his hidden stash of magazines

"what do you have there?" was his nonchalant reaction when he walked into the room

he could tell you were uncomfortable with what you'd found but he thought it was nothing more than shame or disgust that he'd keep something like that

it wasn't until a couple of days later when you brought the subject up that he realized why exactly you looked upset

"are you disappointed that i don't have a big chest like those girls... in the magazines?" you were trying to sound as casual as possible, but your body language told a whole different story

"what?" he frowned, but only got a shrug from you

"i'll admit that's the first thing i see in a girl. i'm a tits guy through and through but that's not all i care about. besides, yours are just the right size. if you had big tits i'd have to watch out for other guys..." he stopped, thinking about how that might have sounded "but that doesn't mean that's the only reason i'm dating you either. without you i wouldn't be able to function. i used to rely on momoi for everything, but now you're the person i look for, so get those stupid thoughts out of your head"

#aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro imagine #aomine x reader #aomine imagine #murasakibara imagine #knb imagine #knb x reader #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi #*headcanons #*scripto

[wannabe-cartoonist-blog]

Kuroko, talking about his and Aomine's falling out: and we would fist bump all the time but then one day he said he didn't need me anymore and left me hanging forever

Kagami to Kuroko, 0.001 seconds later: guess what our new thing is?

#kuroko no basket #kagakuro #aokuro #kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #aomine daiki #wannabespeaks #knb

[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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