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madammidnightsblog · 6 months

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Tōō Collaring

Warning : collaring, mistress kink, pet kink, groping, vibrator, orgasm denial, mommy kink, dacryphilla, dry orgasm, cock ring, baby boy kink, pet play, finger sucking, feminization, baby girl kink, strap on, drooling, choking, fucked dumb, mentions of milking, dirty talking, degrading, calling ass a cunny, fingering, thigh riding, nipple sucking, riding, exhibition, dry humping, prince kink

Imayoshi

The feeling of the cool leather around his neck made goosebumps appear as he sat patiently on his knees, his bare body was glowing in the morning light. You were grabbing the last item you needed from the hidden box in the closet before turning back to your boyfriend to see them staring at you with a small smile which only made snicker while making your way to your shared bed, knowing he was eagerly waiting to have you all over him. Putting the toys and lube on the bed, you turned back to him, looping your index finger through the lop of the collar and gently tug on it to make him look up at you, pulling him into a passionate kiss which he eagerly responded to, tongues rubbing against each other to make the kiss as sloppy as possible while his hands gripping on your thighs desperately. Your tongue pushes further into his awaiting mouth to explore his wet hole while your hand moves up the collar to gently grab his throat, making him close his eyes in bliss.

Pulling away, licking the strings of saliva connecting your lips away and smirking at how submissive the usually cocky and sly the male is, "I wonder what your former teammates would feel if they ever saw their scary captain on his knees like an obedient pet." You teased which made him shift his legs under your gaze.

"I am your obedient pet Mistress so use me however you please. I want you to ruin me right now." He moaned as many hot and disgustingly arousing ideas ran through his head, wanting nothing but you to fuck him until the stress of collage to melt away.

Aomine

"Stop being a brat Aomine or I'll put the damn collar on you." You said through gritted teeth as you held your taller boyfriend by the collar of his shirt.

The said male only smirked down at you as his hands gripped your large breasts, loving the plush feeling of them in his hands along with the soft texture of your shirt. Aomine was wanting your attention but you were focused on making the new training schedule for the team that Momo asked for and he wasn't having it, wanting you to finally do something other than telling him to bother someone else. Glaring at him, you pushed him away from you and got up from your desk and walked over to the nightstand, picking up the bright red collar which made his smirk widen, finally getting what he wanted. Upon seeing him happy, you came up with a plan to give him what he wanted and get the schedule finished so you grabbed your vibrating wand before sitting back at your desk.

That's how he found himself, sitting between your legs under the desk, knees spread wide and his hands were tied to the wand that he had firmly pressed against his angry and leaking cock while his tearful eyes stared up at you with need, " 'M sorry Mommy... Pl..Please let me cum! W.. Wanna cum s' bad!" He sobbed into your inner thigh so the cock ring around him prevented him to cum, leaving him to have three dry orgasms which only made you run your fingers through his sweaty hair.

Sakurai

"Mommy! Do I look pretty?" He chirped happily as he walked into the living room where you were watching a movie.

Looking over to your baby boy to see him almost naked with a yellow collar decorating his neck with a matching leash hanging from it, cute light brown dog ears clipped to his hair, a dog plug sitting snugly in his hole, and cute white thigh highs to complete it. Your heart fluttered at how cute he looked and you couldn't help but turn the tv off before motioning for him to come over which he instantly dropped to his knees and crawled over to you with a shy smile. Your heart keep fluttering as he slowly made his way while his cheeks turned a light pink as he realized how hard he was getting from your aroused gaze. Once he was in front of you, you grabbed the leash while your other hand cupped his cheek and gently rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip before pushing it into his mouth which he instantly sucked on, making you moan from how well trained you had him.

Your gaze darked once spotting his dick that was starting to leak with anticipation, "I'm going to see how cute you can really be puppy, wanna see how cute you look gagging and choking on my fingers like a good puppy does." You moaned as he opened his mouth while you pressed down on his tongue to see how his throat flexed in response, the poor puppy had no idea how badly you wanted to see him crying and begging under your touch.

Wakamatsu

Slowly pulling your hips back, you yanked him back by the black leash in your hand to whisper filth into his ear before slamming your hips forward, pushing your strap deep into his twitching hole which made him whimper. His tongue stuck out as drool dripped down his chin, trying to beg you to spit in his mouth so you happily cranked his head in an uncomfortable position while collecting saliva before splitting it into his mouth which he swallowed. Moaning out how lewd he was, you started to pound into him as you gripped his jaw to maintain eye contact and when his eyes began to flutter shut, you yanked his leash which made his eyes shot open as he let out a choked moan while his hands clawed at the headboard to hold it; Wakamatsu was beyond his limit now and came hard which ripped a loud and lewd cry but all you did was push his head away and gripped his hip with your now free hand and started to growl. All he could say now was cock and he was drooling all over himself, his hole twitching and clenching around the strap in hopes to milk the fake cum that was promised.

"What a lewd little bitch you are. Going dumb and only able to think about cock, hm?" Your thrust seemed to only get harder which made his eyes roll back and his brain felt like it was melting from the stimulation on his prostate, "My cute little cock slut, wanting my cock deep in your ass and turning you into a girl right? Want to be my little girl, hm? Tell me how much you want to be my little girl that takes cock in her tight pussy like a good girl." You growled as he arched his back, pushing his ass further onto you to take you deeper.

Clenching his teeth as he felt his dick twitch from your words, loving every bit of the degrading words and wanting to show you how good of a girl he was for you, "Yes! I'm your good girl who loves taking your cock Mommy! So fucking please fuck your big cock in my tight little pussy until its the shape of it, don't want it to forget how good you fuck my little pussy like your slutty girl!" He cried as he came once again, leaning against the headboard until he felt the collar choking him.

Momoi

Your fingers slipped up and down her thighs as she humped your thigh, collaring swinging loosely around her neck which made her shiver from the cool leather hitting her hot skin. Her soft moans became a music for you, watching her fall into a beautiful bliss as her eyes flutter closed every time her small and swollen clit brushed against your knee and her body arch slightly until her bra clad breasts were pushed against your own. Your left hand went up to the pretty white collar and gave it a small gentle tug which pulled her flush against you for a kiss, lips moving slowly and passionately while your hand slipped behind her and unclasp her bra which made her sigh into the kiss. Pulling away slightly, you yanked the article of clothing off before pulling her back into the kiss while your hands rested at her hips and gently guided her to move a little faster to gently pull her closer to her climax.

Breaking the kiss, she tried to chase your lips again with a pout before you dipped your head to catch her nipple between your lips, giving the aroused bud a gentle suck, "I like that." She said barely above a whisper as her head tilted back a little, her hands finding their way into your hair to keep you in place with a moan.

Your tongue swirled around the bud before giving it a gentle nip and pulling away for a second, "I'm glad you do baby." You whispered before going back to sucking on the nipple.

Susa

"You look so cute on your knees Darling but how about you show me that cute little ass of yours. I want to see how good my little gift is treating your tight ass." You took a sip of your water as you watched your boyfriend turn around slowly.

He lowers his torso to the floor, reaching back to spread his cheeks as his face is pressed against the floor to show off the vibrator that was pushed into his hole. His dripping hole was twitching and fluttering around the bright pink kegel vibrator, the long tail twitching along with the vibrations as his let out deep moans that went straight to your soaking cunt. Seeing how his small hole sucked up the toy made your pussy throb in incapacitation so you ordered him to lay down which he quickly did, laying on his back while you walked over and pushed your panties to the side as you got on your knees, hovering over his throbbing cock. Giving him a smirk, you slowly lowered yourself with a moan while your left hand clutched the orange collar around his neck, gently pressing it down on this throat which made his cock twitch before cumming into your wet and hot sex.

"Fuck, you feel so good Mommy." He grunts as you weakly bounced on your heels, trying to get over how good it felt to be filled with his cum.

Harasawa

Harasawa knew how risky it was to wear his collar at practice with all the students around, coaching and training them with the deep purple leather showing but you were there, the assistant coach, to tease him. As you walked by him when he is talking to Wakamatsu to fill him in the importance of the role of being the new captain wad and you would make a snarky remark on the collar which made his face heat up and it didn't help when you were turn on the vibrator plug in his ass to get a reaction. He would try to dismiss the team so he could get you two alone so he can dry hump you like good boys do to their Mommy's with permission of course but you would try to drag out practice, knowing how desperate the older male was. As Wakamatsu went back to practicing with the others, you went to stand in front of him while watching the team train before motioning to him to lean down to you.

"Does my Prince need something, hm? Does he need Mommy to touch him?" You whispered while making sure no one was paying attention to you two as he whimpered, "You can rub against Mommy ok baby but keep quiet or they'll see how needy you are for your Mommy."

"Thank you Mommy." He whispers before slowly pulling you close by your belt loops and starts to hump your ass slightly, trying to move as slow as he can so the students wouldn't notice as he bites his tongue softly to hold back moans.

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lamnwar · 11 months

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Gom + Hanamiya + Imayoshi with an s/o who has a big bust and is insecure about it? (Nsfw please~~)

Heeeyyyy 💕 omg LOVE that request because it's so relatable to me 😭 so this one is kinda self-indulgent and long bc I got really inspired lmaooo also as I said before, I don't write for Hanamiya so he's not in these hcs but I still hope you like it! <3

MDNI 18+

LOVE 'EM LIKE THAT // KNB Headcanons

Context: feeling insecure about your big bust? no worries!! your fav boy loves them <3 All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (18+).

Pairing: GOM + Imayoshi x busty gn! Reader

Warnings: nsfw so fondling, nipple play, nipple sucking, biting, mentions of sex, reader has breasts but gender is not specified! (yeeeaaah I went all out I'm a big titties enthusiast 😭)

AKASHI

Ok first how dare you feel insecure about any part of your body???

Akashi is so convinced that you are absolutely perfect and that every part of you is exactly how it's meant to be

Nothing, to his eyes, is too big or too small or anything of that sort! So naturally, Akashi believes that your breasts are exactly how they're meant to be

He understands, however, why you'd feel insecure about them

He's witnessed people oversexualizing you because of your chest and my boy doesn't fail to put them back to their place

He's a smart guy and despite the way that he personally feels, he knows that straight out telling you that you have no reason to be insecure won't help

So he figures that he should help you appreciate it!

Akashi buys you pretty necklaces because he says it makes your chest look absolutely elegant <3

He's got you one with an "S" for "Seijurō" and he's just in heavens seeing the little pendant fall on your chest!

He particularly like how it moves with each jiggle of your breasts when your having sex 🤭

If you like lingerie, Akashi spares no expense and buys you the prettiest bras!

Doesn't matter if it's tedious to find actually beautiful bras for bigger sizes, he finds them and he buys them for you

And when you wear them for his eyes only, oh my...

He's a well-conceited dude, but he can't help but ravish at the sight

He loves to hold your big tits in his hands, massaging them ever so delicately

And he litters them with kisses, telling you how much he loves them

"They're so gorgeous, you know? Just like you, my love"

It's guaranteed the moment you two are having sex that your insecurities disappear

No one is as good as Akashi when it comes to loving your body <3

Like if he could make a painting of them, he would!

MIDORIMA

Midorima deals with his loved ones' insecurities in a rather indirect way

He's heard you talk about how bad you feel sometimes for being so busty and how you wish you had smaller boobs

He's seen your face when those cute tops that everyone wears can't fit on you

But he's never said anything about it, so you'd think he doesn't understand or worse, he doesn't care

Oh but you're wrong though!

My boy Shintarō is observant, so he doesn't say much anyways

But then you'll come home and he'll sit you on his lap and just look at you

Scanning your body with his cunning green eyes as you blush, and he'll let his slander fingers pull your top up

And you'll sit here, flustered as he hums, tracing the shape of your tits

"It's foolish to be insecure, sweetheart, these are just as they should be"

He'll say these words as he cups them in his big hands, thumbs grazing your erected nipples

And he'll go ahead, sucking on them and looking up at your face as you let out soft moans

"See? Sensitive just as they should be"

And he'll caress them, ever so often squeezing them harshly just to get a loud gasp out of you

"Soft, just as they should be"

And he'll see himself get hard not from the playing with your tits, but from seeing that pleasure on your face

"I told you, nothing to be insecure about, sweetheart"

KISE

Kise refuses to accept an universe in which his s/o is insecure about any part of their body!

So he's very vocal about it, he tells you everyday that he loves your body

He sometimes gets very passionate, even going to the length of ranting about it for long minutes

"Trust me baby, you're gorgeous! You're busty, so what? I love your big tits, baby, they're crafted by the gods, you hear me?!"

Don't you dare pull your neckline because you're showing too much cleavage! Kise thinks you're beautiful as you are and he won't let you hide your beautiful body in any way

It lowkey gets annoying lol

His favourite way of showing you how much love you and your big bust deserve is by taking pictures of you!

You heard me, Kise occasionally snaps pictures of his gorgeous s/o and their beautiful, big breasts

And if you dare cover them, he'll slap your hand away

He even takes a selfie of him resting his head on them

"See baby, they're perfect!" He grins as he shows you the lewd pictures he's taken

And it's not just dramatic words and action! In the simpliest ways, too, Kise shows the appropriate love to your bust

Ever so often glides his hands under your shirt to fondle them, his hot breath in your ear

"So great, baby... love these big titties of yours. No need to hide them, alright? Everything about you is just perfect."

He loves to suck on them, leaving open mouth kisses all over <3

He just loves to caress them, holding them as he thrusts into you and watches your body with stars in his eyes

"You're my pretty one, don't forget it"

AOMINE

Ok ok so Aomine is a special case because being with him at first might have made you more insecure

You knew the guy loved big boobs, he's never been subtle about it

And if technically you had what he liked, you feared at first that he'd be disappointed by your chest

It's not perfectly round and tight like the ones on the girls he's seen in magazines and other pornographic media

Yours sags and jiggles, it's natural but you've known way too many men who can't accept the real look of naturally big breasts

So you got particularly insecure when you started dating Daiki

However, you were quick to realize that you had no reason to be

Everything that you hated about your tits – the size, the shape, the way they sit on your chest – is EXACTLY what he loves about them

The first time you pulled your shirt up and let him see your tits, Aomine was mesmerized by the way they dropped out

He's absolutely in love with them (and you <3)

Oh god, does he love how squishy they are!!

And the way they jiggle

Literally moans when he sees them move with his thrusts

Even fucks you harder just to see them bounce

Squeeze them hard from time to time, absolutely feral for them

"Fuck pretty, those are insane!"

Always finds his way to be under your shirt, fondling them, squeezing them, sucking on your pretty nipples

He's so obsessed with them omg he even gets them sore from all the attention he gives them 😭

At this point you have no choice but to accept that, in your boyfriend's eyes, your tits are the best thing ever

Works you towards loving them as much as he does

To the point where you even take the initiative sometimes to give him a boob job

It drives him CRAZY omggg

He loves to see his cock drag in and out between your big titties

Always makes him cum instantly hihi

Talking of which, he's got a peculiar way of showing his love for your titties by occasionally cumming on them

"Shit, pretty... god bless you're so perfect"

Yeah, basically makes you less insecure about them by loving them enough for the two of you <3

MURASAKIBARA

Weirdly enough, I believe Murusakibara to be be the most understanding of your insecurity

He's lived his whole life being above average in size, so he kinda gets you for the way you feel about your bust

He knows how annoying it is to attract unwanted attention and have everyone oggle at you because you're not built like most

So when you voiced out your insecurities, he's got you!

And since he knows how it is, he helps you out of it

For him, the key is acceptance: you don't need to love what you're insecure about, you just need to be ok with its existence

So he'll tsk when you try to cover them up or when you feel like changing your top because you think it's too tight

He'll show you that one very intricate bra with an insane cleavage and ask you, "why don't you wear this one more often, hm?"

The funny thing with him is that he's kinda indifferent to the size of your chest

Honestly, nothing is too big for a guy like him, so he acts with no particular regard for your bust size

Except maybe putting his snacks on them when you're sitting together watching tv

Dude got himself a nice table, so he's gonna use it 😭

He touches them in such a nonchalant way too

Oh! Gotta mention though, how good it feels that his hands are big enough so your boobs fit almost entirely (if not entirely) in them!

It's the kind of thing that makes you feel a bit normal about your big tits, so you insist sometimes to have him holding them for you

And he doesn't complain, he quite likes it!

Squeezing them to destress

"These are fun, sweets"

Definitely leaves a shit ton of love bites on them! As much as he seems indifferent about your tits, he loves to take them in his mouth

Loves to suck and bite them the most! Leaves your chest covered with his saliva and doesn't give a fuck about it

Atsushi is a 100% the kind to randomly get his head in your shirt and nibble on your skin for his own entertainment

And when you start breathing heavily and whimpering at his ministrations, he'll look at you with the most indifferent look, head peeking between your tits

"Something's wrong, y/n-chi?"

Doesn't even let you reply before he keeps gnarling on them, leaving small purple bruises everywhere on your tits!

IMAYOSHI

LISTEN. He may be a bit of a fucker, but he's got empathy

Seeing his s/o insecure about a part of their body, he makes it his life mission to resolve that issue

Personally speaking, he doesn't care about chest size, so the fact that you're busty is the least of his worries

But it's an issue to you, though, and he can't let you live like that!

Imayoshi's solution is exposure therapy

He's gotta make you face your chest, he needs you to see them as he does

And he'll do it in... questionable ways, indeed, but it does work (somehow?)

He might suddenly lift your shirt up while you're cuddling, leaving you confused while he chuckles in your neck

"Now now, darling... I just wanna see these pretty things"

And can you say no, when he's so good at teasing them?

He LOVES tugging on your nipples, twisting them a bit just to get to hiss and swear at him

And as much as you hate him for playing with you like that, you do love what he's doing

And he takes it to another extreme, sitting you in front of the mirror, chest bare

Hand on your jaw, forcing you to watch your reflection as he mutters in your ear

"Look at them, pretty, don't you dare looking away"

So here you sit, getting to look at that part of you that makes you so nervous for such a long time that it slowly starts to change your gaze on them

And Imayoshi's not done there

He takes your hands, putting them on your chest and giving you just one, simple instruction

"Go ahead, play with them"

You're stunted at first but you slowly start doing what he's asked you to, and the more you go, the more you feel different

From embarrassement to arousal, seeing yourself in a whole new light while he sits beside you, a cunning smile on his lips

That's exactly what he wants, for you to change your perspective on yourself

That body of yours, though he's not one to admit it, is irrestible

Every part of it, meant to be loved, touched, played with

And when he gets you to do it to yourself, you have no choice but to love it too

After a while, he'll swat your hands away and replace them with his, looking at you in the mirror

You can't help but keep your eyes on your chest, on the way it looks in his hold, at his mercy

And you blush, tempted to look away but unable to do so, because you enjoy it

You enjoy the way Imayoshi toys with your tits, making them feel less like a burden to you

"Still insecure, darling?" he laughs softly "of course not, these marvelous tits of yours are nothing to be insecure about"

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18002dheauxs · 1 year

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The girl all the bad guys want

-about: the biggest assholes in KNB get the girls of their dreams. I saw their ideal types and my head kinda went brrr

-with: Makoto Hanamiya, Kojiro Furuhashi, Kazuya Hara, Kentaro Seto, Hiroshi Yamazaki, Shogo Haizaki, Shoichi Imayoshi, cisfem!reader

-wc: 4.1k (I’m so sorry I went a lil wild here)

-warnings!: toxic guys, piv sex lots of it lmaoo, degradation, manipulation, car sex, clit slapping, bondage, bdsm, hair pulling, flogging, semi-public ig in Hara’s idek atp, panty stealing, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem!receiving and m!receiving), deep throating, dumbification, dacryphilia, sir kink, daddy kink, ddlg implications ig if you squint, squirting, exhibitionism, voyeurism, nipple play, camming work, sex toys, facial

Makoto Hanamiya likes stupid girls: Makoto has never been a hard worker. Building a partner into what he wants never really appealed to him. He likes ‘em to come already the way he likes: pretty, eager to please and just really fuckin stupid. He considers you all three & he wouldn’t change a thing! Anyone can see you're gorgeous; that's a given but a kinder person would call you.. err.. naive.. but Makoto Hanamiya has never been known as a kind person. He'll tell you to your face, of course, he's never been one to mince words and he sure as hell won’t start now. The small amount of brain power you did carry is quickly being drained out of your head by his cock splitting you open in the backseat of his car. He's taken you to a drive-in and just with that crooked smile that you trusted way too easily and referencing some bullshit about how comfortability can affect your focus, he got you where he wanted you. Anyone else could see, if not through the bullshit; then through that glint in his eye, that that was a thinly veiled excuse to get into those teeny, tiny skirts you always prance about in. He didn't think he could get any harder, hearing you squeak when his hand smoothed under your skirt and his fingers drifted over your panties. It fills him with excitement to know that it's not an act. You really are way out of your depth and far too dumb to know it but he wouldn't have it any other way. "I love watching you like this", he murmurs into the ear he was previously biting, fingers digging deeper into your hips to roll you forward. "You're already fucking dumb but seeing you go even dumber on my cock.. fuck I don't think I'll ever get sick of that". All you can do is whimper and try to keep up with his strokes. You didn't see this coming and to be fair, you didn't really consider yourself the type to give in this easy but fuck are you happy you did. It’s not entirely your fault though, Hanamiya knows how to manipulate girls like you. The tip of his curved dick hitting spots in you that cause drool to drip down your chin is really the best case scenario here. You can't even think right now; the empty space in your head, finally full but only of the delicious stretch of his thick cock. Your legs start to snap closed when one of his hands leaves your hips to rub fast and hard circles into your clit. "Aht aht what do you think you're doin, princess?", he cooly states, holding you open while his hand never stops its assault on your clit.. All that comes out of you is a pathetic whimper of "i- is too much Mako. I can't!". And he smiles. A genuine, crooked smile. He gathers some hair at the back of your head to keep your weak head still & your rolling eyes on his amused ones, "Of course you can, sweetheart! You don't think I know what's best for you? Leave the thinking to me and just make a mess all over my cock when I tell you to, yeah?" Of course he knows what your body can take, he is the genius after all.

Kōjirō Furuhashi likes masochists: Kojiro isn't one to flippantly toss around the word “love”. Words have meaning to him and he finds a lot of his peers don't understand the meaning of that particular word at all so he saves it for when he really means it, like now. As Kojiro's eyes take you in, arms bound together with rope that's doing most of the work in keeping you upright and hickies & bruises littering your beautiful body, he thinks that's the only word that would suffice for how much he enjoys this. He reaches forward to grab a handful of your hair and pull back until your watery eyes are boring into his. The tears staining your cheeks make his dick twitch. You look perfect like this, giving into pleasure and pain. "You alright, beautiful?", he says against your lips, tightening his grip on your hair to which you let out a moan. Sick little bitch, he thinks to himself and it makes him crack what can be considered for him a smile. "Please Ko, need more", you managed to beg into his parted lips. "More? Your ass is already burning to the touch you think you can take more?" He says twirling the handle of the flogger in his hand. "Yes please", you say tearfully. He has to will himself to stay on track. "Please what?" "Yes please, sir", you say, more tears spilling as he lands a harsh blow with the flogger to your ass. "Such a little freak" every word is preceded by a whistle of promise from the flogger to give you pain that hurts so so good. As the leather strikes your ass, your cries make Kojiro's cock drip with precum. He can't wait to feel the welts on your ass press against his skin as he drives his cock into you, relentlessly hard later. In fact, he thinks he'll love it.

Kazuya Hara likes girls with pretty legs: Despite the reputation he had with the rest of the members of his high school team that he hasn't seemed to be able to shake even well into his 3rd year of college; Kazuya Hara really likes soft & sweet things. He plays ball hard and definitely too rough but he knows how to appreciate the sweet tang of the gum on his tongue or how soft your legs look leading up into your skirt as he follows behind you. He slips through the door of your department's storage room without you noticing and he thinks the little yelp you make when you finally notice is sweet too. "Oh. Hi Kazu.. I didn't notice you there.", you say with a nervous chuckle. "I'm just getting some mats for the clinicals later. Did you want some too?", you say, finally turning to look at him and realizing he's much closer than he was before. He waits a beat before answering, popping a bubble as he lets the uneasy feeling in the air thicken. "Nah.", he chuckles, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to rest in the bird's nest he calls hair. "I actually came here to see you." He says, dropping down to "look" at the dumbbells on the floor next to your feet, picking one up to really sell it. "Oh really? Did you need something?.." you say trying to hold your ground even with the wavering of your voice. Even though you managed to make it seem like you held your composure before, you can't help but jump when one of his hands comes up to smooth down your calf. "You know you're really suited to kinesiology, you've got great legs.", he says, feeling the goosebumps rise where his hands touch. "Oh thanks.. Well I do work on them a lot", you let out a nervous chuckle. "I should- uh probably get going though.. gotta change and stretch before class. It's finals week after all.. busy busy busy" You move to step away from him with your mats but he grabs your hand as he stands up. "Kazuya.. this isn't the time", you warn him with annoyance ringing in your voice. "Well it doesn't seem like you make much time for anything.", he says, pulling your hips back into his. He bends down and his breath on your ear makes you shiver with an entirely different feeling. "All this stress can't be good for you. Why don't you let me help you destress", he says punctuating the last word with a bite at your ear. "I- I don't think this is an appropriate place for this, Kazu..", you manage to get out as his hands play with the waistband of your skirt. "Sure it is." He says, releasing your waistband with a pop. "The door locks for a reason.. do you want me to lock the door and then you can sit on that desk and let me between those pretty legs?", he pulls your chin to the side so you can look at him. You want to say yes, you know it, he knows it and who could blame you? Finals week was stressful and maybe an orgasm actually would help you focus better. But even still, agreeing to this is so far out of your comfort zone that your words seem to fail you so the shy nod you give him will have to suffice. In one fail swoop he locks the door and hoists you onto the desk with his lips on yours. He pulls back to stick his gum under the desk like the delinquent he is. You finally allow his tongue access into your mouth when you feel his hands dive under your skirt and wasting no time, he grabs at the waistline of your panties and pulls them down. He doesn't break the kiss as he pockets them or as he slides his finger between your folds; not even when you're barely kissing him back panting into his mouth at the ministrations his now wet fingers are making on your clit. No, the only time he breaks the kiss is to get to his knees and breathe between kisses to those thighs he likes so much, "fuck, baby. I been wanting to taste you all semester. Keep these pretty legs on my shoulders yea?", he says, eyes fixated on the place he's been thinking about since he saw you enter this room. "Lemme get my fill, hmm?" It, of course, is a rhetorical question because before you can even try to respond your words are replaced by a squeak as his tongue licks a long strip up your slit. You moan in unison as he keeps going; licking up all the slick he can find and causing more and more to leak out as his lips suction around your clit. You know you've gotta be quiet but it's incredibly hard when his tongue is delving into your hole at a pace that places stars in your sight. Hara pulls away for a breath but is quick to replace his tongue with his fingers curling up and into you, your legs threaten to snap around his head when his tongue starts to flick against your clit at the same time but he holds them open with his other hand wrapping around your thigh. You're mumbling behind your hand and though he'd love to hear your uninhibited moans he doesn't need to hear your encouragement when your pussy is leaking all over his hands, mouth and chin. Hara has a reputation for being hard & rough but he sure does love to indulge in the softness & sweetness of you.

Kentarō Seto likes intelligent girls: Like Makoto, Seto isn't exactly known for his work ethic. He spends much more time sleeping than working toward any particular goal. All that considered, Seto doesn't mind working toward one goal. Turning smart, know it all girls like yourself into sniveling, cockhungry, brainless whores is always worth the effort to him. It explains why he is so beside himself to have you, dean's list student; president of several clubs; librarians know you by name, you with your eyes rolling into the back of your head, drooling as you fuck yourself on his thick cock. He can't help but let out a chuckle as his hands squeeze your tits as they bounce atop your tank that's been pulled down, too impatient to take the shirt off or go without seeing your full breasts move with every bounce of your hips. It's hard to believe that after getting you as a lab partner and a little bit of convincing he can see one of the smartest girls he knows go absolutely brainless on his cock. A chant of his name starts to fall from your lips and he's finally pulled from his thoughts. "Yes, princess? What is it?" "Wanna cum.. Ken needa cum.. please" you whine, hips chasing your high faster and faster. "You wanna cum? Can't you do it yourself? Hm? Make yourself cum, baby girl", he says, hands steadying your hips so all you can do is barely grind. It feels good but it's not nearly enough as your close orgasm starts to fade. "Mm mm, Ken need you.. Pleaase, daddy? Please help?", you beg through tearful eyes. He chuckles. "Remember, sweet girl," he sits up so his back is against the headboard and his face is more level with yours as he grabs the back of your neck to focus his eyes on your teary ones, "no matter how smart you are you'll never know how to make yourself cum like I do. Understood?" "Yes! Yes daddy! Please ju- oh. my-" your eyes begin to roll again as he plants his feet and drives into you one hand on your shoulder to pull you further onto his cock, hitting that spot in you that has you seeing stars. Your clit being rubbed so hard and fast against his pubes is the final straw as you squirt all over his thighs and abs. Your body is still spasming when he drops you unceremoniously against his mattress after helping to ride out your high. Seto is a lazy man but seeing academically decorated girls as piles of sweat, tears, drool & cum, with not a single thought in those typically full heads on his bed is always worth the effort in his eyes.

Hiroshi Yamazaki likes cheerful girls: Hiroshi isn't the happiest of guys. He's not full of energy, he's got a mean case of RBF and his vocabulary is made up of 85% curse words. This is probably why people are surprised that he snagged you. Beautiful, vivacious, sunshine-in-human form you. You're the sunshine to his constant thunderstorms. With the scowl he almost always seems to be wearing, no one else would be able to tell it, but you make him happy. Despite his angry disposition, Hiroshi actually had a preference for girls like you. The kind whose smile can put even the meanest ogre at ease, the ones who's cheery aura guaranteed strangers were just friends she hadn't met yet. Hiroshi likes girls like you, he's found y'all are just so damn eager to please. It would take so much more convincing for any other girl to end up in this position, but not you. Oh no, you're his little happy pill, always ready to spread joy the way your legs are spread over his lap as his old high school friends look on. Some too entranced to move, some slowly stroking their cocks as your boyfriend plays with your dripping pussy in front of the audience. "Didn’t know she was this sensitive, Yama.. She's soaked and you've barely touched her.", says Hara, palming at himself as he watches you squirm in your boyfriend's embrace. "Well you do like an audience don't you, pretty girl?" Your lips are caught between your teeth and your breath is caught in your throat as he begins circling your clit, slowly with enough pressure to ensure that all you can muster is a nod. "Mmhmm that's my girl. Go head and play with these beautiful tits for me, yeah?" He says, pulling your dress down for your tits to spill out. There's a groan from the boys as you let out a breathy moan when you begin twisting and pulling your nipples. "She makes such hot sounds, fuck," Seto says as his hand slowly glides up and down his leaky cock. You turn your head into Hiroshi's neck in embarrassment when you finally clue in to the wet squelching of Hiroshi’s fingers playing with your pussy. You're impossibly wet at this point, no doubt making a mess of his pants and the couch below you. "Look. She’s practically dripping, '' Makoto laughs. He pauses a beat. "Wait, does she squirt?", he says, stilling his hand on the bulge in his sweats. "Do you, baby? Go on.. answer him.", Hiroshi asks. Suddenly the attention is a bit much so you close your eyes instead of speaking. A slap to your clit jolts you up and the tone that follows is much more stern. "Answer him." "Ah, yes! Can I show them, please please?", you squeal out as Hiroshi's fingers make their way back into your pussy. "You read my mind, beautiful. Give the boys a show, huh?", Hiroshi says as his fingers speed up their dragging along your walls. Hiroshi liked girls like you, you always took what he gave you without complaining and as you shake with your eyes rolling back while your juices spray on to the couch and the floor, he thinks that smile you're always wearing is rubbing off on him.

+ Shōgo Haizaki likes erotic girls: There's a stereotype that boys with bad reps tend to go for girls with good ones, but that's simply not how Shogo rolls. He couldn't take anymore self-righteousness; he'd had enough of that with his teams back in school. No, Shogo Haizaki likes girls who know what it's like to have people side eye you in the hall, who avoid you because they've "heard about people like you". Shogo thinks that's bullshit, there's not really anybody like him and surely nobody like you. His gorgeous, sexy, confident girlfriend. Yall are one of a kind, a queen fit for a king like him. That's probably why, he thinks, that your couple's camming page blew up. “Hello hello everyone! It’s so good to see you! Welcome back to our page!”, you say, smiling and rubbing at Shogo’s neck as he sits behind you kissing your neck and playing with your tits. “I have a very special surprise for you all! Mr and I got a new toy! Should we show them, babe?”, you say flirting with the camera only to look back into Shogo’s eyes with a genuine excitement for his answer. “We better! I spent all that money on that shit.” he says matter of factly, going back to leaving marks on your neck. “It’s not about the money, babe! It's about the experience!”, you continue with a giggle. “Ok 300 coins and we’ll get started!” Of course, your loyal fans reach the goal in seconds. “Damn they’re excited to see us toy with this, huh?,” you said flirting with the camera with your eyes as your lips press against your boyfriend’s. Shogo only mutters an “mhmm” as he kisses down your neck to your shoulders. “Well”, you say, grabbing the toy from behind your boyfriend, “let’s not keep them waiting.”, you say, biting your lip and turning on the toy. Shogo climbs on top of you, kissing you passionately and pushing your arms up. You smile through the kiss as he grabs the toy. You moan through a smile as he runs the toy over your nipples. Shogo bites at your lip and his kisses trail down as the toy does. As his lips suck marks into your neck, your hands tangle in his hair and the toy sends jolts to your clothed clit. You lift your head to look into his eyes when his lips wrap around your pert nipple and even with his mouth occupied you can make out an impish smile but before you can figure out the reason the vibrator grows stronger. “You fucker,” you say through a half moan, half giggle. He pops off your nipple with a smile still applying pressure to your clit. “What’s that, baby? You want me to turn it up? ManiacMak commented that`I should..”, he says, having far too much fun. “I can tak- ohh fuck”, your head falls back as your legs threaten to close, orgasm approaching far too soon. “You were gonna say you can take it huh?”, he says laughing. You manage to weakly nod your head trying your best to stave off the orgasm coming at you like a bullet train. “I- I ca-ha I can” “Mhmm baby. I know you can. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your fans right?” Shogo says pushing your panties to the side to place the toy directly on your clit. You’re pretty much putty now but its not until he uses his other hand to plunge his middle and ring fingers into you quick and hard that the orgasm finally catches up to you, crashing into you so hard a yelp escapes you and your legs lock up before they’re shaking uncontrollably. He helps you ride out your high before crashing his lips to yours and throwing the toy to the bed. All you can hear is your shaky breaths, the smack of you two’s lips and the ping of more coins. Many more coins. Shogo breaks the kiss to smile down at you, talking to the camera but looking directly into your lidded eyes. “Hey sweets.. that was kind of a quick show. I think I owe you another orgasm.. or 3” Your beauty really shines through in these moments where you’re panting, legs still having small trembles and still find the gall to look into the camera; smile that sexy smile he fell in love with and breathe out “Only 3? That all you got, pretty boy?” Oh Shogo Haizaki is sure there’s nobody like you and so are your fans.

+ Shoichi Imayoshi likes kikubari girls: Imayoshi comes from a kind people. He was raised in a neighborhood where people took care of others and that’s just what he’s used to. He’s used to smelling the dinner of her husband’s favorites often being cooked by the granny next door. Used to the mom across the street already waiting outside with whatever item whichever of her children forgot before they even knew to turn around and grab it. Shoichi was used to this and was looking forward to having a caring, attentive woman like that in his own life one day. He didn’t realize, however, until he finally found that woman in you; how far the attentiveness of these types goes. It’s glaringly apparent to him now as you're on your knees in front of him for his favorite after work activity ,which of course you’re kind enough to indulge him in whenever he asks. Your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick shaft pushing as much as you can into your mouth while a hand massages at his balls. He lets his head bob back and lets himself get lost in the sound of your gagging and the feel as his dick goes impossibly far down your throat. He only looks down to check on you to see if you can still breathe after he feels your throat begin to close a little around his cock. “Ah ah hold it a little longer, my darling. Juuust a little. Bit.”, he says, holding your head down letting out a prolonged groan that only served to make you wetter. “There we go '' he says breathily letting you go after a few thrusts even further down your throat. You sputter and wipe the spit and precum from your chin with the back of your hand. Not that there’s much still there, most has already dripped down your chin onto your tits and the only thing covering them, the apron you just cooked a homemade meal for him in. He tilts your chin up to him and smiles that stealthy smile you still, after years together, sometimes can’t make heads or tails of. “Can you still continue, sweetheart?”, he says, wiping his thumb across your bottom lip, slipping it in your mouth for you to suck on for a bit. “Do you need me to be more gentle with you? Hm?” “No, my love”, you say smiling up at him while stroking his cock in the twisting motions you’ve learned he loves. “I just want to please you. You can use me however you need.” Shoichi smiles as you take him in your mouth again and allow him to fuck your face to his content as your hands play at his balls. The smile only fades as he gets closer to his orgasm and it makes way into a sort of grimace as he focuses on the feel of your throat and the look of complete subservience he sees on your face and he knows he can’t hold it any longer. Imayoshi knew he wanted an attentive, caring woman; he just didn’t realize what exactly that meant behind closed doors. Now, however, as you stroke the last of the cum out and look up at him with his cum all over your face and pure devotion to him in your eyes; he’s thinking “wanted” was an understatement, he couldn’t live without this.

#knb smut #kuroko's basketball smut #kuroko no basuke smut #kirisaki daiichi #makoto hanamiya #kojiro furuhashi #kazuya hara #kentaro seto #hiroshi yamazaki #shogo haizaki #imayoshi shoichi

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Omg omg Ryo, that’s not a request but like, I’m literally so thirsty for some smut with dilf coach Harasawa - GOD THIS MAN IS SO HOT WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE THIS FINE?

Imagine some sports reporter writing a piece about Too Academy rapid growth to national level and in the end getting steamy with our dilf… 🛐

Harasawa’s so fine I had to write this. It’s a long one asw but I had to for my fav dilf coach <33

Scenario: Harasawa Katsunori getting with fem!sports reporter! reader (nsfw)

Harasawa Katsunori was at his limit. There were certainly ups and downs that come with being a coach for a national-level high school team, but today was definitely one of the downs. Nothing was going right at today’s training. At first, he managed to lose the training schedule for that day, and realised it only five minutes before it started. So of course, training was delayed for about ten minutes as he and Momoi looked for the damn thing.

When they finally found it in one of his desk drawers (he did not remember putting it there), they could at last begin the practice. But when they got back to the court from his office, he was happy to find that the team was warming themselves up with a few practice shots— all of them except Aomine.

“Where the hell is Aomine?” Harasawa’s agitated voice echoed the gym as he asked no one in particular. Everyone stopped what they were doing out of sheer fear as they looked around with clueless shrugs. It was rare to see Harasawa in such a state, he was often calm and collected, so this shift filled the gym with tension.

“Haven’t seen him at all, Coach,” Imayoshi answered for everyone.

Harasawa sighed and looked over at Momoi, “Any idea?”

She shook her head no. “I’ll try looking for him.”

“Thank you, Momoi. Let him know he’s on cleanup duty after practice whenever you do drag him over,” Harasawa said sternly as he stepped on the court to try and get on with his training. “You’d think there would be at least some level of discipline two weeks before the Winter Cup…” he muttered in annoyance.

He carried on with his training schedule for the day, trying to calm himself down with some sort of normalcy, but it seemed like the universe was against him today. The team was forgetting the simplest drills and missing shots they could normally make with their eyes closed. And Sakurai’s constant apologising wasn’t making him feel any less frustrated. And when he finally got them to play somewhat better, Aomine strolled into the gym fifteen minutes late, souring his mood all over again.

“Did Momoi tell you you’re cleaning today?” he asked as soon as he laid eyes on him.

Aomine just nodded his head in response, seemingly afraid to say anything. Momoi must have told him about the nasty mood as well.

“I have half a mind to bench you for the first game against Kaijo if you keep this up,” Harasawa said sternly, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up.

“My bad, Coach. Won’t happen again,” Aomine said almost immediately. It was rare to see Aomine put down his pride and apologise like this but everyone knew he would hate to miss a match against anyone in the Miracles.

The addition of Aomine to the training disrupted the flow they were beginning to get into. While Aomine’s shots and movements were perfect as usual, the team just wasn’t coordinated at all. About an hour later, Harasawa had just accepted that today just wasn’t a day where he could implement any new tactics. It was just a day to improve their skills and eliminate errors so the training plan for today was just rendered useless.

Harasawa split them into teams and had them play a practice game amongst themselves, watching over them for a bit before heading over to the bench to sit down next to Momoi with an exhausted sigh.

“It’s just an off day, they’ll be better tomorrow,” Momoi said reassuringly.

“I certainly hope so,” Harasawa replied dejectedly, taking a sip out of his coffee cup.

Just then, one of the doors to the gym creaked open, with you entering dressed in a neat white blazer, black slacks and dainty black pumps. Harasawa’s attention was immediately turned to you. He had completely forgotten about the visit you had scheduled for your article about the team. As you approached the bench, Harasawa and Momoi both stood up to greet you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, the sports reporter for Tokyo Basketball Weekly,” you smiled politely, holding your hand out for Harasawa to shake.

Your hand was soft against Harasawa’s calloused palms. He felt like he needed to be careful not to accidentally crush your fingers given his awful mood. “Harasawa Katsunori,” he introduced curtly.

“Hi I’m Momoi Satsuki, the team’s manager,” Momoi said as she shook your hand.

Based off of introductions alone, you sensed that Harasawa was as cold as his appearance would make him out to seem. It wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with non-chatty interviewees though, so you didn’t think too much of it.

“Before we get into anything, do you mind if I just took a few photos of the team practicing?” you asked holding onto the camera that hung around your neck.

“Of course, go ahead,” Momoi nodded, Harasawa just humming in approval.

The two of them watched as you moved closer to the court to try and get a few pictures. “I completely forgot she was coming today. I don’t know why I even tried to have a proper training— just distraction after distraction,” Harasawa mumbled to Momoi once you were out of earshot. However his dark blue eyes never stopped following your every move. Something about you was very interesting to him, he’d like to think of himself as a man who cares about more than just looks, so he’d convinced himself it was your demeanour. But you had only really uttered two sentences, so that was a bit of a stretch.

You began to make your way back over to the bench, content with the photos you had gotten so far. “I don’t want to interrupt their training, but I’d like to have a few words with the team— namely the captain and the ace, Aomine,” you informed both Harasawa and Momoi.

“That’s okay. You can speak to them. They’re supposed to have a water break now anyways,” Harasawa said, standing up and blowing the whistle to grab everyone’s attention. “Everyone, grab some water. You’ve got ten minutes to rest and then you’re back on it,” he announced before looking over to you, straight-faced. “Is ten minutes enough?”

“Sounds good,” you nodded with a smile. You were too intimidated to budge for more.

“Imayoshi, Aomine, grab your bottles and come over here. This reporter wants to interview you,” Harasawa called out, everyone’s eyes now turning to you as you gave them an awkward wave.

You began to ask them the questions you had prepared earlier, using your phone to get their voices recorded for later and jotting down notes as well. You were aware that Harasawa was listening in on this interview, which you didn’t really mind other than the fact that you could feel his eyes staring into your soul.

Once you had gotten what you needed, you switched the recording off and gave Imayoshi and Aomine a polite smile. “Right that should be about it then, thank you so much, and good luck for the Winter Cup,” you said, the two of them heading back onto the court to continue the rest of their training like they were instructed.

You turned to Momoi, “Could I have a few words with you as well please? I’ve heard you’re quite an important part of this team.”

Momoi immediately got flustered, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Me?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her sudden nervousness. “Yes, of course you. I need to interview you too, Mr Harasawa. Do you mind if I get to you once I’m done with Momoi?”

Harasawa gave you a small nod, “Go ahead.”

You chatted with Momoi for a bit, going through the questions in your notepad but also just generally having a casual conversation. She was an interesting one, and she definitely knew how to keep a conversation going so you did get quite carried away with her interview in terms of time. Eventually you did realise you had been speaking to her for about twenty whole minutes according to the recording on your phone and you instantly panicked.

“Oh we’ve been talking for a bit too long now,” you said frantically as you looked over at Harasawa. “Do you mind if I keep you here a bit longer, Mr Harasawa? I completely lost track of time.”

“I really don’t want to stay here longer than I need to today,” Harasawa let out an exhausted sigh. “Why don’t we just do this over a couple of drinks somewhere else?”

You checked the time on your watch. It was almost 7 pm and a nice hot tea didn’t sound all that bad. Besides, there was something about Harasawa that you couldn’t say no to. “Are you sure? I can try and wrap it up quickly—“

“Yes I’m sure. You don’t need to rush yourself,” Harasawa said, his tone still agitated even though he was trying to be polite.

“Alright. Where would you like to meet up? I can catch a train or something—“

“A train? Don’t be silly. I’ll drive us there. Let me just grab my coat from my office,” he cut you off once more. He began to walk off, instructing the team to begin packing up as he did so. “And no one help Aomine with the cleanup! It’s all on him today!” Harasawa called out before stepping out through the gym doors.

You watched as Aomine groaned in despair while Wakamatsu began to laugh at him, Aomine shooting him a dirty glare as he did so.

“Right come on, Y/N, let’s go,” Harasawa said when he popped in with his coat a few minutes later. “Momoi, make sure Aomine tidies up properly. If he doesn’t, it’s laps tomorrow,” he said, making sure he was loud enough with the last part so Aomine could hear.

“Yes Coach,” Momoi nodded before looking over at you with a smile. “Nice meeting you, Y/N!”

You waved her goodbye and stepped out with Harasawa, walking over to the parking lot in silence. You don’t know what it was, but you were afraid to say the wrong thing in front of him. Maybe it was his cold gaze? Or the fact that he was 6’2 and towered above you?

“Sorry for taking up so much of your time,” you said, shutting the passenger-side door as he started the engine.

“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s either this or go home to a box of leftovers,” Harasawa said, earning a small giggle from you.

The drive wasn’t too long, but almost no words were exchanged and that made it feel like an eternity. You pretended to go over your notes out of sheer awkwardness as the music from the radio filled the car. You could’ve just asked him the interview questions, but that would leave you with nothing to say when you actually got to the place. Sometimes Harasawa would hum along to the song, which you did find quite endearing given his cold demeanour.

Once he parked the car, you stepped out, pulling your blazer tighter to fight the cold air. You followed Harasawa as he stepped into a warm, intimate pub. It was at this point that the difference in your ages was apparent— this wasn’t what you thought of when he said ‘drinks’. Harasawa walked over to the bar, “Could I get a whiskey neat please?”

“Of course Mr Harasawa. And for the lady?” the bartender asked, both of them looking over at you.

“Um, I’ll get an espresso martini please,” you replied, saying the first drink that popped into your head.

“Coming right up,” the bartender nodded as he got to work.

“Do you come here often?” you questioned as you took in your surroundings. It certainly was a nice place: dim lighting, cute posters and wall decor, rustic furniture.

“Yeah, I live across the street. I’m here every now and again,” he shrugged. “Well actually, I’m here whenever the team drives me up the walls— so yeah, often.”

You giggled in response and a faint smile appeared on his face. The smile definitely brightened up his appearance tenfold. “Well, that’s how it is with teenagers,” you chuckled. “Surely they’re not too bad?”

“They’re an interesting little group. I’d hate to give it to them, but they do have a special little place in my heart,” Harasawa said, the look in his eyes getting softer as he thought about it.

You had to hold back an ‘aww’ in response. You certainly did not peg him for a sentimental type. Moreover, you didn’t peg him to have any emotions at all. “That’s quite sweet actually. I might have to add that you’re a softy in that article,” you joked.

“Please don’t. I wouldn’t hear the end of it if you do,” Harasawa chuckled. The bartender handed you your drinks and the two of you thanked him, Harasawa instructing him to keep a tab open as the two of you took a seat in one of the booths.

Harasawa took his coat off, setting it on his seat before taking a sip of his whiskey. He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back, seeming to have finally relaxed. “Okay, I’m ready for your interview now.”

“Perfect,” you beamed as you took out your notepad and phone, hitting the record button before asking the first question. The interview went on for a while, Harasawa’s mood seemingly lightening as it went on— perhaps it was the whiskey. Either way, you did begin to grow more comfortable talking to him when he began to throw in some sarcastic comments here and there, making you giggle every time.

Harasawa took a break to order you two a second round of drinks at the bar and you took the time to organise your notes as he did so.

“Here you go,” he said, placing another espresso martini in front of you and taking a sip of his whiskey before sitting back down.

“You know what? I think we’re almost done,” you informed him as you double checked your notes.

“Well that’s good, today’s been absolutely exhausting,” he sighed, brushing the dark curls out of his face as he leaned back in his seat.

“Just one question: are there any teams you’re looking out for in the Winter Cup?” you asked.

“Hm, obviously we’re trying to take it one game at a time, but I think all the teams with the Miracles are certainly worth noting. In particular, Rakuzan— they’re quite a formidable team, I think we’re focused on getting to a position where we can challenge them. Seirin is also always a wildcard, I don’t think anyone in the tournament is underestimating them after last year, so that game should also be quite interesting,” he answered.

“Yeah that’s true, I think Seirin has been a popular answer to that question. They’re definitely a strong team,” you replied, a silence filling the air for a moment as you scribbled notes down before stopping the recording. You let out a sigh, “There we go, all done. Thank you again for taking the extra time to do this.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s nice chatting to someone other than the bartender here,” Harasawa said, not shying away from making eye contact with you.

“Well I don’t want to take up any more of your time, I’m sure your wife must be waiting on you,” you said, taking a big swig of your drink to try and finish it faster.

“There’s no need to rush. And there’s no wife to worry about. You don’t need to chug your drink,” Harasawa chuckled, admiring your concern. You were far too polite, it was almost cute.

Finding out that he was single shouldn’t have excited you. Especially since he was about a decade older than you and someone that was in your field of work. “No wife? That’s a bit of a surprise,” you replied without thinking.

“A surprise? How so?” Harasawa questioned, a smug look taking over his face as he watched you panic in search of the right words to answer with.

“Well, um, I mean, I just didn’t think someone with your looks was single, you know?” you said, avoiding all eye contact as colour rose in your cheeks.

Harasawa grinned widely as he took another sip of his drink, each moment of his silence killing you more and more. “I’m flattered,” he said simply, basking in your embarrassment almost like it was a power trip. “I just haven’t quite had the time to invest in a relationship,” he shrugged.

“Ah right I get that. You know, I got out of a relationship recently. He was way too immature even though we were the same age. He wanted me to focus on my work less so I had to call it quits,” you rambled as you tried to move away from the fact that you called him attractive, except you were now just digging a deeper hole for yourself.

You had Harasawa’s full attention, for better or for worse because your brain was in panic mode. The dark haired man loosened the tie around his neck, noticing you take a nervous gulp as you watched him do so. He didn’t show it, but he was quite pleased to know that you were single too. Maybe it was the drinks, but he finally admitted to himself that it wasn’t just your demeanour that made you attractive— he loved how nervous you were with him. For someone whose job is talking to people, you certainly seemed to be a rambling mess at this moment.

“Too immature, huh?” Harasawa repeated your words. It was almost like you were throwing yourself at him. “Well, someone as beautiful as you deserves to be treated right, so that’s probably for the best,” he said, observing as you grew more and more flustered.

“Stop, you’re too kind,” you giggled nervously. You did your best at avoiding eye contact with him even though you could feel his gaze piercing through you. You took note of his dress shirt. It fit him awfully well. The fabric laid loose on his torso, save for his chest, but hugged his shoulders and biceps perfectly snug. Your eyes trailed down to his toned forearms that were on display, your mind unable to stop itself from picturing what his body looked like underneath all that.

And it wasn’t like Harasawa didn’t notice you looking at him like that. You were practically undressing him with your eyes. Surely you weren’t that much of a lightweight? He checked the time on his watch. It was quite late; the pub was going to close sometime soon. “Do you live around here, Y/N?” he asked, finally changing the topic.

“No, I think I’m a few train stations away. Might have to catch one to get back,” you replied, emptying your glass.

“I think this place is closing soon. You’re welcome to come over to mine to sober up a bit. I can drive you back home after,” Harasawa offered. While the main concern was your safety, he did also want to be with you in a more private space, just to test the waters.

“I really don’t want to impose. I’ve already taken up too much of your time,” you refused politely. You were in a state where you couldn’t trust your own judgement— you had half a mind to rip his shirt off right there, who knows what nonsense would spill out of your mouth when you were in a room alone with him.

“I insist. I haven’t had much to drink, it won’t take too long for me to sober up to safety,” he said as he began to put his coat back on, almost as if he knew that you would say yes— not like he was taking no for an answer anyways.

You sighed. It’s not like you were exactly opposed to the situation, you just didn’t know what you’d do. But you also knew better than to argue with Harasawa, knowing the kind of mood he was in earlier today. You tried to get him to let you pay for the drinks, but he wouldn’t even let you do that. As much as you appreciated how much of a gentleman he was, he was certainly a stubborn one.

The two of you left the pub and walked across the street, entering his apartment complex and taking the elevator up to the top floor. When you entered his apartment, you were rather impressed by how spacious it was— especially for Tokyo. Moreover, it was extremely well kept, practically spotless. The decor was rather minimalistic, it certainly was missing a woman’s touch, but it was nice nonetheless.

“Oh wow, this is such a nice place,” you said, taking your shoes off and walking into the living room.

“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a glass of water or anything?” Harasawa offered, hanging his coat on the rack by the door.

“A glass of water would be great,” you replied, taking a seat on the dark leather couch.

Harasawa joined you on the couch a minute later, handing you your glass of water as he took a sip out of a glass of his own.

“So how long have you been working at this magazine?” Harasawa asked, interested to know more about you now.

“Well, I got this job immediately after I graduated university and that was about a year ago, I think,” you replied, trying to think back to the exact date.

“You graduated a year ago? So you’re what? 22? 23?”

You nodded, “23.”

You giggled at Harasawa’s baffled expression. “You’re making me feel like a dinosaur.”

“Cut it out, you look like you’re my age,” you laughed, playfully hitting his arm.

“I am well over your age I’ll tell you that for sure,” he said, setting his empty glass down on the coffee table.

“If I saw you at a bar, and I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, I’d probably even ask you out,” you said without thinking yet again.

“You’ve been awfully bold today, Y/N,” Harasawa chuckled, enjoying how red your face was getting. “I admire the confidence.”

You struggled to find words to respond with. It hadn’t occurred to you how close the two of you were sitting until now. You could smell his strong cologne, the scent somehow drawing you closer to him as you met his deep blue eyes. You saw them dart down to your lips and an overwhelming need to know what he tasted like took over your body.

Almost like he sensed it, Harasawa gently placed a warm hand on your cheek, leaning in to close the gap between your lips. His touch was delicate at first. His movements were deliberate as his tongue slowly slipped into your mouth. You normally hated the taste of whiskey, but the hints of it that were leftover from the pub had you savouring it on his tongue.

You felt a hand slowly trail down your body, eventually gripping your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Your arms instinctively snaked its way to his back, not being shy about having a feel for his firm muscles. Harasawa began to take over the control, his lips getting a little more aggressive as he guided your body down so your back was on the sofa. Without losing contact with your lips, he slid your blazer off, one hand finding its way under your shirt, cupping a breast and giving it a squeeze. You let out a small moan into the kiss and you could feel him smirk against you.

The dark haired man felt you grind against the knee he had between your legs, desperate for some kind of friction. He already had you wrapped around his finger. His lips began to move lower, leaving soft kisses on your neck, your heavy breaths making him ache for more of you. He pulled away for a moment, admiring how pretty you looked underneath him. You were exactly what he needed today.

Harasawa leaned in close to your ear, “How about we continue this in my bedroom?” he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe as he waited for an answer.

“Yes please,” you breathed out almost instantly.

Harasawa took that as his cue to pick you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as you straddled him, leaning in to meet his soft lips once again. He was gentle with the way he set you down on his bed, helping you take your top off and undoing your bra with just one hand. The act alone was enough of an indicator to how experienced this man was. You watched intently as he undid his tie, letting it hang on his neck as he began to unbutton his shirt. He took his time with this, he knew you were enjoying the show. You were so fixated on his movements that you couldn’t even tell he was watching you drool over his body. You couldn’t be blamed for it, as you expected, underneath the shirt was the body of what you could only describe as a Greek god’s. His shoulders were broad and you had never seen collarbones as well defined as his were. As your eyes trailed further south, you noticed a bit of his dark chest hair, another brutal reminder of how much older he was. And you swore you could lick a whole meal clean off his abs.

Harasawa hovered over your chest for a moment before leaving light kisses all over. Eventually taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as a hand began to unbutton your pants. You didn’t even know what to focus on anymore as you felt his hand trace over your panties, earning ragged breaths from you as your hands gripped onto his hair. He couldn’t help but smirk at the feel of the wet fabric as he pulled away from your breast and looked down into your eyes, “Already soaked? You flatter me a bit too much, Y/N,” he said softly, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine.

Harasawa slipped your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. Taking a moment to admire your exposed body before he shuffled down, holding your legs open with either arm as he took a slow lick in between, earning a loud gasp from you.

He slowly began to work his tongue in between your legs, absolutely devouring your taste as teased your entrance. The grip you had on his hair was tighter than ever and the soft moans that escaped your lips was more than enough incentive for him to keep going. He soon brought his fingers into the mix, taking a moment to trace your skin before pushing a finger into you. Harasawa looked up at your heaving chest with contempt, his pants getting tighter with every sound you make. He soon added a second finger, slowly fucking you with them. The mere thought of having you wrap around his length when you’re this tight and dripping was enough to make him groan.

He slipped his fingers out of you, gaining a whine from you for the loss of contact. Harasawa quickly undid his belt, pulling his underwear and pants down just enough to relieve his throbbing member. You perked up at the sight of it, you were now sure he was sent straight from the Gods because on top of his gorgeous body, he also had a cock that was a size that could absolutely ruin you. You sat up and leaned over, your tongue kitten-licking his tip as your hand reached to wrap around his base.

Harasawa’s dark eyes looked down at you in pleasure. He didn’t even have to ask you to do this. He groaned as you licked up and down his length, teasing him before you wrapped your lips around him, bobbing your head as you tried to take more and more of him in. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to get it out of your face.

He eventually hit the back of your throat, impressed by your lack of struggle as he slowly rolled his hips back and forth. Your mouth was absolutely divine. If he wanted to, he could easily finish with your throat alone. But he had to sustain himself, with the long day he’s had, he needed much more than this to relieve himself.

He slowly pulled your head away from him, watching as you caught your breath, a trail of spit stringing to your lips. “Look at you. What an absolute mess you are already,” he smirked, staring as you wiped the drool off your chin with the back of your hand. It was no use though, you knew that your mascara was smudged and the drool had dripped down to your chest— you just had to accept the state you were in.

Harasawa flipped you over, your ass pointed in the air towards him as your hands held your weight up. You couldn’t help but look back, watching as he lined his length up with your hole. You felt him brush against your entrance, sliding the length of it along your wetness. You moaned in anticipation, aching to feel him inside of you, but all he kept doing was tease you. “Please,” you begged, pushing your ass up further in search of some kind of relief.

“For someone so polite, you’re rather impatient, Y/N,” Harasawa said simply. He was aching to feel you around him just as much, but there was something so exquisite about watching you squirm with desperation that made his cock twitch.

“I need you so bad, Mr Harasawa,” you pleaded.

You were quickly given exactly what you were asking for upon the words leaving your lips. Harasawa shoving himself into you in one swift motion, eliciting a scream of pleasure from you. He couldn’t resist when you asked him like that. He stilled his hips for a moment when he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust to his size so that the pain would subside. A few seconds later, he couldn’t control himself any longer, he had to move. He began to roll his hips back and forth slowly, his body brimming with pleasure with how tightly you wrapped around him.

The sound of your sinful moans paired with the sloppy sound of your wet hole filled the room as Harasawa began to pick up his pace. You still hadn’t fully adjusted to the sheer size of him, but the feel of him stretching you open like this was absolutely heavenly. You felt his big hands grip onto your waist, holding you still as he fucked your hole, each thrust hitting a spot that was so deep that you didn’t even think it was possible.

Your arms quickly gave out under you, your face burying itself into the mattress as each hand grabbed a fistful of the bedsheets, trying to brace yourself for Harasawa’s relentless pounding. He slowed his thrusts down for a moment as he took a hold of your hands, bringing them behind your back as you felt him bind them in place with a fabric. Upon looking back, you realised he’d tied your hands together with his tie. The inability to grip onto the bedsheets somehow enhanced the sensation tenfold, feeling him drag in and out of your walls, filling you up like you’ve never been before.

“What a good little girl, taking me so well,” Harasawa grinned as he smacked your ass, earning a yelp from you, his deep voice bringing you closer to your edge. The pent up frustration was showing in his movements, each thrust harder than the last.

The dark haired man could feel you trembling underneath him— you were close. If your shaky legs weren’t enough of an indication, he felt your walls begin to clench around him, your pussy somehow feeling even more irresistible than before.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” the words came as a surprise to you. How’d he know you were close? All you’d been doing so far was moaning like a fucking mess. Nevertheless you gave into his instructions, your orgasm hitting you harder than it has ever before, rendering your body completely weak as it washed over you.

Harasawa gripped onto your waist tighter, trying to hold your limp body up as he chased his own high. Your orgasm had you sopping wet— even more so before, and the older man was savouring every moment of it. The squelches, the helpless little moans, the view of your gorgeous body in front of him; presenting itself as a vessel to be used to relieve his frustrations— you were absolutely perfect.

He felt himself near his climax, his movements becoming sloppier as his breathing became ragged. “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his thrusts increasing in pace, eliciting your overstimulated moans.

“C-cum in me, Mr Harasawa,” you squealed as he bottomed out inside you with a groan, his cock twitching as a warmth began to fill you up.

Harasawa brushed the hair out of his eyes as he slowly pulled out of you, watching you collapse onto the mattress without him supporting your weight. It had been a while since he felt this much pleasure from another person. The sight of your pathetically weak body in front of him filled him with a sense of pride, knowing that he was the one that brought you to such a state.

He pulled his pants back up and flipped you back over, lifting you up to rest your head on a pillow while he cleaned you up. He put your panties back on you before settling down in the bed space next to you. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile, your eyes filled with lust for the older man. “That was amazing, Mr Harasawa,” you said breathlessly as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He let out a light chuckle in response, “You know, I’d normally tell you to just call me Katsunori at this point, but Mr Harasawa just sounds so good coming out of your mouth,” he grinned, fingers tracing over the skin on your chest.

You hummed in satisfaction upon hearing those words. “I look forward to seeing you at the Winter Cup,” you said as if you weren’t still laying naked on his bed.

“Why wait until then? You’re welcome to drop by here any time,” Harasawa said softly, knowing that he could definitely make use of you for the stress building up to the Winter Cup.

A smile took over your face at the invitation, “I might just take you up on that, Mr Harasawa.”

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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.

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➿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.

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Tōō Academy Masterlist - Kuroko no Basuke

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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saenora · 11 months

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Imayoshi Shoichi doesn’t know how to kiss you passionately. he wasn’t made for it, he doesn’t know how to. He has that sly slick smile on his face, before grabbing your chin as he lifts it and roughly pulls you onto him. Your eyes widening at his sudden moves, galloping the little knot down your throat. it hurts to swallow when you’re held like that. He doesn’t need to check your eyes twice, he’s confident you want him. There is no one that would ever compare to way his tongue rolls out, and forces its entrance as he tongues your soul tasting all of you at once.

#YES I WILL WRITE SMUT FOR HIM EVEN THO I SUCK AT IT.#PLUS HE IS SOO HOT #AFTER KOCA SAID ABOUT HIS PORNO STASH HE CANT MAKE LOVE FFS #ITS TRIVIAL AND HE WASNT MADE FOR IT TT #10/10 WOULD ONLY GIVE TONGUE KISSES.. THIS MAN DOESNT KNOW PECKS AND SHIT #HE IS CORNY AND UWUW BUT ONCE HE TATSES YOU THERE IS NO BACKING DOWN #imayoshi #imayoshi shoichi #knb #kuroko no basuke #zen.writes.stuff #INHAD A BREAK INAM LITERALLY SOLVINBG QUARDRATU S #sp.icy

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suvidrache · 8 months

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* Ahiru No Sora - Chiaki, Fuwa, Kaname, Kenji, Momoharu, Shinichi, Tokina, Tokiwa, Yakuma, and Yukinara.

* Black Butler - Claude, Grelle, Sebastian, Undertaker, William (added to the list!)

Bleach - Äs Nödt, Byakuya Kuchiki, Gin Ichimaru, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Isshin Kurosaki, Izuru Kira, Jūshirō Ukitake, Kenpachi Zaraki, Kensei Muguruma, Kisuke Urahara, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Nnoitra Gilga, Renji Abarai, Shinji Hirako, Shūhei Hisagi, Shunsui Kyōraku, Sōsuke Aizen, Szayelaporro Granz, Ulquiorra Cifer, Uryu Ishida, Yasutora Sado, Yumichika Ayasegawa.

☆ Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 - Alejandro, Alex, John, Johnny, König, Phillip, Rodolfo, Simon. *Kyle

Chronicles of Ancient Darkness - Aki, Arrin, Asrif, Bale, Boar Clan Mage, Chelko, Dark, Detlan, Fin-Kedinn, Gaup, Hord, Iakim, Inuktiluk, Juksakai, Krukoslik, Kujai, Kyo, Maheegun, Narrander (The Walker), Orvo, Poi, Raut, Sialot, Tenris, Thiazzi, Thull, Tiu, Tseid, Yolun.

Devil May Cry - Dante, Nero, V, and Vergil.

Final Fantasy - Angeal Hewley, Cloud Strife, Genesis Rhapsodos, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Kadaj, Loz, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Reno Sinclair, Rufus Shinra, Sephiroth, Vincent Valentine, Yazoo, Zack Fair.

* Food Wars! - Akira Hayama, Eishi Tsukasa, Isami Aldini, Satoshi Isshiki, Takumi Aldini, Terunori Kuga.

Grand Theft Auto V - Ron Jakowski, Trevor Philips, and Wade Hebert.

Gone - Albert Hillsborough, Alex Mayle, Antoine, Caine Soren, Charles "Orc" Merriman, Drake Merwin, Edilio Escobar, Elwood Booker, Hunter Lefkowitz, Lance, Tony "Cookie" Gilder, Toto, Turk, Tyler "Bug", Paint, Panda, Quinn Gaither, Roger, Zil Sperry.

Haikyuu - Atsumu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Eita Semi, Kei Tsukishima, Keiji Akaashi, Keishin Ukai, Kenma Kozume, Kōshi Sugawara, Kōtarō Bokuto, Lev Haiba, Osamu Miya, Rintarō Suna, Ryūnosuke Tanaka, Satori Tendō, Shinsuke Kita, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Tetsurō Kuroo, Tobio Kageyama, Tōru Oikawa, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Yū Nishinoya.

☆ Halloween 1978 - Michael Myers

Hellboy - Abraham Sapien and Nuada Silverlance.

Hetalia Axis Powers - America, Australia, Austria, Bulgaria, Canada, China, Cuba, Denmark, England, Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Hong Kong, Italy, Japan, Korea, Kugelmugel, Ladonia, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Molossia, Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Poland, Prussia, Romania, Russia, Seborga, South Italy, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Turkey, Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus.

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* Hunger Games - Darrius, Finnick Odair, Gale Hawthorne, Haymitch

* Hunter x Hunter - Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi

* Jujutsu Kaisen - Choso, Geto, Nanami Kento.

Kuroko No Basket - Atsushi Murasakibara, Chihiro Mayuzumi, Daiki Aomine, Kazunari Takao, Kiyoshi Miyaji, Makoto Hanamiya, Reo Mibuchi, Shinji Koganei, Shintarō Midorima, Shoichi Imayoshi, Taiga Kagami, Tatsuya Himuro, Teppei Kiyoshi, Wei Liu.

Mortal Kombat - Baraka, Bi-Han, Dairou, Erron Black, Fujin, Hanzo Hasashi, Havik, Hotaru, Hsu Hao, Jarek, Johnny Cage, Kabal, Kano, Kenshi, Kobra, Kuai Liang, Kung Lao, Kurtis Stryker, Mavado, Quan Chi, Rain, Reiko, Shang Tsung, Shao Kahn, Taven, Tomas Vrbada. Onaga, Reptile, Goro, Kintaro.

— All Mortal Kombat characters will be written from MK 11 and the past. I will not be writing for the new game. — Smut for animals is *not* allowed

My Hero Academia - Dabi, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinso, Hizashi Yamada, Izuku Midoriya, Kai Chisaki, Katsuki Bakugo, Keigo Takami, Mashirao Ojiro, Mezo Shoji, Mirio Togata, Neito Monoma, Shota Aizawa, Shoto Todoroki, Tamaki Amajiki, Tenya Iida, Tomura Shigaraki.

Naruto - Asuma Sarutobi, Deidara, Gaara, Genma Shiranui, Hashirama Senju, Hidan, Iruka Umino, Itachi Uchiha, Jiraiya, Kabuto Yakushi, Kakashi Hatake, Kakuzu, Kankurō, Kisame Hoshigaki, Kushimaru Kuriarare, Madara Uchiha, Might Guy, Minato Namikaze, Nagato (Pain), Neji Hyūga, Obito Uchiha, Orochimaru, Rock Lee, Sai, Sasori, Shikamaru Nara, Tobi, Tobirama Senju, Yamato, Zetsu.

☆ Nightmare on Elm - Freddy Krueger

* Shatter Me - Brendan, Winston.

Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Alfredo Sawyer, Edward "Tex" Saywer, Robert "Chop Top" Sawyer, and Nubbins Sawyer.

☆ The Boy - Brahms Heelshire

Tokyo Ghoul - Kishou Arima, Nimura Furuta, Renji Yomo, Uta.

Tokyo Revengers - Chifuyu Matsuno, Keisuke Baji, Ken "Draken' Ryuguji, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Mitsuya Takashi, Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata, Ran Haitani, Shuji Hanma, Souya "Angry" Kawata.

* Yuri On Ice - Chris, Otabek, Viktor, Yuri P.

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4kominato · 3 years

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A/N: sooo um... 😬 heheh I added a whole ass section of some NSFW bc... im a h0e oops... also, I changed it up a little and made them be married! bc im a hopeless romantic and honeymoon sex is just so 🥺🤧 i hope that’s okay... and erm, confession... ITS BEEN A HOT SEC SINCE IVE WRITTEN SOME FLUFFY SMUT OK cut me some slack if its sh*tty 🥲 ~kuri

ANNOUNCEMENT: This fic was inspired by -> Pregnant s/o with Imayoshi <- written by the amazing @shoichee !!! Please check out the original head-canons linked above [also includes Akashi and Hayama!], and check out her blog in general for everything KnB! 🏀💙

Pairing: Imayoshi Shoichi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M) ~ SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 6.8k

You still remember it vividly, the day he dropped down on one knee and popped the million dollar question. After dating for years, you’d been patiently anticipating that special day, wondering just how long it’d take for him to finally say the words you longed to hear; you were tempted so many times to just bring the topic up to him, making a mutual agreement and willingly blowing off the possibility of a grand proposal, but in the end, you managed to hold out and it was so worth it.

Almost two years had passed before the wedding finally took place, and after the emotion filled ceremony and reception came to a close, the two of you were off to Okinawa to celebrate your long awaited honeymoon. The flight was short, but long enough to fit in a decent nap, wanting to recharge after a long and eventful evening; if the two of you planned to stay up all night, you needed to store up as much energy as you could when you had the chance.

The hotel was relatively close to the airport, so it didn’t take long to get there by car, and upon arrival, Imayoshi took care of checking in and all the other necessary details. Once he was given the key, the two of you headed over to the elevators to make your way up to the room, which was unfortunately on the highest floor. Stepping into the cabin, you waited patiently for the elevator doors to completely close, leaving the two of you alone in the confined space before you grabbed Imayoshi by his tie and tugged him into a heated kiss. He let out a smug chuckle against your lips, indulging only briefly before he pulled away to speak, “Couldn’t wait until we got to the room? Y’know there’s probably security cameras in here, right?”

You shrugged in response, a cheeky grin strung across your face as you answered, “It was worth the risk.”

Shortly after that, the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the designated floor. Both of you were practically running down the hall once you’d stepped out, desperately seeking the refuge of your own hotel room to at last liberate the numerous fantasies that raced through your hyperactive brains. The moment you entered the room Imayoshi had your wrists pinned to the door, eager lips melded with yours and you could only hum in delight knowing what was yet to come. As he slipped his tongue past your lips, you positioned one of your legs between his own, thigh pressing up against his crotch which revealed his hardening member. A soft moan resonated from his mouth to yours as he gently began to rock his hips against you, stimulating himself to full arousal before proceeding any further.

Ever since the beginning of your relationship, Imayoshi has always had a considerably high sex drive, however, his self control was exceptional and well, he never failed to use it to his advantage. He loved to tease the living shit out of you until you were practically on your knees begging for him to give you what you wanted, and despite how it made his cock throb with need, he enjoyed every second of it; your honeymoon was no exception.

Finally releasing his grip on your wrists, he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you flush against him to unzip your reception gown, stepping away to let the white fabric cascade down your frame. Chills ran down your spine at the feeling of the cold air encompassing your newly exposed body, with the exception of your skimpy lace panties that hardly did anything to conceal your lower half, but the lustful smirk creeping onto lover’s lips ignited a fire inside making you feel warm.

“I have the most beautiful wife,” Imayoshi gloated, squinted eyes cracking open for a brief moment before his arms wrapped around your thighs and he slung you over his shoulder, quickly making his way over to the bed to throw you down onto the soft duvet. As he crawled on top of you, he yanked off his tie in one swift motion and flung it aside, reclaiming your lips before you could even admire how sexy his predator like aura was.

It seemed that things were just starting to heat up, but really, Imayoshi had you wrapped around his fingers since the start of the wedding reception. With his teasing little touches beneath the table accompanied by his hungry gaze, all you could think about was how much you wanted to to feel his hands all over your body while he ravaged your insides, whispering sweet nothings in your ear just to make you squirm. You were so desperate that you would’ve skipped the foreplay if you could, but unfortunately, you knew your mischievous husband would never allow that; drawing it out, seeing just how needy and wet he could make you, was all part of his little game… but you thought you’d try your luck anyways.

With lips still fused and tongues swirling around each other, your hands slid down to undo his belt, then pants before reaching in to grab his clothed erection and stroke him for a bit. He moaned at the sensation, making you think he’d let you advance, but the moment you reached for his briefs, he stopped you with a firm grip to your wrist.

“Now, now, let’s not rush things, princess. We have all night y’know,” Imayoshi scolded as he moved your hand away from his body. You only pouted at him, knowing you’d have to be patient to get what you wanted, but with your dripping pussy begging to have him inside of you, playing the waiting game posed to be quite the challenge. “Don’t give me that look. If our sessions were short, you’d be even more disappointed.”

“I know…” you whined, rubbing your thighs together in desperate need of stimulation, “But you made me so horny at the reception! I want you so bad…”

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” he chuckled as he began to caress your bare body, hands landing on your breasts as the final destination. While massaging them in smooth circular motions, his head dove down to the crook of your neck, planting wet kisses up and down the length of your neck, along your jawline and over your clavicles. “If you’re patient, it’ll be more satisfying in the end.”

“Sho-chan…” you grumbled, trying to keep up your little act of being upset with him, but he knew your body like the back of his hand so you didn’t even stand a chance trying to resist the pleasures his touch bestowed upon you. Your failed attempts to suppress your moans only amused him further, his hands abandoning your breasts and slithering down your sides while his mouth took their place, soft lips enveloping one of your raised buds and sucking tenderly. With one arm he supported himself while the other continued to travel down your torso, smoothing over your hips, then thighs, inner thighs… but not to where you wanted. His mouth carelessly continued its assault on your breasts, adorning them with tints of deep blues and purples which only set blaze to the desire that already burned between your legs.

“Shoichi, please…” you whimpered, reaching down to grab his wrist and move his hand toward your touch starved sex, “I need you.”

“Someone’s fussy today,” he teased with his lips curled into the signature smirk that never failed to make you feel weak, but to your surprise, didn’t retract his hand from where you’d placed it, “Well, since you said ‘please,’ I guess I can give you a little taste.” With the pads of his fingers, he rubbed small, light circles over your clothed bulb making you sigh partly out of pleasure, but also partly in relief.

In a way, Imayoshi was right, you supposed, that waiting longer to be touched made the feeling more satisfying in the end. He was hardly trying, yet he managed to bring you to the brink of orgasm in no more than a few minutes. “Hm? About to cum already?” he remarked upon observing your quivering thighs and curled toes, to which he halted his actions.

“N-no, I wasn’t…” you lied through your teeth in spite of him denying your high, “Why’d you stop?”

“Don’t lie to me,” he cooed, cocking his head as he brushed some stray hairs out of your face, “You normally don’t cum this fast.”

“I told you I need you!” you cried and smacked him in the chest without actually meaning any harm.

“I know, I know, sheesh...” he answered dismissively, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and sliding them down your legs. “You didn’t have to hit me.”

“Well, you don’t have to tease me so damn much on our honeymoon…”

“There’s no fun in just giving it to you right away.”

“Sex isn’t fun enough for you?”

“Well, you see, there’s a difference between feeling good and having fun. Sex feels good, while teasing you is fun, though feeling good can oftentimes be fun.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you snapped, grabbing Imayoshi by the top of his head and shoving his face between your legs.

“My wife is so mean to me on our honeymoon,” he pouted jokingly as he hooked your legs around his neck.

“I don’t wanna hear it from you…”

“Oh? I wanna hear it from you though,” he remarked suggestively, but before you could really process his words, he delved into your glistening folds, his skilled tongue gliding smoothly up your slit before settling at your aching clit and taking it in into his mouth. You had to resist squeezing the life out of his skull with your thighs when he started suckling, the way his slick muscle ever so gently encircled the sensitive bundle of nerves providing excess stimulation which edged you closer to climaxing once again.

“Ah, Sho-chan!” you moaned, fisting at his sleek black tresses as the tension unravelling in your core rapidly accelerated. You could almost feel his lips pulling into a devious smirk when he slipped two fingers inside of you without warning, hastily curling them up against your sensitive rugae, enticing you to come undone for him. Hardly another minute passed when your docile body succumbed to your lover’s wishes, the unbearable pleasure erupting from within forcing a string of profanities to fall from your lips while your trembling figure made a mess over his slim digits. A satisfied hum sounded from Imayoshi as he shifted himself away from you and receded his hand, sucking your essence clean off of his fingers.

“I think that was a record time,” he bragged as he finally abandoned his slacks, dropping them onto the floor before unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Shoichi!” you grumbled, flinging a pillow at him which he instinctually caught.

“There’s no need to bully me now, sweetheart, I was just being honest.”

“Ugh,” you groaned in response, already accustomed to the snide remarks that came with his cheeky personality. But despite how you acted in resent towards his comments every time, you secretly loved that part of him and how the two of you could always find ways to poke fun at each other in practically any situation, sex included. Afterall, you did marry this man; if you couldn’t handle his personality, there’s no way you could’ve said yes to him.

Once he’d fully undressed, he retook his position above you, giving his painfully hard member a few pumps before positioning it to your entrance. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, Shoichi. I’ve been waiting,” you sass back, wrapping your legs around his waist in anticipation.

“I don’t appreciate your attitude,” Imayoshi groused, rubbing his slick head along your tender labia, once again stalling and drawing things out to simply smite you.

“Hurry up and put it in!” you scowled and reached out to grab his throbbing cock to do it yourself, but before you could, he swatted you away.

“I’ll do it. You really need to learn a thing or two about patience.”

“Don’t lecture me about patience when you’re the one who got me so hot and bothered in the first place! I’m the victim here.”

“Okay, okay, you got me. I just can’t resist teasing my cute wife sometimes, y’know?” With that, thankfully, he began to ease himself in, the feeling of him stretching your walls and finally filling the void in your core making your head spin. He felt so damn good, possibly ten times better than the last time he fucked you and it only made you crave him more… but he was going so painstakingly slow that it was pushing you to the brink of insanity. Normally, you tolerated his teasing just fine, but for some reason, you were particularly restless tonight and you just couldn’t withstand it; you were in the mood to be completely obliterated.

“Shoichi,” you mumbled breathily as you combed through his silky locks, “Ravish me.”

“Oh, such a strong request from my darling. Are you sure?” he spoke sarcastically, not faltering from his sluggish pace.

“It’s not a request, it’s a demand, and do I sound like I’m joking?” you answered in a calm, eerie voice with your brows raised at him in question.

“No, ma’am, my apologies.”

Without further hesitation, he slammed his hips into you and began bucking recklessly in immediate compliance to your dire wish, forcing a little yelp out of you in the process. Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, you braced yourself, nails digging into his smooth skin in response to how he managed to hit that sweet spot deep within your walls with each consecutive thrust. He was the perfect fit for you, and you for him, so with this new, vigorous tempo he upheld, it was much to your dismay that you felt your second orgasm of the night rapidly fizzling up much sooner than you prefered.

“Sh-Shoichi…” you muttered breathily, burying your face into his neck.

“Well, that was quick,” he chuckled, knowing all too well just how close he had you to the edge.

“Don’t you dare think about slowing down!” you threatened.

“Okay fine, I won’t.” And thankfully, he didn’t, so with just a few more of his sharp strokes kissing the brim of your womb, bliss ruptured through every inch of your body, tight walls contracting rhythmically around his thickness making him falter momentarily. “Ah, you feel so good, baby,” he praised, “One more time.”

“N-no, I c-can’t,” you stuttered, struggling to speak while Imayoshi continued ramming into you erratically, eagerly chasing his own high.

“Sure you can.”

You already knew what he had in mind from seeing the sadistic grin plastered on his face, but unfortunately, you couldn’t muster up enough energy to even attempt to stop him. His fingers effortlessly found your swollen clit and began to rub quick circles over it, the combination of pleasure and overstimulation making you writhe. Despite your previous statement, it wasn’t long at all before you felt the all too familiar pressure emerging once more, and from the way Imayoshi’s movements had grown sloppy and desperate, it seemed he wouldn’t be lasting much longer either. After shaking in anticipation for way too long, you were finally hit with a wave of euphoria as your orgasm washed over you, lips falling agape in a silent scream and thighs squeezing tightly around your husband’s waist, while your sex that pulsated around his girth coaxed him to his own peak.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his whole body tensing above you as he released his warm seed within your throbbing flesh. A depleted sigh escaped him as he withdrew himself from you, allowing for his essence to steadily ooze from your raw core as the two of you caught your breath and regained your composure.

Sinking into the bed next to you, Imayoshi pulled you flush against him before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, which he unsurprisingly counteracted with a brazen remark, “And you said you couldn’t do it.”

“Three times is a lot!” you argued, repulsing against his tight embrace to the best of your ability.

“Is it?” he gasped whilst feigning a puzzled expression, “I was hoping for a round two after we cleaned you up in the shower.”

“Shoichi!?”

* * *

The next month flew by in a flash with both you and Imayoshi reverting to your typical day to day lives prior to the past few eventful weeks. Oftentimes on the weekdays, he’d work late, leaving you home alone for dinner and majority of the evening until going to bed, but occasionally, he’d be home in time for dinner and of course, with his excessive libido, he’d never hesitate to make good use of those nights with you. As newlyweds, love making had somehow grown to be even more enjoyable and intimate than when the two of you were dating, but neither of you had put much thought into or discussed the possible outcomes of your actions until one day, the realization hit you: a whole month had past and Aunt Flow had yet to pay you a visit.

After a week of constant testing and a plethora of cursed pee sticks, there was no doubt about it; you were most definitely pregnant. It was a Friday night and you had been sitting in the bathroom for close to an hour after yet another positive pregnancy test, pondering over how you should break the news to your husband. The two of you had only been married for a little over a month, so talks of starting a family hadn’t exactly come up yet, but given Shoichi’s perverse nature and twisted personality, you couldn’t help but worry that he’d actually be a bit disappointed about it.

Even after you finally willed yourself to leave the bathroom, the thoughts didn’t stop which unfortunately only fed your anxiety. I’m going to be a mom… Shoichi is going to be a dad… We’re going to be… a family… Are we ready for a family? Is HE ready for a family?? Does he even like kids?! What if he says we’re too busy to have a baby? Or that it’s too soon? Or—

Your mind continued to race until the sound of the front door opening pulled you out of your transe, accompanied by a greeting from none other than the devil himself. “I’m home!”

“Welcome home,” you called from the bedroom and patiently awaited his arrival, but when he finally did enter the room, you were hit with a sudden burst of nerves, your stomach folding into knots while your heart pounded against your chest. If there was a time to tell him, it was probably now considering the baby would only grow from here and with Imayoshi’s busy schedule, he’d probably appreciate a simple, straightforward talk.

You could tell from the sinful look on his face that his head was full of obscene thoughts that he likely planned to enact tonight, as he always did on nights that he was home early enough, and the seductive aura he was emitting didn’t help at all. As he slinked into the bed next to you, his lips wasted no time finding your own while the fingers that ghosted over your collarbones sent chills down your spine. To say you weren’t getting turned on would’ve been a huge lie, but obviously, there were bigger problems at stake besides the fulfillment of your lustful desires.

“I’m pregnant, Shoichi.”

Upon hearing your blunt statement, he stopped immediately in his tracks, a brief silence filling the room before he finally replied, “Now, now, it’s not polite to joke like that, sweetheart…” he chuckled nervously, his squinted eyes opening to observe your body language and keen facial expression, to which he discerned that you were actually dead serious. “... You’re not joking are you?”

“You should know I’m not the type to play mind games like you.”

“Well yeah, but you’ve definitely tried it before.”

“Only to vex you.”

With his eyes still open, reflecting a predator like glint as he drank in your every feature, you feared he had yet to give up on his previous intimate plans, and you were definitely ready to fight back if he tried to make any advances. However, he simply gave you a soft peck to the lips and pulled away with a proud smile. “Gotcha.”

“Do you not realize the seriousness of this, Shoichi?! This is a baby we’re talking about! Our lives are permanently going to be changed you know!” you snapped back in response to how he could still mess around after you revealed something so substantial.

“I’m obviously well aware, I mean, you can’t be completely surprised considering how often we fuck,” he shrugged, which only frustrated you more, but you decided to hold your tongue and hear him out to the end, “You’re way too stressed about this, relax a little! And you’ve been overworking yourself these days haven’t you?”

“Hell yeah I’m stressed! I’ve been stressed all week about how I should tell you this! I thought maybe you’d tell me you hate kids and to get an abortion or something!”

“Oi, I wouldn’t say something like that, do you even know me? I’m not that twisted.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure you’re not…” you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest.

“And what do you have to say about overworking yourself, hm?”

“I haven’t been… I just picked up a few more hours because… the staff needed some extra help…”

“Well, that’s a few more hours than you’re supposed to be working isn’t it? Therefore, you’re overworking,” Imayoshi stated in the most matter-of-fact tone, “Don’t think I wouldn’t have noticed how you’ve been more fatigued in the recent days. You’re a lot less feisty during sex.”

“Really...?” you reply dryly in utter disbelief, “That’s how you figured it out?”

“There were other signs, but that was the most obvious one. Anyways, I’ll be making some calls tomorrow to ensure this doesn’t persist.”

“Sho-chan, you really don’t ha—”

“Ah-ah,” he interrupted, holding his index up to your lips to silence you, “You need to rest properly if you want the baby to be as smart as me.”

“That’d be a little scary actually…”

* * *

Time past, days turning into weeks, and weeks to months as you trudged through the daunting, first trimester. It seemed as though Imayoshi was home even less often since disclosing your pregnancy to him, which was rather upsetting because you sort of expected the opposite effect. Sure he was home on the weekends and went with you to your OB-GYN appointments, but he seemed so indifferent about the whole situation. Did he even care about the baby? Maybe he just viewed this pregnancy as an obligation because he’s your husband.

One night, you found yourself struggling to find sleep so you decided to pour yourself a bowl of potato chips and watch a movie in the living room. You were so immersed in the story that you didn’t even hear Imayoshi come in, so when the cushions on the couch sank next to you and a heavy arm fell over your shoulders, you jumped out of your seat, nearly having a heart attack.

“I didn’t think rom-coms had any jump scares,” Imayoshi teased with a grin, to which you hit him lightly in annoyance.

“Do you always come home this late?” you mumbled, shoving a chip in your mouth.

“Mhm,” he hummed, eating a chip for himself before snatching the large bowl out of your hands, “Why are you eating this? Shouldn’t you be eating healthy snacks?”

“It’s just chips!” you pouted, reaching over him in an attempt to reclaim your tasty treat, but it was to no avail of course; he wouldn’t let you have it back.

“We have crackers.”

“I don’t want crackers!”

“Well, what do you want then?”

“My damn chips!”

“I meant something healthy.”

“UGH!” So freaking irritating... you complained to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t be like that,” he whined as he scooted closer to you, gently stroking his fingers over your cheek, “C’mere.”

Shaking your head at him, he only sighed in response, his arms creeping around your waist before lifting you up and into his lap. Despite being still irked by his earlier stunt, you didn’t mind the skinship and well, you couldn’t really be that upset with him anyways, knowing he had good intentions. His hands went up to the nape of your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your tight muscles with his thumbs, continuing this soothing motion down the length of your spine.

“Ah, it feels so good, Shoichi,” you moaned quietly as he took his time working out the knots in your back.

“Don’t say things like that when we haven’t had sex in almost two months,” he remarked in a disappointed tone, “I’ve been re-virginized y’know, I’ll get hard.”

“Shut up,” you chuckled, actually amused at his dumb remark, “I’ve been meaning to ask the doctor about if it’s safe, but I keep forgetting. Online it says it is, but I wanted to ask to be sure…”

“You know I’m only joking, right? I’ll live for a few more months without it,” he spoke solemnly and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“A few more months? We still have over half a year to go…”

“I’m trying to look at the glass as half full for once, alright?”

“Tch…” You shook your head at him, but really, you were extremely appreciative of how much he was taking your and the baby’s safety into account. If you were being truly honest, it bothered you that he never really showed any signs of excitement toward the whole situation, but even so, he did have a subtle way of showing he cared so you tried your best to be appreciative… but those damn pregnancy hormones managed to get the best of you more often than not. Remembering all the petty fights you’d picked with Imayoshi because your emotions were going haywire was a bit of a guilt trip; not that you could fully blame yourself with all the chaos happening in your body, but coming off as ungrateful to your loving husband who’s done so much for you just left a bitter taste in your mouth. “Sho-chan…” you started, turning yourself sideways in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Why are you working so late every day?”

“Because we need money. Why else?” he answered nonchalantly, cradling your figure in his arms.

“Why’d you get my hours cut then? I could be contributing more to our income if I still had my normal hours.”

“Hm, let me think…” he hummed and pretended to think, “ Because you’re pregnant.”

“And?!” you snapped back, bewildered, “I’m not disabled just because I’m pregnant, Shoichi?!”

“For now…” he smirked, your clenched fist threatening to punch him in the stomach, but you held back, knowing it was probably your hormones blowing things out of proportion again. “Either way, the more you work, the more you risk your health. Now that you’re taking care of both yourself and Shoichi junior you need to be more careful.”

“For now?! Shoichi junior?! First of all, I’m more than capable of working throughout the duration of my pregnancy, okay? You don’t need to baby me. You’re always so damn patronizing it’s annoying. And second, how are you so sure the baby is a boy?! I never agreed to Shoichi junior!”

“Now, now, there’s no need to get angry. Shouldn’t any normal person be happy to get out of work—”

“Not if it means you have to compensate by overworking yourself instead!” you choked up, lips quivering as you stared at your husband through glossy eyes.

“Oi… don’t cry…” he frowned, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

“B-but I feel bad!” you try to speak between sniffles, “I’m sitting on my ass for half the day while you’re out working late into the night, over exerting yourself...”

“Shh… You’re not just ‘sitting on your ass’ y’know. While I’m out working late, you have your own job to worry about right here at home, a twenty four hour shift that only you can do.”

Unsure of what he was getting at, you looked at him with pleading eyes, tears still spilling over your lower lash line as you awaited an elaboration.

“You need to take good care of Shoichi junior,” he grinned, smoothing his hand over your little baby bump, “Whatever you do, he’s doing it with you so keep that in mind the next time you try to pick up extra hours.”

“S-stop assum-ming the baby is-s a boy!” you hiccup, stifling your sobs to sound more serious, “But th-thank you… for looking out for me. I-I wish you didn’t have to do so much overtime though…”

“Isn’t it my job to look out for my cute wife?” he asked rhetorically with a soft boop to your nose before proceeding, “Alright, now stop crying would you? Let’s get you to bed.” Scooping you up from his lap, he quickly stood up from the couch and carried you back to the bedroom where he gently laid you down atop the cool, fluffy comforter. He was about to depart when you caught him by surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a quick kiss.

“I love you so much, Shoichi,” you almost whispered, arms still linked at his nape while you stared up at him endearingly.

“Well, if you wanted to join me in the shower that badly, you could’ve just asked,” he delivered with a smirk that made your look of endearment dissipate into one of sheer disappointment.

“Can’t you ever just say ‘I love you’ back?”

“What’s the fun in that? You should know already how much I love you or else I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me.”

“It’s still nice to hear it sometimes!”

“Alright, you win. I love you, too.” Pressing his lips to yours once more, you finally let him go with a satisfying warmth filling your heart as Imayoshi rummaged through his dressers to prepare for his shower. “If you still want to join me at any time, no invitation is needed!” he remarked just as he disappeared into the master bathroom.

What a snake… you thought to yourself, shaking your head as you stared up at the ceiling, waiting for slumber to find you. He was clever and cunning and he knew how to press all of your buttons, but just as much, he was loving and caring, and was always there for you in the subtlest ways. There really was no one better for you than him and even though he was annoying at times, you couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else.

* * *

“Congratulations on your pregnancy!” Sakurai greeted excitedly the moment you answered the phone. You had just gotten comfortable on the bed after finishing up some chores around the house, wanting to take a quick break before going on a snack run to the convenience store when Sakurai had suddenly called.

“Thanks, Ryou-kun! How’d you know?”

“I ran into Imayoshi-senpai during lunch rush the other day, so we caught up for a bit. How do you feel? Are your symptoms bad?”

“I’ve been okay… morning sickness sucks, but it’s been less frequent these days. I can’t believe I’m almost through the first trimester already! In a few weeks we get to find out the baby’s sex!”

“That’s great! Are you guys planning to have a baby shower?”

“Uh, well…” you chuckled nervously, “I’d like to, but I haven’t really brought it up to Shoichi yet because he’s so freaking busy… and he’s usually tired on the weekends so I try to let him rest.”

“Oh yeah, he told me about working overtime and saving up to take off when you give birth so I can see why he’d be so exhausted… but a baby shower would be—”

“Wait, Ryou…” you gasped after processing what he’d said, “Shoichi... said that?”

“S-said what?” Sakurai stuttered in a panic, “Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to?! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I thought you guys discussed all of this already, I’m sorry!”

“That he’s going to take off when I give birth? He…” you trailed off to swallow the lump forming in your throat, “He seriously said that?!”

“I-I mean… yeah, b-but… if you didn’t know then… forget it! I probably wasn’t supposed to tell you! I ruined it, I’m sorry!”

“Oh my god, that bastard doesn’t tell me anything!” you sobbed and let everything out, which only freaked out poor Sakurai further.

“Are you crying?! Oh my god, I made you cry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“I can’t believe Shoichi’s been over exerting himself to take off when I give birth!” you continued to wail on the phone whilst Sakurai’s repeated apologies had just become white noise to you. “How did I get so lucky, Ryou-kun? Shoichi always does these nice things for me, but why does he have to be so secretive?! I’m gonna punch him when he comes home!”

“N-n-no! Don’t punch him! I’m sorry! This is all my fault! I’m sorry! J-just pretend I didn’t say anything, ah! I’m sorry!”

“It’s been so lonely around here, you know! And I’ve been getting upset at him for not being there for me! Yet, his whole goal was to be there for me in the end! I’m a horrible wife!”

“No you’re not! I’m sorry I made you think that! It’s not true! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“I need some ice cream,” you sniffled, trying somewhat to calm yourself down, “I’ll call you back later Ryou, and sorry for suddenly breaking down. Pregnancy hormones are no joke… Sorry to worry you though.”

“I-it’s not your fault, I understand. I’m sorry! It’s my fault that I upset you, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You apologize too much, Ryou-kun. There’s no need to be sorry,” you assured with another sniffle.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I’m sorry…”

Your eyes were still a little puffy, but after cleaning up a bit, you deemed yourself presentable enough to make a quick trip to the convenience store. Grabbing some loose change and shoving it in your pocket, you made your way to the door as you abruptly brought an end to your chat with your old classmate. “I’m heading out now, talk to you later.”

“Okay, I’m sorry again... a-and don’t be so hard on Imayoshi-senpai! It’s my fault! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Bye, Ryou.”

“Okay, bye. Sorry again!”

As soon as you ended the call, you were out the door, slowly but surely making your way down the sidewalk to the convenience store while the information that Sakurai had disclosed repeated itself in your head. For the past few months, you had assumed that Imayoshi didn’t care much for your pregnancy and the general concept of having a baby; he was just doing what he needed to do as a good husband. According to Sakurai though, it seemed that he did care a lot more than you gave him credit for, and he was manipulating his work schedule and income to spend time with you and the baby later down the line… but why would he neglect you now?! The pregnancy is just as rough, if not rougher than taking care of a newborn fetus.

Stupid Shoichi… you huffed as you stormed into the convenience store, taking no more than a few minutes to grab your favorite ice cream and pay for it at the register. He’s always in his own world, doing things his own way without telling me or taking my feelings into account…

Continuing to sulk to yourself, you made your way back out wanting nothing more than to get home quickly and enjoy your frozen treat in solitude, but to your dismay, you were stopped by some weasel cat-calling you, making vulgar remarks about how you were knocked up and saying other sexual things that you didn’t even care to process. You were just about ready to kick this piece of shit in the nuts, but before you could even approach him, you were interrupted by a familiar voice that sounded so calm it was terrifying, yet relief washed over you knowing exactly who it was.

“Are you friends with my dear y/n?” Imayoshi asked with a grin and the most bone-chilling glare, head cocked to the side in demonstration of passive-aggressive friendliness. “If not, I’d highly advise you to scram.”

“Sh-Shoichi?! Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” you exclaim in surprise, not even batting an eye while your harasser made a run for it.

“My, my, to think you’ve been doing your own share of travelling while I’ve been gone.” Cracking one eye open, Imayoshi noted your bewildered facial expression with a chuckle before lightly pinching your cheek with one hand.

“It’s literally a block away from home,” you replied defensively, swatting his hand away.

“That’s my point, darling,” he stated matter-of-factly, to which you simply rolled your eyes. You were about to argue back, but before you could say anything more, he swept you off your feet into the cliche princess carry thing and held you like that all the way back home despite the curious onlookers.

“Shoichi!” you whined bashfully, burying your face in his neck.

“I wanted to spend some time home with my little basketball, so I finished work early today,” he spoke up, unbothered by your reaction; he thoroughly enjoyed embarrassing you out in public because he always thought you reactions were cute.

“Ahem, excuse me?! Little basketball?!” you gasped in disbelief.

You were tempted to slap the smug look off his face as he answered, but knowing he was just teasing, as usual, you decided it wasn’t worth blowing up about. “Well, you’re obviously not a full sized basketball... yet, so for now you’re my little basketball.”

Unwilling to put in the energy to give him a snappy response, you simply let out a frustrated sigh which Imayoshi happily took as a win. It wasn’t much longer before the two of you finally arrived home and of course, he carried you straight to the bedroom, insisting that you needed to rest. He was hardly ever home to cook or do any housework, but tonight, he did everything and you couldn’t have been more grateful to have such an amazing husband.

As the two of you finished up your dinner-in-bed that Imayoshi had prepared, you couldn’t stop, or maybe you didn’t even try to stop the tears that welled in your eyes from rolling down your cheeks. Imayoshi noticed right away and reached out to wipe away the wetness for you with a frown, “Why are you crying?”

“Pregnancy hormones…” you sniffled.

“Well, yeah, but there must be an underlying reason.”

You sat in silence for a moment to gather your thoughts, which unfortunately only made you more emotional and in turn, made Imayoshi ten times more confused, so you ended up spilling your heart out about everything in the least collected way imaginable. “I-I feel so bad! I kept picking fights with you and saying you don't care about anything, but you do care and, and Ryou called me today and told me that you’ve been saving up to stay home with me and the baby so now I feel even more terrible and ungrateful! You do so much for me, even today at the convenience store and making dinner and everything and all I do is get mad at you! Why do you even stay with me, I’m the worst wife ever!”

“Excuse me, but I don’t tolerate anyone talking shit about my wife,” he spoke calmly, holding your chin up with his slim digits, “And Sakurai told you about my plan, huh?”

“H-he just meant to congratulate me on my pregnancy, b-but since we were catching up he mentioned that he ran into you and then i-it kinda just... came up...”

“Well, I guess it can’t be helped then. Surprise!” Imayoshi feigned, holding his hands up in some kind of celebratory manner, “Since we both went back to work, we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together, but I thought that it’d be good for both of us and Shoichi junior if we spent quality time together as a family when he finally comes around. That’s why I started picking up so much overtime, but I did schedule some half days every so often too, like today, because I figured you’d get lonely being home alone all week.”

“SHOICHI!” you howled before nuzzling your face in his chest to cry a sobfest. He didn’t try to calm you down this time under the assumption that sometimes you just needed to let all your emotions out, so instead, he held you close in a loving embrace while his fingers combed soothingly through the hair on the back of your head. “I -uhv woo so -wuch,” you mumbled against him.

“I love you, too.”

Epilogue: the baby ended up actually being a boy and you never heard the end of it from Imayoshi with his “Shoichi junior” jokes. He does make time for a baby shower though and in the end, literally like a week before you give birth, you guys decide on a name you both like. ♡

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ferg0s · 3 years

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‘secrets’ - Imayoshi Shoichi x Reader

nsfw // 18+ content

Imayoshi knew that it was suspicious to stare too long, but he couldn’t help himself. He was a man of many secrets, some he knew he was going to take to his grave and others he knew he would use to get ahead of life. You were his biggest secret. One he knew he was going to take to the grave.

It wasn’t uncommon for the locker room banter to shift to talking about girls, especially when Aomines was around, so he wasn’t surprised that your name had come up. The new manager for Seirin. You were the hottest topic among the boys as they got ready for practice. You were quiet around the teams - your own and others - leaving much to the imagination. You were a mystery everyone intended to solve but never even got enough evidence to begin.

Everyone but Imoyoshi.

He loves hearing the boys throw around their fantasies of you. Their personified version of you - always so quiet and polite. He simply scoffed at the remarks and carried on.

He knew what you were really like. He knew the reason behind you being so quiet, the reason for your lack of speech and reserved nature. Of course, he knew; he was the reason behind it.

It all started out as a fluke;

He didn’t know how he ended up there - a cramped in janitor's closet that reeked too much of chemical - or how he ended up in her - having her pressed against the wall, his hands on her hips as pulled her back with every thrust. There was barely enough room, only an empty wall and enough space for him to stand. He had your uniform skirt hiked up, resting on your waist as your ass was in full view. Your cheat was pressed against the wall along with your face, your forearms placed in front of your face to give some cushioning. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed in with quiet moans filled the room, pairing well with the smell of sex and chemicals. His dick thrust into you, coming out covered in a thin veil of your arousal - he didn't know if he had taken the time to wear a condom, and he wasn't going to stop to check. His nails dug into your soft skin as he felt he aggressively collided his pelvis with your ass. He hadn't taken the time to pull his pants down past his thighs - the cold fabric from his team uniform irritating your skin - but the sensation of that was far too little compared to what you were feeling for you to pay any attention to it.

As he melted into the warmth of the pleasure he thought back to your face - how your big beady eyes had looked at him, biting your bottom lip as you walked toward the closet. The way your hands had flown down to his bulge the minute you two locked lips. It all went by in a blur. His senses were too occupied with the feeling of you wrapping around his dick to care. The wet sound of his dick going in and out of you made his knees weak - he had never felt someone get this wet - the feeling of you shoving your ass back which each thrust and pushing his dick deeper inside you. It was as if you were getting some sort of high from his dick. Your mouth opened as you tried to catch your breath, your face burning as tears welled up in your eyes. You were a sight for sour eyes.

He didn’t realize he had gotten rougher until the Sharp slapping of skin began to ring through his ears. But despite his harsh nature, you didn’t flinch. You took it - relishing in the new speed and force he was taking you with. You enjoyed it. He enjoyed it. It didn’t take long for him to cum - you following after. He had forgotten to pull out and left your cunt a dripping mess - panicking at the thought of teenage pregnancy he began to look for something to clean you up with, freezing up when he felt you put your hand on his head and push him down. Getting in his knees he marvelled at the sight in front of him. Your Pusey, stuffed with his cum, in front of his face as you spread your lips apart with your hand.

He knew at that moment that he needed to have you.

He ravished you after that day - making sure to leave his mark, to in some way mark you as his own. After all, you were his secret, he had to treat you well. But he found himself getting carried away sometimes.

So as he stood in the middle of the court during the first game of the winter cup, he knew that it would be suspicious for him to stare for too long. But he couldn’t help but stare at the dark marks on your inner thighs - the ones he had given you minutes earlier.

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#kuroko no basquet #knb x you #knb smut #knb imagines #kurokos basketball #imayoshi shouichi

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daiseukiis · 3 years

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HOLY SHIT you"re baCk

— 🅱️🧋

you've made a wish, and it's been heard loud and clear •ଓ.°

oh i've always been here i've just been reading smut 🤷🏻‍♀️

#OK BUT IM NOT JOKING #I HAVE BEEN LIKE MY BRAIN WAKES UP AND IT GOES HUH WHO AM I HORKNEE FOR TODAY #like ive been grinding on nash gold jr smut and now my ass is up in the air for hara kazuya #hanamiya makoto and imayoshi shoichi like i might have read almost all the smut of them in the fandom holy fuck it is unholy and ✨FILTHY✨#🎐 ; qi has heard your wish #🎇 ; goen #🏮 ; as long as there's someone #✨ ; 🅱️🧋anon

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hnmcig · 2 years

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— • VANILLA MILKSHAKE | kuroko no basket 🥤

H: headcanons / I: imagines / F: fanfic

💐 fluff / 🥀 angst / 🌵 hurt-comfort / 🌻 smut/ 🍁 dark content

— AKASHI SEIJURO

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

PROTECTIVE! AKASHI [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

— KUROKO TETSUYA

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

— KAGAMI TAIGA

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

STUDYING WITH HIM [I] 💐

— AIDA RIKO

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

— IZUKI SHUN

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

— HYUGA JUNPEI

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

— KYIOSHI TEPPEI

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

— MIDORIMA SHINTARO

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

STUDYING WITH HIM [I] 💐

— KISE RYOUTA

PROTECTIVE! KISE [H] 💐

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

— AOMIME DAIKI

AOMINE X LAZY! S/O [H] 💐

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

PROTECTIVE! AOMINE [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

STUDYING WITH HIM [I] 💐

— IMAYOSHI SHOICHI

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

— MURASAKIBARA ATSUSHI

PROTECTIVE! MURASAKIBARA [H] 💐

JEALOUS [H] 💐

DATING HEADCANONS [H] 💐

— HANEMIYA MAKOTO

STUDYING WITH HIM [I] 💐

— HAIZAKI SHOGO

STUDYING WITH HIM [I] 💐

#knb #kuroko no basket #masterpost #masterlist

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sparkle-fujoshi · 7 years

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The sky was dark now, the neon lights that decorated the street lit his path and it was freezing.

Hanamiya found himself in front of the same apartment, that same familiar number on the door, and that same feeling of shame as he pressed a finger on the doorbell.

A few moments passed as he shifted back and forth on his feet, biting his lip as he shivered before hearing the sound of feet making their way to the entrance.

“Hana-chan,” he flashed his signature smirk, “What are you doing here?”

Hanamiya rolled his eyes at the nickname and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Just let me in. It’s fucking freezing.”

After that, there were little to no words exchanged apart from a series of “no”, “stop”, and a myriad of moans.

They knew what kind of relationship this was. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even fun. It was an ever going test for power. One that Imayoshi always wins, and a test that Hanamiya never gives up on.

“S-senpai...”

He was covered in a thin film of sweat, his body was on fire- a nice change from the bitter winter outside.

Smack

He grit his teeth and growled as he felt the sharp sting on his ass. He felt the older man lean in close to his ear, felt his breath on his skin and shivered.

“Be a good slave, Makato.”

#smut #random #pwp #drabble #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #imayoshi shouichi #hanamiya makoto #imahana #imayoshi x hanamiya #master #slave

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wildflowertips · 3 years

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Hi! I was curious if you had anymore Kuroko fic recommendations? Thank you! 🥺💗

hey! 🥺 i do have more kuroko fanfic recs. i didnt know what type of kuroko ship you wanted, so here are a few from some kuroko ships <3:

Kagakuro Recommendations

the flower that blooms in adversity by aotetsu

When Kagami falls for Kuroko Tetsuya, a famous prostitute from the red light district, he manages to find a whole lot of trouble and a person worth it all.

this fic deserves more love and attention. kagami love for kuroko absolutely made me sob

Brothers in Woo by buttwade

in which Himuro jokingly offers to help Kagami win Kuroko over and the joke's on him

kagami is drunk & himuro cracks jokes. this fic is funny. jealous!kuroko

Beastly call by TCon

"You mean," Kuroko started. "You'd be my Heat Partner?" He didn't expect Kagami to explode into a myriad of different shades of red more impressive than his own hair. "Y — yeah tha's what I'm sayin'!" for some reasons he lapsed into english with an odd accent. KagaKuro Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics & Sex Pistols AU - Fusion

Lots of smut in the beginning. there’s crime, suspense, and i read this fic like 5 times.

Stamina Training by tnsxbunny

As the weakest member in the team, Kuroko stays back after basketball practice to train on his stamina. Kagami watches from afar and decides to show Kuroko what real stamina training is.

SMUT. SUCH GOOD SMUT. thank u

The advantage of being Kuroko by heartfilledteddybear

mayuzumi hits on Kuroko & Kagami gets jealous 🥵

Akakuro Recommendations

Forget me not flowers in our hair by miniaturepsycho

When Kagami is captured by a beast Kuroko doesn't think twice and bargains to take the red head's position instead but it seems that there is more to this castle than meets the eye, and what has it have to do with forget me not's?? Basically a beauty and the beast AU that I decided to do after seeing the live action (which I totally did not cry at, not at all!!) COMPLETE

Contains Aokaga. Akashi as beast & kuroko as belle. So good 🥺

All I ask by TsuruKuni

"It's none of your business." "Tell me, Aomine. How can it be none of my business when you're throwing away the only person I've ever wanted?"

THIS FIC MADE ME SOB AT 3 AM. I highly recommend listening to ‘All I ask’ by Adele. I promise you will cry. Aokuro & Akakuro.

Bridezilla by DancingMarshmallows

Weddings are stressful... try helping people plan them. With two months to get everything together, a bridezilla and her bitch of a maid of honor, and finding love at the worst time, Kuroko would be lucky if he makes it out alive.

CEO!Akashi & WEDDING PLANNER!kuroko. you will not regret reading this one.

That Ridiculously Long Dance by Harmonia_Silverberg

Aomine, Kise, and Kagami never learn, do they? But apparently their "joke" works in Akashi and Kuroko's favor this time.

literally one of my all time favorite akakuro fanfic

What Would Chihiro Do by anewtinystory

Akashi is dating Kuroko, whose two brothers are very protective of him.[Based on a Tumblr anon's prompt: Nijimura and Mayuzumi are Kuroko's brothers; while Nijimura approves of Akashi, Mayuzumi feels the opposite]

slight smut. protective bros. i love it sm.

Aokuro Recommendations

Traded Mistakes by Acetate, Chrystie, exuberant_imperfection, kate882, luckypen

For the prompt: Aomine having an accident and losing his memory so all he remembers is being best friends with Tetsu and he doesn’t understand how that could stop.

Angst, oh the angst 😫😭.

Third time’s a charm (or maybe fourth) by LajtHane

Aomine really didn't mean to crash into him at Quidditch practice.

HOGWARTS AU. if that doesn’t temp you, idk what will. My fav Aokuro fic.

Maybe a touch of your hand by skinandbones

[Written for AoKuroWeek 2015]: Aomine moves into a new apartment and befriends a ghost boy.

no bc this fic made me cry too. pls read it 🎶ifwehad5moreminutes🎶

The Boyfriend Jersey by exuberant_imperfection, kate882

Kuroko, in a half-asleep mistake, ends up wearing Aomine's jersey to school.

THIS FIC IS CUTE SUCH DORKS

Hey, Come Here Often? by imabignerd

In which Momoi holds his magazines hostage, Aomine hates everything and everyone, and Kuroko is politely bewildered.

Aomine crushes on the lifeguard!Kuroko & Momoi is a little shit about it 😌🤍

Midokuro Recommendations

It’s Always your Fault! by warsandwich

Kuroko and Midorima are secretly dating, but Takao finds out their secret. De-anon from the anon meme.

Short, sweet, & funny 😌.

Partnership by Fayah

Their partnership starts in English class, but like everything else in their lives, turns into a matter of basketball.

Midorima really cares for Kuroko 🥺

Midokuro Ficlet by pandacchii

based off of imagineyourotp blog post: "Imagine your otp confessing while they were half asleep" Pairing: Midorima/Kuroko

short story but it’s really cute ☺️

An Unexpected Alignment by cinnaelle

Midorima Shintarou does not expect such a reoccurring encounter. But the wheels of fate are turning and Akashi moves his shogi piece.

well-written i love it sm. deserves more praise

The Way You Come Undone by oshare_banchou

"Midorima Shintarou is completely silent during sex. And Kuroko, who is both fascinated and frustrated by this discovery, wonders just how much it would take to make him come undone." - Kuroko/Midorima, in that order

do i need to say more? 😫

Kikuro Recommendations

Careless Whisper by DarkWoods

When Kuroko is dared to come up with some dirty talk, no one expects him to be good at it. Certainly not Kise.

my favorite kikuro fanfic. flustered!kise & tease!kuroko

如果的事 (If) by stormterror

People fall in love in many different manners. Love feels like many different things to many people, but Kise Ryouta thinks there's nothing that quite beats the feeling of being in love with Kuroko Tetsuya. [kise/kuroko]

SO GOOD I CRIED I SMILED SO HARD. pls kikuro deserves the world

Wires, Connecting by Bakagami

It's like being blind but not, like touching air, grasping at straws, voices dissipating and reverberating.

This story is locked so you need to login into ao3 to read it. PHONE SEX & DIRTY TALK 🥵

He Promised by imabignerd

Kise promised he'd smile for Kuroko the whole way through, all the way to the end.

Zombie apocalypse AU. Death. sobbing violently.

It’s a Small World by SilentSilhouette

Kise tries to find his soulmate through social media. Soulmate AU where a picture of your soulmate is tweeted to you on your sixteenth birthday.

This one made me crackle & laugh😂😂

Murakuro Recommendations

No Such Thing as Too Much Vanilla by plumtrees

Kuroko and Murasakibara have baking days. What do you mean it isn't canon?

baking!boyfriends & fluff 😌😉

Vanilla Cream by yoimrei

Murasakibara eats Kurokos ass after something Ahomine says which sparks his jealousy.

here me out first, the ass eating in this is *chef’s kiss* 🤌🏽🤌🏽

Philia by DarkWoods

That time Murasakibara and Kuroko started kinda-sorta fake dating, and kinda-sorta never bothered to break up.

Still going & i love this writer sm. i read all their stories 😙✌🏽

Lavender Secrets by SailorHikarinoMu

Kuroko was the one to bring out his true love for basketball, which had been hidden from prying eyes since the beginning. It was one of those things he was unsure whether he should feel grateful for, but all the same, it did mean something. What this 'something' was, exactly? Murasakibara did not know. Not yet.

FLUFF AAA FLUFF

Rainy by overdose

Kuroko listened to the rain pouring, and more importantly, Murasakibara's steady breathing.

smut. couch sex. size difference. 🥴

BONUS

Hanamiya Makoto/Kuroko Tetsuya

Scotomas by Darkenedcrystal

After the game against Jabberwock, Kagami goes overseas and Kuroko finds himself without a light. A slightly angsty, rather light-hearted story about what happens to Kuroko after Kagami leaves. Features teens finding their way around life, Seirin without a light, the Generation of Miracles being a family, the teens finding love and appreciating the heartbreaks. Kuroko tries to find his own style without a light, and stumbles into the darkness that is Hanamiya Makoto instead. Extra chapter added!

love this fic so much. downside: akashi is kinda a dick

Of Unlikely Friendships, Sneaky Bets, Shogi and Sake by itsthechocopuff

Imayoshi had introduced his two favourite kouhai to each other as an experiment. He did not predict they'd get along so well, both being shadows, but they did, and they worked, oddly enough. Hanamiya brought out the worst in Kuroko, while Kuroko brought out the the best in the other; and they both caused heartattacks to unsuspecting teammates who could not believe their darling shadow was not as innocent as he seemed.

you wont regret reading this one omg

Haizaki Shougo/Kuroko Tetsuya

A Taste That Lingers by therealmoyashi

I couldn't say anything, and that was alright because he didn't want an answer. I'll never forget the way that tasted. Yeah, I thought, he ruined me.

i cried reading this for the first time. out of character kuroko

By the Tomatoes by Wayfarer_Rye

It starts with a blue-grey t-shirt that says "Nothing but Net".

Haizaki wants to try again.

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