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ushiko · 9 months

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the sweet to my sour | kise ryouta

kise ryouta x fem!reader

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

word count: 3.5k+

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

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

TRY NUMBER ONE: JAWBREAKER

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

kise ryouta.

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

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

that image was destroyed all in one day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TRY NUMBER TWO: WARHEADS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TRY NUMBER THREE: SOUR SKITTLES

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"guys! its really not like that!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

TRY NUMBER FOUR: SOUR PATCH KIDS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a pack of sour patch kids.

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

kise ryouta.

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

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

TRY NUMBER FIVE: STARBURSTS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

without hesitation, " no."

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

"then why did you say it?"

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

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

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

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

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

"you should. it is very exclusive."

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

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

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

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

"kise?"

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

"yes love?"

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

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

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

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

" even the sour stuff you hate?"

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

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

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

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

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babydaddyleorio · 1 year

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hiii! I was wondering if you could maybe write a kuroko x black! reader and how their first kiss would go?

Kuroko is very gentle, with soft hands that don’t wander and careful glances that paint his eyes. He had never shown affection in this way to anyone, but he made it his utmost priority to make sure that you were comfortable. He wanted to be respectful and considerate of your wishes. You were friends who got caught up in the moment, your true feelings now spilling across the gym floor.

“Are you sure?” Kuroko would ask, understanding if you wanted to withdraw from his touch, but quietly hoping that you’d choose to stay.

“I’m sure, Kuroko.” You smiled with a nod.

“I mean it,” He furrowed his eyebrows in seriousness. “You really don have to if you don't want⎻”

Before he could finish his sentence, you would grab the collar of Kuroko's jacket and pull him towards your lips, his body harshly colliding with yours.

“I told you I wanted to do this.” You breathed against his mouth with closed eyes as you broke apart.

Kuroko would move his fingertips to grasp your waist, and this time, he brought his face to yours. It felt like fireworks were dancing across his chest, an electric and exhilarating feeling that matched the beat of his heart.

This was all he wanted.

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fayelynnee · 1 year

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BETTER | Kagami x gn reader !!

yeah this is just really fluffy…I love him so much <33 no content warnings, exchanges of I love yous tho. enjoy y’all 🤭-🛼ro

You listened intently to the sound of rain pattering against the window mixed with the shallow breaths of your boyfriend, Kagami. You worked his shoulders skillfully, releasing the tension and knots in his muscles. You had done this for him many times. He didn’t take as good of care of himself as he should and until you came along, he’d never even had a massage. It's a miracle he hadn’t turned to stone with how stiff his shoulders were.

“That any better?” you asked, pulling your hands away from his shoulders to instead crack your fingers. He nodded, “much better, thank you” he sounded tired. “ ‘m glad” you said, standing up from the side of his bed, in favour of moving to the head of the bed, propping yourself up against the pillows. You opened your arms, holding them out asking silently for him to lay with you. And he did. Kagami laid his head against your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. He slipped his hands under the back of your shirt, and wrapped your legs together, finding comfort in the skin to skin contact.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, slow deep breaths, enjoying the sound of rain and each other's breathing. Kagami listened to the beating of your heart, finding himself focusing on its calming, consistent pattern.

Kagami and yourself alike, treasured days like these. When it was just the two of you, relaxing and finding comfort in one another's presence. It was hard to hang out during the school week, you only had a few classes with each other, and Kagami had practice nearly everyday of the week. The only proper time you had together was on the weekends. That's when Kagami could slow down, relax and recharge. Though he still often practiced on the weekends. He never gave himself a break.

That's where you come in. You saw how much he overworks himself, and you make Kagami take breaks to rest. If you didn’t, he’d never rest.

You look down at him, smiling at how content he looks. His eyes closed, face tucked safely into your chest. Even though he overworks himself so much, you can’t help but love his dedication and passion for basketball. He was so determined to win, so dedicated to getting better. You admired him for it, working so hard.

Suddenly, Kagami opened his eyes and looked up at you. You bit your lip, embarrassed that he caught you staring. But as you looked into his eyes, and your embarrassment dissipated. Now, you could only feel the warmth and extreme fondness that Kagami's eyes held for you. You could only smile, not feeling the need to hide from or be embarrassed under his gaze.

Kagami propped his chin up on your chest, looking into your eyes. Eyes that held no judgement against him, eyes that have seen him in his most vulnerable states. Eyes that looked at him with such love and care sometimes it felt like too much to handle.

You watched him chew his lip a little, he was nervous about something, but what? Before your mind could conjure up any pesky anxious thoughts, he spoke. “Y/N...I know you know this but I feel like I don’t say it enough, so I just wanna let you know with my own voice, that I really, really appreciate how much you do for me. You give me massages, and make me meals, you bring me food during school, you make me take breaks and care for me when I'm sick. I know I'm not super great with emotions or anything, but I really want you to know that I'm so thankful to have you in my life, especially as my partner. I couldn’t ask for anyone better, so know that I really, really love you a lot and in the years I've known you, you’ve made me so happy. Thank you.”

You just stared, tears pricking your eyes. You never expected him to just...say that. He struggles with expressing how he feels, so something so forward and raw must have taken a lot of time for him to be ready to do. You felt a tear slip, so proud of him for being able to say that, and so happy and touched by what he said.

“I-I didn’t mean to make you cry i’m sorry really I-” you flicked his forehead, effectively cutting him off. You sniffled and wiped your eyes. “I’m not sad, just...I really love you too. I do those things because I love you, you deserve them...I’m just a little shocked is all, I think I’m still processing it” you laughed with a close eyed smile. The smile Kagami would give anything to see all the time. At the end of the day, neither of you would like to be in anyone else's arms, you're both happy and content, more than content, with being here with each other. You were where you were meant to be.

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mcverse · 1 year

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Tell me I’m not the only that think “Search and Rescue” by Drake sounds like a good fanfic Nash Gold?! Like just hearing the mami 😩 I see why the avatar fandom was gushing on Lo’ak saying mami 💃🏻💃🏻 just listen

Someone who listen to music while writing should definitely make sum for us 😗💛

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midnight-drives-with-sunarin · 2 years

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Fandoms I will write for:

Haikyuu

MHA

Demon Slayer

Kuroko's Basketball

Naruto

High-Rise Invasion

Characters I will write for:

Haikyuu:

Kuroo Tetsurō

Suna Rintarō

Iwaizumi Hajime

Akaashi Keiji

Miya Atsumu

Miya Osamu

Oikawa Torū

Mattsukawa Issei

Tsukishima Kei

Semi Eita

Tendō Satori

Sakusa Kyoomi

Nishinoya Yū

Shirabu Kenjirō

Bokuto Kotarō

Kozume Kenma

Yamaguchi Tadashi (Platonic)

My Hero Academia:

Kaminari Denki

Shinso Hitoshi

Bakugou Katsuki

Kirishima Eijirou

Sero Hanta

Dabi

Shigaraki Tomura

Demon Slayer:

Giyū Tomioka

Rengoku Kyojurō

Zenitsu Agatsuma (Platonic)

Kuroko's Basketball:

Daiki Aomine

Ryota Kise

Seijūrō Akashi

Kazunari Takao

Naruto:

Kakashi Hatake

Shikamaru Nara

Kiba Inuzuka

High-Rise Invasion:

Sniper Mask

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Do not request from shows not listed (I'm still working on watching more things)

If a character isn't on my list you can request, but I'll either not have good grasp on them or I won't write them because I'm uncomfortable with the way they are portrayed

SFW requests only please

I can write character x reader, character x reader x character, or character x character (this one is new, be kind)

I can write for fem or gender neutral neutral readers

Notes:

This list will grow as I get through more shows or connect with more characters, so please be patient

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teamatsumu · 9 months

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how GoM react to you wearing their jersey to a game

-> AOMINE DAIKI:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> KISE RYOTA:

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> MIDORIMA SHINTARO:

His brain short circuits when he sees you.

Next, a million thoughts hit him all at once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> MURASAKIBATA ATSUSHI:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> AKASHI SEIJUROU:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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amateurasterism · 1 year

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everyone knew he was attractive. he knew it too, because every year on february 14th he dreaded opening his locker. dreaded the absurd amount of chocolates and tacky gifts that he never understood why obsessive classmates would spend time to make for a blatant and dull person like him. he doesn’t even think any of him have seen him smile. but after meeting a certain someone, he added two very important steps to his valentines day routine. before giving the gigantic bag of gifts to his eager friends, he sorted through every single one in search of his favorite candy bar he only told you about, always wrapped in a slip of bright pink paper because you wanted to blend in with the other gifts. as if he couldn’t tell it was your handwriting in which the paper read “never forget how proud i am of you.” as if he didn’t know you were the only one out of a hundred chocolates who would write such a message that belonged on the pin board above his desk because it reminded him that you were the only person who loved him under his gorgeous looks, who saw him for the work he put into the things he loved. and thus, his last step on valentines day was to take a photo of the half-eaten candy bar and send it to you with a message that reads “should’ve given it to me face-to-face, coward.” to which you would respond with “i could say the same thing about the chocolate covered-strawberries you made for me. if you’re not confident in how they taste, should’ve just told me.”

ITOSHI SAE, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento,TSUKISHIMA KEI, kageyama tobio, suna rintaro, iwaizumi hajime, MIDORIMA SHINTARO, aomine daiki, akutagawa ryunoske, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, levi ackerman

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theanimeroom · 8 months

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NSFW

DREAMING ABOUT…

💎 men who’s cocks are so fucking huge but they have absolutely no idea how to use it. you had somehow gotten yourself in a situation where you had this beauty all to yourself, and you were more than happy to teach him how to split you in two with it.

his hands grip your waist so tightly you’re sure there’s gonna be finger shaped bruises littering your skin in the morning. his mouth is dangerously close to your ear, his breathy moans warming the cartilage until your body is shuddering in his hold. his cock is pressed against your hole, your hand around the base, cunt squeezing around air as you tried to suck him in. with a pained whimper, his hips flexed just slightly, the head of his cock sinking into you.

your voice shattered as the muscles in your thighs tightened, moan tipping over your swollen lips as your head tilted back, clenching down around him. the moment his cock felt the warmth of your cunt, he hissed, fingers digging even tighter into your hip as he bullied himself the rest of the way in. he was big, almost too big for you to take, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. instead, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you force yourself down on him further, the burn eliciting the sluttiest of noises from you, if he had any opinion in the matter.

you’d bounce on him a few times, needing time adjust to the size before letting him have free reign. you rocked back until you felt him hit that little bundle of nerves inside of you, opting instead to release him while trying to hold the position you were in.

the moment you handed over control though? he seized your hips, holding you still as his drilled his cock into your pussy. your voice came out in broken whines, his tip reaching places you didn’t even know existed. your moans mixed with his as he focused on prodding that soft spot inside you, the deep arch of your back only forcing him deeper inside of you.

he stayed close to you, chest pressed against your skin as he let out the foulest of noises. his lips kissed and sucks at every part of you he could find, refusing to leave a single spot untouched. his hands were no better, sliding between groping the globes on your chest, to yanking you onto his cock by your hips, to threading his hands in your hair to see how pretty you looked while fucked out on his cock.

he refused to admit that the expression on his face was comparable to the one you were making right now.

he’d spew shit that didn’t make any sense, his brain muddied and left useless. his voice was light and airy from the endless gasps flowing from him, a string of curses littered in between.

“fuck…you’re so warm baby,” “could sit inside you forever, oh my god,” “mfph, you’re so tight, i can’t even move,”

“you’re just too big, you dumbass,”

kazutora, shinichiro, hakkai, naoto | murasakibara, kagami, kiyoshi | nagi, bachira, reo | ikkaku, ichigo, chad, shuuhei | + your favs 🫶🏽

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yeosatinyngz · 3 months

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Accidental Confessions

↳GN Reader | JJK Ver.

A/N: My apologies if they’re ooc, I haven’t written knb in so long

#kuroko no basketball #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basket scenarios #knb x reader #knb #knb smau #knb texts #knb scenarios #kuroko x reader #kagami x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #akashi x reader #midorima x reader #kise x reader #aomine x reader #murasakibara x reader #yeosatinyngz

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kaiijo · 5 months

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FRIENDS TO LOVERS — [KNB]

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

aomine daiki ✶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

midorima shintarou ✶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you snort, “hard pass. come on.”

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

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

“is that shin-chan’s sweater?”

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

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

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

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

hanamiya makoto ✶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“when do i not?”

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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babydaddyleorio · 2 years

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hi love!!! how are you? i hope ur doing well :) I was wondering if you would mind writing something about nash from knb with a s/o that’s very maddy perez? i’m not sure if you’ve seen euphoria, if u haven’t then just lmk lol. but i hate the stereotype of y/n being out of touch, overly submissive and overall annoying, esp when the character they r written with tends to be more dominant. what do u think?? hugs & kisses !!❤️❤️

Never seen euphoria before, but I think I can gauge her character from what I know. Also, this would literally be Nash’s type lmao

Nash loves it when you bite back. Either when you’re on social media checking someone or in public loudly radiating bde with an rbf. You have no problem defending yourself or letting others know you’re not the one, or the two.

On top of that, he likes when you check him. You have a slick mouth and a sharp tongue, all of which Nash is fond of. He loves when you speak your mind, and each time you put him in his place, he finds himself staring at you with a dopey grin.

“What are you doing?” You ask Nash once you realize he’s not paying attention, to which he cornily responds with “falling in love all over again”.

You immediately roll your eyes and mush him away with your hand.

Loves your makeup and how bold it can be. Actually, your style was what pulled him in the first place. He did a double-take the minute you walked past him and he quickly ran after you to ask for your number.

You rejected him with a smile, of course. Which left Nash shocked, but also deepened his attraction to you even more. He was whipped from that second on— you just got it like that.

Also, your confidence is sexy as hell. The way you can easily make head turns with your demeanor alone is powerful. People literally break their necks to look at you, Nash being one of them.

You’re the pretty NBA wife type. Always sitting courtside with your shades on, the hottest outfit, and hands clapping as Nash makes a shot. The paparazzi love you, to put it simply.

Nash pays for all your hair appointments, nail appointments, and many shopping endeavors. You didn’t get with Nash because he had money, though that did play a significant role in whether or not you were going to give him your attention, but the fact he could provide for you with no questions asked makes you smirk in triumph. You’re truly spoiled with Nash snugly wrapped around your finger.

Though you can thrive without them, you tend to always be surrounded by friends or people in general. Your extroverted nature makes Nash very happy to have you alongside him, and you both quickly become the life of the party when you go out together.

You and Nash will be the couple that can’t get enough of each other. Pda and your intimacy are off the charts. The downside is that both of you tend to get jealous a lot of each other and can become petty really quickly.

Believe it or not, you can open up to Nash. He becomes very understanding about your feelings and will stop you dead in your tracks if he senses something made you upset.

Sometimes you don’t want to talk about all the things bothering you and will snap if he keeps pushing for a confession, but the second he pulls you firmly against his chest and kisses the top of your head, you oddly feel safe with him.

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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 4 months

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nsfw knb part 1: (Akashi, Midorima, Murasakibara, Aomine)

Thank you for the request, the other half kuroko, kagami, kise (the kkk?!?) will be up in a few days. knb was my first sports anime that I fell in love with. Takao supremacy.

Akashi:

He is very dominant in bed and gets off on a sense of control. It does matter to him if you are feeling good though, and Akashi checks in regularly to make sure you’re still on board.

Both personalities like bondage. Seeing you all helpless and needy is a major turn on for him. Akashi usually keeps a tight lid on his alter ego, but it does slip out in the bedroom sometimes.

Heterochromic Akashi greedily claims you as his prize, methodically stripping you of your dignity.

Akashi secretly likes exhibition, but will never let anyone actually see either of you vulnerable.

He insisted on binding you for a generation of miracles reunion. The rope harness under your clothes dug into you, as you tried to look as normal as possible. Suddenly you were aware of everyone’s gazes and praying they wouldn’t hear the soft vibration coming from under your clothes. “Be a good girl.” he whispers, turning the vibrations a degree higher. It’s likely no one suspects a thing, but it still feels like everyone can see right through you. Akashi carries on as usual, but the hungry looks he gives you feel like he’s lighting a beacon for everyone to see.

Midorima:

Midorima is repressed as all hell and tries to control himself and be proper, but as soon as he slides in you he can’t stop himself from pounding into you relentlessly.

Is not one to curse in his day to day life, but has a dirty mouth and spews profanity in the bedroom.

He holds a strong conviction that you are meant to be his, and will never let you go.

Eye contact is a thing for him, he likes to stare at you and the expressions you make.

While daydreaming, the idea of pictures popped in his head, but he was too embarrassed to bring it up and he hasn't worked up the courage yet.

“You’re tight,” he hisses, as he slides all the way in. His fingers are leaving indents in your thighs as he pulls you up instinctively, forgetting everything except the urge to go deeper, to be inside of you.

“Fuck! S-stop clenching like that… feels too good”

Aomine:

motherfucker can't keep his hands to himself. I think that as he grows older and matures his love of big boobs dies down to just a love of all boobs. He still likes them big of course, but he learns to appreciate all sizes of boobs.

Will lay his head on your chest to nap, making you unable to do much besides scroll on your phone. Withholding sex is a great way to motivate him, but when he finally has you after being pent up he’s 10x more aggressive.

Oddly though Aomine is more on the vanilla side of things. He likes rough sex but has no notable kinks. It would be more accurate to say that the only real sexual need he has is a soft and squeezable body.

"Baby... please lemme fuck you I can't take it anymore my cock is about to bust out of my pants!" He's already got one hand down his pants, the other undoing his belt.

"For the last time, no! We both need to finish our work! We can have sex afterwards." Unfinished emails and documents sit in front of you, as you literally push your horny boyfriend off of you.

Murasakibara:

lazy mf doesnt want to do shit but he’s fucking enormous. His favorite pastime is eating you out over and over until you’re properly ready to take his cock. It's not a problem for him because he loves to eat you out if he’s in the mood.

The oral fixation is real.

He is easy to rile up and prone to childish jealousy, feeling the need to stake his claim on you at the slightest hint of competition. Of course nobody in their right mind would pick a fight with him, but he still perceives anyone you talk to as a threat. He doesn't want to share your attention with anyone.

If you want sex, you gotta get him in the mood. If he wants sex he's picking you up and hauling you to the nearest room with a lock on the door. You've been unceremoniously kidnapped several times already.

It's always a little scary when your boyfriend is in a foul mood. The inkling of fear turns both of you on though.

"I told you, he wasn’t flirting with me! He wasn’t even talking to me!"

"He was looking at you. I could tell he wanted to fuck you." His voice is lower than usual, eyes narrowing to a glare. He inches closer, tying up his hair as he goes.

"Atsushi, I can take care of myself." A nervous wobble creeps into your voice though, and he backs you into a wall. His frame fills your line of sight, as he looms over you.

"No. My job is to take care of you."

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aomine-ryo · 9 months

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

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

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

- all characters are aged up

“Kise, you’re so rude.”

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

“Huh? Rude?” Kise furrowed his brows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah I guess—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” Was all you could muster out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

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

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

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

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

“No thanks,” Kise answered immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

meet me out front in 5?

A text from Aomine.

y/n: I can’t rn. At Kise’s x

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

y/n: that desperate? 😭

aomine: only for you princess <3

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

y/n: so cringe

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

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

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

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

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

“Aomine? What is Aominecchi doing texting you?”

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

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

“It’s not that serious—“

“THAT’S HIS CAR!” Kise cut you off.

“Kise, you need to calm down—“

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

“No we aren’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!”

“No!” You and Kise answered simultaneously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wouldn’t recommend you test that.”

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: ̗̀➛ tiny.

murasakibara has a size kink

pairing: Murasakibara Atsushi x reader

word count: 1,489

✎ smut, nsfw, explicit content

You didn’t notice it at first. You thought him cupping your hands between his was just a cute gesture. Or when he pulled you into bed and curled his massive frame around you until you were folded into a ball was just him being lazy and wanting to cuddle. You actually wouldn’t have caught it at all if that one fateful afternoon hadn’t happened.

It was a lazy Sunday, Atsushi’s favorite time of the week. Sundays meant no basketball practice and no school, which meant you had no reason to leave his bed unless it was to make food or pee. Currently you were laying between his legs, back against his chest with his chin resting on top of your head. He had propped a family sized pack of chips between your legs, reaching in and grabbing a piece every twenty seconds as his droopy eyes flitted over the laptop before you two. One of his hands was running lazy strokes over your bare thigh. It was quiet except for the sounds of the characters on the screen.

Every ten minutes or so, Atsushi would abandon the snacks in favor of wrapping both his arms around your middle and squeezing, nuzzling his face into the junction between your head and shoulder, inhaling deeply. He would bend forward until you curled under him, giggling at his affections.

“You’re so tiny, Y/N-cchin.” He cooed. “So cute.”

You opened your mouth to reply but all that came out was a gasp, feeling something long and hard press into the small of your back. You stiffened as the mood in the room shifted.

“Atsushi.” Your voice was breathy and quiet, feeling his lips meet the skin of your neck. Goosebumps rippled over your arms and your eyelids began to flutter shut when his hand on your thigh started inching up, fingers dipping below the seam of your shorts to tease the sensitive skin. Your intake of breath was sharp, and you felt Atsushi lean forward even more, effectively folding your body on itself. His arms wrapped around you tight, lips busy sucking a dark mark on your neck.

“Look how small you are,” he drawled, “I can cover you with my body completely. You won’t-” a pause while he squeezed your body. “You won’t be able to get away from me.”

You yelped as your body was suddenly lifted into the air and flipped, Atsushi now on top of you as your back hit the mattress. His shorts did nothing to disguise his hard on, pressing between your spread legs as he lapped at your neck like you were his latest snack.

You reeled at his words, feeling your body heat up at the implication. Oh.

“Atsushi,” your body buzzed in excitement as you thought out your next words. “You’re so much bigger than me. You could crush me completely.”

His moan was broken and it made you fill up with glee. Oh, the thought of this was destroying him. And you weren't fairing much better either. You could feel yourself dripping at the thought of your huge boyfriend holding you down until you couldn’t move. Until all you could do was lay there and take what he gave you.

He seemed to be on the same page as his hand played with the waistband of your shorts, teeth nibbling at your earlobe. “You want it, Y/N-cchin?” His voice had dropped a few octaves. “I’ll give it to you if you promise to take it all.”

You nodded into his hair, pulling your limbs further into yourself. You watched his eyes darken at the action, at the thought of you making yourself smaller for him. Your mind was getting hazy, playing into this newly discovered fantasy you didn’t know he had.

“I’ll try to take it.” You whispered. “But I don’t think I can.”

Of course you can. You had done it before. But you loved the way his lips twitched at the pretend apprehension in your voice. His expression turned devious as he stared down at your pliant body.

“We will just have to see, won’t we?”

Clothes came flying off after that, feverish kisses exchanged between you two as you felt Atsushi resist all of your actions. He slapped your hands away and pushed your body down over and over, making sure you knew how helpless you were compared to his overwhelming strength. You moaned and whined into his mouth, letting his tongue ravage every crevice. You loved it when he got like this. When he abandoned the slow, lazy sex and gave you more. And if you were anticipating correctly, today he was out to wreck you.

His heavy cock dragged over your slit, rock hard and throbbing. He hooked his hands under the backs of your knees and pushed your legs up until you were folded in half, making you sigh and squirm just a little. You bit your lip in exaggeration.

“Atsushi-kun, I can’t move at all.” You purred, watching him take in a shuddering breath as his hungry eyes ran over your pinned body. He gave you a grin.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t have to. You’re gonna take it like a champ, just like this.”

The head of his cock poked at your entrance and your eyes widened. Okay, this was new. Atsushi always prepped you. Always. Because it was true that he had a huge cock, and you couldn’t possibly take him without opening up on his fingers first. He registered the genuine apprehension on your face and you could feel his cock twitch at the sight. His eyes gleamed.

“Take it like a good girl, Y/N-cchin. No complaints~” And then he sank into you.

You gasped and your back arched, body struggling to accommodate his girth. Pain shot up from your core and through your torso as Atsushi pushed deeper and deeper, not pausing for one second until his balls slapped into your vulva, and you cried out when the head hit your cervix. He was moaning loud and unhindered, hands gripping your legs so hard you were sure he would leave bruises. Tears ran down the sides of your face and into your ears, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to relax your core, panting heavily.

“Aw, baby,” Atsushi bent forward when he saw your state, licking at the tears running down your temples, humming low. His cock twitched inside you, making you yelp. He was enjoying this too much, and that made you squirm in excitement. His enthusiasm was turning you on.

“You’re so big, Atsushi-kun.” You gasped out, clenching around him until he groaned. “You’re stretching me out. You’re going to tear me into two.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the pounding that came next.

He was fast and rough, slamming his hips hard into you with every thrust. You screamed and cried, more tears leaving your eyes. He leaned over you, your legs hooked over his shoulders and forehead pressed to yours, watching every little detail of your face closely as his cock tore through your pussy.

“Taking it so well, Y/N-cchin.” He muttered, his breath hitting your face. He licked at your lips. “Your tiny little pussy really wants me that bad? No matter how much it hurts, you’ll still let me crush you?”

You did nothing but babble out scrambled words in response, gripping tight at his biceps until your nails were digging into his skin. That seemed to spur him on even more. His hand reached between your legs, pinching your clit until you shrieked, rubbing it in hard, tight circles that had you arching your back off the bed and cumming all over his cock, eyes rolling up and legs seizing tightly. Atsushi groaned and kept going, prolonging your orgasm by not letting up his ministrations on your clit until you were sobbing and begging him to stop. You struggled against his grip, trying to push his hand away from your pussy but failing. He drove into you harder at the sight of you struggling against him.

“One more,” he moaned. “Come with me. Gimme one more-”

He pushed you into another orgasm fairly quickly after that, heavy balls slapping on your ass until he stilled deep inside you, cumming with a loud groan that washed over you like warm water. Both of you heaved long breaths, trying to blink through the roaring in your ears.

You whined when he finally pulled out of you and lowered your legs. They were trembling and twitching with fatigue, making Atsushi snicker and kiss the inside of your thighs. He bit and licked at your salty, sweat-covered skin.

“Well,” you sighed. “That was new.”

He hummed and fell down on top of you, making you groan in protest. He shoved his face into your neck when your fingers reached up and carded through his damp hair. Already, you could feel sleep encroaching on your mind.

“Next time, I’m taking you against the wall.”

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