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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 4 months

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Someone Worth Loving | Yandere!Imayoshi Shouichi

for anon who asked "in which a popular s/o was the crush of imayoshi in first year until there year, but s/o didn't want to be tie down so they just play around, and yan! imayoshi was a delusional to think that he's special. i think imayoshi will be very oc, so feel free to change something hehe. i love your writing style and works" this was fun to write, challenging but also a good chance to have a think about yandere!imayoshi further and outside my usual box for him. he's not particularly delusional here - i just can't see someone as socially aware and intelligent as ima being a delusional yandere. but i figured the combination of a) him not being a control freak and being pretty laidback; having that darker side, but also not wanting people to perceive him as evil unlike hanamiya + b) probable abandonment/grief issues after losing his mum + c) liking prim and proper girls = a more intriguing and unique yandere than i usually give him credit for. so thanks for the ask anon, and without further ado... content warning for slight explicit-ness. this is a yandere fic - it's not romance, and it's written accordingly.

It was love at first sight for Imayoshi.

On that fatal first day, you skipped through the doors of the Touou classroom that you would share with Imayoshi for the next three years, holding hands with a ‘friend’ you had befriended just minutes prior (whom, Imayoshi already understood, would be forgotten about as soon as someone more suitable appeared to take her place), asking her where they should sit.

The other girl pointed to two empty desks near the front. That was when you let go of her hand.

“I just have to sit by the windows,” you said, not at all apologetically, as if it was a given, not even sparing a second glance at the girl beside you - her eyes a little wide, almost a touch teary as she realised that she was already being demoted to rank of Friendless First Year.

There was only one seat left near the windows. They’d have to split up. And the remaining chair was by fellow first year Imayoshi, who was pulling a pen out his backpack, pondering whether to ignore you or put on a show of bored confidence and do introductions.

As he pondered, you sat down beside him. Your knee briefly pressed against his. Then panicked, pulled away. You looked around the classroom as if you were ignoring your seatmate by accident, just curious about all the new faces. You had felt the sparks too.

It took only this long - just those few seconds - for Imayoshi to stumble across realisations that would affect the rest of his life.

(1) For all that confidence you showed off - confidence that, as you grew older, would become glam and men double your age wrapping their arms around your shoulders - you were an insecure coward like the crowds of girls who looked up to you from the distance.

(2) Imayoshi was feeling something. At the time, he called it curiosity; it would take later introspections for it to be correctly labelled as love.

Not that there was much reason to love you, at the beginning anyway. Though the two of you talked often, quick conversations in at least a couple classes a day, they were nothing but the usual seatmate discussions. You, an idiot, had cottoned onto the fact that Imayoshi was breezing through every class. You put on your usual batting-eyelashes persona, cutesy obsequiousness (“I’m so sorry to bother you again, but for number 13...”) punctuated with meaningless sweet-nothings (“Honestly, Shouichi, you’re the best. I love you.”), and who was he to deny your requests for help?

Of course, with anyone else, Imayoshi would have gotten fed up by now - the occasional question was fine, but in almost every lesson? - yet it was cute how you thought you could rely on him. Like you seriously believed that him talking you through integrating exponentials meant you could trust him.

When he’d walk into the classroom at break, while you were sat gossiping with all your girlfriends (an ever-expanding plague of copycats, B-rate versions of you), they’d all stop talking but you.

You’d say, “don’t worry about him - that’s my bestie, Shouichi. He’s literally saving my grade right now.”

And then everyone would go back to gossiping, and you’d flash him a quick smile, and Imayoshi would never comment on how he technically hadn’t given you permission to use his first name, or on how it was so fucking stupid of you to dismiss him as the nerd who let you copy his answers sometimes. Like he didn’t have ears; like he was just one of your pawns; like he didn’t own you.

Okay, that was an exaggeration. Maybe. But Imayoshi did in fact have ears, and he was a being with agency who overheard plenty of gossip and rumours, gossip that could destroy your sweet little reputation - not to mention your relationship with your parents - if he so chose. The fact that he didn’t was chivalry in action. Anyone else would have faced his bored wrath - he’d already manipulated a few rumours such that you had discarded one of your close friends on account of them.

Yet, for the time being, he was content letting you bathe in the sunlight.

After all, he couldn’t have his future wife kicked out of school for being a pathetic, needy slut who couldn’t let a party finish without having at least slammed her lips on at least one total stranger.

If you got expelled, you wouldn’t be in the yearbook. And then what would the two of you reminisce over, twenty years from now, cuddling on the sofa?

So he tried to be content with observing you, playing his part as the polite nerd, and it worked for over a year. There were highs (you cheering him on during the final basketball match in your first year); there were lows (you had brought some brainless baseball jock to the match). But Imayoshi endured. Imayoshi took his time. Imayoshi let you gush over how happy you were to be sitting next to him again in your second year - “you’re my guardian angel, Shou-chan”. Imayoshi turned a blind eye to the partying and the boys, who lingered by the classroom door hoping to catch sight of you, and the never-ending stream of friends, and the way you’d smile at him like you adored him, only to switch it off as soon as the class was over. As soon as you had no more use for him.

Imayoshi, mature for his age, understood that he couldn’t make you who he wanted you to be overnight. Unfortunately, it seemed that girls like you just had to go through this phase.

It was in the third year that things went downhill.

When it rains, it pours. On the first day of term, you hadn’t greeted him when you entered the classroom, too busy texting frantically on your phone, a new fluffy pink keychain dangling from it that didn’t match any of your girl friends’ and so had to be a gift from a stranger.

Imayoshi had greeted you, of course.

But when you had looked up briefly to smile and say hi back, he had been demoted: "Shouichi" instead of "Shou-chan".

You were working harder than before too. Suddenly, the two of you were working in silence side by side, your hair falling over your face, hiding it from Imayoshi. You never once tucked it behind your ear to ask Imayoshi for the answers to the next section. You just sat and wrote away, like you fancied yourself the best in the class now. Clearly, you’d been studying over the holiday. Fine. Good even - Imayoshi couldn’t marry a complete fool, even an obedient housewife needed some brains. But to reject him because of it? Discard him like all the other toys you got bored of using?

He felt his anger swell and spin in a strength of feeling he had not known since his mother died. Murder occurred to him; abduction no longer seemed unreasonable. He tucked away duct tape and rope and sleeping pills in a shelf his sister could not reach, locked it for good measure, and spent his nights tossing and turning and questioning his own identity.

He heard rumours you were in trouble. Kicked out the house, financial issues, an abortion: almost everything got mentioned. Someone had a friend whose mum was a cop, and apparently you’d been visiting the police station following a domestic violence case, a prostitution case, or maybe just a mugging. The specifics were unclear and frequently changed, but Imayoshi took sight of the bruises on your neck and arms, just visible under layers of concealer, and on he went pondering.

He would never get the truth out of you directly, no. These days, whenever he entered the classroom at break, you and your few remaining trusted friends whispered until he left. The trust was gone; and the gossip no longer appropriate for male ears to hear.

A complete stranger would have been treated in the same way. A stranger.

He’d put so much work into you, spent two years as a loyal servant, letting you feel smug and superior, and this was what he fucking got for it?

"Imayoshi was not rash," he told himself.

"Imayoshi wants to be rash," his reflection parroted back to him.

“Imayoshi?” called Susa, nudging him in the middle of a study session, “you okay?”

“Tired,” replied Imayoshi, realising that the page in front of him was still empty.

He smiled an easy smile, and forced the thought of you out of his mind before he snapped his pencil in two.

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And “he’s tired” was what Susa repeated when Harasawa, fiddling with his hair, asked why Imayoshi acting a bit out of it today.

The coach glanced at Imayoshi with critical eyes, and saw a stranger in him. “Do you want to take a break?”

“I’ll be alright.“ Imayoshi forced the familiar grin across his lips yet again. “Some match play will wake me up.”

The last thing he needed was some time away from basketball. For every minute he wasn’t concentrating on the game, he was thinking of you smiling at male ‘friends’, you cuddling up with police officers, you flirting with strangers on the street, you and that miniskirt you wore everywhere outside of school and the men who would stare and you feeding into their attraction, and they’d put a hand around your waist and let their fingers slip underneath your tights, and they’d murmur “hotel?” to you, and you’d rub up against them and-

Sakurai passed the ball to Imayoshi, and the captain dribbled and felt a moment’s peace. He passed it back to Wakamatsu, standing ready under the hoop-

You’d be pulling off your clothes real slow, really teasing them, and they’d be touching and licking and sucking on that skin that belonged to Imayoshi alone. They’d throw you to the bed; you squeal, maybe whimper at the big bad man standing in front of you. God you’d be noisy, slut that you are - you wouldn’t talk to Imayoshi any more but you wouldn’t shut up for these salarymen (why did Momoi have to mention that word on the street was you were in the JK business now? If hearing of you being with classmates wasn’t torture enough!), even when you were gagging you’d be crying out, tears in your eyes, and maybe they beat you, maybe they ground into you until you couldn’t walk, your underwear ripped, miniskirt stained around your hip, lying hopelessly on a bed in an empty room, your skin littered with both hickeys and bruises.

Maybe you’d pray for a better life. The audacity to pray having spent all these years betraying him.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” muttered Susa in the changing room, briefly squeezing his friend's shoulder.

Imayoshi looked around feeling like he’d awoken from a nightmare.

Everyone but Imayoshi had long finished changing out of their kit. People were talking, laughing, bouncing a spare basketball against the wall. Aomine, despite being a known virgin, was proudly announcing his list of the easiest lays in the school. Your name came in at number two. And before Imayoshi could ask Aomine how he knew that if all he spent his free time doing was jerking off to magazine pages, Wakamatsu interjected.

Wakamatsu told Aomine not to talk about you like that.

Wakamatsu was blushing.

"You fucking siren," murmured Imayoshi under his breath, thinking of the way you used to bat your eyelashes at him.

Something about the blonde made Imayoshi see mistakes like never before. God himself couldn’t have made it any clearer. Imayoshi had let you run wild for too long, and in your own sickness you had diseased everyone else too. You had brought shame to yourself, and - worse - to the Imayoshi name that you would one day take on as your own.

It was time to remind you to whom you belonged. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be too late to make you an honourable housewife, an obedient little dog.

“You still there?” said Susa with a little more concern, nudging Imayoshi again.

“Don’t worry,” and this time Imayoshi didn’t need to force that closed-eye, cruel grin. “I’ve got something to sort out, and then I’ll be back to normal.”

He would teach you that he had never been your toy.

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spiderlily-w1tch-blog · 4 months

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【ＫＵＲＯＫＯ　ＮＯ　ＢＡＳＵＫＥ】

𝚂𝙴𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽

Kagami Taiga

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kuroko Tetsuya

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Izuki Shun

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Hyuuga Junpei

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Mitobe Rinnosuke ¹

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kogane Shinji ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚃𝙾𝙾

Aomine Daiki

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Imayoshi Shoichi

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Wakamatsu Kousuke

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Harasawa Katsunori

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚈𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙽

Murasakibara Atsushi

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Himuro Tatsuya

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚄𝚃𝙾𝙺𝚄

Takao Kazunari ¹

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Midorima Shintarou ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙺𝙰𝙸𝙹𝙾𝚄

Kise Ryouta ¹

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kasamatsu Yukio ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚁𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚉𝙰𝙽

Shirogane Eiji

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁

Aida Kagetora

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

【Ｂａｃｋ　ｔｏ　Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔｓ】

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ibunshi · 2 months

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made a few create your own scenario bots

Imayoshi Shoichi

Aomine Daiki

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suvidrache · 8 months

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into you

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 683 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist

Summary: a vacation with shoichi. warning: reader is female.

His hands were on your hips. Your mouth against his. Your back is against the wall. His hips ground against you, and you pressed harder against him, wishing nothing more than for him to be inside of you. He pulled away, and his lips were on your neck as he pressed himself harder into you. He gently bit your neck as you let out a moan. His nose gently brushed against your neck, hesitating for a moment. He was hard and still pressed against you; the feeling making you wet. He looked at you, and just when you were about to look away, he took your face in his hands. He smirked as his eyes met yours, and you felt your cheeks burn. He was always good at reading people. He read them as easily as reading a book. Sometimes, you hated it. Hopefully, he will be nice this time.

"I want you to say it." He said, his voice making you close your legs. He was between them, and his smile only grew wider. He knew exactly what you were thinking and what you wanted, but of course, he had to tease you now.

Your eyes shifted away, and he moved in, his lips on your neck, before he pulled away to look at you once again.

"I want you in me." You said with your eyes, looking into his eyes.

He smiled, "Of course, darling." His hands found their way up your shirt, and then it was off, tossed somewhere in the room. He removed his shirt before stepping back and removing the remainder of his clothes. Whether you bothered taking your skirt off or not, it didn't matter. You were once again pressed up against the wall. His hand between your legs working at rubbing your clit. You moaned and rocked your hips against him. His thumb continued to rub against you. Two of his fingers found their way inside of you. Sliding in and out slowly, you let out a moan and rocked yourself against him. His other hand grasped your hip and pressed you against the wall. He would speed up. Eventually, until then, he continued his slow pace. He went faster as he inserted a third finger into you. His tip leaking pre-cum, he continued until you came, and then he removed his hand. He stroked himself a couple of times and couldn't help but let out a moan before he slid himself into you. His hands were on your hips as he lifted you off the ground. Your arms were around him as he began to thrust his hips slowly. In and out of you, he enjoyed teasing you in any way that he could. His pace quickened, and he went harder. You both were moaning here and there. Your hands tightened around his shoulders as you began to cum, and he soon followed after.

It was a hot summer. Neither one of you could stand the heat any longer and decided to take a vacation somewhere. It took a few days to get there, and you couldn't help but look at him, wanting him in you, from time to time. You didn't want to admit that, and you hoped he didn't notice how you looked at him. Of course he did. He was great at knowing just about anything from a person. When you walked through the hotel and took an elevator, he stood close to you. It was almost as if he were pressing you up against the elevator, with one hand on the wall behind you, but he didn't do anything further. He knew exactly what he was doing and how it made you feel. Still, you remained quiet, and when you walked through the hotel room and set your bags down. He pressed you up against the wall. If he had gone too far or you wanted him to stop at any point, he would've known, or you could have said something and he would have stopped and apologized, but you didn't. You wanted him to keep going, and he knew that.

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seizuki · 4 months

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The lack of Izuki Shun x reader and Imayoshi Shoichi x Reader highly disappoint me.

NIJIMURA TOO.

#izuki Shun #imayoshi shoichi #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basquet #kuroko's basketball #knb #pleaseeeee i beg someone to write them #nijimura too #nijimura shuuzou #nijimura shuzo

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tetsunabouquet · 6 months

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Could you please do hatefucking with the bad boys? (Hanamiya, Haizaki, Imayoshi and Nash)

A/N: Here will be some small drabbles for each! HAPPY KINKTOBER!

(18+)

Hanamiya had a long list of why he hated you. How you got under his skin by always being one step ahead of him with that angelic look on your face when you both knew you could be just as calculated as he was, how every act of innocence was just you walking around with a holier then thou attitude. He hated how you could lazile eye him as a cat throughout the classroom, so drowsy yet something lurking underneath that he would always come to discover what it meant until it was too late. He hated how you always breezed by, never allowing him to find any dirt on you he could use. Hanamiya was consumned by those angry thoughts, blinded as his fingers wrapped themselves around your slim throat, as he pushed his pulsating length into you. He rammed himself in your pussy, as you tried to gasp underneath his rough fucking, tears pooling in your eyes. As he let go, the rush of oxygen filling your lungs made you climax, ruining his uniform. At the sight of yet again being slighted by you, he kept slamming himself balls deep until he came, wanting to defile your unprotected cunt just as you had defiled him. Perhaps that would teach you.

Haizaki had been intending to break you like this for a long time. Since middle school, really. When you had the nerve, to laugh to your friends how on earth Maiko could have dumped Kise for him? You had called him an average looking loser, and the haughty look on your face was one he had wanted to wipe off for a long time. Haizaki might not have been super intelligent, but this plan of his had been a stroke of genius and he was grateful to how he it had paid off. How you were crying as he had pushed your chest against the desk with brute force, how you couldn't escape with his hand golding your uniform so tightly, how you were drooling all over your paperwork as he fucked you without mercy. Your homework was getting ruined, and ink was staining your left cheek, but Haizaki couldn't care less. Let everyone see you were getting bullied by the cock you mocked so often, he wanted to see you walk around with his creampie dripping down your legs. His groans and your blissful whining filled the room, and you never thought you would have done anything so dirty and shameful, moaning like a bitch as Haizaki fucked you as if you were one. "Who's cock is making you feel good now?" He growled, and you clenched your walls pathetically around him. "Yours," you said as tears ran across your cheeks. "That's what I thought!"

Imayoshi had been at his limit with your antics. You always had the bloodboiling habit to show up in the library when he was studying and making a ruckus. Who on earth, was so impolite to constantly cause a scene in the library? That truly was having a complete lack of manners. Imayoshi had gone over countless scenarios of how he could shut you up, but none was so satisfying as this was; seeing you on your knees as you choked on his cock. The only sounds you were making now, was slurping and gagged noises that sounded way too cute as you should sound. The way you looked so extremely sexy, was sending his hands into your hair as he angrily slammed his cock down your throat. How could someone as annoying, aggrivating as you, dare to look so tempting to him? The anger was burning his skin, just as his arousal was. This wasn't enough. He undid the tie to his uniform. "Get up." You did as he ordered, and he shoved his tie that he had curled up into a ball, into your mouth. He grabbed you by your legs, making you land on the table with your back; a loud smack heard but nothing else, as Imayoshi reached up to pull your panties down. You could only breathe in deeply through your nose, before he slammed himself inside of you.

Nash Gold Jr surprisingly had a small list of things he hated, considering who he was. Your name was at the top of that tiny little list. You were the little sister of Marcus the Magical, who had been his primary rival in basketball since the three of you were but little kids, your snotty face always so eager to rub it in his face how Marcus was pure magic whilst Nash was just practicing your big brother's craft. That attitude you had, whilst you didn't play at all, was the reason why your name was higher on his list then your brother's. And finally, Nash had been able to achieve the thing he had been craving since puberty; Your body pressed against a locker, your limbs hanging around awkwardly as he used you as a fuckdoll after having beaten your brother at last. It was the ultimate victory, seeing your brother's face twist with disbelief and anger, seeing your shocked and scared little face as he dragged you into the locker room and hearing the broken moans errupting from your throat as he pumped his dick into your wet little pussy. "I should have known an uptight bitch like you was still a virgin." He hissed, your pussy quivering at the sensation of being forced open and receiving a rockhard cock. You couldn't say anything, you had lost your tongue. The only things on your mind was how your brother, his team and the entirety of Jabberwock could hear you sob Nash's name and that delicious dick making you a woman.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #knb x reader #hanamiya makoto #haizaki shougo #imayoshi shoichi #nash gold jr #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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Hey! Could I get Imayoshi, Murasakibara and Mitobe (separately) at practice, their teammates see all the hickeys and love bites their s/o left on them. Thank you! Take care :)

Oh Lord....pray for them....

Imayoshi/Mitobe/Murasakibara with hickies at practices

Imayoshi

“Yo! Imayoshi-taichou! What’s that on your neck?”

Imayoshi gave a confused ‘hn’ at Wakamatsu’s question. Loud and billowing across the court. “You look like you had a nest of mosquitos use the back of your neck for a diner!”

The older teen was still very confused, but then quickly realized what his teammate was talking about and tried to remain calm. Figure out a way to explain it away.

Then he heard a low chuckle next to him. “Hehehe....I know what it is....” Aomine said, in his low, ominous timber, as he made an impossible half court shot from where he was standing.

“Aomine-kun, you don’t have to be here today.” Imayoshi said. Sounding cheerful, as the light glinted off his glasses at the younger man. “The rest of you, go run laps. If you have time to worry about my neck, you have too much time on your hands. I want laps until the beams sweat!” That was a close call.

Mitobe

“Mitobe-senpai?” The taller, senior player stopped shooting free throws and looked down at Kuroko when he came up to him. Smiling softly to give him the affirmative to ask his question. “Are you ok? Something is wrong with your neck. There are red splotches all over it.”

Mitobe just continued to look at him. Soft smile still on his face, for an uncomfortable handful of moments, before he turned away and went back to free throws.

“Oy, Mitobe-senpai? Mitobe-senpai? .....Mitobe-senpai....”

Murasakibara

“Murasakibara, is everything alright?”

The tall, hulking teen looked dully down at Himuro at his question. “Yeah? Why Murochin?”

“Well....your chest...” He seemed concerned. And looking around now Murasakibara could tell that everyone else seemed concerned about it to. So they had sent Himuro as an ambassador to ask. “There is concern that you might actually be allergic to practice.”

“I wish.” Murasakibara replied as he pulled his jersey from his gym locker. How nice that would be if he had a doctor’s note out of practice. “No. They’re from [Y/N]-chin. I wouldn’t share my snacks so they took a bite out of me. Then another. Then another. Then-“Ok! I think we get it.” Himuro replied, covering his face and hiding his blush as his tall friend literally pointed out the marks. He really had no guile or shame, did he?

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lamnwar · 7 months

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hey there, love <3

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shoichee · 2 years

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Hello! First of all I wanna say that I really love your writing! It has me excited every time!!

I had this idea for a while and it always makes me go SOFT!

Haizaki, Imayoshi and Hanamiya (Separately) X f!reader. Like Reader would have a massive crush but it's basic friendship between them so they're really close friends/best friends. And since reader is friends with those baddies Reader usually keeps a tough front so one day Reader can't really hold it no more and Goes "Shut up and Just Hug me" while bawling her eyes out? Like I bet those baddies wouldn't know how to react but I think it would be really cute!!

Anyways Have a Good Day/Night Hun!! All the Love!!

ANON THE WAY THIS PROMPT HAS BEEN ON MY MIND THE ENTIRE 6 MONTH HIATUS, IM SO EXCITED TO FINALLY BE ABLE TO WRITE THIS BLESS UR GENIUS MIND, but wow this prompt is so damn challenging because these 3 are assholes in their own ways—

Also Note: these headcanons are hella long (this entire thing is collectively 19 pages long), like each feels like a whole anime arc LMAO because these three characters having a “favorable” reaction to the reader crying would need a ton of context, which includes: how they met, their relationship dynamics, and such… and these three also have their own definitions of what a “tough” reader is to them… so without further ado, I guess I’m beginning my active status with a big bang…

I would like to tag: @takatul @mihangry @nadav-ii @roppongiperfume @carinacassiopeiae @seijurosempress @kkeke99 @4kominato @bunny-girl-lia (@dust-of-fandoms | edit: it finally me tag you, and I cackled at your reblog hashtag LMAOO) and I would love to tag more people who stuck by me when I was active before, but I can’t find them/tag them! This longest headcanon yet is dedicated to you all and everyone else reading this... mess~

[Tough front f!reader]

Imayoshi Shoichi

you guys probably first met as classmates

sure, there could be a possible scenario where you guys met through basketball, but even so, Imayoshi isn’t the type to take note of people unless they’re in teams Touou has faced before/has a huge reputation… so the chance of him actually wanting to get to know you beyond your face and name is near zero

but on the other hand, as classmates… 1.) he’s pretty much forced to see you around every day and familiarize himself with your presence and habits regardless of what he does 2.) sharing the same class means that you both are smart smart (and someone who shares the same intellectual capacity as him is a MUST to get close to him)

good rule of thumb: the more classes you share with him (throughout the years, because the Japanese school system is quite the opposite of the American system), the faster you become closer together, because that naturally translates to more opportunities for Imayoshi to annoy you more

but half of the friendship development also requires your personality/reactions/things of that nature that might hold his intrigue for a long time

he’s met his fair share of people who have similar wit and irritability as himself, so if he met another Imayoshi-like individual… sure, it’s fun and entertaining as hell, but somewhat predictable in its own right since they’re, well… himself—and he’d like to think he knows himself very well (like Aomine being able to predict Kise even when he copied his basketball style of playing, for example)

imagine if there was a person out there who’s so stone-faced, so blank and unflinching at nearly everything, yet cold and spartan

spoiler alert: it’s you

and wow, holy shit—whenever you’re in the room, the temperature just drops several degrees celsius

everyone’s at least wary of you, and you didn’t even do anything wrong—your presence just elicits that impression out of everyone

Imayoshi couldn’t help but blow a slow whistle the first time he witnessed this with his own eyes

who would’ve thought he found a Kuroko and an Akashi (...before he lost at the Winter Cup) in one individual… let alone a girl (not that he cares about gender, but he’s amused that you’re an oddity in the average Japanese societal norm of a woman)

he had to do some probing, he can’t help it: the opportunity was too good to pass up

“Yo!” he calls out, approaching your desk on the first day of class. “Looks like we’re seated next to each other for the year. It’s nice to meet you, (l/n)-san.” (his polite Kansai accent never fails to stick out in the room)

you merely look at him before you went back to reading whatever book you had in your hand; he looks closer to note that you’re already getting started on the assigned book for the upcoming lessons

so what if he didn’t get a welcoming reply back? that’s fine with him; not everyone’s friendly on the first encounter

either way, he makes himself too comfortable on his seat, stretching out his limbs before he pulled out his usual pen to twirl around out of boredom

and that’s what happened every time he entered class, always making an over-friendly remark or two before you looked at him in silence momentarily

pretty soon, you’ve stopped giving him attention completely, blatantly ignoring him when he calls out for you early in the morning

a slow grin snaked its way onto his face the first time this happened

“How cruel, (l/n)-san! You hurt my feelings every time you don’t reply to me, you know? Really now, to think my efforts for friendship get constantly snuffed mercilessly. You’re really gonna make me cry.”

“Then cry.”

(cue everyone near you two slightly scooching their desks away in fear for their safety)

Imayoshi dropped his grin in hearing you reply for the first time

“No one’s stopping you,” you continued, yet your eyes were still on your own table, minding your own business, as if Imayoshi wasn’t worth your attention to begin with

“Yikes, you’re actually really evil,” he dryly remarked

“Cry about it.”

(YOU’RE JUST KILLING HIM WITH THE STRAIGHTEST FACE, HOW IS THIS HAPPENING…)

the worst thing was, Imayoshi couldn’t get a read from you one bit; normally he can “read minds” based on analyzing any body reaction or facial expression changes… but you exhibit nothing to base anything off of

Imayoshi has truly met an equal opponent for his wit, because you confirmed his assumption that you had much to say about things even if you never chose to indulge in social interactions, and it’s not like you’re bad at conversations—you just choose not to participate

pretty soon, he goes from giving daily “morning greetings” to pestering you at EVERY given moment throughout the day in the classroom

the teacher’s busy setting up a new lesson? you’re gonna hear some comment. it’s break time? you’re enduring comments for at least 10 minutes. you’re assigned to work with your “desk partner” for a class activity? you do your share of the work before giving the paper to him wordlessly… all while hearing his comments

“Honestly, with how much you run your mouth, I’m very much surprised your lips haven’t grown wings and flapped off of your face yet.”

you’re… a little impressed with his tenacity, thinking that he’d give up talking to you after realizing how fruitless his efforts would be… and mind you, Imayoshi was talking to a wall for nearly a damn month now, almost a month and a half

he’s a bit too patient for the wrong things, you think

“I’m flattered,” he easily shoots back with that infuriating grin. “But they say my charm lies in my linguistic abilities. I’m afraid I can’t afford to lose them just yet.”

“That is creepy,” you blankly deadpan at his smirk, before you return your gaze to the board… but you can easily feel his intense scrutiny in your peripheral vision

a day never goes by without multiple interactions like the ones described above happen

it slowly went from you ignoring him to you giving one-word responses like: “Great.” // “How nice.” // “Right.” // “That’s cool.”

you’re somewhat similar to him, he notices; you’re always polite with everyone, yet there’s always a clipped, frosty edge to your words that unsettles them

like how his politeness drips with a bit of jabs and arrogance that never truly puts anyone at ease

when Touou lost the first round at the Winter Cup, he was surprised to see you approach him the day after, and the first thing that comes out of your mouth was:

“Congratulations, Imayoshi-kun,” you said. “That loss was a spectacular show to witness.”

“You wound me,” he languidly sighs with his hands up in the air. “Must you rub salt in the fresh wound? Dear me, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were checking on my well-being.”

you finally give a slow blink to indicate some type of… reaction, though that’s not much at all

“Yes,” was all you said. “You are correct. Take this.”

… wow

the nerve

he’s… speechless

how the hell did you know of his drawing habits, and how the hell did you imitate it exactly?

and since when did you ever pay attention to basketball??

he’s processing a lot of things right now, but he first notices the “Congratulations on losing” and “101-100,” which was the final score of yesterday’s game

… you were watching them play?

“... My, my…” he coos. “I have many questions. Let’s start with the one about how much you’ve been actually staring at me in order to figure out that I drew in class, let alone how I draw.”

he looks up to anticipate an answer, but all you simply do is stare at him more intensely before you tilt your head slightly… as if you had no idea what he was talking about

his grin only grows wider, taking your silence as a challenge, and he puts your sketch on the table and gets up to step closer towards you and lean his body forward, hands in his pockets

of course, your expression never changes, simply moving your head back from the tilted position

“... It helps to open your eyes more, Imayoshi-kun. Maybe you’ll notice things you haven’t been privy to before. Your pen scribbles are irritating to hear on the regular, so my poor eyes witnessing such grotesque imagery was an unfortunate inevitability.”

“Ah-ha!~” he chimes, cracking his eyes open for the first time to you. “Is that so?”

you widen your own eyes slightly in response to making eye contact with his gaze for the first time, and damn Imayoshi for noticing it, because he immediately pulled away in extreme satisfaction and sat at his desk

and yet another day of school started soon after, but this time, Imayoshi was giving off the smuggest aura

. . .

after Touou gets eliminated from the Winter Cup, Imayoshi takes this free time as an opportunity to study for college entrance exams… while also bothering you on the pretense of “study buddies” since you two were in the same grade

though you were still as cold and collected as ever, you were WAYY more talkative with him at this point, though most of the dialogues exchanged were nothing more than him trying to ruffle your feathers up and you deflecting his attempts

and the entire 3rd year was just you two “bantering” (if you can even call it that), but no one would ever see either of you without the other

still, neither of you could deny that both of you guys are really efficient in terms of working together to get things done, where both of you turn serious and start analyzing the objective at hand

these times are when you guys have the more genuine conversations on more personal topics and such:

“I didn’t take you as someone who has a sister.”

“How mean! She’s raised very well as a respectable lady, y’know?”

“We seem to have two different definitions of ‘respectable,’ because have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Another female you sounds like an incoming migraine.”

“I can reassure you that she’s the considerate type of girl.”

“If you insist.”

or maybe another convo like:

“(l/n)-san, do you always have your face stuck in cement?”

“... Pardon?”

“You remind me of a few people who always have their faces as blank as a sheet—it’s kind of terrifying.”

“Always been like this. It’s more convenient this way to scare away nuisances, don’t you think Evil Glasses-san?”

“Clearly it’s not working.” (dryly replied, as always)

everyone’s terrified of you two and would clear the way every time they saw you guys walking by, let’s make that clear

both of you are clearly very polite and proper, always taking rules and responsibilities into consideration… but what the fuck, y’all are way too menacing—seriously, Sakurai wants to RUN to the opposite direction whenever you’re in his field of vision

you’ve been down lately though—and increasingly more somber as spring was coming closer that year—though, it’s more of the air you give off that would indicate this, rather than your facial expressions

in truth, you knew that your time with Imayoshi would most likely end once you two graduated, because he only interacted with you out of curiosity and convenience

but even though you guys were done with taking the exam, Imayoshi still comes to annoy you and hang out with you, so you were secretly relieved that you guys were still “close” in that sense

you become acquainted with Susa, the one who was unfortunate enough to be Imayoshi’s good friend and study partner before you came along; both of you share a mutual understanding and common ground of dealing with Imayoshi’s shit 24/7

. . .

alas, it’s a couple days before the 3rd years graduated, but you aren’t overjoyed at the fact that you are going to move onto a new chapter of your life

quite the contrary, you didn’t like what you were going to leave behind after your last day of being at Touou (yeah, it’s Imayoshi, but you didn’t want to admit it to avoid making this inevitability all the more tangible)

you were alone for once in one of the courtyards, having those moments of quiet contemplation, but for the first time in a long time, you felt tears streaming down your face, you heart feeling a painful squeeze at coming to terms about your inner emotions

your head raises up at the sound of leaves crunching, and lo and behold, it’s almost as if your thoughts summoned him to you

unlike his usual infuriating grin, his face was one of seriousness as he gauges your face… you’re crying

and you’re just staring at him silently even with the tears streaming

he’s a bit unnerved, but he’s a practical one, his mind racing thousands of miles an hour to crack down what you currently need and what the cause of your tears was

he’s an asshole, but he’s not heartless, and lately, he’d been feeling a soft spot for you

“... Do you want solace, silence, or solutions?”

you wordlessly walk to him before tightly hugging him

his eyes are cracked open, trying to figure out what the hell is going on

“... shut up and just hug me.”

he chuckles a bit before gingerly reciprocating, musing, “To think you would want all of the above—didn’t take you as a greedy person, (l/n)-san.”

you both share a comforting silence before you separate yourself from him… you didn’t dare raise your gaze to look at his face, knowing fully well that he was gonna hold this over your head for a long time

“... You never stop running your mouth, do you?”

“But you like me all the same, yes?”

you say nothing, but you stared up at him, your eyes slightly wide and mouth parted from what he was presuming as your way of being shocked… but what’s this?

he can’t tell if there’s a smidge of a flush on your skin or if his eyes are finally playing a trick on him

with the last of your tears still on your lashes, he might dare to call you beautiful

“I told you that my linguistic abilities are crucial to my charm.”

and you immediately went back to your default expression of indifference at his antics

“… You’re annoying.”

“You really can’t afford to be nice for a moment…!” he exclaims in mock-hurt. “But we both know that’s not what you’re really thinking.”

you finally give a sign of defeat—a long resigned sigh—before you opted to walk past him

that is, until Imayoshi stops you by putting his two hands on your shoulders and pulling you back a bit towards him

“Whoa there! You’re really going to leave me up in the air like that? Aren’t you curious enough to stay and let me finish?” you didn’t even have to turn around to know that he had a scheme in his mind

“Letting you finish has never been a good idea,” you dryly reply, and Imayoshi can’t help but genuinely laugh at you inheriting some of his own mannerisms at this point

he brings you even closer, his hands going from on your shoulders to slowly snaking them around your clavicles as he settles his head atop your left shoulder

“Even if I told you that I, too, find you too amusing to let go?”

“Who said I found you amusing as well?” you finally turn your head to his face

“Ah, but you didn’t deny that you didn’t want to let me go either,” he smirks, but it turns slightly more affectionate as he leans closer. “Say, I have a proposal that would be a solution to your current ‘predicament.’ Say that we both graduate, yes? There will be new challenges to tackle as an adult, no doubt. I can graciously offer you my indisposable intelligence for years to come in exchange…” his thumb brushes over your lips, his own lips curling up more when he feels how you got warmer from his touch “... for this?... How about it, (y/n)?”

Haizaki Shōgo

were you guys childhood friends? were you friends during middle school when he used to hang out with some of the Teiko kids? did you somehow worm your way to have connections with people he knew in some shape or form? friends with one of the starters in the Fukuda Sōgō team before you met Haizaki? classmates or ex-classmates/partners through coincidental circumstances led you to hang around even outside of school? did he once hit on you but you vehemently rejected his offer for a one-night stand?

the mystery of the beginnings of this strange friendship was always a subject of gossip and speculation (rightfully so)

but most likely, he probably tried to hit on you like any other girl, but you were the first to not only openly defy him and cuss him out, but also fend off his physical violence successfully through self-defense techniques by yourself

that HELLA surprised him… and also pissed him off

but he left you alone… until he came back to annoy you again a few days later after his pride recovered enough to face you again

“feisty” was what he often likes to call you nowadays

yes, this combative nature of yours always got you into less-than-ideal situations, even if you always meant well, and that aspect of yours always drew him back to you, even if you both hated each other’s guts

it was after the Winter Cup, when Fukuda Sōgō was eliminated, that you two interacted considerably more

“I hope that game taught you a valuable lesson or two, Haizaki.”

“Shut the fuck up, yeah?”

“Or what? Not like you can do anything to me anyways, you fucking clown—”

he immediately goes to throw a fast punch right for your neck, but you immediately dodged it, grabbed his forearm to twist it behind him

“Jesus Christ, you really do never fucking learn.”

he easily shakes off your grip and pulls away with a crazed look that never revealed what he was truly thinking

“I’m a pretty simple guy, yeah?” he sneers. “Just can’t help myself. Whatever, I got places to be at.”

and he never fails to finish his sentence with a lick to his thumb before strolling away

a simple guy, huh, you thought. yeah right

you picked up the fact that he licks his thumb when something is going his way, but recently he’s been licking his thumb before ending his interactions with you… which makes you suspicious as hell

nah, you’re overthinking it

it really does suck that you go to the same school as him, and as such, you are bound to meet each other outside of school too

these encounters always happen when you want to kill time in the local arcades or eat at the nearest fast food restaurants

“Ohhhhh, if it isn’t (y/n)...”

“Goddamn it, why does this always happen to me?” you openly facepalmed yourself before you sourly turn to the source of the voice. “Whatever you want with me, make it quick. I’m tired of seeing your ass around.”

“A quick fuck sounds up my alley righ’ now,” he says quitely loudly to attract surrounding passerbys’ attention in an attempt to humiliate you

he didn’t want to fuck you, not at all, you knew, but those were simply fighting words to piss you off

your face scrunches up in disgust at his words, before a slow smirk spread across your face… which Haizaki doesn’t fail to notice

“A qUiCk FuCk SoUnDs Up My aLLeY rIgHt NoW,” you mimic equally loudly, and you make it a point to pull your arms into chicken wings and walk in a circle around him to mock him

at this point this was when you ran while laughing your ass off… whether he tried chasing you down in contempt or not, you didn’t know, but you knew he was going to get his revenge

another day, you’re sitting at a table outside to eat your lunch when Haizaki casually strolls from behind to snatch a kebab stick out of your bento, which you weren’t quick enough to stop the basketball player

“Haizaki, what the fuck?”

“Oh? Was this yours? Oops… my hand must have slipped,” he drawls… again while licking his thumb

“Damn, I should’ve put snot on them or something before you stopped by. Maybe it’ll teach you to not take people’s food.”

“Hehh?” he gives a mirthless chuckle before he spits loudly on the half-eaten kebab on his hand. “Like this, eh?”

“I—” you gape at him incredulously. “That is the most unattractive thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on in my entire damn life—” you slam your own head on the table. “... Take the rest of my food. You damn ruined my appetite for the rest of this week.”

“Hell no, wench.”

“I insist,” you look up to hiss at him, throwing the closed bento box to him. “Keep the box too, sicko. You can spit your shit in there alllll you want.”

“Ya make me sound like I’m some bug,” he says. “Don’tcha know that the girl I had last night kept screaming to keep my tongue in her—”

“GO AWAY, OH MY GOD—SHOO.”

you immediately dash away with your hands to your ears, singing loudly “lalalalala~” to yourself to drown out any profanities and filth that came straight from Haizaki himself… without any regard to the students giving you annoyed or concerned looks

for some reason though, Haizaki can’t bring himself to throw away the bento box you unceremoniously threw at him…

… you weren’t that half-bad of a cook (he’d rather burn at a stake than admit that ever)

. . .

another evening, you decided to unwind at an arcade hall, making yourself comfortable at a shooting game machine booth

you got yourself a decent score for the first run, and you make a noise of happy triumph before a rude scoff interrupted your fun time

“You fucking suck.”

you immediately knew who it was

“I do not, you manwhore,” you whip your head to Haizaki, disliking his narrowed gaze of annoyance and disapproval of your playstyle. “There are 3 other booths next to me. Go put a token and play by yourself.”

to make your point, you slot in one of your own tokens to start a 2nd round and readjusted your grip on the gun to point at the screen

“Gimme that,” he jeers, pushing you to the side while snatching the booth-attached rifle off your hands

“H-Hey!!”

you harshly slapped his arm in a feeble attempt to make him listen to you, but to your surprise, he completely lets your violence slide and looks at you what that piercing gaze

“Since you’re so shit at this game, lemme give you a few pointers so ya don’t look like a royal dumbass next time.”

“Maybe you should give it back to me because maybe I want to look like a royal dumbass. That’d be a win in your books anyways—”

you’re interrupted by the booth’s loud intro music to indicate that the game was starting, so you have no choice but to observe Haizaki and his gameplay

and the entire time, he’d make a condescending comment every time he progressed further into the game map

… and you hate to admit it, but he was way better in technique of the gun and precision in aiming (your scowl only grows harsher the more points he racked up in the round)

his final score tripled of your own

“So whaddya think, hmm?” he muses lowly while grabbing your chin to look at him, to which you bat away his hand immediately

“I think you oughta give me back the damn gun, that’s what.”

“Hah? Now why don’t ya use one of the three machines next to me instead, like a good girl.”

“Eurgh, ew, ew, ew—ugh! You’re so—that was my spot—!”

you growl under your breath before you roughly snatch your small bucket of tokens and stalk your way to the machine booth next to his, angrily shoving a token down the slot before you hoisted the gun

(cue you out-scoring him in your fury)

(cue him beating your score again)

(cue you beating his score again)

and for the rest of the evening and night, you both kept at the shooting game, both of your prides refusing to concede defeat, all the while Haizaki taunting and goading you

that night you stormed out of the arcade hall when it was time for the establishment to close, with Haizaki’s gleeful cackling echoing down the streets to further mock you of the multiple L’s you took earlier

. . .

you’re sitting in a cheap eatery, lucky enough to grab a table by the window, and you grab your first burger, ready to chow down

that is, until Haizaki slid in the seat in front of you, and you literally snarled at him to go away

“Ya make me sound like I’m such bad company,” he slyly smirks, immediately snatching your other burger on the tray as if it was his to begin with

you don’t even give him the satisfaction of replying because all you do is aggressively bite into the burger while glaring at him, not even bothering to try to get the burger back anymore

so here you two were, eating your burgers in tense silence, before Haizaki finishes his first and leaves without a word… until he comes back with his own order to sit at the same spot in front of you

you merely raise a brow before you take the opportunity to steal his burger from his tray and feast on it

he merely clicks his tongue and glares at you but opts to not say anything

odd…

. . .

the more you “hang” around Haizaki, the more likely you’d accidentally encounter him while he’s having a tryst with another girl… and even more unfortunately for you, you accidentally encountered him while they were both heavily petting each other… when you just wanted to take a shortcut to your home from school

“Oh my fucking god?? Can y’all at least NOT DO THIS IN THE ALLEYWAY? There’s hotels for a reason!” and then you ran out so fast

. . .

these types of encounters and shenanigans would go on for almost 2 years; I would think that Haizaki would need some time to somewhat “mellow” out or at least tolerate your presence to be considered a constant in his life, so much so that he wouldn’t utilize physical violence as much as he did before

having you in his life, whether he liked to admit it or not, taught him to not have as fragile of an ego and pride, and he slowly learned to have some level of patience with you

otherwise you two would be going for each other’s necks beyond just aggressive words and gestures

and wow, you don’t even realize you had this stupid guy in your life for two whole years

you even have each other’s phone numbers

you’ve done a lot of reflecting, especially if being around Haizaki for so long somehow made you a worse person, but when you asked every person who knew you, they simply told you that you were always the same to them (in a pretty confused way, because what a strange question)

speak of the devil, Haizaki’s contact pops up on your screen as an incoming call; you sigh before answering it, knowing fully well that he would spam even more calls just to spite you if you didn’t answer

“What.”

you cringe when you hear a woman’s voice on his end of the line, but that feeling disappears once Haizaki starts talking

“Whaddya know? I’m starving after that session. Usual place, yeah?”

“Huh? What if I was busy, dumbass—”

“I know you ain’t.” and he ends the call as quickly as he started it

irk marks only multiply on your head when you stare at his contact screen before you started heading to your “usual spot”

“Tch, that bitch was hella annoying. Chick yapped her mouth as much as ya do when she shoulda been kissin’ and doin’ what we planned to do.”

“Gee, thanks,” you mumble, rolling your eyes and holding your temples with your fingers.

it became this weird thing for him to talk to you about his escapades and complaints about the women he’s recently been with; it started a year ago when he first did it to mortify you, but now it’s become something of habit… as terrible as it sounds

at… least he trusts you with this type of info? though you mentally chided yourself for having such low standards like this

on rare occasions, when you do share your own complaints/rants of your life to him, he somewhat listens, though he’s yawning half the time or eating something while you’re talking

on even rarer occasions, he talks about basketball

still, it’s somewhat cathartic in a way to have this routine between the two of you

hearing about him talk about women after women doesn’t feel good though; you wonder when you began to feel this way

you certainly didn’t feel like this a year ago

“Fucking damnit,” you mumble to yourself into your pillow

were you… possibly… no… in love with—

“Arfgghyrgfhurfhhhh!!!!” you screech into your pillow at the horrible thought that crept into your mind

. . .

you’ve been reevaluating your life and having an existential crisis at the horrifying realization of your poor choices that led up to this unwanted predicament in your love life

you didn’t come up with any solutions, let alone accepted the fact that you fell for this problematic man… who you may have thought about a lot more frequently than you would like to

no, you do not like Haizaki Shōgo.

… was what you kept telling yourself for the next 3 months of enduring him talking about his usual topics of video games and women without snapping and strangling him right there and then

you finally had enough when Haizaki called you once again, demanding that you two meet up at a fast food driveway for a bite, but soon after, you heard a different woman with an urgent voice: “Hurry up, can’t we go for another round before you go?”

you were just trying to have a peaceful moment in the park alone in the evening, too… looks like that’s ruined

you bit your bottom lip before you abruptly ended the call without giving an answer and threw your phone away on the grass, before you curled yourself up into a ball and let your tears fall unrestrained

why did you do this to yourself? this was what you deserved for liking someone like him.

who knows how long you’ve bawled your eyes out in the dark against a basketball hoop pole, but after being in the frigid air for so long that your fingers feel numb, it must’ve been hours

“You look so damn pitiful there, I almost mistaken’d ya for a lost dog.”

you still had your legs pulled up to your chest, your head tucked in to hide your tears

you pulled your arms tighter against yourself when you heard his unmistakable voice, and he was the last person you wanted to see right now

you immediately pulled your head up when you heard him strutting towards you though

it’s cold—you could see the wisps of air coming from his lips, and he was breathing really hard… which is weird considering he’s extremely athletic, and physical activity was a breeze for him

and he has the harshest look on his face for a while, his eyes narrowing further at the sight of your face

you immediately stand up from your sitting position

“Urgh, go the fuck away! Take a hint already, would ya?!”

he stands there in shock, the same type of shock he felt when he lost to Kise years ago… only worse

you’re in hysterics, crying and yelling at him, and he feels really troubled for some reason—like he feels a slight stir in his heart that he can’t put his finger on, and that makes him more pissed

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I swear, you women are too complicated—!”

“Everything is fucking wrong with me!” you scream at him, and fresh tears escape down your face. “Why do you even stick around me—just, stop—stop giving me hope that…urgh—shut the fuck up and just… (whispers) hug me—never mind…”

you didn’t even finish the sentence, your voice trailing off, and you look at him to see that he’s just… standing there

he doesn’t even say anything, he doesn’t even move

because he knew… anything he would say or do would upset you more, and for the first time, he realizes that his entire time with you all these years was spent pissing you off to no end instead of building any real bond with you

here he was, running around for hours to find you after that abrupt call (in all the restaurants, the arcades, hell—even all of the buildings and areas on campus, and even damn worse—all of the local neighborhood), ditching the woman instantly to look for you and yell at you for leaving him hanging, but the deepest part of him was worried—terrified—that something might have happened to you

women like gentle touches… right? maybe if he tried to hold you, restrain himself from any rough handling, you’d be pacified right? and go back to the same dumb, infuriating person you always were, right?

and what the hell were you muttering about a hug? where was the “you” he knew?

at this point, you’re just watching him, too scared to actually leave and turn your back on him… you still didn’t want to ruin whatever… “friendship” you guys had after building it for so long

the frigid air dried up your tears long before Haizaki decided to take a few sauntering steps towards you… and then a few careful steps before he’s in front of you—the you who’s still staring at him with furrowed brows

he tentatively reaches out an arm to touch your side, and when you don’t flinch (only raise a brow at his action), he fully grabs one side of your waist

“... I don’t know what the hell’s going on with you, but you made me fucking starve and miss dinner.”

your curious gaze turns into one of anger, and you swatted his arm off of you

“Oh piss off then, yeah? Get your damn burger yourself and get your filthy hand off of me when you literally just fucked someone hours earlier.”

“Ohhhh,” Haizaki is immediately relieved, the tension leaving his body when he knows he’s re-entered familiar territory. He leans towards you, head cocked to one side with a bit of a crazed, gleeful look. “Jealous, aren’t ya?”

you give a gasp of indignation and mortification before you reel your arm back to punch him; he deftly dodges you before he hugs your waist from behind, his lips to your ear

“Well if that’s the case… I can also give ya a good time.” and he licks your ear for good measure—

“Y-You… you!!” you’ve now gone on an endless barrage of kicks and punches, and Haizaki, knowing you for quite a while now, knows nearly every practical move you’ve thrown at him

and it goes on for nearly an hour, but Haizaki doesn’t care when you’re back to your normal self again

from then on, instead of going to different women for casual flings, he’s found new entertainment in flustering you and trying to push your buttons in terms of sexual innuendos and gestures

“Haizaki, that’s fucking harrassment—What the hell are you doing?!”

“Hehh? You’re more than free to punch me right now, go on… I can be a patient guy sometimes… unless you actually… like this?”

“Urgh, stop putting words in my mouth—!”

karma will actually kick him in the ass when he takes the next few weeks to figure out his real feelings about you

Hanamiya Makoto

who even knows how you two came together and saw eye-to-eye, but it’s quite a contrasting image to see Hanamiya sauntering down the hallway with you by his side looking quite unbothered and natural… as if you were always meant to be by his side

but the first time you two met… oh boy

the principal finally had enough: all these written complaints from these basketball teams from other schools, asking to shut down the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team due to foul play allegations… it was time to get to the bottom of this issue, a thorn on the school’s side in terms of reputation

no matter how many times Hanamiya was given a warning, nothing changed

and no one wanted to be coach of the infamous team, all knowing the unsaid horrors if anyone tries to to tame and reel in the starters

the solution? a student disciplinary committee. usually the student council holds the responsibility of reporting and administering proper discipline within school code, but the new proposal suggests that there be a separate student body with leadership separate from the student council to focus on cracking down anything harmful to the “learning environment” (a.k.a. the basketball team)

enter you; you were nominated by many faculty members and students alike, agreeing that you should be the one to spearhead this discipline campaign… always kind, gentle, and sweet—you always seemed to know how to resolve conflicts efficiently and safely

and you accepted the role with a smile and modest thanks

your “priority job” (as strongly urged by the principal) was to deal with the basketball team, especially since rumors of what happened in the Seirin match began circulating around campus

it was one day after practice—when the team was done practicing rough play drills and enacting various scenarios to carry them out—and the starters were strolling out the gym

Hanamiya was the last to exit the doorway but once he slammed the doors unceremoniously and turned around, you magically appeared in front of him with a welcoming smile… and it looked like the other starter players walked ahead enough to not notice you

“Hey there! Super sorry to bother you! I know you guys just finished practice right now, but I would like to introduce myself as the president of the new student disciplinary committee^^” you write something on a clipboard you brought with you before looking at him again

“Ohhhh,” he widens his eyes in mock sincerity, putting a hand to his chin. “So that’s what the fuss in the office was about. My apologies for only realizing now.” There was a coo to his voice that if anyone else heard it, they would’ve known to book it right there and then… so why were you not affected at all?

are you fucking stupid?

“Great! Just wanted to let you know I’ll have to do mandatory check-ins with you every couple days or whenever conflicts arise. Sorry for taking your time, and have a good evening!”

you couldn’t be this oblivious. there was no way. everyone knew who he was and the reputation he brought wherever he went

he gritted his teeth at the fact that you weren’t cowering in his presence, and when you spun around to leave, he deftly grabbed your forearm to pull you back to the closed gym doors behind you

and he made sure that your back felt the doors as he cornered you closer like an agitated predator

“Listen here,” he lowly sneers, all traces of his nice facade gone, replaced by a dangerous glint in his usual gleeful expression. “I’ll let you in on something, president. I run how my team works. You can crawl back to your precious principal and kindly tell him to fuck off and mind his own business. You can also tell him that we don’t need a nosy bitch snooping around like she owns the place. The goody-president can see that this is all in the interest of the student… which is what you student council parasites always preach about…” he leans in closer, caging your body with two arms by the side of your head, and he’s a breath away from your own face. “... Right, (y/n)?”

“O-Oh…” you started, and Hanamiya’s wicked grin grows wider at your predictable reaction

now that’s more like it.

now that he REALLY gets a good, close look at you, you’re not half-bad; there’s just something about that innocence–the naivete–that really turns his gears and has him entertained (this man really has a “stupid girl” as his canon type of girl, I CAN’T—)

“... to think that I have to repeat myself.”

what?

you abruptly move your face even closer to his, your noses touching… your own closed-eye smile taking on a more sinister quality for the first time

“For someone with the supposed 160 IQ, you’re as daft as the dirt I step on, captain. I can easily shut this entire gym if it’s in the interest of the student body. Should I ban you guys from entering? Should I report your behavior to dispel the team completely? Your team’s fate is in my hands. You don’t run this show, dear. I’ll say it one more time: I’ll be checking in 2 days. Keep up the ‘good boy’ act until then, hm?” ( ◠‿◠ )

you take your clipboard to smack one of his arms out of the way to clear a way out for yourself before you hum to yourself and walk onwards

cue Hanamiya cussing and kicking the gym doors

now for the next few weeks Hanamiya has been noticing how TWO-FACED YOU WERE WITH EVERYONE ELSE… he’s so irritated, he’s SO ANNOYED that he’s been biting the inside of his cheek and gritting his teeth constantly while thinking about you

look at you smiling at everyone so kindly when you’re the most awful, sadistic person inside… yeah, he embodies all of that, but only he alone can have this pleasure of terrorizing everyone

they don’t even know your real side, look at you socializing with everyone like you own the hallways—

every comment he makes to you has been reciprocated with a “good-natured” response that makes it obvious that you weren’t scared of him one bit

you’re like… the female version of the rotten, evil Imayoshi

god he fucking hates it here

definitely has made plenty comments about the fact that you’re not his type—that you’re one of those types of girls that irritate him to no end… even still, he doesn’t know why he tolerated you

recently, when he makes those customary remarks though, you widen your eyes a bit or avert your gaze before you shoot back your retorts, though he knows those are things you do to feign reactions to mock him (little did he know that those were not feigned)

you’ve been successfully putting a leash on the team starters, but to be fair, the other starters don’t care because there’s finally someone who can put Hanamiya in his place and it’s the FUNNIEST thing in the world

in other words, you’re good in their books; dare I say, they consider you as a friend // Hara’s been known to give you spare chewing gum every so often recently

you’ve went from checking in on their practices every couple days to tailing behind Hanamiya every chance you get (because you realized the team can just fool you and pretend they’re playing honestly when you do check-ins)... and then it eventually developed into you two always walking side by side (but not because you two enjoy each other’s company, though! don’t get the wrong idea now)

he expected you to tell him to completely change how the team played like any other person has done, but surprisingly, you haven’t really said it out loud… sure, he noticed that you frown a bit when they practice foul play on the courts, but you never made a serious attempt to stop it

“I get what your strategy is…” you give him that knowing look and genial smile one day, and INSTANTLY Hanamiya’s day is ruined once again; he only scowls and walks on, knowing that responding would fuel your sadism further… that was how he dealt with Imayoshi in middle school, after all

you lay out the strategies, describing the rough play as a prerequisite to the “spider’s web” setup, and you finally note that these starters aren’t playing their true positions, but just arranging themselves to create that formation to begin with

“Congratulations,” he praises with that mocking saccharine voice. “Want a cookie for your hard work, Ms. President?”

“Oho–I actually do~ You know, we should try out that pastry shop near the block—”

“Fucking dream on, dumbass.”

he reallllyyyyy hates the fact that no one’s as scared of him walking by them anymore, mostly because you’re there with him… and for some reason, their minds have the audacity to think that you’re taming him in some way or that you’d protect them if he tried anything

give him a year to really get used to your presence, trust me

but recently, your attitude with him has gotten more reactive with him… snappier; you haven’t lost your edge, but you’re not completely mentally there with him 100% sometimes and you sometimes drop the Imayoshi-smile with him completely + show an actual reaction to his words and actions

so now he has a new reason to be pissed—because someone’s making a fool of him enough to somewhat ignore his existence and go daydreaming on him as if he was completely harmless to you… but he’s also smug that he’s visibly riling you up

but one day, you weren’t tailing behind him—in fact, he hadn’t seen you around at ALL

he’s not gonna go look for you, what kinda idiot would damn do that

but it feels… so wrong without you near… not like he’d ever admit that

he didn’t see you for a week straight

he’s sauntering down the hallways so casually but his eyes scan for your figure without him even realizing

he looks out of the window from a high floor, and (finally) there you are, sitting on a bench outside alone, and he feels that familiar twitch curving up his lips at the anticipation of getting under your nerves again

so he walks downstairs, goes outside to look for you, but before he can open his mouth to announce himself to you, he sees you wiping your face with your sleeve with a sniffle

you were crying

he’s shocked out of his damn wits, if we’re gonna be honest, but he quickly recovers before he starts processing this entire situation

he’s now pissed, because:

1.) who’s capable of making you cry to begin with?

2.) how dare someone make his (y/n) cry

3.) NO ONE is allowed to make you cry except him and him only

4.) he doesn’t like how shaken he feels when he sees you so different from how you normally are, and he can’t have that shit—he needs to be in control of everything… but now, he has no idea what to do… this type of scenario never crossed his mind and now he feels like a lost little boy

“Oy.” it’s a rough line, hardly comforting at all—scary even, but if anyone knew Hanamiya well, those deep furrowed brows with a harsh scowl meant that he was bothered by what he was seeing

“Urgh,” you sniffed. “... I’m… (sniff) not in the mood for your shit right now…just, go away—can it, (sniff) will you?”

“And miss seeing this ugly ass mug of yours? Hah, I’ll make myself comfortable rigggghht here. They say the misfortunes of others taste like honey, and yours is a bit too delectable to pass up.”

he’s standing right in front of your seated figure, but before he moves to take a seat next to you and plop down, you wail out:

“... Shut the hell up and just hug me already, damn it…”

he stiffens momentarily, but his body is going on autopilot, as if it was following your command, and before he knows it, your face is pressed against his midriff, your arms wrapped around his torso… and he’s aghast to see HIS one arm against the back of your neck and the other (that’s also attached to him!) on your back

and to save face, he puts the fakest “loving” tone into his voice, as if mocking you that you’re touching him like this and he’s just playing along:

“Look at our president, hugging the Bad Boy like I’m the most precious thing in your life. Hah! Is this in the best interest of the student body, too?”

you tighten the hug around him before mumbling, “... No… it’s in my best interest.”

“... get off of me—your snot is disgusting.” (to which you gripped his torso even harder to spite him in response)

he’s using this hug as blackmail (he FINALLY has dirt on you to use against you)

. . .

imagine the school uproar of everyone when they found out you two are an official thing later on

the principal is gonna faint and die from a heart attack at the news

“You know,” you muse, “you should actually stop beating basketball players up and just keep the ‘spider’s web’ part of the strategy. The latter actually has some intellectual merit behind it.”

“And why should I, my dear (y/n)?” Hanamiya goads, looking up from a magazine to glance at you but holds his scrutiny of you when you lean your lips to his ear

“I’m sure a genius like you can find a way to piss players off while still playing by the rules. Don’t you think that’s the most infuriating thing of all? The way you’ve glared at me in the hallways for the past year tells me that you agree with my sentiment. I’ve always noticed.”

he merely scoffs at your face, “Roughing ‘em up gives me the most satisfying reactions. Playing by these damn rules makes me no different than those starry-eyed try-hards.”

“So that 160-plus IQ thing was all just you blowing smoke on some admission papers to make you feel better about yourself? You poor, poor thing… Maybe that intellect could do better with a team that can actually utilize it…? Perhaps Seirin—”

Hanamiya snarls at you and moves to grab your arm closer to him, but you swiftly dodged his grasp like it was the easiest thing in the world

“Nu~uh,” you chided, walking away from him. “Grabbing another student is Code 0129 violation of an attempt of physical assault on campus! We can’t have your team disbanded now, right?” ( ◠‿◠ )

he’s gonna make you eat your own words later though, trust me… after all, he’s still holding the blackmail (that you cried over liking him a while back while begging him for a hug) over you

you’re the one winning though, you completed your objective in convincing the Kirisaki Daiichi team in playing more fairly… and it all took a bit of conniving maneuvers on your end

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tenkasato · 2 years

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could we get something about dominant imayoshi? please..? :)

Hello, anon! I hope this turned out okay for you, and I hope I was able to give our sly, hot captain justice through this writing. Take care. Thank you for requesting! ^^

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Pairing: Imayoshi Shoichi x reader

Warnings: Nudity, slightly suggestive, mentions of rough treatment

You stare at the mirror, scowling at the way your matted hair tangles at the edges. The frown turns your lips downwards. You need some good hair conditioner, and yes, maybe even a short trip to the spa for some treatment.

"Crap."

Imayoshi Shoichi's voice rings through your ears, snapping you out of your reverie. You turn to look at him. His eyes are squinted, vision probably still blurry as he rubs his eyes and shuffles towards you.

"Morning, sleepyhead," you chuckle, arms raised to tuck him in an embrace. To your surprise, he catches your hands and pins them to your sides.

He tries to blink away the residual sleep in his eyes, pushing your hair behind you as he does so. It's his turn to frown.

"What?" you ask, feeling a wee bit of consciousness as he scrutinizes you as though you're a microbe underneath his microscope.

Imayoshi brushes his fingertips unto the skin of your neck, his touch leaving tingling sensations that sends pleasure down your spine. "Look at you."

"For the last time, Sho, what is it?" you ask impatiently.

"This," he answers and presses his finger on a flushed patch of skin, "I sucked too hard. It's going to leave a mark for the rest of the day. Not to mention, these..."

Both your eyes travel downwards to your naked body, reddened markings splashed across the otherwise bare canvass of your skin. You squirm a little when his gaze lingers on the slender mark underneath your chest far longer than you appreciate. When you move to cover it, a dismayed sigh blows past his lips.

"You're probably imagining it," you blurt out in a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood. "See, you're not wearing your glasses. I'm perfectly fine."

An offended look crosses his face, eyes squinting until you could no longer his his irises. "My eyesight isn't that bad. Come on, give me a little credit, will ya?"

You laugh at the hint of whine in his voice, closing the distance between you as you bury your hands into his dark hair. There's no denying that you feel sore in many areas of your body. Light purplish splotches run like jewelries on your neckline. Memories of last night brand your arms, legs and waist with red crescents. Imayoshi seems to notice them too, tracing the breaks on your flesh with a delicacy that was close to non-existent when he was on top of you.

"Shoichi," you speak up, "I'm fine. If it's too much, I'd use the safe word and you'd stop, right?"

"Of course." He pauses to encircle his arms around your waist. "But it was your first time. I could've been gentler with you."

You laugh and shake your head. "No, it was exciting for the most part. Just a bit unusual," you glance at the dark marks around your wrists, "but seeing the satisfied look on your face in the end was worth it."

"Look, I know you're tough. But you should never hestitate to tell me when to hit the breaks, alright?"

"I know. Don't worry about me. I completely trust you, so you should, too."

The smile he flashes stirs up something in your heart. You massage his cheeks before leaning forward to give him a soft, chaste peck, your lips barely grazing his skin.

"Did you have to ruin the wedding dress though?" you intone, eying the ruined white gown on the floor meaningfully.

Imayoshi doesn't bother to hide his smugness, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. "As much as I loved seeing you in it, I'd rather it be off you."

"And be more careful next time," you chide with a roll of your eyes, "You almost smacked your head on the board lunging at me like that, for goodness sake. I don't want a dead husband right on my first night."

He chuckles, before releasing you and walking towards the bed for his glasses. With that infuriating grin still plastered on his mouth, he replies, "As if you can get rid of me that easily. I'll drag you down the gates of Valhalla if I have to."

"Has anyone told you that you have a horrible personality, Sho?"

The filtered sunlight cascades over the room as the wind blows the curtains, casting dancing shadows and crystals of light over Imayoshi's face. From this angle, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes becomes more apparent, yet, there was nothing but tenderness entwined in the way he smiles at you.

Imayoshi raises his hand and waves it, the ring around his finger glinting.

"So I've been told countless times before. But you married me, nonetheless."

You laugh.

"Come here," he tells you. "I have to make it up to you."

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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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