⊹ comfort artists . frank ocean, lana del ray, olivia rodrigo, tyler the creator, childish gambino, taylor swift, tame impala, audery hobert, tv girl, etc.
♡ on repeat . sue me by audery hobert & the cure by olivia rodrigo
✿ interests . marvel, hunger games, percy jackson, star wars (ot), to all the boys ive loved before, kuroko no basketball, bridgerton, supergirl, etc
☾ films i can't stop thinking about . knives out, guardians of the galaxy 3, oceans 8, spiderman: across the spider verse, hunger games: catching fire
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“𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗜𝗚!” — KNBmen and how they comfort you and work you down on their big cocks.
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Content warnings: Praise, piv, pain kink, dacryphilia, big dick, head, choking, cum swallowing, anything else!
★ — KAGAMI
Kagami is VERY gentile. He cannot and WILL NOT hurt you. He just can’t do it! Sometimes his personal needs get the best of him, but he makes sure you beat him up afterwards.
Kagami prefers if you take the lead only so you can take your time and use your dick as much as you want. He likes when you can just be comfortable and happy!
Although he hates you being in pain, he can’t help but get a little turned on knowing his cock is like a spear that is plotting you open- hey, it might be a weird kink, but he’s happy he is more than enough for you!
“Good girl.” Kagami groaned as you slowly lowered down on him. Your legs shook and strained as the pain between your legs and the burning in your thighs became nearly unbearable.
“I-it’s too big!” You whimpered. “And my legs hurt!” Tears welled in your eyes, and your throat burned.
Kagami grabbed your hips to help relieve the burn in your thighs after he heard your cry. You grateful, slowly slid inch by inch down his cock until you were now comfortably (leg wise) sitting on him.
Kagami leaned up and softly kissed your lips. “Doing so good f’me, take your time.” He praised as you nodded and kissed him back, tears in your eyes.
“Take your time.” He repeated.
★ — KUROKO
Kuroko is surprisingly mean! Not mean like Aomine (which you will soon see) but he’s mean! If you’re not riding, he’s bullying his way into his pussy. He did his best to stretch you before hand, so it shouldn’t hurt, right?
Wrong! It hurts like hell, every. Fucking. Time! Kuroko just tunes you out and continues to slowly but faster than comfort slide in to your tight cunt.
Kuroko usually stops when he’s fully sheathed inside, he may be mean, but he isn’t cruel. He’ll also kiss you and rub your sides as you sniffle from crying earlier.
“*hip* y-your *hip* so mean!” You cry as he finally bottomed out. He groaned trying not to cum right then and there, and all you could do is try to catch your breath from all the hysterical crying you were doing.
“I’m sorry baby, you just feel so good.” His soft voice comforted as his dick twitched at every whimper and hic from you recovering.
He kissed your wet lips, and you kissed him back. He grabbed your face, and used his thumbs to rub your cheeks soothingly.
“Just take some deep breaths, I won’t move, promise.” His blue eyes locked on your glossy ones, and you nodded and controlled your breathing. When the pain soon decreased, and a burn of desire took over, all signs of being upset and sad disappeared.
“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded eagerly.
“Words please.”
“I’m r-ready.”
“Ok, I’m going to move now, squeeze my hand if it’s too much.” He grabbed your hand and you smiled.
“Ok!” He smiled back and pulled his hips back and pushed them in.
★ — KISE
Kise starts off really mean but then when he hears you cry he is an instant golden teddy bear, I swear on my life! He wants to act tough and like he enjoys being in control, which is partly true, but the second you cry out in pain, that persona went out the window.
Kise will usually have you in mating press, he loves to see your face in pain or pleasure, but if it’s just outright unbearable pain in your face, he will switch up.
He would stop all of his movements and focus on your soft spots and your sensitive ones to get you comfortable!
“K-Kise!” You gasp in pain, and he ignores you. You cling to his back and he continued to push in.
“Stop! Please it hurts!” Again he ignores you and continues pushing in. At some point you started sobbing, and that must have knocked him out of whatever he was in. You didn’t want to use your safe word, you didn’t want him to completely stop, you just wanted him to slow down!
He blinked and looked at your face. His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed. He stopped moving iing, and grabbed your face.
“S-shit, I’m sorry!” He looked frantic, yet you could still sense a bit of lust coming off of him. “I-I must of zoned out, I’m so sorry baby!” His blonde locks tickled your face, and you felt upset at him. Very upset.
“I asked you to *hip* stop!” You continued to cry and he slowly pulled out, making you wrap your legs around him to stop.
“Don’t pull out!” He looked at you confused and you whined your eyes. “Just slow down! Y-you big fat bitch!” You insulted him, making him laugh knowing who you were really talking about.
“I’m sorry, baby, I’ll slow down. Just can’t help getting excited when I have all this to myself!” He pecked your lips, and whiled the rest of the tears in your face.
★ — AOMINE
The biggest, the meanest, the most utterly cruel man you know! Well, you chose this man, so you’re not REALLY complaining, but still!
Aomine is a sadist, a very mild one, and your kind of a masochist so you both go hand in hand, but just because you enjoy a little bit of pain doesn’t mean you can’t say he isn’t mean!
Aomine has a tendency to just slam himself into you, and slowly fuck you to be nice. He loves to hear you cry for him, he loves to see your eyes widen in pain, he just loves loves LOVES it!
Aomine slammed into you, making you scream and dig your fresh nails into the pillows. “Mine!” You cry out, he growled and fucked you harder than usual.
“You know you like it, you slut.” He pounded into you, and you continued to cry and cry. He had you in doggy, and you could feel the pillows getting wetter and wetter from your tears, making you feel agitated.
“Please slow down!” You begged, not wanting him to, but the idea of it didn’t sound to bad either.
“Nah, like hearing you cry on my cock.” He chuckled, as he continued to pound into you. You sniffled and cried and he just continued to claim what was his. Aomine wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you up to him. He continued to fuck you while also kissing your neck.
“Such a good fucking slut. Taking my dick better than normal, bet you like when I use you like this.” You whimper when you felt your high coming in.
“A-aomin-“ he sucked in your neck and you moaned.
“What?” He mocked when you fell silent. The pleasure was becoming so much.
“Already fucked my baby dumb. What do you know!” He chuckled.
★ — MURASAKIBARA
Murasakibara doesn’t even know he’s big. I mean he knows it, but whenever he tried to put it in, it just doesn’t… fit? Like, I mean, his tip doesn’t slide in, he has to physically push the tip in, like more than how normal guy who have big dicks have too.
You usually have a hard time when it comes to his dick because he can’t even put it all inside of you, it reaches your cervix at halfway. So he can’t fuck you luke he wants too.
So whenever it doesn’t usually work out he just uses your mouth instead.
“Fuck baby, using your mouth like a fucking pro.” He praised as your mouth opened to the hilt. He was reaching deep in your throat, and you couldn’t breath very well. You pulled off and coughed. His stomach fluttered with butterfly’s when he saw that his dick was too much for you to handle.
“What’s wrong baby?” He pushed the hair out of your face, and a visible pour formed on your lips.
“I can’t take it all! You’re too big!” You wanted to impress him, even though he was already very impressed by you. You always impress him.
“It’s ok baby, you’re doing so well!” He praised and you didn’t believe him.
You liwerwd back on him and tried to take him again, this time much harder than last time since your throat was in defense mode.
Murasakibara brought his heavy hand to the back of your head and pushed you down. You gagged but tried your best. Tears spilled out your eyes from the pressure, and he only encouraged you to continue, and you did.
You bobbed your head despite it only being halfway there. He groaned and you felt a warm and slightly salty liquid fill your mouth.
He held you down despite you tapping his thigh to breath. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up. He chuckled and squished your cheeks with his other hand. You were coughing, and he was treating you like a baby.
“Breathe baby, breath.” You wiped your mouth, and he let go of your cheeks.
GOM + Kagami: Seeing their s/o dolled up for the first time
authors note: Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3
pairing: GOM + Kagami x fem!reader
summary: Young people really only know leserin in her very practical everyday look. leserin is a high-achiever, and to maintain this status, she has to invest a lot of time. But you can always dress up for a date with your boyfriend or crush, can’t you? Whilst the reader wonders if it might be a bit much, the lads are shocked by the transformation. Enjoy the read!
genre: romance, comedy, fashion
word count: 7k
Tetusya Kuroko
Normally, you didn’t think twice about what you wore—jeans, a simple T-shirt, maybe sneakers. Practical, comfortable, nothing distracting. You had other priorities, and fashion had never really made the list. That’s not to say you weren’t interested in fashion, but there simply wasn’t any time for it in your life.
You checked your reflection for the fifth time: this, the outfit… it was a lot. But today was special. Kuroko had asked you to a little picknick date with him and Nigou in the local park. He knew how much you loved the cherry blossoms.
Through the mirror, you look at your figure and the outfit you and your best friend Millie put together. Millie had insisted that you really go for it. And you did go for it:
A soft of-white summer dress flowed gently around your legs, light and airy, the fabric catching the breeze when you moved. Your sandals with tiny heels—simple, but adorned with tiny bows—clicked quietly against the pavement. Your hair was styled half-up, half-down, framing your face in a way you weren’t used to seeing.
And the makeup…well it was barely there to be honest. But Millie ensisted to give you a fresh little face. Just enough blush, a hint of mascara, and a soft pink gloss that made your lips shine in the sunlight. As Millie put it: It made you look very kissable. She was right, you’ve been with Testuya for a month now, but neither of you had dared to take it further. But you really wanted to.
You picked up your small strawberry-shaped handbag and hesitated.
“…It’s just a picnic,” you whispered to yourself.
But still, it was with him. And you finally wanted to be kissed by him.
___ _ _ _
When you arrived at the park, Tetsuya was already there, sitting quietly on the grass beside a neatly prepared picnic blanket. Of course he was. He was such a gentleman and literally a green forest.
You took a breath and stepped closer,“…Tetsu?”
He looked up. And immediately froze in motion. You blinked,“…Um. Hi? Sorry for being late...”
No response from him. His crystal clear blue eyes widened. Just a little bit, but for him, this reaction was huge. His usual calm, unreadable expression slipped, replaced by something unmistakably surprised.
“…Oh,” he said softly. You shifted awkwardly,“Is something wrong?”
He stood up a little too quickly, almost fumbling the movement.
“No,” he said, a bit faster than usual,“Nothing is wrong Y/n.”
A pause. Then, quieter,“You look… very nice.”
Your heart skipped,“Oh—thank you Tetsu.”
He nodded, but his gaze didn’t leave you. “…Very nice actually” he repeated, as if confirming it to himself. You felt heat creep into your cheeks,“You already said that…”
“I did,” he admitted. Another little pause. Then, almost like he couldn’t stop himself: “The dress suits you,” he added,“And your hair. And… your bag.”
You glanced down at the strawberry handbag, suddenly self-conscious. “…This?”
“Yes.”
His voice softened even more,“It’s cute. Like you.”
You froze,“Tetsu—”
He immediately looked away, and for once—actually looked flustered. A faint blush dusted across his cheeks, his usual composure slipping in the most endearing way. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly,“That may have been too direct.”
“No, it’s just—” you tried to gather your thoughts, your face definitely warm now,“You’re just not usually this… talkative.”
“I see,”He hesitated, then looked back at you—still a little pink,“…But I wanted to say it properly.”
That made your chest tighten.
“Because you made an effort,” he continued quietly,“I think it’s important to acknowledge that.”
You smiled, softer now,“You noticed?”
“Yes, of course,”A small pause on his end, then he spoke again,“…It’s hard not to, you look stunning.”
That did not help your heartrate, it felt like it was going to explode.. He glanced away again, clearly trying to regain his usual calm.
“…I’m glad you came,” he said,“I was looking forward to this.”
“I was too,” you admitted, trying not to show how red your face really was. He nodded, then gestured to the blanket,“Please sit.”
You did, smoothing your dress as you settled down. He sat across from you, movements careful, but there was still that lingering softness in his expression. A moment passed. Then he spoke again. “…Your lip gloss,” he said suddenly. You blinked,“What about it?”
“It’s nice,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “It suits you as well.”
You stared at him,“Kuroko.”
“Yes?”
“…Are you going to keep listing things you like about me?”
He paused. Then, very honestly he answered,“…Probably.”
You covered your face with your hands, laughing despite yourself. “I can’t handle that all at once…”
“I understand,” he said calmly. A tiny pause,“…I can slow down.”
You peeked at him—and sure enough, he was still blushing slightly. And somehow, that made everything feel even softer.
Taiga Kagami
The exams were finally over and life was going to get easier again. Now you only had to focus on one thing: your sport. Over the last few years, you’d become something of a football idol among the younger generation. Hard work had got you there, much to the chagrin of your friends. And your crush, Taiga, too.
But now that you’d passed your exams and there was less sport and training, you’d suggested we let our hair down one evening and go out and have a party. Dancing until the night wore away… that was exactly what you needed right now.
You adjusted the hem of your dress for what felt like the hundredth time. This was so not your usual scene, as you got dressed. Normally, you lived in sportswear—breathable shorts, jerseys, track jackets. Everything about your life revolved around soccer: training, matches, stamina, discipline. Looking “dolled up” had never really been a priority.
But tonight? Tonight you wanted to let loose. To be free and feel alive, after all this hard work of the last few months. And maybe, just maybe, you wanted to see his reaction. To impress him a little, or more to take his breath away.
The black bodycon dress hugged every curve, sculpting your figure in a way you weren’t used to. The patent leather heels (borrowed from your sister) added just enough height to change your posture completely. You stood more upright, tall and definetly more confident. After all, you had a fir and trained body, that was ready to be shown off. Your decided to curls your hair into loose waves, that fell around your shoulders. A little soft but intentional casual look.
Oh and the red lipstick: A bold and striking cherry color.
You barely recognized yourself, as you looked into the mirror.
“…Okay,” you exhaled,“Too late to back out now. I got this!”
___ _ _ _
When you spotted Taiga outside the club, hands shoved in his pockets, looking mildly annoyed at the line. He’d slipped out of his basketball shorts and paired black jeans with a black shirt. He looked almost elegant. The slightly unbuttoned shirt, showing of his necklace, gave him a certain sexy allure.
Seeing him this was, everything felt normal. That was until he looked up to you. And immediately seemed to choked on air,“…Huh—?!”
You stopped in front of him, crossing your arms,“What’s with that reaction?”
He stared. Actually stared, like he would burn a hole into your body...
From your heels… up your legs… to the way the dress fit your waist… your hair… your lips. His face turned bright red in record time.
“Y-you—what—” he started, completely fumbling,“Since when do you look like that?!”
You raised a brow, trying to stay confident,“Like what?”
“Like—like—” he gestured vaguely, clearly malfunctioning,“That!”
You laughed,“Wow. Real smooth, Kagami. You really know how to compliment a girl.”
“I’m being serious!” he snapped, then immediately looked away, rubbing the back of his neck,“You just—y-you don’t usually—”
“Dress like up? Like a stylish person?” you teased.
“I didn’t say that!” he shot back quickly, even more flustered,“You always look fine, it’s just—this is—”
He glanced at you again, then paused. “…You look really good,” he muttered. That sentence hit you straight into your lovestruck brain.
“Thanks,” you said softly. He cleared his throat, still avoiding direct eye contact,“Yeah. I mean it.”
A small smirk tugged at your lips,“You gonna survive the night?”
“Shut up brat,” he told you.
___ _ _ _
Inside the club however, everything changed. The 2000s music was loud and blasting from every speaker in the room, the colorful lights flashing, the energy completely different from anything you usually let yourself indulge in. And you, you fit right in. It was perfect, you felt free.
At first, Kagami stayed close to you, clearly out of his comfort zone—but the more you relaxed, the more you moved, the more that confident, effortless side of you came out. Your hips swayed naturally with the beat, your movements sharp but fluid—athletic, controlled, but still undeniably fun.
He noticed. Hell he noticed immediatly. Like, how could he not?
From the other side of the dance floor, Taiga watched you, being completely locked in.
“…She moves like that too?” he muttered under his breath. You caught his eye and motioned him over. He hesitated, but then came anyway. Big mistake on his side. Because up close? It was worse, well you were worse...you looked so radiant and sexy.
The music pulsed through the floor, and when you reached for his hand, pulling him into the rhythm, his brain was officially out of office.
“You’re so stiff Taiga. Have some fun!,” you laughed.
“I am not—!”
“You are.”
“I just don’t dance like this!”
“Then learn,”You moved closer, guiding him just slightly—and that’s when it hit him. The proximity. The way the dress moved with you. The way you looked completely different from the version of you he knew on the field. Thinking about this, his face flushed again, but this time...it didn’t fade, like it did when you guys waited in line.
As the night went on, something in him shifted. He went from red totmato and shy little baby Tiger to well...less flustered? He was more… intense? You couldnt quite put your finger on it.
His hands settled more confidently at your waist, when the crowd got tighter. His gaze didn’t dart away anymore—it lingered. The gaze was filled, heavy and steamy??
By the time you stepped off the dance floor to catch your breath and maybe grab a drink, he was right behind you. Well he was close, too close one might say, but you didnt mind.
“…You did this on purpose,” he muttered near your ear. You turned slightly,“Did what?”
He leaned in just enough for his voice to drop, rougher now,“Show up like that. Dance like that.”
Your pulse jumped,“Maybe I just wanted to have fun.”
He let out a quiet huff,“…Yeah. Well, it’s working.”
You tilted your head, scooting closer to try to understand was he was saying in the loud atmosphere,“What is?”
His eyes met yours—and there was nothing shy about them now,“…You’re driving me crazy.”
Your breath caught. He hesitated for a split second, like he was deciding how far to go. Then leaned in just a little closer, voice low and heated. “…Didn’t think I could want it even more,” he murmured, “to take you somewhere quieter.”
That sent a sharp wave of heat through you. You swallowed, heart racing,“…Ka...gami”
He straightened slightly, like he’d realized what he said—but he didn’t take it back and he didn’t look away. Just scratched the back of his neck again, a faint flush still there—but his gaze steady.
“…Let’s just—” he cleared his throat,“You know, get some air.”
You nodded, trying to steady yourself,“…Yeah. Good idea.”
But as you walked out together...His hand found yours. A firm and very confident grip. The grip of a man, who definitely was not letting go and had a plan to where this evening was headed.
Daiki Aomine
You were a bit nervous. In a good way – the kind where you get butterflies in your stomach. The sun was slowly setting on that lovely Saturday evening. Lost in thoughts, you double-checked your reflection in the hallway mirror one last time.
The girl staring back wasn’t you. At least, not the "day-to-day" version most people knew.
Most of your time was spend at your school. It wasnt super easy being the top of every class. You wanted to become an engineer and you studied hard to do so. So at school, you were the girl in oversized track pants, plain T-shirts, hair usually tied back, eyes always glued to notes or a book. Lee-Ah, your best friend would say you were invisible. But you wanted to be, it was comfortable and you also liked this more under the radar laid back look.
You glanced at the clock: blimey, only 10 minutes left. You had to get a move on now. One last look in the mirror. Today? Tonight? The girl with the big tees and the trackpants was gone.
You went all out: Baggy charcoal pants hung low on your hips, paired with a sharply fitted cropped top that hugged you just right. A bold belt hung loosely around your hips. A silver chain with the number 3 rested against your collarbone, rings catching the light as you adjusted your Yankees snapback—worn backwards, of course. You looked… different.
Totally confident, you felt sexy and like a total heartthrop. You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you went all out with that outfit more than usual. There was more going on than usual when you were out shopping with Lee-Ah or doing something similar. Because maybe you wanted to see how he would react.
___ _ _ _
Your white and grey Jordans with the light blue soles carried you to the underground as fast as your body would allow. You definitely didn’t want to be late. Or maybe you did? It was like a scene straight out of a film… you were so caught up in daydreaming that you almost missed your stop.
When you spotted Aomine Daiki leaning against the meeting spot, hands in his pockets, looking bored out of his mind, you almost laughed. Some things never changed.
“Oi,” you called.
He glanced up lazily—and then froze. Like actually froze, mid movement. You stopped a few steps away, crossing your arms,“You good?”
No answer. His eyes dragged over you slowly. From your cap… to your top… to the jewelry… and back up again. His usual half-lidded, uninterested stare? Gone.
“…What the hell Y/n,” he muttered. You raised a brow in question,“That bad?”
He scoffed, pushing off the wall, walking closer,“Bad? Nah.” His gaze sharpened, something dangerous and impressed flickering there,“Since when do you dress like this?”
You shrugged casually, even though your heart was doing something embarrassing in your chest,“Since always. I just don’t bother for school.”
“Hah.” He stopped right in front of you now, close enough that you could see the shift in his expression—interest, real interest,“So you’ve been hiding this the whole time?”
“Didn’t think it was a big deal to be honest,” you simply replied. He let out a low whistle, rubbing the back of his neck,“Yeah… well, it does. Even more so now.”
You smirked slightly,“You’re the one who never asked me out. So now wonder you never saw this sinde of me. I had to ask you out.”
“Oi, don’t start,” he shot back automatically—but there was no bite to it. If anything, he looked… amused. And still very much distracted.
His eyes flicked to your rings as you adjusted your cap again,“…Damn.”
You blinked,“What?”
He shook his head, a crooked grin forming,“I need to ask you out more often.”
That caught you off guard,“Excuse me?”
He leaned in just a little, hands slipping back into his pockets like he was trying to act casual—but his gaze gave him away. “Cause if this is what I get?” he said, nodding toward you,“I’ve been seriously underestimating you.”
Heat crept up your neck, but you refused to let it show,“Took you long enough Idiot.”
He chuckled, low and lazy,“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get cocky.”
But then—without warning—he reached out, lightly tugging at the chain around your neck, letting it fall back against your skin.
“…It suits you,” he added, quieter this time. That one hit harder than anything else. You looked away, clicking your tongue,“You gonna stand there staring all night, or are we actually going on this date?”
He smirked again, falling into step beside you.
“Relax,” he said,“I’m not wasting this.” As you walked off together, you could feel his gaze linger...completely, undeniably locked on you.
Ryouta Kise
You stared at your reflection, arms crossed,“…This is ridiculous.”
Normally, getting dressed meant pulling on soft shorts, an oversized hoodie, maybe fuzzy socks if you weren’t planning to leave your chair for hours. Comfort was your entire brand—long gaming sessions didn’t exactly call for fashion statements. As a professional gamer, comfort was key.
But tonight? Tonight you wanted to proof your long time friend and crush wrong. Whenever the two of you got onto the subject of fashion, Kise would laugh playfully and claim that you wouldn’t be able to dress well. At least not better than he dresses.
Tonight, you would proof Ryouta wrong. He had practically dragged you out to one of his model events. And somehow, you’d let yourself get talked into this. So this was your chance!
That also meant you had to play with the big guns: The navy blue suit fit like it had been tailored just for you and your georgeous body—sharp lines hugging your waist and hips, the blazer structured but still sleek. Underneath, instead of a blouse, you wore a delicate black lace bralette, barely visible unless someone looked closely… and the subtle glint of a golden body chain beneath it added just enough edge.
The look was elegant, yet it had a dangerous touch. It wasnt you, but that was exactly the point!
“…He better appreciate this,” you muttered.
___ _ _ _
Kise was already there, of course he was. What a swot! He was surrounded by people, a whole ocean of flashing lights and buzzing voices. Completely in his element. A natural celebrity.
You took a breath and stepped into the space. This took some confidence, as you werent used to such big crowds. At you e-sports tournaments, were less people.
It didn’t take long for him to notice you. And when he did, it was well...a very Ryouta reaction.
Mid-conversation, even mid-sentence he shifted all his attention to you. Completly ignoring his conversation partner,“…Eh?”
The person he was talking to blinked,“ Uhm....Kise-kun?”
He wasn’t listening anymore. His golden eyes were locked on you as you walked closer, heels clicking softly against the floor.
“Hey,” you said casually. Silence. Then he went crazy,“WOAH—!!”
Heads turned. You winced,“Too loud—”
“Y/n-CHI?!” he practically yelped, rushing over to you,“IS THAT YOU?!”
You raised a brow,“No, I just broke into this event dressed like this for fun.”
He circled you—actually circled you—eyes wide, sparkling like he’d just discovered something incredible. “WAIT—WAIT—since when do you dress like this?!” he asked, hands flying animatedly,“This is AMAZING! The suit—oh my god, it fits you PERFECTLY—!”
You blinked, caught off guard by the sheer intensity,“I mean, yeah, I—sometimes—”
“And the color? Navy blue?? That’s, like, illegally good on you!” he continued, completely unstoppable,“And—wait—are you wearing—hold on—”
He leaned in slightly, eyes catching the subtle detail beneath your blazer. “…Is that a body chain?” he whispered, like he’d just uncovered a secret.
You smirked a little,“Maybe.”
He clutched his chest dramatically,“Y/n-chi… I think I’m gonna pass out.”
You laughed,“ God Ryouta, you’re so dramatic.”
“I’m serious!” he shot back, then immediately beamed,“You look insane! Like—elegant but also super hot? I didn’t even know you had this side! I have to admit you surely know how to dress well....”
Your cheeks warmed slightly,“I just don’t dress like this at home.”
“Tragic,” he said instantly,“Absolutely tragic. I’ve been robbed.”
Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand,“C’mon, c’mon—everyone needs to see this!”
“Wait—what?! Kise—!”
Too late. He was already pulling you along, proudly introducing you to anyone who would listen: “This is Y/n-chi!” // “Look at her outfit, isn’t it amazing?!” // “Right?! I know!!”
You groaned, half embarrassed—but also… weirdly pleased.He wasn’t just showing you off. He was proud. Which meant you had won.
___ _ _ _
Later that evening, you finally escaped to the terrace, the noise of the event fading into a soft hum behind you. You needed to catch a breath.
You leaned against the railing, exhaling,“Well, that was surely a lot.”
“Worth it,” Kise said immediately, stepping beside you. You glanced at him,“You’re still going?”
“Always,” he grinned. But then his expression shifted into something softer. His eyes traced over you again, slower this time. Appreciative, but less chaotic… more focused. “…Seriously, though,” he said, voice dropping just a bit,“You look incredible.”
You held his gaze,“You’ve said that like ten times.”
“I’ll say it eleven times more if I need to,” he shot back easily. You laughed quietly. A small pause settled between you. The night air was cooler out here, calmer—and the way he looked at you now felt different from inside. It made the air more electric between you.
He leaned in slightly, just enough that his voice brushed your ear: “…Damn,” he murmured,“I didn’t think I’d want to leave this event so soon…”
Your breath hitched slightly.
“…but this outfit?” he continued softly, a teasing edge slipping in,“would look even better off.”
Your face heated instantly,“Kise—!” This man was so shameless at times...but you also felt seen. Your friend and longterm crush had just confessed his feelings for you. He pulled back with a bright grin, completely unashamed,“I’m just saying~”
You shook your head, trying to hide your smile,“You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re gorgeous,” he shot back instantly.
…Yeah. You definitely weren’t going back inside anytime soon.
Midorima Shintarou
You adjusted the slit of your dress and immediately regretted having legs,“…Why did I ever agree to this?”
Normally, your wardrobe consisted of soft fuzzy lounge pants, oversized sweaters (sometimes the ones Shin forgot at your house), and really whatever was closest to your bed. Being homeschooled had its perks—comfort was one of them. On the other hand, you’re also glad that the study sessions with Shin gave you a bit of a change of pace.
You used to hang out together back when you were still at his school. But since the English stream was discontinued, you’ve had to study on your own. You’d met him, and through him, his friends too. You’d been happy to have a connection in the real world. Until you fell in love with Shin.
Tonight was a theme party. Hosted by Taiga and Tetsuya. Invited were all of the the Generation of Miracles, as well as other team mates and friends. It was going to be huge.
And more importantly....You had decided to be creative.
The red satin dress shimmered under the light, hugging your body just enough to be elegant… and just risky enough to be dangerous and very sexy, yet tasteful. The high slit showed off your toned leg with every step. And your hair was neatly pinned into a bun. You felt like it made everything feel more refined.
Paired with subtle but very intentional accessories and some red heels...it was stunning. You looked like walking temptation.
Or, more accurately a red lotus. And you knew exactly whose lucky item that was today. You smiled to yourself,“…Let’s see how he handles this.”
This was your way of finding out, wether hed also harboured feelings for you.
___ _ _ _
When you arrived at Taigas apartment, it was already buzzing with energy: loud laughter, good music selected by Himuro and lots of chaos. And in between of it all, there he was.
Shintarō...He stood off to the side, posture perfect as always, glasses reflecting the light, holding what looked like a cup of liquid? (This was probably Takaos doing). He wore a rather sleek and trendy outfit, of course a red lotus charm hangs from his belt loop. Of course.
You walked toward him slowly,“…Shin.”
He turned, then paused. He adjusted his glasses, to hide what he was thinking. He opened his mouth, then paused again. Then there was a sound,“…What.”
You tilted your head innocently,“What?”
Silence. His gaze dropped—immediately catching the slit of your dress. Then suddenly snapped back up like he’d been burned.
“…What are you wearing,” he said flatly.
“A costume,” you replied sweetly, doing a small turn,“Do you like it?”
“…No,” he replied straight forward. You blinked,“Wow.”
“It’s highly inappropriate,” he continued, voice tightening,“The slit of that thing is unnecessary. The fabric is—” he cut himself off, clearly refusing to elaborate further,“You should cover yourself.”
You crossed your arms, amused,“You’re staring a lot for someone who doesn’t like it.”
“I am not staring,” he tried to defend himself. “You are,” you teased him. Clearly liking, where this was going.
“I am observing,” he stated. You stepped closer,“…Observing what exactly?”
He stiffened immediately. “…You are dressed as a red lotus,” he said, like that explained everything.
“Yes,” you said, leaning in slightly,“Your lucky item.”
He went still....like completely still,“…That is irrelevant.”
“Is it?” you hummed,“I thought lucky items were important to you.”
“They are,” he admitted.
“Then shouldn’t you… appreciate me a little more?”
A dangerous pause. His grip on his charm tightened,“…You are being troublesome.”
You smiled, slow and teasing,“Or maybe I’m being lucky.”
That did it. He looked at you again—really looked this time—and his composure cracked just a fraction,“…You should not say things like that in public.”
“Why?” you asked, completely shameless,“I’m just stating facts. I’m your lucky item tonight.”
His ears turned red,“…You are not an object.”
“Then treat me like something better.”
Silence. Suddenly, he took a step closer. A step that took him way too close. “…You are playing with probability in a very reckless way,” he muttered, voice lower now.
You raised a brow,“Oh?”
“…And I do not appreciate variables I cannot control.”
“Sounds like a you problem,” you said with the biggest grin.
That was the exact moment he snapped. He decisively. grabbed your wrist—firm, controlled—and turned,“We are leaving.”
You blinked, startled but not resisting,“Wait—what?! Shin—what about the party? I just arrived...”
“It has become statistically irrelevant.”
“You also just arrived here!,” you tried to get him to stay, as he dragged you out of the apartment.
“I have seen what I needed to see,” he said, voice lower.
“And what’s that?,”you asked. Now you were ready for war, you loved teasing him to the maximum. He stopped just briefly, glancing back at you—eyes sharp behind his glasses, expression far too intense for someone who usually lectured about horoscopes.
“…That my focus has been compromised.”
Your heart skipped,“…By me?”
“…Obviously.”
You grinned,“So I am your lucky item.”
He clicked his tongue,“Do not push your luck.”
But his grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened slightly as he led you out. And as the noise of the party faded behind you, his voice dropped just enough to make your pulse spike. “…You will be held responsible for the consequences of this,” he muttered.
You laughed softly, stepping closer to him.
“Good,” you said,“I was hoping for that. Hoping I would get lucky tonight Shin.”
He adjusted his glasses again, this time, he didn’t even try to hide the faint flush on his face.
Akashi Seijuro
The ocean breeze felt different from anything you were used to.
The air was lighter, the ground beneath your feet was warmer. You felt free. You stood barefoot in the sand, staring at the reflection in your hotel window, barely recognizing the woman looking back at you.
At work/school, your world was sharp lines and structure—tailored blazers, pressed skirts, neutral tones. Everything about you was polished, controlled, intentional. Just as one would expect from the heiress of a multi-million-pound business.
But here? Everything softened. After the exams, Akashi asked you if you’d like to go on a short holiday to one of the seaside hotels run by the Akashi family. It came at exactly the right time. Between all the studying and working in the family business, there was little time for self-care. Akashi knew you just too well.
Your gaze fell once more on the woman in the window refelction. That woman wore a silky, sheer beach cover up, that flowed around your body. It was catching the wind with every small movement. Beneath it, your silhouette was impossible to ignore—curves outlined just enough to tease, not reveal. Showing hints of your swimwear. Golden body chains traced along your skin, glinting in the sunlight like delicate armor of a godess.
Your hair, usually neat and precise, now fell in loose, voluminous waves, a single flower tucked behind your ear.
You looked… stunning and dangerous, yet soft and elegant. It felt incredible. Like something out of a myth.
“…An ocean goddess,” you murmured under your breath. A small smile tugged at your lips,“Let’s see what he thinks.”
___ _ _ _
When you stepped onto the beach, Akashi was already there. He was never not prepared. Standing tall, composed as ever, the ocean stretching endlessly behind him. Even here, in a place meant for relaxation, he carried that same quiet authority—like the world naturally aligned itself around him.
You walked toward him slowly. When he heard the rustle of the sand, he turned. Not obvious to anyone else, but you, he had a little glitch in his mimic. It was unmistakable, he was taken aback. His sharp gaze swept over you, taking in every detail—the flowing fabric, the gold against your skin, the way you carried yourself so differently from your usual composed, businesslike presence.
Slowly a faint, knowing smile appeared and he approached you. Stopping just close enough.
“…Well, well,” he said, voice smooth as ever,“If this isn’t my goddess.”
Your breath caught—just slightly. You tilted your head,“Your goddess?”
“Mm.” His eyes lingered, not hurried, not careless—deliberate,“I had expected elegance.”
A pause,“…But this exceeds expectation.”
You smiled, stepping just a little closer,“Are you saying you’re surprised?”
“I am saying,” he replied calmly,"that I underestimated the extent of your… versatility.”
His gaze dropped briefly to the gold chains at your waist before returning to your eyes,"And I do not make that mistake often.”
You let out a soft laugh,“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” The breeze shifted, the fabric of your cover brushing lightly against his arm. He didn’t move away. He stepped closer.
“…You look like you belong to the sea,” he added quietly,“An untouchable, dangerous and yet tempting treasure.”
Your heart skipped,“Dangerous?”
“To anyone who underestimates you,”His voice softened—not weaker, but more intimate.
“And perhaps… to me as well.”
That was new. You searched his face, curious,“Since when are you at risk?”
He smiled faintly,“Since you decided to appear before me like this.”
Heat crept into your chest, but you didn’t back down.
“Then what will you do about it?”
A pause. He reached out, fingers brushing lightly against the strand of hair near your face, adjusting the flower just slightly.
“Adapt,” he said simply. Your breath hitched. The moment lingered—charged, quiet, the sound of waves filling the space between words.
But something had shifted. His gaze seemed to darken, not losing its composure, but gaining weight. Intent.
“…This environment is becoming less suitable,” he murmured.
You raised a brow,“The beach?”
“The distractions.”
You smirked,“Am I the distraction?”
“…You are the only one that matters.” That sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, he moved. One arm slipped behind your back, the other beneath your knees—and in one smooth motion, he lifted you effortlessly.
You gasped softly,“Sei what—!”
“Relax,” he said, already turning toward the hotel,“I have no intention of dropping you my little treasure.”
“You could have just asked me to walk!”
“I could have.” A small pause,“…But I prefer this.”
You stared at him, heart racing, the ocean breeze now replaced by the steady rhythm of his steps.
“…You’re being bold.”
“I am being efficient.”
You laughed under your breath,“That’s not what this is.”
His eyes flicked down to you, calm—but unmistakably intent. “No,” he admitted quietly,“…It is not.”
Silence settled between you again—but it wasn’t empty. It was full. Heavy with everything he hadn’t said. As the hotel doors came into view, his hold on you remained steady, unwavering. Like he had already decided, there was nowhere else you were going tonight.
Atsushi Murasakibara
Usually, getting dressed meant grabbing whatever was clean—track pants, a loose T-shirt, maybe a hoodie if it was cold. Functional. Comfortable. Easy to ignore. Your training schedule meant you rarely had to dress up in your day-to-day life. Mornings were packed with school and afternoons with your volleyball training. After all, it wasn’t every day that you were selected for the national youth team.
But today... today was supposed to be special. Your crush had finally asked you out on a date, and you wanted to impress him.
You spent the whole of yesterday evening rummaging through your wardrobe trying to find something to wear. And today, too, there was a lot to think about: the weather, the venue, what you’d be doing… and after a quick call to your best friend Minnie, your outfit was sorted.
You almost didn’t recognize yourself: black ripped skinny jeans hugged you just right, the fabric torn in all the right places, shaping your legs—and yeah, your ass looked really good. The lace top added a soft, delicate contrast, hugging your torso while still feeling like you. The sheer fabric showing a little skin. Silver jewelry layered across your neck and wrists caught the light subtly, and the black arm gloves gave everything a gothic edge.
The kitten heels were the final touch—small, but enough to change how you carried yourself. The skinny jeans flared just enough at the bottom to stage up the heels.
You stared at your reflection for a second longer. “…Okay,” you muttered,“This is fine. I look fine...actually I look hot.”
___ _ _ _
Your crush, favourite little sweetie and snack lover Atsushi nicknamed Mura, was already waiting when you arrived—leaning against the wall of the bar you wanted to go to, lazily snacking on something, as usual.
Some things were predictable. He was predictable.
You took a breath and walked up,“…Hey Mura.”
He glanced over, half-lidded and uninterested like usual—and then paused mid-chew on his pocky stick.
The snack in his hand lowered slowly,“…Eh?”
You shifted your weight slightly,“What?” Shit, he didnt like the outfit? was it too much? Your thoughts ran wild.
He didn’t answer. His eyes moved—slow, heavy, taking you in piece by piece. From your heels… up your legs… lingering just a second too long at your hips… then to your waist, your top, your jewelry…
All the way back to your face.
“…That’s you?” he asked flatly.
You blinked,“Yes?? Who else would it be? Did you ask another girl out on a date????”
He frowned slightly, like he was trying to process something complicated—which, for him, probably meant he was,“…You look different.”
“Good different or weird different?,” you asked, getting nervous. He hummed, still staring. Then he took another slow bite of his snack, chewing thoughtfully,“…Both.”
You groaned,“Mura—”
He cut you off, stepping closer. And closer to you. You stiffened slightly as his shadow fell over you. Sometimes you forgot how towering tall he was. God, going on this date already had the worst start...
His gaze dropped again, more deliberate this time, less confused… more aware. “…Your butt looks nice,” he said bluntly.
You choked,“EXCUSE ME?!”
He tilted his head,“What? It does.”
Your face burned instantly,“Mura, you can’t just say that!”
“Why not?” he replied lazily,“It’s true.”
You covered your face for a second, trying to recover,“Oh my god…”
He leaned down a bit, eyes still fixed on you—but now there was something softer underneath his laziness. “…I didn’t think something sweet could get sweeter,” he added slowly.
You peeked through your fingers,“…What?” God, why was he saying shit like that?? You never had seen him flirt, so get to know this side of him, knowing he was this agressive....was shocking to be honest.
His expression didn’t change much, it never did really—but his voice dropped just enough to make your heart trip,“…and also be this sexy.”
That hit. Hard. Like really hard. Your heart sank deeper, this man was going to be the death of you. You froze completely, your brain short-circuiting for a second,“Y-you—what—since when do you say stuff like that?!”
He shrugged, completely unbothered,“Since now, I guess.”
Your heart was racing, and you hated how easily he’d done that to you.
“…You’re unbelievable,” you muttered.
“Mhm.”
There was a small pause. Then, unexpectedly, he reached down and lightly tugged at the lace sleeve near your wrist, inspecting the fabric between his fingers.
“…This is nice,” he said,“Soft. Like a mochi.”
“…It’s lace,” it just slipped out. Your mind was no longer able to think clearly.
“Mm.” His grip lingered just a second too long before he let go. Then he straightened, popping the last bit of his snack into his mouth,“…Let’s go.”
You blinked,“That’s it??”
He glanced down at you again, eyes still carrying that same quiet intensity,“…If we stay here, I’ll just keep staring.”
You flushed again,“THEN DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT!”
He turned, already starting to walk, completely ignoring your embarrassment.
“…Hurry up,” he mumbled.
You followed—trying (and failing) to calm your heartbeat.
And the whole time, you could feel it, his gaze drifting back to you every few steps.
His gaze being hungry in a way that somehow still felt… soft. Just like him. But he clearly wasnt hungry for snacks or food...
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about: your boyfriend got a baby fever after seeing you play with your nephew. who would have thought this little family outing will turn into a breeding session with teppei?
tw: breeding, lots of breeding, teppei is down BAD, established relationship, gentle!teppei, aftercare included, give this man some kids
note: kiyoshi is one sexy mf and you cant convince me otherwise. this takes place a few years after knb
the day was beautiful. it was the middle of april where the weather was still a bit chilly but the sun was out and the yard was filled with pretty cherry blossom trees.
you and kiyoshi were visiting your sister together to meet your new nephew who blessed your family a few months ago. you were pacing around the backyard, a small baby in your arms while his older sister was running around you, all joyful because she got to see you again after some time. even tho the yard was filled with the kid’s laughter and the adults’ banter from catching up on the patio, the scenery felt peaceful and pleasant.
teppei was currently listening to your brother-in-law who was telling him about the latest NBA match he saw on the tv but oh, he couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides his pretty little girlfriend with a baby on her hip.
he was stealing glances at you every chance he got, looking like a typical high schooler, mesmerized by how natural you look, how happy you look.
you returned the looks every now and then, huge smile on your lips, completely oblivious to the thoughts that were running through his mind. and oh boy, when you picked up the baby’s hand and waved at him? he melted.
he tried to keep his cool throughout the rest of the day, allowing you to catch up with your family without any interruptions. teppei himself spent the afternoon talking with other men and taking care of the small things around the house.
but the evening came quickly and you both said your goodbyes before jumping in the car and heading back to your shared apartment in the city.
kiyoshi was mostly quiet on the way back, listening to you talking about how much fun you had, how good it was to see everyone again. his hand rested gently on your thigh, his thumb circling around your skin while the other hand was on a steering wheel.
you’re not even sure what hit you when he practically jumped on you the moment the front doors closed behind you. he was kissing you like crazy, his tongue quickly finding a way inside your mouth.
„t-teppei.” you mumbled in between kisses, instinctively throwing your hands around his neck to pull him a bit closer. „what’s gotten into you?”
he didn’t respond at first, just deepened the kiss, one of his arms gripping your hips while the other stayed on your lower back. „couldn’t help myself- shit, you looked so pretty like this.” he muttered into your lips and started to guide you towards the bedroom.
„like what?” you giggled, genuinely confused at his words but you happily obliged and followed him to the other room.
„with- with a baby on your hip.” he admitted before lightly pushing you onto the bed. „so fucking pretty”
it was true, you saw the way he was looking at you before but that thought hasn’t crossed your mind before. but you couldn’t protest right now, not when he got you feeling so good.
„teppei- fuck” you said into the kiss before pulling away a little bit. „you sure about this?” you asked while looking up at him and damn, he looked hotter than ever. with pure fire in his eyes.
„more than anything” he responded immediately, dropping his own weight down, his hands on both sides of your head. „i couldn’t think of anything else for the past few hours” he admitted, his gaze traveling from your face down to your body, taking in every curve, every piece of skin. „the thought of you with a swollen belly…” he said while one of his hands moved to your lower stomach, gently caressing the place. „with my baby inside of you… with swollen and leaking tits, for fuck’s sake- such a pretty sight”
you couldn’t help but let out a little moan at his words, your clit pulsing at the mere thought of the image.
„let me breed you, princess” he whispered into your ear, the hand already traveling down from your stomach to your (soaked) pussy. „let me fill you so much you’ll be leaking for days”
that’s it. that’s all you needed to be convinced. his sweet voice, his hungry gaze and the soft touch. you practically melted under him before nodding your head. he took of your clothes in an instant and came back to kissing you while discarding his own shirt.
„so beautiful” he said full of adoration while his fingers explored your naked body as if he hadn’t seen it all before. he quickly moved the kisses down your jawline, neck and breasts, leaving a wet trail behind, placing kisses and bites along the way. „so tasty…”
you grew impatient and whined when his lips met your nipples, gently sucking your buds. „k-kiyoshi!” you moaned, pushing your lower body up, desperate for any kind of friction.
„tsk- so impatient too” he cooed, giving you a cocky grin while getting rid of his own pants. „will you let me have a taste or do i need to get right to it? hm?” he mumbled while exploring your inner thighs, getting dangerously close to your throbbing pussy.
„d-don’t teasee” you warned him in a whiny voice, buckling your hips once more. „please, teppei”
„what my princess wants, she gets” he nodded before placing a quick kiss over your panties and getting them out of the way. „fuck it, just a second darling” he mumbled and licked your pussy anyway, despite your protests. teppei just couldn’t resist while having such a delicious meal right in front of him. he room quickly filled with sounds of your beautiful moans and wet kisses kiyoshi was placing all over your clit and cunt.
„i-i can’t anymore…” you uttered breathlessly. „m’close, s’close-”
„c’mon darling, give it to me” he whispered in between sucking on your clit. his words flipped a switch in you and the knot that’s been forming in your stomach finally popped. you gripped teppei’s hair and came all over his tongue. „perfect, s’fucking perfect”
he didn’t even give you time to respond, his boxers came off in a second, revealing his painfully hard cock, all glistening at the tip and ready to finally get some work done. teppei bottomed out in one swift motion, earning a loud and nasty moan from you. „so ugh- tight” he threw his head back, allowing you a second to adjust before moving back and forth, hitting all the right spots each time.
„t-teppei-ngh!” you whined out, arching your back off the bed. but he didn’t respond, he was too far gone in how good your pussy feels around his bare cock, squeezing the shit out of him with each movement. he grew impatient as well, folding your knees to your chest, which made him go even more deeper, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix.
„oh darling, it’s s’good, s’perfect for me- just for me”
„kiyoshi- fuck, please!” you begged, your own hands finding their way into his brown locks, wanting to pull him just a little closer.
„what is it, baby? tell me” he ordered in a low voice, giving you a hard thrust in the meantime.
"c-cum... i- i need to cum!" you pled, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from overstimulation. that’s how it always worked with your boyfriend. he was the only one who could fold you in seconds, your body immediately responding to his tone and touch and getting over the edge within minutes.
„cum for me princess, m’close myself… ugh- can’t wait to shoot it right into that fertile womb of yours” he mumbled, sounding so pussy drunk that it sent you over the edge. you came with his name on your lips, your walls closing down on him, milking his cock like never before.
kiyoshi came with a loud grunt, quickly folding you in the meanest mating press to give you even more pleasure. you felt the streaks of his warm cum, deep inside your cervix. you repeated your boyfriend’s name like a mantra, small tears falling down your cheek.
„tsk- cryin’ already?” he mocked, wiping the wetness with his finger. „we’re far from done darlin’” he gave you a quick deep kiss before manhandling you into a doggy position. „gonna fill you up all night- fuck” he was back inside you in a one swift thrust, which made your legs feel like jelly. „gotta make sure it takes sweetheart”
„m-more, teppei- fuck! i need more” you whined out, your face pressing into the pillows.
„fuckin’ hell. y’re shameless, darling” kiyoshi groans, punctuating each word with a smack of his cock into your cervix.
but oh boy, he happily obliged. he had you in any known position throughout the night, overstimulating you so much that you swear you saw stars. over and over again, his cum filled you so much that the bulge in your stomach was so visible that you thought you’d burst.
the moment teppei pulled out, he quickly laid down on the bed and pulled you close him, holding you in a tight hug, fingers instinctively finding your hair and drawing gentle circles on your scalp.
„you did so good baby” he whispered praises into your ear. „so good”
„that was- wow” you mumbled back breathlessly, still unable to form proper sentences, which was met with a soft laugh from kiyoshi.
you cuddled on the bed for some time before teppei picked you up and took you to the bathroom. he treated you like a queen, washing your whole body from head to toes and drying your hair before he tucked you back in the bed, claiming the spot behind you before both of you fell asleep.
and soon enough, his mischievous plan worked and two pink lines showed up on the pregnancy test.
my second fic here and the second one centered around pregnancy, i need to chill the fuck out >.<
Tatsuya sipped his drink while Kagami and Kuroko just stared. The 4 of them had met up for a street game. Not a competition, just a friendly game, and [Y/N] had tagged along. They had been a very good, very fair cheerleader, and after the game the all decided to stop at Maji Burger for lunch.
“Bleh! Salad? That’s gross [Y/N]-chin. Who willingly eats vegetables?” She tried to explain, like many before her, that vegetables were good for you, but Murasakibara was already scraping some of his fries onto her plate. “I’m not going to be able to eat if I have to watch you eat just that. Here.” He then put one of his four parfaits on her tray as well. “This one is your favorite right? You take it. I don’t want it anymore.”
“What is happening right now?!” Kagami finally exclaimed, echoing the feelings of the others at the table who had a bit more tact than to say it out loud. “You tried to stab me in the hand once because my arm got close to your parfaits! Now you’re just giving them away.”
“You’re not [Y/N]-chin.” Murasakibara answered with a scowl.
[Y/N] didn’t really seem to understand what was going on. She just nibbled at her fries and dipped one in the ice cream custard of her parfait. “You guys are always so funny.”
When his partner shows up to the game wearing Aomine’s jersey number, he pretends he doesn’t care at all. Like, “What’re you all dressed up for?” But in reality, he can’t take his eyes off them, and the corner of his mouth keeps twitching as he tries to hide a smile.
The number and name is the real pride
He notices it’s his number. His name. His merch. His jersey. Even if it’s an official jersey anyone could buy, to him it feels personal. Like his partner chose him out of the whole team. It warms him more than he’d ever admit.
Showing off in front of the team? Oh yeah.
He deliberately walks over to his partner in front of everyone and throws an arm around them or lazily rubs the back of his neck, muttering something like:
“You look especially sexy in my uniform today.”
The team howls. He catches their approving looks, not because he’s bragging, but because he secretly loves when everyone can see who chose him.
Extra motivation on the court? Yeah, of course.
Aomine usually plays off pure talent, but this time he’s a little more focused. A little more aggressive. A little faster. One thought pulses in his head: They came here for me. I have to be the best on this court.
The secret glance are here too and not THAT secret.
During a break, he scans the stands for his partner. When he finds them, he lifts a brow, gives a small smirk, and nods like he’s saying: I’m doing this for you.
After a win, he walks up, hugs them, buries his face in their neck, and whispers:
“It suits you so well I don’t want you taking it off ever.”
(And later, of course, he’ll help take it off himself, but that’s at home, not in the stands.)
Instant jealousy mode ON!
If someone stares at his partner a little too long while they’re wearing his jersey, Aomine’s eyes narrow dangerously. Like....
“What’re you staring at? That’s my uniform. And my person.”
The jersey is something as a charm?
His partner starts wearing the jersey on other days too - at home, out for a walk, even to sleep. At first he teases:
“What, you a fan now?”
But inside he melts. Sometimes he’ll even pull it over their head himself, like he’s claiming a trophy. “Now it’s definitely mine.”
On tough days, he remembers how his partner showed up to support him, glowing in his colors. And it makes things easier, because he’s not alone anymore. He has his number one fan.
And yes, now he wears merch too. Not team merch. Something else. Like a hoodie he designed himself: a photo of his partner in his jersey printed on it. And underneath, the words:
This is short I’m so sorry anon 😕 also somewhat repetitive I think and like ooc I’m sorry
The sound of the basketball hitting the backboard of the goal sounded in the background as you let out a frustrated groan. You leaned down to grab the ball and started to get into position again, only to feel your boyfriend’s body behind yours. His hands adjusted the way you stood and held the ball before he stepped back. You took a deep breath and shot the ball again. And you missed. Again.
“You’re doing wrong, babe.”
“I’m doing it as you’re telling me to…”
“You need to follow through.”
“What the hell does that even mean???”
“Just— just let me show you.”
With that, he picked up the ball and handed it to you. He stepped back behind you when you got back into position, and helped you hold the ball correctly. When he had helped you shoot, his hands adjusted guided yours to follow through. And you made it, but probably because he helped. You weren’t very surprised, though. It was him.
“See? You can do it in your own now.”
“I’m gonna miss.”
“Just try.”
You rolled your eyes, but and turned around and grabbed the ball as it rolled back in your direction. You barely cared to get back into the same position for the millionth time, but you wanted to prove that you could do it, so you did. You shot the ball — following through this time — and finally, finally made it. You gasped and turned around with what had to be the widest smile ever on your face. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and got that stupid smirk of his to make its way back onto his face.
“Good job. Can we go now? I’m hungry.”
You slapped his chest.
“Can’t you be a little happier you got your girlfriend to shoot properly?”
“Fine, fine. I’m happy my girlfriend shot a ball. Can we get food now?”
You groaned, but you nodded anyway. Who were you to deny your lovely boyfriend food, anyway? You picked up the ball and moved to put it in his big ass bag that was in the bench, but you let him grab the bag himself. You grabbed his hand, barely even waiting on him to fully pull the strap over his shoulder before you started pulling him along the sidewalk. If he wanted food, he sure as hell was gonna get it.
Guess it was time to feed your fatass of a boyfriend after he laughed at you for being bad with the ball.
A/N: I deadass hate this sm please nobody read this
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GOM + Kagami: Seeing their s/o with tighter clothes for the first time
Summary: Our favourite chaotic dumbasses but this time with class, suit and tie, as well as a stunning accompaniment for the evening. Super cute, fluff and funny <3 Enjoy
Authors Note: Y/n = your name // GIFS are not mine // Female reader implied // Not really proof read, sorry.
The hotel ballroom glowed under soft chandeliers, packed with athletes from every major high school and college in the region. It was a formal gala—a celebration of academic and athletic excellence—and for once, everyone was out of jerseys and into evening wear.
Tetsuya and the others were now spread all over the hall: Midorima was busy finding a suitable place for his lucky charm, while Kise Atsushi had to hold back from snacking before the buffet opened. Aomine stood awkwardly near the chocolate fountain, wearing a navy blue suit that looked like it had been wrestled onto him five minutes before the event. He tugged at his collar, looking to Kuroko.
“Tetsu didn’t say this thing would be this uptight…” he muttered, scowling at the bowtie he’d failed to fasten properly.
“Still looks better than your school uniform,” a familiar voice teased.
He turned—and froze.
You stood just a few steps away, a sleek, form-fitting dress hugging your curves: Blue, shiny, expensive looking satin fabric clung to your figure. It wasn’t overly flashy, but it left little to the imagination—and yet somehow, the look in your eyes made it feel more elegant than provocative. You smiled at him, slightly nervous, slightly amused.
“…Daiki?”, you asked at the sight of him malfunctioning completely.
Aomine blinked. His mouth opened, then closed again like he’d forgotten how to human. Normally, you and Aomine were very similar when it came to clothing. Wide fit, comfortable and with a sporty touch. Lots of oversized hoodies and sports pants. Which was actually quite practical since you two now had two wardrobes at your disposal. So this sight was new…
“Holy—uh,” he cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair as a blush crept across his cheeks, “You… look… different.”
“A good kind of different?” you asked, teasingly.
He looked away, muttering, “Like, punch-someone-who-looks-too-long different.”
You laughed, stepping closer. “You really can’t take a compliment without threatening violence, huh?”
“I’m serious,” he mumbled, stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking. “I didn’t know you had a dress like that.”
“I didn’t. Kuroko’s girlfriend made me buy it. Said it’d be funny watching you malfunction. You know what Satsuki is like. And I thought, given the occasion, I might as well try something new.”
Aomine groaned and glared across the room at where Kuroko stood stoically talking to Satsuki, sipping water like a crime hadn’t been committed.
You reached out and gently straightened his uneven tie. He looked incredibly good, you had to give him that. His bad boy charm, clad in a navy blue suit…you could have looked at him forever.
“You look good too,” you said softly. “Like a chaotic James Bond.”
“…The tie's choking me.”
“Then suffer. For fashion. And me.”, you laught sweetly.
He gave a rare, boyish laugh and looked at you—really looked. A slow grin spread across his face, and this time it wasn’t laced with sarcasm or teasing.
“You’re seriously gonna make me fight someone tonight, huh?” he murmured, voice low and genuine.
You rolled your eyes and looped your arm through his. “You can start by walking me to the dance floor, Mr. Bond.”
Aomine sighed dramatically. “Only if there’s no spinning. I’m an athlete, not a ballerina.”
“You’re such an unbelievable idiot.”
“Yeah, but I’m yours.”
The sports gala was in full swing, all glass chandeliers and polished floors. Athletes in tailored suits mingled with scholars and coaches, speeches echoing off the marble as the evening celebrated excellence in both academics and athletics. The invitation came about a month ago. Midorima wasn't sure if he should ask you at first because you had only been dating for 2 months at that point. When you found the invitation to visit him, the decision was overdue.
Somewhere near the edge of the grand hall, Midorima stood stiffly in a charcoal-gray suit with a spotless white pocket square… and a suspiciously green frog keychain peeking out of his breast pocket. He adjusted his glasses for the third time in a minute, clutching his phone in one hand and murmuring quietly. He and the other athletes had already been invited in and now he was waiting for you.
“Cancer’s lucky item today is something green,” he said under his breath. “Green… lucky item… green…”
He was working himself into a mental checklist frenzy—when the crowd parted, and you stepped in.
Dark green silk. Fitted in all the right places. A slight shimmer under the lights, the dress hugged your silhouette, confident yet understated. Your hair was pinned just enough to show off the delicate curve of your neck, where the small, delicate necklace with the green emerald ,that his grandma had given you, hung. And the look in your eyes said: You did this on purpose.
Midorima’s jaw didn’t drop. That would be unseemly. But his ears turned bright red in an instant. Normally baggy track pants and baggy t-shirts were the order of the day. Not that it would have bothered him. That's exactly why he liked you, you were unapoligatically yourself.
You smiled and walked over, your heels soft against the marble. “You said something green would be your lucky item today, right?”
“I—yes—Oha Asa specifically stated that Cancers should keep something green close to them to avoid emotional turbulence and maintain stability in relationships and—” He abruptly cut off, realizing what he was saying.
You tilted your head innocently. “Yeah, I know. I thought, maybe… I could be your lucky item.”
His eyes widened. Glasses fogged. Brain short-circuited. How could you do that? now that he had to go on stage soon and was already way too nervous.
“You—you’re already—I mean, obviously—yes, that’s extremely logical,” he blurted, rapidly pushing up his glasses again. “That’s… ah… very considerate of you.”
You leaned in just slightly, brushing imaginary lint from his lapel. Your delicate scent, which smelled like a Moscow Mule, enveloped both of you.
“You look really handsome tonight, Shin-chan,” you said softly.
He cleared his throat, looked down at the floor, then at you—and blushed even harder.
“I should be the one saying that,” he muttered. “You look…”
Pause. Long pause.
“…Statistically unfair to everyone else in the room.”, he exclaimed. You laughed. Then, after another agonizing moment of trying to maintain his composure, Midorima exhaled slowly and added, almost too softly for you to hear:
“…I must be very lucky indeed. To have a girlfriend like you.”
You blinked, caught off guard. He stared forward, frozen in place, already regretting saying it out loud.
“…Shintarō.”
“Forget I said that.”
“Not a chance.”
You took his hand gently.
“Thank you,” you whispered. “I’m lucky too. You are amazing”
Somewhere behind you, Takao and Taiga were watching from a table and whisper-yelling, “HE SAID IT?! DID HE ACTUALLY SAY IT?!”
The sports gala glittered with polished shoes, award plaques, and dignified chatter. Music drifted through the grand ballroom, and athletes from all over had cleaned up for the evening. Even the towering Kagami Taiga, usually more comfortable in sweatpants than a suit, had managed to wrangle himself into a sleek black tux.
His tie was slightly crooked. He was fiddling with the cuffs. And he was sweating. He had always dreamed of something like this. It feels like draft night in the NBA.
“Oi, Kagami,” Aomine muttered from the snack table. “Why do you look like you’re about to face Rakuzan again?”
“He’s nervous,” Kuroko said, appearing out of nowhere as usual. “(Y/N) said she would accompany us, remember?,” Kuroko added.
Kagami’s ears turned red. “S-Shut up!”
“You’ll survive,” Midorima muttered, arms crossed. “Unless she shows up in something red. Cancer’s unlucky color today is red—”
And then everything just stopped. The double doors at the ballroom entrance opened, and you stepped in.
A revealing red dress clung to your figure like it was made for you and for you only. The slit on your thigh, the soft glow of your skin, the perfectly tied-up hair with just enough strands loose to frame your face—it was elegance with a dangerous twist. Your jewelry—ruby red and shining—matched your dress like fire licking gold.
And to Taiga Kagami, you didn’t just walk in. You descended from the heavens. His heart stopped. Literally skipped. Probably as red as your dress.
“…She’s really wants to kill me...,” he whispered.
You scanned the room until you locked eyes with him. You smiled, soft and confident—and Kagami, the guy who stared down NBA-level opponents, panicked.
“Kagamin’s about to combust,” Kise whispered, eyes wide and amused.
“I give him twenty seconds,” Murasakibara said, chewing.
You made your way over, hips swaying just slightly—not teasing, just effortless—and stopped right in front of him. The gentle click of your high heels came to an end.
“Hi,” you said with a grin. “You clean up nice.”
Kagami opened his mouth. No sound came out. He cleared his throat. He didn't know where to look…Your legs? No. Your accompaniment? Absolutely no way. He wasn't a weirdo. So he chose looking at your shoulders. Somehow the least problematic spot to look at, he thought.
“Y-You—uh—you look—uh—” He looked down, face crimson.
You tilted your head. “Cat got your tongue?”
“You look—damn.” It burst out of him before he could think. “Like—like some kind of goddess. Like—what are you doing to me right now?”
You laughed softly, reaching up to straighten his tie, your fingers warm against his chest.
“Just returning the favor,” you whispered. “You know how you kill me in those jerseys. All sweaty, shiny and with tense muscles peaking through. This felt fair.”
Kagami blinked rapidly, trying not to overheat.This sentence finished him off. “Y-You didn’t have to go this hard—I mean—you look amazing. Seriously. But—uh—also, like—this might not be safe for my....blood pressure.”
In the background, Aomine clutched Kuroko’s shoulder. “He’s gone, man. She slayed him.”
Kise sniffled dramatically. “Young love is so beautiful.”
You tugged Kagami gently toward the dance floor. “Come on, Taiga. One dance. For your goddess?”
He made a strangled sound, but let you pull him away. Your hand firmly gripping his biceps. He could have sworn to God that you would eventually be the death of him.
“…I’m gonna mess this up,” he muttered under his breath.
“You won’t,” you smiled, resting your hand against his chest. “You’ve got the biggest heart in the room. You’ve already won.”
Midorima pushed up his glasses, averting his gaze. “This is getting disgustingly romantic. I'll excuse myself to the toilet”. Murasakibara popped another macaron. “I still ship it.”
The ballroom shimmered with golden lights and polished crystal, filled with the quiet buzz of athletes, coaches, and scholars mingling at the annual Academic Sports Gala. Kuroko had already been here once with the Teiko team. Now, however, it was different. The other schools and thus also the generation of miracles were all in this hall. He is pleased that everyone was able to come together in a friendly manner for this evening.
Near the refreshment table, Kuroko stood with a glass of water in both hands, looking as calm and unreadable as ever in his tailored black suit. But if anyone had been watching closely—which the entire Generation of Miracles was—they’d see the tiny signs: the shifting weight from foot to foot, the faintest flush on his cheeks.
“She’s late,” Aomine muttered, checking his watch. “Kuroko’s about to evaporate.” You and the boys had known each other since your Teiko days. At that time you were the manager of the Leichtatklik Club, with which the boys had always had a little rivalry.
“I give him ten seconds once she walks in before he drops the glass,” Kise smirked.
“You guys are so cruel,” Murasakibara said between bites of cake, “but also, I’m curious.”
“She did say she’d wear a teal dress,” Midorima noted, pushing up his glasses. “Bold choice for someone as quiet as her.”
“She said, Taiga told her it’s Kuroko’s favorite color,” Kise whispered.
Aomine snorted. “They're both idiots in love.”
Then the doors opened—and it seems, as if the room held its collective breath: You stepped in, the teal, almost waterlike dress hugging your frame like liquid silk. It was revealing, yes, but tasteful—delicate straps, a slit that played just on the edge of bold, and a deep neckline that somehow didn’t feel showy on you. What really made it stop time, though, was your hair—usually up or hidden under a cap—now cascading in shiny waves of brown, catching every speck of light like fire spun into thread. Like golden threats had been woven into it.
You walked with purpose, but your eyes searched. And the moment they found Kuroko, he just… froze. The cup of water in his hand tipped slightly.
“Called it,” Kise whispered, holding out a napkin.
You stopped a few feet in front of him, slightly nervous despite the confidence your dress was supposed to give you. “Hi, Tetsuya.”
He blinked once, then again, as if making sure you were real.
“You look…” he said quietly, voice unusually soft even for him. His eyes moved up to yours, lingering. “Incredible.”
You smiled, brushing a bit of hair behind your ear. “Thank you. I, um… remembered you said you like red.”
Kuroko looked away briefly, cheeks burning. “It… suits you more than I could’ve imagined,” he said, barely audible, but the words were genuine in the way only he could make them.
You stepped a little closer. “You’re staring.”
“I know. I’m sorry,”Kuroko said mildy blushing and immediately looking away.
“No,” you said with a light laugh, “it’s okay. I was hoping you would.”
Kuroko blinked again, then looked down at his now-empty water glass. “I think I spilled.”
From behind a column, the rest of the Generation of Miracles were bunched together like overgrown middle-schoolers spying on a crush.
“Oh my god,” Aomine groaned. “Someone please just lock them in a closet already. I can't watch this anymore.”
“They’re like deer,” Kise whispered in full awe. “Adorable, awkward deer.”
“I think it’s sweet. But it's annoying that this has been going on for so long,” Murasakibara mumbled, licking frosting from his finger.
“Since our Teiko days, it's like a series without a season finale…Hopefully one of them explodes from suppressed feelings,” Midorima said flatly.
Back on the ballroom floor, you took a tiny leap of courage.
“Would you like to dance, Tetsuya?”, you asked sweetly. He looked up, stunned for a second. “…Yes. I’d like that very much.”
He offered his hand, and you took it gently—his palm warm, just slightly trembling.
As the two of you walked onto the dance floor, Aomine groaned louder.
“They’re still blushing! It’s like watching a slow-motion hug.”
But Kuroko didn’t hear them. His world, for once, wasn’t quiet—it was beating wildly, fast, loud. He knew he had to ask you at some point or confess his feelings to you. No one else should find this teal colored gem.
The ballroom of the grand academic sports gala glimmered with elegance. Glass chandeliers spilled golden light across polished floors, string music floated in the air, and rows of desserts lined the buffet like edible artwork. Like everyone else, he got the invitation from Takao. He actually had no desire to attend. When Rin, the new manager, mentioned that she and a friend were leaving, he perked up. He knew that you and Rin got along well, so maybe there was a chance that you…
Towering by the dessert table, Murasakibara Atsushi lazily munched on a strawberry éclair, violet eyes half-lidded as he scanned the room in slow, lazy loops. Boring people, boring ambience and boring snacks to say the least. He looked mildly bored—until something made him stop mid-chew. Takao had given him a nudge with his elbow.
“…Mmm?”
The world seemed to pause. You had just walked in. A soft pink ball gown bloomed around you like cotton candy clouds, hugging your waist and cascading in layers of delicate tulle. Long, white satin gloves wrapped your arms, and your hair was swept up into a graceful bun, a few strands framing your face. You looked like you stepped out of a storybook.
Atsushi blinked slowly, pastry forgotten in his hand. “Whoa…” he mumbled.
The rest of the Generation of Miracles, gathered nearby with varying degrees of interest, also noticed the sudden shift in him.
“Did he just stop chewing?” Kise whispered, eyes wide.
“I’ve never seen him do that,” Midorima said, adjusting his glasses. Aomine grinned. “That’s gotta be love.”
Murasakibara stared as you finally spotted him and began making your way over, lifting your gown delicately with gloved fingers. When you reached him, he blinked again and said, almost childlike, “You look like… cake.”
You blinked. “Cake?” How very...him.
“Like one of those pretty ones in glass boxes. Too pretty to eat,” he said slowly, then tilted his head. “You look… really nice. Way too nice.”
You laughed gently. “I was worried it might be too much.”
He stared for a second longer before saying in his low, mellow voice, “Can I… dance with you?”
You blinked this time. “You want to dance?”
He shrugged one big shoulder. “Dunno. Feels like I should. Like, if a princess shows up, someone’s supposed to dance with her, right?”
You smiled, warm and a little shy. “Then yes. I’d like that.”
He moved with surprising gentleness for his size, his large hand cradling yours as you walked together to the center of the floor. The music slowed into something soft and lilting. The world hushed. You placed your gloved hand on his shoulder as he fumbled slightly to find the right position.
“I don’t really… know how to do this,” he murmured.
“You’re doing fine,” you whispered. “Just sway.”
As you moved together, he glanced down at you—really looked.
“Your hair’s up…” he said quietly. “I like it. I can see your face better.”
You flushed. “Do you… really mean that?”
He nodded slowly. “I mean everything I say to you.”
Silence fell between you, but it wasn’t awkward. It was full—tender, like candy melting slow on the tongue. Then, very softly, almost like he was talking to himself, Murasakibara murmured:
“I don’t think sweets ever made me feel like this.”
Your breath caught just a little. “I think you might be my new favorite thing.”
From the sidelines, the other Miracles were frozen.“…What the hell,” Aomine said, baffled. “Did he just say that?”
Kise whispered, “I didn’t even know he could talk like that…”
Midorima crossed his arms but looked quietly affected. “He’s not even sleepy right now. He’s… present.”
Kuroko smiled softly. “She makes him feel something no snack ever could.”
As the song came to a close, Murasakibara leaned down slightly, resting his forehead against yours for the briefest, quietest moment.
“You make everything feel slower,” he whispered. “But in the good way.”
The Akashi family’s private ballroom was nothing short of breathtaking—marble floors that shimmered like water, chandeliers that hung like floating constellations, and crimson-and-gold banners bearing the Akashi crest fluttering gently with the hush of circulating air.
The Academic Sports Gala, hosted by the Akashi Corporation, was in full swing—graceful and efficient, just like its organizer.
Seijuro Akashi, dressed in a sharp white suit with a deep red tie, stood near the entrance with a champagne flute in hand. His posture was perfect. His gaze? Sharp, assessing, calm.
Until the murmurs started. A hush spread like a ripple. Heads turned. And then—so did his.
You stepped into the ballroom. Not in your usual oversized sweaters or casual, lived-in jeans. No. Tonight, you were something else entirely.
Wearing a dress would silence even a roaring thunder: It was black and deep red, silky with a daring slit and low-cut back, sculpting your body with elegance and edge. Your hair—usually thrown into a ponytail or hidden under a hoodie—was pinned up in a sleek twist, with a few soft strands framing your face perfectly. Jewelry glinted at your ears and collarbone.
You weren’t just attending. You ruled the room. And Akashi… was stunned.
The girl who wore oversized hoodies and joked about ramen in class now looked like she’d just been crowned Empress of the Akashi household.
Seijuro’s breath caught—just for a second. He didn’t show it. But his hand around the glass tightened faintly.
Across the room, the Generation of Miracles froze in sync.“Wait, is that—?” Kise’s jaw dropped.
“That’s her, thats y/n” Aomine muttered. “No way.” The boys only able to stare at you. “…That’s not fair,” Midorima said, adjusting his glasses aggressively. “She looked good before, but that’s an entire transformation into a godess.”
“She looks like one of those rich fancy sweets that you have to unwrap with gloves,” Murasakibara mumbled around a mochi.
“She looks like she belongs by Akashi-kun’s side,” Kuroko said quietly, with a rare, small smile.
You approached Seijuro with that same quiet composure he usually wore. Your eyes found his—and even you had to admit, this wasn’t how you usually moved, how you usually felt. But for tonight, you wanted to match his world. Just once.
“Seijuro,” you greeted, voice soft but unwavering.
He stared. Not at your body—but you. Every inch of who you were tonight. Your aura was that of a queen: elegant, confident and calm.
“…You look divine,” he said after a pause, his voice lower than usual. “More than that—undeniably yours, and no one else’s.”
You flushed, nerves fluttering beneath the cool exterior. “It’s a bit much, isn’t it? I don’t usually…”
“It’s perfect.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “And it’s not ‘too much.’ You just forgot who you are.”
You blinked. “What do you mean?”
Akashi reached for your hand, guiding it to his chest. “You are someone who can turn silence into awe. Someone who walks into my family’s ballroom and redefines what elegance looks like. You are worthy of every crown I’ve ever worn.”
You swallowed, heartbeat racing. “You’re not… overwhelmed?”
He actually chuckled—a rare, genuine one. You knew each other since Teiko Middle School. At first you two were at ease with each other with few touch points. He had always watched you in the library until closing time, fascinated by your discipline. Admiration eventually turned into admiration and began to turn into love. Deep conversations about the pressure and your own wishes and dreams had welded you together and created a wordless understanding for each other.
“I’m not overwhelmed. I’m honored.”
He offered his arm, regal and sure. “Will you allow me the first dance?”
You slipped your hand into his. “You may.”
The two of you moved to the dance floor, gliding as if the entire gala had been constructed just for this moment. Back at their corner table, the Generation of Miracles stared in stunned silence.
“…So this is what it feels like to lose to romance,” Aomine muttered.
Kise sniffed. “I’m emotionally unprepared for this level of royalty.”
Midorima took off his glasses to clean them. “They’re more intimidating together than apart.”
“Still cute though,” Murasakibara hummed.
Kuroko sipped his drink quietly, his expression soft. “He’s never looked more at ease.”
And in the center of it all, Seijuro Akashi twirled you once beneath the light, leaned in, and whispered:
“From now on, I hope you always remember this feeling—of being exactly as powerful, beautiful, and irreplaceable as I’ve always seen you.”
The ballroom of the annual Academic Sports Gala Japan glittered with elegance—warm lights, a polished marble floor, and a cascade of glittering crystal from the high chandeliers. Athletes and scholars in sleek gowns and tuxedos mingled under the hum of conversation and soft music.
Among them stood Kise Ryouta, his golden hair perfectly styled, his tailored white suit catching the light just right. He was already surrounded by a small group, chatting and smiling, drawing attention like always. Girls who looked at him and adored him from all corners of the ballroom. It had been easy for him to get ready for this occasion. It was no different than an evening event for his modeling job.
But his eyes? They kept darting to the entrance. Searching even.
“She’s late,” Aomine said, standing nearby with the rest of the Generation of Miracles. “You sure she’s even coming?”
“Maybe she got shy,” Midorima added. “That’s not really her scene and we know how she is.”
“She’s not… flashy like Kise-kun,” Murasakibara said, chewing lazily on a macaron.
Kuroko, ever quiet, simply said, “She’s may be not flashy or in the limelight all the time—but she matters to him.”
Then the doors opened. Silence. There you stood.
Wearing a deep royal blue dress that looked like the night sky had been sewn into silk. It hugged your figure in all the right places—elegant but just daring enough to make it somewhat sexy. Your hair, normally tucked behind a hoodie or loose around your face, was swept up into a delicate updo, revealing your neck and a pair of shimmering earrings. The one he gave you as a gift. He had a photo shoot for a jeweler and was allowed to choose a piece of jewelry as a thank you - he immediately thought of you. For a moment, you hesitated, eyes searching nervously through the crowd.
And then they locked with his. Kise dropped his champagne flute.
“Holy…” Aomine blinked. “That’s her?!”
“I—Is she glowing?” Kise heard Kuroko murmur.
“She looks like a completely different person,” Midorima said, stunned. “No… I mean...she looks like herself, but elevated.”
“She’s so… pretty,” Murasakibara muttered astonished between bites.
But Kise? He was already halfway across the floor. He met you halfway, eyes wide, a huge grin blooming on his face like sunshine breaking through clouds.
“Y/N-chan…!” he practically gasped, stopping right in front of you. His eyes roamed—your dress, your hair, your flushed cheeks—and then landed on your eyes, warm and nervous.
“You’re… wow. You’re…” He stumbled, hand reaching to take yours gently. “I think I just fell for you again.”
You laughed nervously, looking down. “It’s too much, isn’t it? I feel kind of ridiculous…”
He instantly cupped your cheek with one hand, shaking his head with the brightest smile you’d ever seen.
“No way. You look like a star. Like, the star of tonight. Everyone’s staring—I’m staring. I’m never gonna stop.”
You blushed deeper. “I just wanted to match you. Just this once.”
Kise’s smile softened, his voice dropping to something more tender.
“Y/N-chan… I didn’t fall for you because I wanted someone to match me. I fell for you because you’re calm, and gentle, and kind. But this? This side of you…? It’s just proof you’ve always had this beauty in you. I’m just lucky I get to see it.”
You looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy, and he leaned in just a little.
“Dance with me?” he asked, already offering his hand.
You nodded.
And as the two of you glided onto the floor—him beaming with pride, you glowing with quiet confidence—the rest of the Generation of Miracles could only watch.
“…Okay,” Aomine muttered, rubbing his neck. “Now I get it.”
“She’s beautiful,” Midorima admitted. “Understated elegance.”
“They look like one of those luxury ads,” Kise’s former captain, Kasamatsu, added from a distance. Making everyone laugh.
Kuroko smiled softly. “She didn’t need to match Kise. Kise chose someone who grounds him and reasons that matter to him. Tonight, she just reminded the rest of the world why he did so.”
Murasakibara shrugged. “Still want cake. But yeah… they look sweet.”
As the music swelled, Kise leaned down just slightly to whisper in your ear.
“Next time, oversized hoodie or not, I’m still going to think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room.”
You and Midorima had been dating for a little while now. Well… “dating” with him mostly meant walking you home after school, carrying your bag if it looked heavy, and constant scolding about your habits. He was caring in his own way, but when it came to affection? Midorima always froze up. That day, you were walking side by side, his lucky item tucked neatly under one arm, as he lectured you about hydration in the summer heat.
“If you continue to neglect the most basic measures for your well–”
You stopped dead in your tracks.
He blinked, turning to you with a slight frown. “Y/N? What do you think you’re-"
You smiled at him, reaching up to cradle his face in your hands. His eyes widened instantly, the tips of his ears going pink.
“You’re so cute when you lecture me, Shin,” you murmured. Before he could process, you leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn’t long, just a soft press of lips, but it was enough. Enough to make him drop his his lucky item in shock. His entire body went rigid, glasses slipping even lower on his nose. He felt as if his entire system short circuited. When you pulled away, he actually started stuttering. “Y–Y/N!” His voice pitched higher than usual, his cheeks red. “W-What… what was the meaning of that?!” You tilted your head at him, amused. “What do you think it means, Shin? We’re dating, aren’t we? It’s called a kiss.” He gulped audibly. “Y-you can’t just… do such things out of nowhere. There should be proper timing! Proper preparation-!”
“Shin,” you cut him off, rolling your eyes even as you smiled. “If you didn’t want to kiss me, just say that.”
That silenced him instantly. He opened his mouth, shut it again, then adjusted his glasses, muttering so low you almost didn’t catch it: “…Of course I wanted to kiss you.”
You grinned, reaching down to lace your fingers with his, squeezing as you picked up his lucky item.. “Then I’ll keep doing it. So you’d better get used to it.”
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Daiki Aomine
Dating Aomine meant playfully bickering about stupid things. He’d tease you endlessly, poke at you just to get a rise out of you, and you'd never pass up a chance to start some kind of playful scuffle. That night, you were hanging out at his place, cuddling on the couch watching TV. He’d just made a snarky comment about how you couldn’t possibly beat him in a one on one match prompting you to hit him with a pillow. “Oh shut up, Daiki. I always beat you when you’re lazy.”
“Oh?” He smirked, catching the pillow midair. “You talk big for someone who can’t even land a three on me.” Before you knew it, he’d lunged forward, tackling you onto the couch. You squealed, shoving at him as he pinned your wrists down with that cocky grin plastered on his face.
“Say it,” he teased, leaning over you. “Say I’m the best babe. You know I am.”
You resisted, laughing breathlessly. “Never!”
He leaned in closer, face just inches from yours. “Say it.” You smirked. “Make me.” And maybe it was the way your laughter mixed with his, or it was the heat of the moment but suddenly, without warning, his mouth crashed against yours.
For a second, both of you froze. His lips were warm against yours, and the closeness made your heart race. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were wide, like even he didn’t believe what he’d just done.
“…Shit,” he muttered,
“That… wasn’t part of the game.”
You blinked, your lips still tingling. “No kidding.” Silence. Then his grin returned. “Didn’t hear you complaining though.”
You rolled your eyes, shoving at him. “Well no shit, I'm your girl. Why on earth would I complain?” You said leaning up to kiss him again. He held the kiss longer. It was softer and slower. Once he pulled away he muttered with a huge grin.
“…Could get used to this."
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Ryouta Kise
Being with Kise meant you always had a hype man. It didn’t matter what it was. A good grade or even just showing up in a new outfit. He was always cheering for you even for the smallest achievements. But this time, it was actually something big. You’d just been called on stage to accept an award for your academic achievement. The gymnasium erupted in applause, your name echoing as you walked back down the stairs clutching the certificate. The second your feet hit the floor, Kise was already running toward you.
“Y/Nchiii!” he shouted, loudly. His grin was huge, his hands waving above his head. “I KNEW you’d win! Didn’t I tell you?! I told everyone my Y/Nchii’s the best, always the best!!”
“Ryo-" before you could finish, he scooped you up in his arms and spun you around.
“Ahhh, you’re amazing!” he laughed, setting you down but not letting go. His eyes were shining, cheeks flushed with excitement. “I’m so proud of you, Y/Nchii!”
And then he kissed you.
It wasn’t planned. He didn’t even stop to think. He just leaned in, caught up in the adrenaline and pride, and pressed his lips against yours in front of everyone.
You froze for half a second, shocked then melted right into it, his hands cupping your face as if you were the only person in the room. When he finally pulled back, reality hit him. His eyes went wide, and he gasped. “Wait-wait-wait-wait, did I just-" Your stunned look didn’t help.
“…Oh my god, Y/N-chii, I kissed you in front of the entire school! They all saw!” His hands covered his face, muffling his words. “Ahhh, I’m so embarrassed!”
But then you laughed, grabbing his wrists to pull his hands away. “Ryouta… relax. It’s okay.”
He blinked, searching your face, and when he saw you smiling, the panic melted into relief. Then his grin came back brighter than ever.
“Well… if I already embarrassed myself…” he leaned in again, softer this time, whispering against your lips, "then I might as well do it properly.”
And he kissed you again.
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Taiga Kagami
Going to your boyfriend’s house wasn’t unusual despite beginning to date just recently , you’d been friends for ages before this, and Kagami had a habit of texting you things like, “Come over, I made too much food” a
This afternoon was no different. You knocked on his door, and he swung it open, still in his apron, hair messy from cooking.
“Yo,” he said, stepping aside. “Get in before the food gets cold.”
“Smells amazing, as always,” you replied, slipping off your shoes and brushing past him. And without even thinking like it was the most natural thing in the world, you both leaned into each other and gave each other a little peck on the lips.
It was quick. Casual. The same way you might’ve hugged him, or high five him. Except… yeah. Definitely not the same.
The second you pulled back, both of you froze. “…Wait.” You blinked, eyes wide. “Did we just… kiss?”
Kagami’s entire face went crimson on the spot. “Shit-yeah, we did.” After a bit of silence. In a dazed out state, Kagami muttered,
“Damn… that felt… way too natural to be our first kiss."
“…Yeah. It did.” You replied
Clearing his throat, he finally blurted, “So… uh. You hungry?”
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Tetsuya Kuroko
You and Kuroko had only been dating for a short while, and though it still felt new, it
slipped into routine. Him waiting for you after class and walking you home became two official new duties for him.
That evening was no different. The two of you stopped in front of your house, the streetlights flickering softly over. Kuroko shifted his schoolbag, offering you a small nod. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He turned slightly, about to head off and something in you panicked at the thought of just letting him go like that. He was your boyfriend after all, there was no need to let him off with such formality.
“Wait!" you called, and before you could second guess yourself, you jogged forward, reaching up on your toes to peck his cheek.
Except he turned his head at the exact same moment.
Instead of his cheek, your lips landed right against his.
It was quick, clumsy, barely more than a but when you pulled away, your eyes widened. “Oh my god-Tetsu, I-I was aiming for your cheek!” Kuroko reacted calmly on contrary to his heartbeat. “I know,” he said softly.
You waved your hands a little, panicked. “I wasn’t trying to-"
But then his gaze lingered on you. He leaned just slightly closer, and smiled. “…But I’m glad you missed.”
Your breath caught, cheeks burning. “…You are?”
“Yes.” His voice was calm. “Because it means we don’t have to pretend anymore.”
And before you could answer, Kuroko leaned in again kissed you properly.
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Atsushi Murasakibara
You both were sitting on his bed as you both watched some random anime. Sadly Murasakibara could've cared less about the anime as he was way more focused on the family sized bag of chips in his hands.
“Seriously, Atsushi,” you sighed, tossing him a tissue. “You’re such a mess. You’ve got crumbs all over your face.”
He blinked at you. He then asked . “…Where?” You leaned closer, moving yourself closer to him to wipe it off. "There it's go-"
Before you could finish, he suddenly closed the space between the two of you, lips brushing yours. Just a soft peck on the lips. When he leaned back, he plopped another chip into his mouth, chewing on it like nothing happened.
Your entire body froze. “…Did you just-kiss me?!”
“Mhm.” He didn’t even look away from the screen. “I did.”
“Y-you can’t just do that out of nowhere!”
You defended. At that, he finally turned his eyes back to you, chewing slow. His smile was small. “…Can’t help it, y’know. You're always so pretty. Kinda unfair to the rest of us.”
Your jaw dropped. “Atsushi-"
He shrugged, like he hadn’t just ruined your normal pace of a heartbeat. “What? It’s true.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. He chuckled low, before reaching out those long arms and tugging you against him.
“…Guess I’ll just do it again whenever I feel like it."
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Seijuro Akashi
It was one of those days where everything felt heavy. That night, your boyfriend found you sitting alone on a bench near the garden, phone dangling loosely in your hand. Your shoulders were slumped, your expression heavy with stress and worry.
“Y/N,” his voice was soft as he approached. “You should’ve called me. Sitting out here alone at night… it isn’t safe.”
You tried to smile, but it faltered. “I just… needed some air.."
He sat beside you, close enough that your knees brushed.
“…What’s wrong?” He asked gently, seeing your worried expression. The moment he asked, you felt the words already spilling out. Your day, your frustrations, the ache sitting heavy in your chest. Akashi didn’t interrupt. His hand only found yours, fingers intertwining as an assurance. He listened to you, gaze steady. When you finally fell silent, he squeezed your hand lightly. “You don’t need to bear these things alone. Not while I’m here.”
Your throat tightened, tears stinging your eyes despite your best effort. You laughed weakly. “I must look pathetic right now.”
“Never,” he said firmly, brushing the tear from your cheek with his thumb. And then, after a pause, his voice softened "You could never be pathetic in my eyes. Even at your lowest, you’re still the person I admire most.”
Your heart stuttered, heat rising in your chest and before you could reply, he leaned in and kissed you.
When he pulled back, he smiled reassuringly, as he stated. “I didn’t intend on letting our first kiss happen this way. But it was necessary. Only to reassure you.” He then took your hand, and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "And to remind you you’re far stronger and more beautiful than you give yourself credit for.”
only too (you) - aomine daiki
des. fluff-intimate. where aomine daiki falls again, twice this time: the second time was with basketball and the second time was with you. too!student!reader
notes. includes strong language! mni.
i am getting hooked with knb once again and it literally feels likes 2016 again, omg, i missed my boys so much. i rlly hope the fandom is still alive. anyway, aomine, my beloved you are always loved. and basketball will always love you back. ooc? aomine??? also this is just me jumping to new hyper fixation every time. enjoy!
w.c 2.5k
The ace of the generation of miracles is known for his tenacity and elite action in the world of basketball, girls and boys look forward to his plays and the games he’ll be at. Aomine Daiki is one hell of a player, everybody knows that—but few people actually know him: how his favorite food is teriyaki burger, how he visualize himself as a police officer, how he likes to catch small animals like cicadas, maybe Satsuki or Tetsuya would notice but for Aomine to openly say who he is, that takes a lot courage that shooting a formless shot in a championship game. Then, came, you.
Aomine never believed in love at first sight, hell, he doesn’t even believe in love at all—maybe he did once, with basketball or the dirty magazine sitting in his room, but never once did he think he would experience it. He is more of working for it or rather he’ll take what he can get. At one point in his life, he imagined his life with the models hanging in his room, oh, he would look hot next to them. How cool he would be if he met someone as cool as him but you were clumsy and a mess when you met him, to be honest, it was more of his fault rather than yours because during a practice at Too Academy, where your club is organizing an event where you were finishing a team flag then a bucket of paint spilled on the cloth courtesy of a very annoyed Aomine who just dunked and broken the ring.
“Hey! You did that on purpose!” You pointed out, as he glared at you, but as he met your eyes: the words died in his mouth, it seems like you have a kryptonite to the poor ego-maniac ace of Too Academy. He blinked for a minute, wondering who you were and why you were shouting at him. Typically, he would’ve snapped back because he is his own person, based on his ideals. But for a moment, he is back again, that Daiki who got scared of ghost at Teiko, he is that kid wiggling around the net when Midorima thrown it over him, he is that kid eating ice pops with his friends again, and in the filling tension, a soft whisper came out: “Sorry.”
And he simply left. You were furious but before you could butt in a word, he left. From that day on, Aomine Daiki left an impression on you, while he wonders why looking at you feels a bit like home? Was it your eyes? Your voice? Was it the light? Or is he mistaking you for someone else? But all answers lead to none, he simply just sees you and somehow his body decides to disarm themselves, as if you had a gift. Eventually, he realizes that you two are in the same class, he finds himself staring at you as you write notes. And when he skips practice and goes to the school rooftop, he often thinks of you and him practicing how your name sounds in his mouth.
“Aomine-kun.”
He thought of your hair, your bag, and how your voice was heard earlier.
“Aomine-kun!”
He wonders if he was being delusional, but for once, he finds himself looking forward to something, or rather someone. Somehow, this gnawing feeling rumbling in his chest and stomach makes him wonder about basketball, whether it's a bad thing or a good one, he finds it refreshing meeting someone like you.
“Aomine-kun!”
His eyes finally snapped back at the pink haired girl he knew for years.
“Satsuki, what are you doing here?” He blinked and adjusted with the afternoon sky’s light. “You’re skipping practice again.” She grumbles and eyeing him madly. “Satsuki, what’s the point? I am better alone anyway, I’ll keep scoring and all done, leave me alone.” Momoi looked at him helplessly, because despite her constant trial to reach Aomine, over and over again, she gets tired too. She sincerely hopes, one day, something or someone will be able to put Aomine back to his light, right back to his place, a place where he can’t be tense and just enjoy basketball.
Days have passed and somehow Aomine still hadn’t gathered the courage or rather his pride is blocking him from talking to you, but what are the odds—the moment the class ended, you went to him asking about the schedule of his game. He curses Kise in his mind wishing he listened to Satsuki’s data, he grumbled and answered your question.
“Two days from now. Why? Are you planning to be there?” He asked. You glanced at him and nodded sharing that the school paper had asked you to cover them and write an article. He scoffed, finding writing about his team is amusing and quite performative but then your eyes happily sparkled when you set the date on your phone, he didn’t know if it was the light that day or you just looked like that every single time.
He finally realizes he envies you. He envies you so badly because you still find yourself loving something. Longing for something. Getting excited for something, while he kept skipping practice wondering if basketball is still fun.
“Aomine? Are you still there?” He blinked in haze as you waved your hand in front of him, he clicked his tongue and looked at you. With your words, his breath sucked out of his lungs and realised how much care you have that it simply spilled in your words: “Good luck.” He didn’t even need a damn luck, he is the ACE of the generation of miracles for crying out loud, but against his better judgement he accepted the luck by simply nodding.
The Interhigh came quickly, Too Academy won second place while Yosen stood at third and Rakuzan at first. You somehow find the Too Academy amazing that despite their solitary play, they work as a team—then, Aomine’s former light in Seirin, you wanted to dig deeper about it but the moment Seirin lost, Aomine was nowhere to be found, So, here you are staring at the blank page of your paper, wondering where to start.
“That asshole.” You muttered as you glanced at the time. You recalled their game and wondered if Aomine enjoys playing because he is too mad in the play. You went to the rooftop to take a breather only to see a sleeping Aomine. You walked towards him and as if he felt your presence. “Satsuki, I told you, I am not practicing.”
“Why not?” The pitch of your voice is embedded in Aomine’s head so he opened his eyes and met yours. That eyes of yours that somehow has the ability to break the walls he desperately built for himself. “I am completely too good. You saw my game.”
“I personally think you suck.” That was a lie. Aomine sat up and was completely surprised because for one: they won, second: he basically scored the winning points, and third: he is the ace. He side-eyed you but before he could speak, you continued to say: “You suck because you didn’t have fun.”
“So? I won.”
“Yeah. But, did you have fun?”
That question left a hollow silence in Aomine’s heart because did he have fun? The last time he did was when he was playing with Tetsu, or the time Kise almost caught up with his score, but gods, it seems like a thousand years ago.
“See? You didn’t.” You sat next to him. “Was it boring? Too easy? Or is basketball not for you anymore?” The last one was the most painful so he glared at you. “Shut up.” From that day and on, Aomine thought it would be the last time he would be accompanied by you at the rooftop, but he was wrong as the time stretches into days and months, you find yourself next to the monster in basketball.
Three months before the Winter Cup, Aomine finds your presence his. It was as if he got used to you being there, he somehow reduced himself back to the first time meeting you. Maybe it was envy? Hate? Or Love? But with the time he had with you, he simply wants to keep you around. He wants you like he said sorry for the first time meeting you.
“You’re more annoying than Satsuki.”
“I’m glad I set a new standard.”
That let out a laugh in him, which it sounds foreign but yet, who is he not to laugh, for the person in front of him was able to disarm him with their eyes from the moment they met. He looked away for a bit and finally asked a question that would eventually pave a path to them being something more.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Whatever, the way you find joy in something. Isn’t it tiring if you’re too good at something? It becomes boring.” You glance at him and the streaks of afternoon light never look too good on anyone but here he is. Yet, he looked like he was talking to himself rather than you.
“It does.” It seems like your words surprised him, he looked at you hopelessly. As if he was trying to convey what this is all for. “But it also means you can keep growing. Something boring is something familiar, if you’re familiar with something, it simply means you’re not growing. But it’s different for people, I don’t know what you’re on about but I think it’s pretty normal to feel burnt out at something you used to love.” He glanced at the sky.
“It simply means you’re trying to fall in love with them again, it’s like falling over and over again.” You continued, he snickered a laugh at that.
“You make everything sound so simple…” You chuckled at that.
“I do? Because maybe they actually are. We just like to think they aren’t.” You replied.
That’s how Aomine finds himself getting pulled and pulled more. He looked forward to the afternoons with you, even if sometimes you two don’t talk, he finds your presence grounding him. The envy eventually died down as you kept on being the only thing he looked forward to, Momoi also said that he became a lot more calmer with you in his life, whether it’s a lie or not, he knows he is a lot calmer now.
One afternoon, he simply asked why you kept bothering him. You had told him because he lets you, somehow, it was a mutual understanding between you two.
“You surprise me, I fucking hate it.”
“How so?”
“You had this look of pity that I hate but somehow, I can’t look away. You’re a fucking viper.”
“Glad I scare the Ace.” He smiled at that and closely moved his hand closer to yours. Which you moved closer to him too.
“I’ll fucking win the Winter Cup.” You nodded as he simply finally held your hand and kissed the back of it. “Write about it, yeah?”
“I will.”
The Winter Cup came along; before the game, Too Academy had seen Aomine nowhere, in which Momoi asked you to find him, you find him sitting in a railway near the game location. He didn’t say anything when he spotted you, but he simply patted the space next to him and held your hand. “Should I go there now?” You nodded as you stood closer and he gave you space.
“You should, Momoi is pestering me.” He clicked his tongue. As he leaned in and lay his forehead on your shoulder and finally, he bare his greatest fear.
“I’m scared that if I keep doing this, I’ll lose basketball.” In silence, you simply moved to hug him and he hugged back too.
“Well, for what’s worth,,,I think you’ll be fine. You’re the Aomine Daiki.” He pulled away and nodded. “That I am.” He stares at your eyes and leaned to kiss your forehead as if his own way of thank you,
The game with Seirin ended with Too losing, you find yourself staring at Aomine, if he was okay—but somehow, despite his lost look he looks calmer and in the last moments of the game he was smiling, Momoi finds it amusing too. He glanced up at the bleachers and saw you, he lost but he looks calm, he fades into the background as once again you find him in the railings like an hour ago.
“There you are. You okay?”
“Hm. I lost.” He said as you sat next to him.
“Yes, but did you have fun?” He smiled at that and nodded as he took your hand; shared that he is more content with the result because now he has an equal, something to look forward to, something new. “It feels good…I’ll be buying new shoes with Satsuki tomorrow so I can train.” He finds you staring at him.
And then, a lips felt home landed on yours.
“Aomine?”
“That was my thank-you.”
“For what?”
“For being the most sympathetic person I know. You’re too kind, especially your eyes.” He tucked your hair and leaned again and this time his kiss was welcomed with the same warmth he intends to. After a minute, he smiled—smugly he said you know everything about him that it is scary because for a shortspan, he laid bare his emotion and heart to the person he met when he messed up the paint, that somehow despite him not believing shit tons about love, here he is experiencing it: falling twice—for basketball because of Tetsu and Kagami; and then you, the person he will be willing to share his teriyaki burger, who will help him catch tiny animals, and who will know the police dream job of his. And then came you, a soft storm that somehow took him by surprise.
Not that he is complaining. Actually, he didn’t mind because bearing it to you didn’t feel like a chore, it felt like coming home, So, as he pulled away, he knew that his home will always be you. That despite him hating himself, there’s you.
“The only one who can see me, truthfully….” He kissed your forehead.
“Is you, Only you.” You chuckled and somehow, you realize the title of the article you’re about to write a wordplay of you and Too.
i really hope this will reach people who misses knb just like me. i apologize if he may seem ooc but yay, i miss his dramatic ass.
Sometimes, a simple gesture carried more meaning than words. The silence around you felt soft, almost sleepy.
Your head rests against his chest and your slow breathing brushes against his neck. You can feel Aomine shiver sometimes at the contact, but he doesn’t care. He just keeps you close to him.
And you love that feeling.
The feeling of his arms around you, how they make you feel like he’s completely wrapped around you. Like nothing could reach you here.
The feeling of his warmth against your body, the fabric of his hoodie beneath your fingers, the comforting weight of his embrace keeping you close without ever holding you too tightly.
The sound of your boyfriend’s heart beneath your ear, his chest pressed against yours, his warmth surrounding you.
His hand slips slowly along your back, warm and absentminded, while you stay tucked against him on his bed, the dim quiet of his bedroom surrounding you.
You can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath your cheek, calm enough to make your own match his without even thinking about it.
The room is warm, sleepy.
His hoodie smells faintly like laundry and cologne, and the soft light spilling through the curtains makes everything feel slower somehow.
And when his fingers press lightly against your waist to pull you a little closer, you melt into him instantly.
Aomine lets out a quiet sigh above your head, the kind that sounds tired but comfortable, and you feel his chin rest for a second against your hair.
Neither of you says anything.
You just stay there tangled together in the silence of his room, wrapped in warmth and softness, listening to each other breathe while the world outside feels impossibly far away.
★⋆ -- 232 Fun fact : This is the dream I had about my crush ( I'm devastated ).
𝜗୧⠀⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀⠀mayday - midorima shintaro x reader ♡ ۪ㅤ◞ ྀ
about: midorima is in a desperate need of a stress reliever after loosing his match against akashi and rakuzan. who's better for the task than his loving girlfriend?
tw: unprotected sex, p in v, cumming inside, degradation (praise too!), impact, bodily fluids, shintaro is a meanie, manhandling, aftercare included
note: english is not my first language so apologies for any mistakes!!
nsfw content ahead, minors dni!
you were watching the match from the tribunes, your fingers gripping the hem of the orange shutoku jersey while your eyes were glued to the war between your boyfriend and his former captain that was currently happening on the court. you had all the faith in midorima and his teammates but the end of the last quarter was approaching fast and shutoku's score wasn't going up.
you could see the silent frustration and anger in shintaro's eyes with each basket scored by rakuzan and you didn't even realize you were holding your breath until you heard the buzzer. they lost.
the next parts were an honest blur between getting off the tribunes, shouting after midorima in the hallways, coming back home to his apartment and getting thrown on the bed. shintaro's lips were on yours in seconds, roughly claiming the heated kiss and pushing his tongue inside while tearing off your clothes. "fucking akashi!' he growled in between kisses, pinning you underneath him. "...humiliated me in front of everyone" he was mumbling more to himself rather than to you, stopping only for a second to pull back and take off your underwear. your cheeks flushed red under his hungry gaze while his hands roamed around your naked body, his skilled fingers quickly finding your pussy. he slapped your clit, which resulted in a surprise moan escaping your lips. midorima didn't waste a second and put two of his fingers in your mouth. "suck" he ordered in a voice that sent shivers down your spine and to your pussy.
"shin-chan-n" you moaned around his fingers once again before he took them out and put them inside in a swift motion, which made you arch your back.
"shut up" he said in an annoyed voice and kissed his way down your jawline to your breasts while his skilled fingers were moving in and out of your (now soaked) pussy. "for once just shut the fuck up and take it" he ordered once again and could feel the way you clenched after hearing his voice. "i didn't know my girlfriend was such a slut" midorima said with a cocky grin on his face while his free hand was pinching one of your nipples.
"oh, shin-ngh! shin!" you whined, already overstimulated just by his voice and the way he was using you just to cool off. the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and you could feel yourself starting to loose control. "m'close, m'so close shin…"
"tell me baby, tell me what you want" he demanded, voice low next to your ear, increasing the speed of his fingers. "use your words doll."
"c-cum... i- i want to cum s-shin-chan!" you begged, your own fingers gently pulling him closer by his hair and the back of his neck. "pleasee!"
he chuckled in response, amazed by how quickly you can become a babbling mess. "come on doll, show me how much you like when i treat you like this-" he breathed onto your neck. you immediately clenched while the wave of pleasure shot through you. you screamed out his name like a mantra, over and over again until you were out of breath. he took the soaked fingers out of your pussy, coated in your cum. "so sweet" he mumbled while licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "so fucking sweet". he repeated before showing you this damn cocky grin again and manhandling your spent body, flipping you over on your stomach. "ass up" he ordered and you quickly complied, too eager to finally have him inside you.
"f-fuck, shin-chan... please" you whined into your pillow, which resulted in a hard smack on your ass. "ah!" you arched your back, your pussy pulsing in response to the rough treatment.
"fine..." midorima said in his usual annoyed voice, his palm once again landing on your skin. "act like a slut, get treated like a fucking slut." he enters into you in one swift motion, bottoming out already, which was met with a load moan muffled by the pillows. shintaro wasted no time and picked up his pace, his balls slapping on your clit with each hard thrust. "pussy's so fucking greedy-" he rasps, one of his hands gripping your waist while the other stays firmly on the back on your head, pushing you even more into the pillow. "so fucking tight, gripping my cock so hard, ah-, that's what you needed right?"
"ngh! p-please, slow down!" you pleaded with tears streaming down your cheeks. "t-too much!"
"nah, your pussy disagrees." he laughed while moaning on his own. "she doesn't want me to slow down." another hard slap landed on your already pink ass. "s-shit, who cares about fucking akashi when i can just stuff you full each time i want." he punctuated with a hard thrust after each word. "you want that doll? hm? want my ah-, my cum?"
"yes! yes! s'much!" you moaned while clenching hard around his cock. "pleaseee-"
"f-fuck!" midorima grunted, giving you another slap before griping your neck and pulling you up, your back touching his chest. "i’ll gladly breed you, princess." he rasped while picking up the pace. "open your mouth" you immediately complied and he smirked before spitting directly on your tongue. midorima didn't give you a second to respond as his lips quickly found yours in another heated kiss. you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching and you knew he was closed too - his dick was twitching non stop inside your pussy. "ngh- s'good" he mumbled before moaning, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "take it- take it all doll." he said as you started feeling his cum filling you up inside. you whined and melted into his touch while your own orgasm overtook you, your pussy milking his cock dry.
both of you collapsed on the bed, sheets full of sweat and other fluids. midorima quickly pulled you onto him, wrapping your body with both his arms.
"shin-chan..." you panted into his chest, still feeling the mix of your cum leaking out of your abused pussy.
"shh.." he said quietly. "m'sorry baby." he cooed while his fingers were gently scratching your head in a soothing motion. "might have gone too far."
"n-no.." you whimpered. "it felt s'good" you assured him, nuzzling into his chest.
"you did so good princess, i’m proud of you." he said quietly, his hug tightening even more. you laid like this for a good few minutes before he gently picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. you didn’t lift a finger for the rest of the night - midorima washed your body and hair himself before wrapping you in his clothes and getting you back on the bed. he quickly prepped some instant ramen and brought it back to you with water. you didn’t even know when exactly did you fall asleep but he never left your side, sleeping right behind you with his hands wrapped tightly around your body.
oh my goooood i rewatched knb some time ago and remembered how much i love midorima ^^
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synopsis: a lazy afternoon turns into a playful struggle as daiki plops onto you like a human boulder, refusing to get off, suffocating you with his weight
you were sitting on the couch, minding your own business, scrolling through your phone. nothing special—just a lazy afternoon. the hum of the tv played in the background, but your attention was locked on your screen. daiki had been out all day, probably playing ball somewhere, so you hadn’t really expected any sudden interruptions.
but, of course, with him, you should’ve known better.
without any warning, you felt the weight of a body collapsing onto you, forcing the air out of your lungs with a surprised grunt. your phone nearly slipped out of your hand as you let out a surprised yelp, daiki’s large frame plopping down right on top of you.
“daiki!” you groaned, struggling beneath him as he casually made himself comfortable, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “you’re heavy!”
“nah,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin. he didn’t even bother to move, just settling in like he belonged there, which, to be fair, he kind of did. his head nestled deeper into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his warm breath ghosting across your skin.
you tried to shift, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. a very stubborn, very lazy brick wall. “i’m serious, you’re crushing me. get off.”
he sighed dramatically, like it was the biggest inconvenience in the world, but didn’t budge. “i’m not that heavy.”
“daiki,” you said, your voice holding a warning tone.
he shifted slightly, making it even worse. “you’re fine.” you could feel his lips brushing against your neck now, and the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “stop complaining.”
“i’m being crushed by a giant,” you shot back, trying to wiggle your legs free, but he had you pinned beneath him with no escape.
you could feel the warmth of his body pressing against yours, and while part of you was annoyed, another part of you couldn’t help but smile. he always did this—plopped down like he owned the place, or more specifically, like he owned you.
he let out a lazy chuckle, his breath warm against your neck. “if you want me off, make me.”
you rolled your eyes. of course, he’d say something like that. “you’re impossible, you know that?”
“yeah,” he said lazily, not the least bit apologetic, clearly half-asleep already. then, without warning, you felt his lips on your neck again—this time pressing a lazy kiss to your skin. it wasn’t sweet or soft; it was the kind of kiss that said he was bored and this was just something for him to do.
as if he hadn’t just invaded your personal space without a second thought. your eyes widened as he continued, his lips dragging slowly along the sensitive part of your neck.
“hey—what are you—” your voice caught in your throat when he bit down gently, his teeth nipping at your skin just hard enough to send a jolt of surprise through you.
he chuckled against your neck, clearly amused by your reaction. “what? can’t even lie here without you getting worked up?”
“worked up? you’re biting me!” you exclaimed, trying to sound annoyed, but your voice betrayed you, the edge of laughter creeping in.
he hummed, his lips brushing against the spot he just bit, kissing it lazily as if to soothe it. “you like it.”
you rolled your eyes even though your heart skipped a beat at his teasing tone. “daiki, i swear, get off. you’re too heavy.”
instead of answering, he nuzzled further into your neck, and his kisses grew slower, lazier, as if he was on the verge of falling asleep. “too comfortable,” he mumbled, completely ignoring your protests. “just five more minutes.”
“five more minutes of you suffocating me?” you shot back, half-heartedly trying to push him off again, but it was no use. you sighed, realizing you weren’t going to win this one. not today, at least.
his arms had somehow found their way around your waist, holding you in place as he pressed another lazy kiss to your neck.
daiki had a way of turning everything into a battle of wills, and right now, he had the upper hand. well, the upper body weight, anyway.
“you’re fine,” he muttered, and you could practically feel him smirking against your skin.
“you’re so annoying,” you groaned, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips as you felt his teeth graze your neck again, this time biting a little harder. you squirmed under him, but not out of discomfort—more out of surprise at how casual he was about all this.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes gleaming with that familiar lazy mischief. “you’re enjoying it.”
“am not,” you lied, trying to keep a straight face.
“uh-huh,” he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips found your neck again, kissing, biting, and nipping as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"you're like a human boulder," you grumbled, trying to push at his shoulders but barely managing to move him an inch.
“stronger than i look, huh?” he teased, though his voice was growing quieter, like he was already on the verge of dozing off. his arms slid around your waist, holding you in place as if to further prove his point.
he shifted again, this time not to move off you but to get even more comfortable, his legs sprawled out further across the couch as he buried his face in your neck like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be.
“you’re not getting off, are you?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
“nope,” he mumbled, his voice muffled and sleepy. “told you—five more minutes.”
you sighed in defeat, letting your hand rest on the back of his head, fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair. “you’re the worst.”
“mm-hmm,” he murmured, clearly not bothered by the insult. if anything, he seemed more comfortable now that you’d stopped trying to fight him off.
you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips as you stared down at him. yeah, he was annoying, stubborn, and a total pain sometimes, but he was also daiki—a giant, lazy, ridiculous boyfriend who you wouldn’t trade for anything.
“fine,” you said, giving in completely. “but next time, i’m sitting on you.”
he let out a soft laugh, his face still buried in your neck. “deal.”
and just like that, he was out, fast asleep on top of you like this was the most natural thing in the world. you sighed, knowing you were stuck, but honestly? it wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon.
During lunch period, you were sitting with the Shutoku basketball team when one of your classmates wandered over, looking a bit embarrassed.
"I have no idea what the hell we just learned yesterday, so I was hoping you could just teach me really quick. I really do not want to get yelled at by our teacher."
You smiled and motioned for him to sit beside you. That’s when your boyfriend's chopsticks froze mid-air as he stared at you and your classmate in disbelief. Takao already had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing, as he looked at Midorima's expression. Clearly annoyed by what was going on in-front of him. Midorima abruptly stood. His chair screeched across the floor, making everyone look up.
“Let me teach him.”
You blinked. “What??”
Midorima adjusted his glasses, stepping right between you and your classmate. “It would be inefficient for my girlfriend to spend her lunch period tutoring someone else. My mathematical abilities are more than sufficient, so I will explain in her place.”
The word girlfriend landed heavy in the air. Your classmate’s eyes widened a little, caught off guard. " Uh… alright, sure...as long as I understand..." Your classmate said, a bit of nervousness in his tone. Midorima sat down stiffly in the vacant space,directly between you both, and began to give a overcomplicated explanation of quadratic functions. His tone was far too fast for an average student, but the intimidation factor alone kept your classmate listening.
Takao leaned over to you and whispered, not even bothering to contain his grin. “Wow, Shin-chan, jealous much?” Hearing Takao’s words, you glanced at him and only shrugged.
Miyaji then snorted from across the table. “It’s funny how he can’t even hide it.”
A tiny smile tugged at your lips. Midorima didn’t look at you once during the entire “lesson,” but the way he angled his shoulder to block your classmate said everything you needed to know. But hey, at least your classmate walked away actually understanding quadratic functions… even if he’d never dare ask you for help again.
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2. Daiki Aomine
You were outside the convenience store waiting for your boyfriend after school when an old classmate spotted you. He stopped to say hi, and soon the two of you were catching up, swapping little stories and laughing. He then cracked a joke that made you laugh harder than you meant to. That's exactly when your boyfriend, Aomine strolled up, a can of coffee in hand. He slowed his steps, eyes narrowing as his gaze flicked between you and the guy. “Didn't know I was missin out on comedy hour.”
You blinked. “Daiki-"
He popped the tab on his can and leaned his weight on one leg, smirk across his lips as he stared your classmate down. The poor guy stiffened immediately. Could you blame him though?
"So what do you work as? A clown? You seem hella funny to make her la-"
Before he could finish, you clapped a hand over his mouth. “Daiki!” You were about to apologize but your classmate just muttered an excuse, and bolted. You sighed. “Seriously? You scared him off.”
Aomine shrugged like it was nothing. “Not my problem.” He said stretching his arms. “That joke was weak as hell anyway. Can’t believe you laughed at that.” You rolled your eyes, but before you could reply, his arm was around your waist, tugging you in tight. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple. "Listen, don't be like that. I like seein you laugh like that… but with me. So let’s go. I’ll give you something to actually smile about.”
That’s how you ended up at the arcade that night. Aomine was relentless, if you pointed at a claw machine, he was already dropping coins in. Stuffed animals piled up in your arms as he crushed machine after machine, flashing you a grin every time he won. By the time you were buried in plushies, you were laughing so much your cheeks hurt.
Aomine then leaned back against the machine, crossing his arms with a satisfied smirk as he looked at you. “Heh. Knew I was better at making you happy than that clown.”
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3. Ryouta Kise
You were at a train station waiting for your boyfriend to refill your train fare cards when a guy a few feet away walked towards you with a grin.
“Hey, you’re really cute. Can I get your number?” Before you could decline, Kise’s voice rang out, loud enough to turn heads.
“Her number?!?" He was at your side in a flash, slipping an arm around your shoulders, his smile bright enough to blind.
“Sorry, sorry, but she doesn’t give her number out. She’s already taken."
The guy scoffed, clearly irritated. “Whatever. Girls like her don’t stay with one guy for long anyway.” The guy mumbled more to himself but loud enough for you and Kise to hear him.
You stiffened, but Kise’s grin didn’t budge. “Oh? That so? Funny, because she’s been with her amazing boyfriend for a while now. And if she was gonna leave…” He smirked as his golden eyes narrowed. “…don’t you think it’d be for someone actually on her level?”
The guy blinked, thrown off, and Kise took the chance to gesture casually at the massive cologne ad plastered on the wall nearby, his own face staring down at the three of you.
“Someone like the guy on the wall over there. But too bad, she’s already dating him.”
You had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing as the guy’s expression soured. He muttered something under his breath before storming off in defeat. Kise then turned to you, immediately, puffing his cheeks in a pout before kissing your cheek. "You better not let losers like that get your attention ever again. I’ll die of jealousy!”
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4. Taiga Kagami
It was after school, and you’d dropped by the gym to bring the boys some snacks. You sat with Riko, chatting while watching the team practice, until she excused herself to the bathroom. That’s when a guy you vaguely recognized from the soccer team wandered over. “Hey,” he greeted, leaning against the railing. “Didn’t know you liked hanging around basketball practice. You should come watch soccer sometime instead. Or better yet…” His grin widened. “…you could just give me your number, and we’ll figure something out.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh-"
Before you could answer, a basketball slammed hard against the floor between you and the guy, making him stumble back a step.
“The hell do you think you’re doing?”
The guy frowned. “Relax, man. I was just talking.”
“‘Just talking?’” Kagami snapped, his face already red with fury. “You don’t ask for my girlfriend’s number while I’m standing right here!” The gym went dead quiet. The guy blinked, then raised his hands a little, muttering quickly, “sorry, man, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” as he shuffled off toward the exit.
You turned to Kagami. His fists were still clenched, jaw tight and eyes still fixed on where the guy had been. He muttered under his breath, voice low, “Swear to god… if I wasn’t on the basketball team, I would’ve dunked his ass straight into the hoop.”
You bit back a laugh, then tilted your head with a teasing smile. “Awww… are you jealous?” you cooed.
Kagami froze, the tips of his ears going red instantly. “Wh-jealous?!” He said turning to you, once he saw your smug expression, he groaned, dragging his towel over his face to hide. “I’m not jealous, I just… I’m not letting some random guy get away with that crap.” You giggled as you reached to hold his hand. “You’re so obvious, Taiga.”
“Obvious my ass,” he muttered, though his hand slid into yours without hesitation. “…Whatever. You’re mine. That’s all that matters."
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5. Tetsuya Kuroko
You and Kuroko had stopped by Maji Burger after school. You placed your order, smiling politely as the cashier handed you the receipt with a smile.
“So… you come here a lot?” he asked, leaning on the counter just a little too much. “Maybe if I had your number, I could make sure your orders are always perf-"
“She won’t need that.”
Your boyfriend’s voice cut cleanly through the cashier’s words. The cashier jumped slightly, startled at how Kuroko was suddenly right beside you, tray already balanced in his hands.
“Wha-where did you even come from?” the guy asked, clearly confused by Kuroko’s sudden appearance.
“I’ve been here the whole time. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t flirt with my girlfriend.”
The cashier blinked. “…Oh. Uh-sorry, man. Didn’t realize.” He then quickly went and busied himself with the register, avoiding Kuroko’s eyes.
You followed Kuroko to a booth, fighting a smile. “Wow. You didn’t even raise your voice and he backed off instantly.”
Kuroko set the tray down, sliding your drink toward you. You leaned in, teasing. “So… were you jealous?”
He sipped his shake, eyes meeting yours. “…Yes.”
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6. Atsushi Murasakibara
It was after school, and you’d stopped at the convenience store with Murasakibara. He had wandered off down the snack aisle (obviously) while you waited with your basket. A guy in a hoodie walked past, then stopped once he saw you.
“Hey, you’re cute. You live around here? Why don’t you give me your number?"
You blinked, startled. “I have a boyfriend…” you said, clutching your basket.
The guy just smirked, leaning closer. “He doesn’t have to know.” Before you could answer, your boyfriend appeared at the end of the aisle, arms stacked high with chips and Pocky boxes. He walked up silently, stopping right behind the guy.
“…I heard that,” Murasakibara muttered. He looked down at the guy, towering over him with a flat expression. “And I do know.”
The guy scoffed, not even glancing back. “I don’t car-"
He turned mid sentence and froze, his words dying instantly. His eyes went wide as he looked up, and up, and up, finally realizing he was standing under nearly seven feet of broad shouldered muscle.
Murasakibara’s pout deepened. He then dropped the pile of snacks into your basket. “…your annoying. If you don’t leave her alone, I’ll break you in half. Like a Pocky.”
The guy went pale, muttered a quick apology, and bolted down the aisle without another word.
You let out a breath, looking up at Murasakibara as he ripped open one of the Pocky boxes, popping a stick into his mouth like nothing happened.
“That was kind of scary, Atsushi,” you teased.
He shrugged as he chewed. “…don't really care. You know I don't like sharing."
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7. Seijuro Akashi
You were sitting at a café table after school, flipping through your notes while Akashi went to the counter for drinks. A college student from the next table leaned over with a smirk. “You shouldn’t be studying alone. How about I keep you company.”
Before you could respond, a tray set down on the table with a soft clink.
“She isn’t alone.”
You glanced up Akashi stood beside you, posture straight and gaze steady on the man. His tone wasn’t loud, but hell, it was sharp. A small smirk tugged at your lips as you rested your face in your hands as you continued to look at your boyfriend. You loved it when he used that tone.
The student scoffed lightly. “Relax, I was just talking to her.”
Akashi’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “You misunderstand. I’m not asking you to stop. I’m telling you.”
The student blinked, thrown off. “What-"
Akashi stepped forward, his presence enough to make the air feel heavier. “I don’t repeat myself,” he said.
“Leave.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. The student muttered something under his breath, quickly gathering his things and retreating to the far end of the café.
Akashi then sat across from you, the edge in his expression softening immediately as he slid your drink toward you.
“Apologies, my love. I dislike when people think they can approach you and expect something from you.”
You smiled, shaking your head. “Don’t apologize. I love seeing you get like that… it’s hot.”
