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𝗪𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝘁𝗲𝗮, 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗜 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀? (requests are closed till I finish all the current ones)!!

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𝘼 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝜗𝜚

𝙺𝙽𝙱 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎

𝙺𝙽𝙱 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎

𝙺𝙽𝙱 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝙺𝙽𝙱 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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are u okay? ☹️☹️☹️

Hi baby! I'm doing okay! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to keep up with my blog :(

Life has gotten a bit hectic and I haven't even gotten a chance to clean my room in a bit.. but I promise on summer I will surely be back.

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MAEM ARE YOU ALIVE WE ARE IN DESPERATE NEED FOR KNB STUFF

HEYYYY BABYYY I AM SOOO ALIVE AND I PROMISEEE ILL BE BACK FOR THE SUMMER!

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hi, are u alright?

Hiii baby thank u soo much for askinggg!! I've been quite a bit busy..but I for sure do have some ideas I plan to post!!! Hope u guys can wait for me!!!!

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I try my hardest every day Give my soul to the same old fight But no matter how much of me I give I still feel less every night I wake up already exhausted Like sleep forgot how to heal Trapped in a loop of breathing and breaking Wondering if this is real I run in circles chasing better But better never stays It slips through my shaking hands And leaves me stuck in these days I panic in the silent moments When I am expected to stand Pretending I am stronger than I feel While life leaks out of my hands I am not lazy I am not careless I am just tired deep insideTrying to be good enough While losing myself every time I try

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Death sits beside me like an old friend not cruel not kind just honest It doesn’t rush me It waits Counting my breaths like fallen leaves The world keeps moving loud and careless While I learn the weight of silence How goodbye is never a word Only a feeling that stays If I leave I won’t vanish I’ll soften into memories Into the spaces people avoid Into the nights that feel heavier than they should Death isn’t the end It’s the last secret we all keep

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Death sits beside me like an old friend not cruel not kind just honest It doesn’t rush me It waits Counting my breaths like fallen leaves The world keeps moving loud and careless While I learn the weight of silence How goodbye is never a word Only a feeling that stays If I leave I won’t vanish I’ll soften into memories Into the spaces people avoid Into the nights that feel heavier than they should Death isn’t the end It’s the last secret we all keep

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I LOVE UR KUROKO NO BASUKE WORKSSS OMGGG KEEP IT UP GIRLIEEE 🔥🔥🔥 LETS BE MOOTSSS

THANK YOU MY LOVELY OFCC LETS BE MOOTSJSHAHAH ❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕💕❤️

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘈𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 , 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴: 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵,𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 (𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤,𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭) 𝘈𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 / 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵-𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘜𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘋𝘦𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘺'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 "𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴"

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In all your twenty one years of life you’ve experienced a lot. It was safe to say everything from your bucket list was crossed out besides one thing. And it was one of the most conventional things many girls have experienced, especially at your grown age. Most girls by now would’ve either been engaged to their high school sweetheart or establishing a good progressive relationship. But you were quite different. How many people can say they’ve been locked away in jail before they’ve fallen in love? At least in this universe not a lot of people. But you sure can because here you were, sat in a cold empty room with one singular clock and a glass window. It was not a pleasant experience to be put in an interrogation room especially after being arrested the night before while you’ve had at least 10 vodka shots. Since you were hung over the one sound in the room that could be heard was the faint yet loud tick of the clock, which irritated your aching head a tad bit more. At this very moment all you wished for was a little peace and quiet, just a little..was that really too much to ask for? Apparently so because the door finally opened revealing the dectective that was assigned to you to recollect the events from the prior night. “Hi Miss L/N my name is Satsuki Momoi! I wouldn’t have you in here too long! Im just here to find out a bit of what happened yesterday, so we’ll make this quick ok?” Your gaze followed her as she walked towards the chair in front of you. “Hi....” You mumbled under your breath. "Since you were under the influence the night prior you're aware of why you're here and the situation that led you to unfortunate circumstances, correct?" You nodded.

“Uh… yeah. I mean..sort of?”

You hesitated, then nodded anyway.

“I went to a college party. Things got loud. Someone said there was a gun. Then the cops came and found drugs.”

You paused. “And now I’m here.”

She hummed softly as she scribbled something down before looking back up at you. “Alright,” she said lightly, crossing one leg over the other. “Let’s slow it down then. Who invited you to this party?” You tilted your head slightly.

“A friend of a friend,” you said quickly. “I didn’t really know anyone there..other than the friend of the friend!"

“What's the name of the host and your friend?” she asked, pen pausing mid air.

You hesitated for half a second before saying. “The name of my friend is Kazunari Takao...but I really didn't know the hosts name." Her eyes flickered up to yours again, pink lashes batting once before she continued. “And the gun..did you see who pulled it?”

“No,” you answered honestly. “Everything happened fast. Music was loud. People were drunk. Next thing I know, everyone’s screaming.” Momoi nodded again, jotting something down. “Were you aware there were drugs present before the police arrived?” You let out a small breath, shoulders sinking back against the chair. “I mean… it was a college party,” you said slowly. “So I kinda figured there were drugs?” You frowned, clearly thinking it through as you spoke.

“But I don’t really get how that makes them mine. I was just standing there.” She smiled faintly at that, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Momoi didn’t respond right away. She leaned back in her chair, pen resting against the clipboard as her eyes lingered on you. The ticking clock filled the space between you, loud in the silence, while she examined your face, the dark circles beneath your eyes, the exhaustion etched into your features. And for a brief moment, something like pity flickered across her expression.

Momoi sighed. “Fair point,” Momoi said softly believing your innocence. “Do you have any details you’d like to share that might make this easier to-"

The door creaked open.

And a low and rough voice echoed through the room laced with an authority that made it impossible to ignore.

“Yo, Satsuki. Chief wants to speak to you real quick-"

The words trailed off.

His gaze lingered on you for a second longer than necessary, dark eyes dragging over the sight of you slouched in the chair, wrists resting on the table, your expression unreadable beneath exhaustion. He took in the smudged makeup, the messy ponytail, even the messed up manicure.

Although it may have seemed like he paused to examine how fucked out you looked at the moment, that wasn't the reason at all.

It was a feeling.

A strange, nagging sense of familiarity clawed its way to the surface of his brain, forcing him into a long pause as his mind worked overtime. Then it hit him.

“No way,” he muttered, disbelief lacing his voice as his eyes snapped back to your face. “I know you.”

Your brow twitched as your eyes squinted.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me you turned yourself in over a bad outfit or something cause trust me, I’ve seen worse crimes.” You raised an eyebrow.

Momoi’s eyes widened. “Daiki, what are you saying?! Are you crazy-"

“I um… I’m sorry,” you said, squinting at him. “Am I supposed to know you?”

You cut in. He ignored Momoi's words and proceeded to answer your question.

“Believe so..if I’m right,” he said, “Back in Highschool, your socks always matched every single one of your outfits. Perfectly.”

Your eyes widened before you could stop yourself.

It was true.

Back in high school, you never wore mismatched socks. Purple hoodie equals purple socks. Yellow sweater equals yellow socks. Even the red polka dotted sweatshirt had red polka dotted socks to match. It had always felt obsessive to you… but apparently impressive enough for someone else to notice. He walked towards the table as Momoi stood abruptly.

“I think you should go,” he said casually, already taking her seat. “I’ll keep an eye on our little prisoner while you’re gone.”

Momoi sighed, hesitant. “I didn't do anything bad right? Chief is so scary sometimes.."

He shook his head. “Nah. I’d warn you he had to talk to you cause of something bad.”

After a moment, she nodded. “Okay, Daiki. I’ll be back.”

The door closed behind her with a soft click.

Leaving just you and the officer, seated across from each other.

Up close, it was impossible not to notice how striking he looked. His skin was a warm, sun kissed tan, the kind that could make you assume he spent more time outside than indoors. It contrasted sharply with the dark blue of his hair. Messy and thick with strands falling wherever they pleased. It suited him quite well.

And the uniform only amplified it.

The dark fabric hugged his frame perfectly. The short sleeves of the uniform was perfect for him since it exposed strong forearms, veins standing out subtly beneath the skin. His hands resting lazily on the table were large and veiny, fingers long. And pinned neatly to the left side of his chest, sat a silver name tag that caught the overhead light every time he shifted slightly. Daiki Aomine.

Other than his name, something else caught your eye, and that was the three chevrons stitched into sleeve.

Sergeant.

The realization settled in slowly.

That meant he wasn’t just some rookie cop fresh out of the academy. He’d been around. Long enough to earn rank.nYou blinked once. Then again.

“Your a sergeant.." You said, quietly, “that means you’re… older than me.”

“Didn’t think you were the type to know about ranks.”

He leaned back in his chair and his shoulders relaxed. His grin never leaving.

“But yeah I was a third year,” he went on casually. “You were a first year. We had afterschool together.”

You nodded. “You’re a pretty young sergeant. That’s impressive.”

He shifted suddenly, pushing up from his chair and leaning forward until his weight rested against the table. The distance between you closed far too quickly, his face now only inches from yours. A smug smile tugged at his lips.

“Guess I wasn’t impressive enough to stick,” he said lazily. “I'm really not memorable, huh?”

Your breath hitched despite yourself, heat creeping up your neck as your eyes widened. Too close. Way too close.

The way he looked at you with an amused smirk sent an unfamiliar feeling rumbling low in your chest. There was something so dangerously attractive about him that it made it hard to look away.

“I was captain of the basketball team,” he added in hopes it jogged your memory. Luckily for him it was the one detail necessary.

Your eyes widened. “You were the ace, right?”

He nodded once, lips twitching.

“Knew I couldn’t be that forgettable,” he muttered. “Yeah. Been a minute though.”

You let out a soft chuckle.

“Never took you as the type to remember someone like me,” you said lightly. “I was kind of a loser.”

His expression shifted not much, just enough.

“Don’t say that,” he replied. “If you were loser, I wouldn’t remember you. Plus I found it a little cute how you matched your socks."

A faint blush crept on your face due to is words. He studied you for a moment longer, eyes narrowing slightly. Not in suspicion, but curiosity.

“Still tho,” he added, leaning back just enough to put space between you again, “Never thought I’d see you in a room like this.”

You blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he said. “You had your shit together back then. Looked perfect. Quiet. Put together.” His gaze flicked to you again. “It don't really add up.”

You let out a small, humorless laugh.

“I wasn’t perfect.”

He scoffed softly. “Sure didn’t look that way.”

You shrugged. “Looks lie.”

He tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. “Alright then,” he said lazily. “Tell me, matching socks girl how exactly weren’t you?”

Heat crept up your face.

“I was terrible at taking tests,” you admitted. “Like… really bad.”

He blinked once.

“…That’s it?” he deadpanned. “That’s your big flaw?”

“Wait really?” you asked. “That’s not bad?”

“That’s normal,” he said in a flat tone. “Still can't really change my mind about you."

Your cheeks reddened, and you looked away quickly, clearing your throat.

“Anyway uh about last night,” you said, forcing the subject elsewhere.

“I got arrested because,” you hesitated, then blurted, “they think I was dealing drugs.”

He froze. Then he let out a sharp laugh.

“No way,” he said. “That’s actually crazy.”

He looked back at you with disbelief.

“You? Drugs?”

You scoffed. “What, I don’t look like I’d do them?”

“Not even close.”

“Well,” you huffed, “you’re not wrong..but I did have like ten shots last night. That has to be at least a little bad!"

That got a low chuckle out of him.

"Not really... is this some kinda ‘bad girl’ phase or what?” He tilted his head slightly, eyes flicking over you again. “Cause I gotta say,” he added, unimpressed, “you’re really bad at it.”

“If I wanted to prove something, I’d do way better than this!"

He hummed, his amusement evident.

“Yeah?” His eyes dragged over you again. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms. “Yeah but last night really sucked. I went to a party, drank too much, and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Sounds like a mess,”

“Thanks,” you shot back. “Now I see why you're a cop and not a therapist or something."

“Sergeant,” he corrected, then smirked when you rolled your eyes. “Relax..just like a therapist I’m not here to judge around.” You sighed and replied with a low, “If you say so...”

He clicked his tongue, leaning forward slightly. “If I was judging you, you’d know. This?” He gestured between the two of you. “I’m just surprised.”

“About?”

“You,” he said simply. “High school you wouldn’t even talk.. Now you’re sittin here talkin about some ten shots and drug trafficking.”

You winced. “When you put it like that…”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Kinda weird right?.”

There was a brief pause before he spoke again.

“…So,” he added, quieter this time, “any details you can recall about last night?”

You exhaled slowly, eyes dropping to the table for a moment before you spoke.

“It wasn’t supposed to be anything crazy,” you said. “Just a college party. Loud music, packed house, people I barely knew.” You shrugged. “I was drinking. A lot."

Aomine snorted quietly. “Sounds about right.”

“I went to the kitchen to the kitchen for water,” you continued, ignoring him. “And that's when things got… weird. People started arguing. Someone knocked over a table. Glass shattered.” Your fingers curled slightly against the tabletop. “Then I heard someone yell that there was a gun.”

His expression changed just a little, more focused this time.

“Did you see it?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No. I just remember everyone panicking. Running. But I froze, then the sirens started.”

“Police were already on the way,” he muttered.

“Yeah,” you said. “They rushed in, told everyone to get on the ground. I was still in the kitchen when they started searching the place.”

Aomine leaned back, eyes never leaving you. “And that’s where they found it I assume?"

You nodded. “Bag of drugs. Not mine. I didn’t even know it was there.” Your voice tightened. “But it was close enough to me that they didn’t care.”

Silence settled between you again.

“Anyone else near you?” he asked.

“A couple people,” you said. “But they took off when things got loud. I was too drunk and too stupid to run.”

He clicked his tongue. “Figures.”

You looked up at him sharply. “Hey.”

“That wasn’t an insult,” he said. “Just hella wack timing.”

He watched you for a moment longer, then leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table.

“So you didn’t touch it. Didn’t sell it. Didn’t even know it was there.”

“No,” you said firmly. “I wouldn’t mess with that stuff. Ever.”

His gaze searched your face like he was weighing something.

“…Alright,” he said finally.

“Alright?”. You repeated his words.

“I believe you,” he added, casual yet certain.

“So,” he said again, watching you carefully, “you really didn’t know what was sitting next to you.”

You shook your head immediately. “No. I swear. If I did, I would’ve moved. Or left. Or” you frowned, thinking. "Or maybe spill my drink on the person on accident.."

He stared at you.

“…You’re serious.”

You nodded earnestly. “I’m really clumsy when I drink while being scared."

“That’s your defense?” he said with a deadpan tone.

You shrugged. “You yourself said I'm not really good at being bad..."

For a moment, he didn’t respond. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing loosely as he studied you like you.

“You are the most interesting person I've ever met." You looked at him confused.

"How just because I match my socks?!"

“Yeah and the fact you're sittin here talkin about drug trafficking like it’s a parking ticket,” he said. “Most people would be panicking.”

“Oh,” you said softly. “I did panic. Earlier. I cried in the car.”

He blinked amused. “…You cried.”

"Yeah,” you admitted, nodding. “The officer told me to stop hyperventilating."

He stared at you for a long second muttered to himself. "Just as I assumed. You really don't belong here."

Aomine then straightened himself as he stood up.

“Alright,” he said, already moving.

Your heart dropped.

“Wait what?” you asked, panic creeping into your voice as he stepped closer. “What are you going to do..."

The sound of metal shifting made your stomach twist.

“No-no, wait,” you blurted, breath quickening as his hand reached for the cuffs. “I thought you said you believed me. I didn’t do anything, I swear, I-"

Click.

Cold steel closed around your wrists.

Your breath caught sharply, eyes burning as shock hit harder than fear.

“Yo-you’re arresting me?” you whispered, voice trembling despite yourself.

“Hey,” he said immediately, firm but low, his hand steady at your back when you swayed. “Look at me.”

You did, wide eyed and terrified.

“I need you to trust me,” he murmured. “Just for a minute.”

Before you could even process that, he was guiding you out of the room. The door opened. The hallway was way too bright considering you just exited a dimly lit room. As you walked, every step felt heavy, your thoughts racing, heart pounding so loud you were sure everyone could hear it. You were about to go to back to that prison again. And god knows for how long.

People looked but no one questioned him.

That scared you even more. But suddenly you realized, you weren't going the direction of the prison. It was...the direction of outside.

The cool air of outside hit your face. Your eyes was wide as you blinked. Aomine only stopped once you were out of sight.

"Can't believe you thought I was gonna put you back there." He said as he un cuffed you. You stared at your wrists, stunned, like your brain hadn’t caught up yet. You turned around

“I-” your voice broke. “I don’t understand..why didn't you arrest me?.”

"Are you dealing drugs?” he asked, and you shook your head no. "Did you point a gun at someone?" Once again you shook your head. “Then what the hell am I gonna arrest you for?” He stretched his hand as he looked at you.

“Besides Jail don't even suit you. Too pretty. You'd ruin the whole aesthetic we got going on there."

His words made your heart feel like it was struck by something unseen all so suddenly. Your breath caught and your heart raced for a reason you didn’t fully understand yet. Is this what they described the arrow of Eros to feel like?

You swallowed hard. “I..Are you sure..Wouldn't you get in trouble?"

“Nah. I got it. Don’t stress yourself over it.”

He said with a huge grin.

“Why? You scared or somethin"

Indeed, at this moment, you felt fear, but not just because of the consequences he might have to pay for his actions. The fear that lingered within you was also due to something unfamiliar.

What was crazier than someone who consistently matched her socks to her sweaters or shirts every morning, suddenly being caught off guard by something like this? You’d always been careless in the small ways, impulsive, a little dumb when it came to details. But somehow, in all your years of recklessness, you’d never fallen for anyone. Not once. And now here you were, heart racing over a grin, a compliment and a promise that wasn’t even meant to be romantic. Fear curled in your chest and it was not because of where you were, but because for the first time, you could feel yourself losing control of something you didn’t know how to stop.

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The door to the chief’s office shut with a solid thud. Aomine stood, hands behind his back, posture relaxed but his jaw was tight. The air in the room felt heavier than usual.

“You wanna explain why you released a detainee without clearing it through me?” the chief asked, unimpressed.

Aomine didn’t flinch. “She wasn’t charged. Evidence was circumstantial at best.”

“Circumstantial still counts,” the chief replied. “You overstepped.”

Before Aomine could respond, the door opened again.

“S-Sorry,” Momoi said quickly, stepping inside with her clipboard hugged to her chest. Aomine's eyes widened.

"Satsuki what are you-"

“I need to say something.”

The chief sighed. “Go ahead, Detective.”

“She wasn’t involved,” Momoi said firmly now, her nerves fading away. She would've been terrified of the chief in any other circumstance but when it came to proving her best friend's actions justifiable, unknown bravery always comes about. “There was no fingerprints, no witness statements and no prior history. She was just… there.” She swallowed. “Honestly, Sergeant Aomine was right to remove her before it escalated.”

The chief’s gaze shifted back to Aomine.

“And you’re telling me you’d stake your badge on that?”

Momoi nodded. “Yes, sir.”

A brief silence followed.

The chief leaned back in his chair, studying Aomine for a long moment. “You’re lucky,” he said finally. “If this had gone sideways, I’d be ripping those chevrons right off your sleeve.”

Aomine met his gaze without hesitation. “Understood.”

“But"

the chief continued, exhaling, “you’re not wrong. And you’re not reckless.” A pause. “You’re damn good at your job. That’s why this ends here.”

Momoi let out a quiet breath of relief.

“Next time,” the chief added, pointing a finger at Aomine, “you clear it with me first.”

Aomine nodded once. “Yes, sir.”

As they stepped back into the hallway, Momoi glanced up at him, eyes wide.

“You almost got demoted,” she whispered.

“Worth it.”

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Anyone would think about the person who pulled them out of a nightmare. Anyone would replay the sound of his voice when be complimented you. Anyone would think about a promise of reassurance.

But days passed.

Then weeks.

Yet Daiki Aomine stayed lodged in your head. You started replaying the night of the incident over and over, picking apart every detail you could remember. The kitchen. The counter. The faces that blurred past you when everyone ran. You even tried to remember what song had been playing. With all this effort to remember, there was one thing you could've done that made sense. You started investigating.

It wasn’t anything official. Nothing cool or impressive. Just you asking questions you probably shouldn’t have been asking, getting information from Takao, texting people who’d been at the party, scrolling through photos, zooming in on backgrounds. And every time you thought you found something.

You went to him.

“I think this guy was in the kitchen,” you said breathlessly, shoving the screen toward him. “He keeps posting about ‘easy money’ and wait, is that suspicious or am I reaching?”

Aomine stared at you.

“…You came all the way here for this?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He glanced at the screen once, then handed your phone back.

“We’re gonna need more than that, pretty.”

The word hit you harder than it should have.

“…What?” you asked, a second too late.

“Nothing,” he muttered, already turning away. “Go home.”

You didn’t think about the evidence on the way home.

You thought about the word.

Pretty.

He hadn’t smiled.

Hadn’t teased.

Hadn’t even looked at you when he said it.

But the way he said it, he said it like it held some truth. When you went home after that meeting, you looked at your reflection,. Messy hair, tired eyes, hoodie slipping off one shoulder and your heart skipped for no reason at all.

Did he really mean that?

How could he even say that when I look like this.

You sighed as you looked at your hoodie, then down to your socks. A lavender hoodie with lavender socks. "I might need to put slightly more effort than matching my socks next time..."

Ever since that day, anytime you went to the station, you'd try your ultimately best to look pretty

You felt like you had to live up to that nickname, after all you loved hearing it.

So you put more effort to look pretty just so he'd call you it. Hair done. Outfit hot as hell. Not too overdressed but pretty enough to turn heads. You switched out your sweaters for tops that actually fit you instead of drowning you. Jeans that accentuated your figure. And of course, your socks always matched your top.

You kept showing up with screenshots. Trails of your memory.

Half-formed theories that still ended with, “I don’t know, it just feels off.”

Sometimes he sighed.

Sometimes he scolded you.

But he never told you to stop.

And he never stopped calling you pretty.

The first time, he immediately noticed the difference in attire. And didn’t even bother hiding it.

“You always dress like that when you’re playin detective?” he asked, eyes dragging over you before he caught himself.

You blinked. “Like what?”

He shrugged, already looking away. “Never mind pretty.”

But the corner of his mouth twitched.

After that, it became obvious.

Too obvious.

You didn’t even realize how far it had gone until one afternoon after you’d shown up for the third time that week. He leaned back in his chair and said,

“You know you don’t gotta keep comin here, right?”

You blinked. “Yeah. I know."

The silence stretched.

“…I just want to,” you added quietly.

Aomine exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. "Look you can't always be showin up here like this. It's not a good look."

Your heart sank. “Oh. I’m sorry-I didn’t mean to-"

“Let me finish what I’m sayin pretty" he cut in quickly.

“Sometimes I'm on patrol when you come and it kinda makes me look like an ass, havin you waitin around.”

You nodded, embarrassed despite yourself.

He paused for a moment before saying,

“…Come by my place instead.”

You froze.

“My-your place?”

“Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “If you find somethin’. Or think you did. Safer. Quieter."

Your brain short circuited. “Are… are you allowed to do that?”

“Relax,” he muttered. “You’re not gettin case files or nothin. You’re just talkin’.”

"Oh,” you said. Then, softer, “…Okay.”

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The first time you went to his apartment , you made sure you looked especially good.

You checked your reflection three times before getting out of the car. Adjusted your top. Smoothed your hair. Took a breath like you were walking into something dangerous.

He wasn’t even there when you arrived.

But you still waited anyway.

When he finally pulled up, keys jangling, he stopped short the second he saw you.

“…Shit-pretty,” he muttered, already moving. “You shoulda told me when you got here. I wouldn’t’ve had you waitin out here.”

He rushed to unlock the door, holding it open like it was instinct.

You shrugged. “I didn’t want to be late.”

His eyes flicked over you slow this time. No pretending. No rushing past it.

Something unreadable crossed his face.

"You’re really serious about this, huh.” He muttered quietly

You looked up at him, honest as ever.

“About the case?” you asked.

He didn’t answer right away. Just unlocked the door and stepped aside, letting you in.

“…Yeah,” he said finally.

The sound of the door closing behind you louder than it should’ve been. The apartment was quiet, warm, and very him. If that makes sense.

You glanced around. “Nice place.”

“It’s just a place,” he replied, kicking his shoes off and dropping his keys onto the counter. “You want water or somethin’?”

“I’m okay,” you said. You shifted your weight, suddenly hyper-aware of yourself standing there. In his apartment

He noticed.

“Relax,” he muttered. “You’re actin’ like you’re back in interrogation.”

You let out a small breath. “I'm sorry. Can't help that when I'm near you..”

He nodded toward the couch. “Go sit pretty.”

You did and Aomine stayed standing for a moment, watching you before grabbing his phone and moved to sit beside you. Not too close but close enough.

“So,” he said. “What’d you find.”

Your spine straightened instantly. “Okay..so I texted two people who were at the party. One of them left early, but the other stayed until the cops showed up.”

You pulled your phone out, scrolling quickly. “He said he saw someone in the kitchen right before everything went down. Same guy from the picture I showed you before.”

Aomine leaned back slightly. “Did he say anything else?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, swiping to the messages. “He said the guy kept going in and out of the kitchen. Like… a lot.”

“Definitley not normal,” Aomine muttered.

“That’s what I thought,” you said. “And I remembered something too...when I went in for water, I think I saw him shove something behind the trash can. I didn’t think anything of it at the time.”

Aomine turned toward you fully now. “You didn’t say that before.”

“I didn’t remember before,” you admitted. “Everything was kind of a blur. But it’s been replaying in my head.”

He studied your face for a second, like he was deciding whether to push or not. Then he nodded.

“Okay,” he said. “That’s actually useful.”

Your shoulders relaxed a little at that.

You scrolled again. “There’s more. The guy stopped posting right after that night. No stories. No captions. Nothing.”

“That’s suspicious,” Aomine said immediately.

“I know,” you replied, a little too eager. “And when I tried searching his name, it didn’t come up in the college directory. At all.”

Aomine leaned closer to see your screen.

Like closer closer.

You didn’t realize how close until you felt the warmth of his shoulder brushing yours. His arm hovered just behind you, not touching, but close enough that your breath caught.

He frowned suddenly.

“Hold up.”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

He then took control using his thumb to scroll. His brow knit the second he saw it.

“…Why did you skip past this part?"

You froze.

On the screen was the message you’d seen. The one you’d definitely read. The one you’d pretended didn’t exist.

“I-I forgot,” you said weakly.

He glanced at you. Unconvinced.

“You forgot a message sayin Rudy dipped cause things were about to get messy? And he didn't want to do a drug test because he'd fail?"

“…Okay,” you muttered. “Maybe I didn’t forget.”

He then at you. "Then why skim past that..."

You stared at the couch cushion like it held the answer. Your fingers twisted together.

“Because if this ends,” you said quietly, “I'll never be able to have a reason to keep coming here.”

The room was filled with silence when you admitted that.

Aomine didn’t react right away. Just stared at you like he was processing something he hadn’t planned to think about.

“…You’re serious,” he said.

You nodded, face burning. “I know it’s dumb. I wasn’t trying to mess anything up. I just-this was the only excuse I had to talk to you.”

He clicked his tongue, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’re a pain.”

Your heart sank. “I know-"

“In a bad way,” he added quickly. Then paused. “…And not.”

He moved closer with a smirk.

“You coulda just said you wanted to see me,” he muttered.

“I didn’t think you’d let me,” you said honestly.

He scoffed. “You be showin up anyway.”

“…Yeah.”

Another pause. Then, quieter.

“Guess that’s on me for wanting you to."

Before you could say anything else, he leaned in.

The first kiss was brief. Like he was testing the waters.

Then the second kiss was softer yet slower. His hand coming up to steady your jaw like he’d decided already.

When he pulled back he tilted your jaw so you'd look at him.

“Listen,” he said low. “You don’t need an excuse.”

You swallowed. "I don't?"

“No.” His thumb brushed your cheek, quick, almost absent. “You wanna see me, you come see me. Whenever the fuck you feel like it.”

Your breath caught. “Really?”

“Yes pretty any fucking time you need me.”

He continued to kiss you, laying you down on the couch.

You then pulled away and looked up at him, heart racing.

“…Is this even allowed?” you asked softly. “I mean-you’re a cop. I was detained and-"

He cut you off.

“You’re not a suspect anymore,” he said. “Thats all that matters.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time and by the way he was kissing you, you can tell how needy he was. And your soaked underwear perfectly showcased how equally needy you were as well.

You couldn't even control the moan coming out of your mouth as your hand gripped the collar of his uniform. “You're sure this isn’t gonna get you in trouble?”

He pulled back just an inch, breath heavy. “If it does…” His thumb brushed your cheek again, slow. “I’ll handle it."

That made your chest tighten. Then he was kissing down your neck, dragging your shirt up with both hands like he’d been dying to see what was under it for weeks.

“Been thinkin about this since the second I saw you,” he said, voice low against your skin. “Your so god damn beautiful my pretty girl. I knew I was so fucked when I saw you. I love everything about you. Your stupid socks, your innocence, the clueless nature you have, shit bro."

His hands were warm and big, so so big as they moved under your shirt, his thumbs brushing slowly over your breasts. Your breath hitched, lips parting as his palms cupped both tits fully, giving them a squeeze that made you whimper.

“So fuckin soft,” he muttered. “So fuckin perfect.”

He dipped his head, kissing the center of your chest before lifting your shirt higher, impatient now. When your bra came off, he let out a sharp breath at the gorgeous sight.

“Fuck.” His mouth was on you in seconds, licking a stripe up one breast before taking your nipple into his mouth. He sucked slow, deep, fingers pinching the other gently, rolling it between his fingers.

“Daiki fuck,” you gasped, arching under him.

He growled low in his throat. “Been thinking about these every night. In the damn shower. In my patrol car. Driving myself insane wondering how you taste.”

He bit gently, just enough to make you moan, then kissed it better.

Your head was spinning, thighs clenching around nothing, your whole body hypersensitive as he moved to your other nipple, laving it with that same worshipful, greedy attention.

He was rutting against your thigh now, hard in his uniform pants, as he kissed and sucked and palmed your tits like he couldn’t get enough.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he rasped, lips wet with spit and want. “But I’m gonna show you.”

His lips were still slick from your chest, his hands roaming every inch of your body like he couldn’t decide where to touch next. You were flushed, legs spread, panties soaked through and you couldn’t stop squirming beneath him.

Then he moved lower.

His breath lingered over your hips as he tugged your underwear down slowly.

“Fuck…” he breathed, staring down at your glistening pussy. “Look at you… you’re so wet, baby.”

He leaned in to kiss the inside of your thigh, then your mound, then finally dragged his tongue along your slit.

You cried out at the first real contact.

“You’re so sweet. I could eat you for hours.”

And he did, slow at first, then deeper,tongue curling into your tight little hole, one hand still on your tits, the other pinning your hip down as your thighs trembled.

You didn’t know pleasure like this existed. You were panting, overwhelmed, your legs trying to close and your hands clawing at the couch cushion.

When you came, your body shook.

He kissed your twitching clit once more before sitting up, face shining with slick. “You good?”

You nodded weakly, lips parted.

Then he undid his belt, and your eyes went wide.

His cock slapped against his abs, thick, veiny, flushed and huge. You swallowed hard.

“You sure about this?” he asked, voice suddenly quieter, rough with restraint.

You nodded. “I want you.”

He kissed you softly. “I’ll go slow.”

He guided the head to your entrance, dragging it through your slick folds a few times before slowly, pushing in.

You winced.

You froze instantly, eyes locked on your face.

“Baby…” His brows drew together. “That hurt?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I-It’s my first time.”

Everything in him shifted. The grip on your thigh, the tension in his shoulders the way his breath caught in his chest like you’d just confessed something dangerous and precious at the same time.

“Oh shit..." he said quietly, voice hoarse. “fuck. I’m gonna be so gentle, okay? You just… tell me if anything feels wrong.”

You nodded, and he kissed you slow and deep as he sank in the rest of the way, stopping every inch to let you adjust.

When he bottomed out, both of you moaned.

“I’ll make it good for you,” he whispered, holding you so close, you could barely breathe. “I swear, pretty. I’ll make you feel so good.”

He stayed buried inside you, unmoving, trying to calm his own breathing as your walls pulsed around him. The fact that you were this tight, this warm, this new his head spun with the thought.

“…Fuck,” he whispered, kissing your cheek gently. “You’re really mine now, huh?”

You whimpered, and he shushed you, brushing your hair from your face, kissing the corner of your eye. “You okay, pretty?”

You nodded, dazed. “Feels… big.”

He chuckled. “I know, baby. I know. But you’re takin’ it so good. You’re doin’ perfect.”

His hips rolled just a little, testing. You gasped, thighs trembling, body still adjusting but you didn’t push him away.

So he did it again.

Slow. Deep. Careful.

The way your pussy clung to him, fluttering around his cock, it was damn near sinful. He cursed under his breath, dragging out, then pressing back in with a shaky groan.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin hella tight.”

You moaned, fingers clawing at his biceps as he found a rhythm that made your body melt. Gentle but deep. Patient, but deliberate. His pelvis ground into your clit with every slow thrust.

“You’re doin’ so good for me,” he breathed. “Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good shit-I’ve never…”

He didn’t finish. Couldn’t. The feeling of your tight virgin cunt wrapped around him, still twitching, still drooling from your first orgasm. it was overwhelming.

“Pretty girl,” he rasped, thrusting deeper now, voice getting shakier, “if you keep squeezin’ me like this I’m not gonna last…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Then don’t,” you whispered, eyes glassy. “Cum inside me. I'm on the pill it's okay."

He froze.

“what?”

You nodded, voice small. “I promise it's okay."

His groan was broken. His next thrust was rougher, deeper, possessive.

“You sure?” he panted. “Fuck, don’t say that unless you mean it. Cause I’ll fuckin’ do it. I’ll fill you up, pretty. I’ll make this pussy remember me.”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Daiki please do it.”

He slammed into you harder now, sweat dripping down his temple, fucking your virgin cunt open like it was made for him.

And then with a deep, breathless growl he came.

He spilled inside you, hips jerking, holding you so close his body trembled. His cock throbbed deep inside your soaked, overstretched cunt, pumping rope after rope of cum into your womb.

“…Shit,” he finally whispered. “That felt like heaven.”

You were still gasping, twitching around him, the sight of you made him reach down to cup your face.

“I’m not lettin you walk home,” he murmured. “You’re gonna stay here tonight. On me. In me. Whatever you want.”

He pulled out slow, hissing at the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy.

You whimpered at the overstimulation, and he kissed your thigh, your stomach, your chest. “Ima gonna run you a bath, your probably sore as shit,” he said, voice gentle now. You nodded breathing heavily.

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After your bath, you kiss against his chest, both of you tucked under the thin blanket on his bed.

He hadn’t said much since, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare spine.

It was comfortable and intimate.

Then you felt his hand pause.

“Can I ask something?” he asked, voice low.

You lifted your head a little to look at him. “Of course.”

He exhaled like he’d been holding it in all night. “You believe in fate?”

“…I don’t know. Why?”

He looked down at you, something softer than usual in his eyes. “Because it’s fuckin’ crazy. The way you got detained. The way I just happened to be the one walking into that room while you were getting interrogated.”

His hand brushed your hair back gently, thumb grazing your cheek.

“I ain't think that shit was random,” he murmured. “It’s like… I was meant to see you again.”

He looked away for a second, then back at you.

“Shit-I don’t want you to think I’m saying this just ‘cause we fucked,” he added quickly, voice rougher now. “But I mean it. Genuinely.”

You watched him, waiting.

“I want to be your boyfriend,” he said.

You stared at him. Then whispered

“I think, I’ve been waiting for you to say that since before we even knew each other like this.”

“Then I guess fate really did its job, huh?”

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POLICE OFFICER AOMINE IS GOING TO BE RELEASED SOON!! DONT WORRY GUYS. I'm so sorry for that big break I took 🥹

It was kinda hard to balance out my life with everything going on! But new year new fic guys!!! The Kise one will be released soon after <3

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Hiii guys I was wonderinggg I have three stories in mind for posting but I would really need your opinions as to which one you'd want released first <3

Let me know in the comments <3

1. Kise x Cheerleader reader

2. Police officer Aomine x reader (cuffed to fate)

3. Stalker Akashi x music artist reader

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The look of love

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙉𝘽 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙: 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖, 𝘼𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙆𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙤, 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞

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Shintaro Midorima:

You weren’t supposed to be this close to him. Not tonight. Not ever as it simply was not what he intended. Midorima followed rules. He lived by them.

But nothing in that mental rulebook could have prepared him for sitting side by side with you on a blanket in a quiet park, watching stars.

This felt like a date. But he had to force himself to believe otherwise. It was merely educational and the only reason he was here was because he was delighted to share his knowledge of astronomy with you.

That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Okay, okay... Shintaro look over there. What's that cluster?” you point, nearly hitting him in the face.

He gently catches your wrist before you poke his glasses off. He then looked to where you pointed.

“That seems to be...Vega."

His voice softened as he identified it.

"Does it have some super cool meaning behind it."

He pauses to think for a moment. Then his eyes slightly widen, it wasn't too much for you to notice, because you were so captivated by the beauty of the star. Without withdrawing his hand from your wrist, he answered. "…It’s the star that represents a celestial princess who loved someone who loved regardless of what the universe dictated...”

Once he said that, You turned your head.

No longer looking at the sky but looking at him. He already knew his ears was getting red so, why couldn't he look away?

“That’s really deep… I wonder if people actually go against the universe for love. It seems like love like that doesn't exist in this era.”

You said as you looked back up at the star.

Midorima's eyes widened.

Love like that..

Two people meant to be apart but drawn together anyway.

A connection so strong it rewrote the sky.

He felt something crack open inside his chest. Love like that. Does it exist?

The realization was sudden, horrifying and beautiful all in one

Love like that DOES exist.

Right here.

And it wasn’t Vega.

It wasn’t legend.

Wasn’t myth.

It was him.

Him.

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Daiki Aomine:

The court glowed under the dim orange glow of the sunset as you dodged Aomine’s defense, slipping right past the reach of his outstretched arm. Your sneakers lightly scrapped against the pavement as you rose into your jump, and the ball left your fingertips in a perfect arc that seemed to move in slow motion. Aomine watched it, his breath catching in his throat. And it wasn't because he doubted the shot, but because it was a beautiful one. The ball fell through the hoop cleanly.

“Okay,” he finally muttered, eyebrows drawing together as he stared at you. “Who the hell taught you that?”

You shrugged, spinning the ball lazily on your fingertip.

“Midorima might’ve taught me a few tricks,” you said with a smirk. “What’s wrong, Daiki? Want me to slow down so you can keep up?” His mouth curled into a wide grin as he scoffed. “And you say I'm cocky ” he teased, stepping closer. He bent down a bit so he was face to face with you catching you a bit off guard. Your eyes widened and with a smile he spoke.

“Keep playin’ like that,” he murmured, letting his smirk grow as he tilted his head, “and I might just fall for you.”

It was a very bold statement to say the least. Exactly the kind of thing Aomine Daiki would say without thinking twice. And you?

You wrinkled your nose dramatically, tossing the ball his way with theatrical disgust.

“Ewww,” you said, rolling your eyes as if his flirting wasn’t making your heart race, “don’t scare me.”

Aomine blinked once.

Then he laughed, like really laughed.

Because genuinely, he loved your stupid insults whenever he flirted with you.

He found it funny every single time.

Especially because your cheeks always flushed that pretty pink whenever anything remotely flirtatious came out of his mouth,

even if your words pretended otherwise.

Wait.

Loved?

His smile faltered, just slightly, as the thought hit him.

Loved that about you?

Since when did he love anything about anyone?

He tossed the ball aside like the game no longer mattered and walked toward you, grabbing your hand without hesitation. He looked at you in a certain way. A way as if by looking into your eyes, he'd get confirmation. His expression softened

more and more with every second he stared at your face. And that told him everything he needed to know at this moment.

Aomine Daiki was in far deeper than he ever meant to be.

“That supposed to hurt my feelings?” he asked making your heart skip.

He then asked something that made your eyebrows furrow.

“Would you stop playing ball with me?”

There was a pause.

Barely a breath.

Then he added, even quieter

“If I already did?"

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Ryouta Kise:

The flashing lights, machines chiming and kids yelling was a good description of the current atmosphere. The whole arcade was a chaotic mess of colors and sounds. Nevertheless you and Kise loved it here.

It was the only place he could blend in without people begging for selfies.

Just you and him.

And a hundred noisy games that made him feel like a kid again.

At this very moment, you were currently destroying him at air hockey.

“Y/Nchii STOPP. You're cheating-"

You giggled. "You just suckk."

You flicked the puck so fast it zipped past his mallet and slammed into his goal.

Scoreboard: 7–4

Kise dropped his mallet and stared at you, betrayed.

“You didn’t even give me TIME to react!!”

He said huffing. But deep down inside, he was tremendously happy you were actually able to beat him at one thing tonight.

“Again. Skill issue.”

He dramatically threw himself back like he’d been shot.

“Wow okay. Who are you and what did you do to my bff. Even Kurokochii does not disappear this quick." You then snorted. Actually snorted.

And then you doubled over laughing.

Hands on your knees.

Head thrown back.

Laughing so loud other people turned.

Kise looked at you surprised, of course his joke was funny. But this funny? People always pretended to laugh at his jokes most of the time because he was tremendously attractive.

But your laugh…

God, your laugh was so bright. So pretty. So real.

If you weren't so carried away by the laughter, you would’ve noticed the way he was staring at you wide eyed, soft, overflowing with something too tender for a boy like him to hide.

A look dripping with fondness and sincerity.

A look that, if you had seen it, would’ve sent your heart into a full sprint.

…Wow..he thought to himself

She’s pretty.

Wait. No she’s always been pretty, but

Why does it feel like THAT?

Why does her laugh make me feel like THIS?

Why is my heart-oh my god. Oh.my.god.

His thought process derailed so violently he didn’t even hear you call his name.

“Ryouta?!”

You rushed toward him, placing a hand on his cheek before he could react.

“Dude. What the hell? Are you okay? You’re turning really red.”

He froze, wide eyes and mouth slightly open.

Red??

HIM???

KISE RYOUTA???

Turning RED???

Over YOU???

His hand slapped onto his cheek.

“NO I’M NOT.” he blurted.

“THE LIGHTS ARE RED!! IT’S JUST REFLECTION, I SWEAR, Y/N CHIII-"

You blinked.

“…Ryouta… the lights are changing color and that red still has not left your face...”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“Oh my god… you ARE blushing.”

You pointed right at him.

loud gasp “Kise Ryouta is BLUSHING because of ME?!”

“SHHHHHHHHH!”

He flailed so dramatically he nearly tackled the air trying to silence you.

“STOP SAYING IT OUT LOUD. PEOPLE CAN HEAR-".

“No one cares!” you laughed.

“I CARE!!!” You snorted. “Geez, if you likeeee me, Ryouta, it’s not even a big deal.”

You were joking.

But he wasn’t.

He froze, not with embarrassment this time, but with clarity.

The kind that hits suddenly, painfully, beautifully.

He didn’t “like” you.

That would’ve been easy. Light. Simple.

This?

This feeling swelling in his chest, cracking open something he didn’t know he had?

It was too big for “like.”

In those shimmering lights, hearing you toss the word so casually, he realized.

'Like' was not even close.

He loved you.

The purest, truest kind.

He was falling hopelessly, stupidly, gloriously in love with you.

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Taiga Kagami:

You and Kagami were walking home from school when you saw a woman on the sidewalk was crying quietly, kneeling beside a stroller with a broken wheel.

Bags spilled, baby crying and the worst part was People were passing without helping.

You immediately rushed over.

“Do you need help?” you asked softly.

Kagami froze behind you.

The woman had explained how she had lost her wallet, with her only source of money, so she couldn't afford a train fare. Hearing that

you did something insane. Kagami's eyes widened as you pulled out the little wallet you kept. And gave the woman the money you were saving for your subway ride home.

“Y/N-what are you doing-"

“She needs it,” you said simply.

Kagami stared at you. Who the hell does that? Who just gives something that important away? Who just helps because they want to?

He just stared. Stared at how the woman who cried harder with gratefulness and stared at you comforting her, giving her tissues, fixing the wheel with a smile. Kagami sighed as he awkwardly kneeled down beside you trying to help.

When she finally walked off after thanking you both for helping her with the fare and her stroller. You stood and dusted your skirt off.

You didn’t even complain about now having to walk thirty blocks home.

You didn’t even think about it.

But Kagami did.

“Here.”

He shoved a fare card into your hand.

A full unlimited monthly card.

The one he saved WEEKLY for.

The one he guarded like it was a sacred artifact because without it, he couldn’t even get to practice nor home.

You gasped.

“Taiga-that’s your card-"

"I said take it. Don't start arguing with me. It's fine."

“Taiga,” you said gently, “this is really expensive I swear I can manage-"

“JUST TAKE IT!”

He shouted, looking away, face on fire.

“You gave your money to her, s-so I’m giving this to you. Don’t make a big deal about it!”

You blinked and then smiled softly

“…Thank you.”

It was calm till he finally made it home. Immediately he FaceTimed Himuro.

“Tatsuya. I SCREWED UP.” Was the first thing Kagami screamed when Himuro answered. Himuro didn’t even look surprised.

“…Well Hello to you too, Taiga.”

“No-listen-I did something REALLY dumb.”

“That narrows nothing down Taiga.”

Kagami ran both hands through his hair in pure agony.

“I GAVE Y/N MY MONTHLY FARE CARD.”

Himuro now raised an eyebrow.

“…Your monthly card?” he repeated slowly.

“The one you save up for? The one you panic over losing every month?”

“YES! THAT ONE!” Kagami yelled.

“I just-handed it over like an idiot!”

Himuro blinked once.

“That’s… surprisingly generous of you.”

“NO IT’S NOT! IT’S STUPID!” Kagami screamed

“I’m gonna have to sprint to practice for the next four weeks!”

Himuro then smirked. "Are you in love with her or something

“LOVE?! TH-THAT’S NOT WHAT THIS IS."

Himuro exhaled through his nose, his patience was impressive.

“Taiga… people don’t give up something that important unless there’s a strong feeling attached to it. If I had to guess… it’s love. Your terrible at hiding it by the way.”

Kagami opened his mouth, then closed it.

Then opened it again.

Shit... he thought to himself.

Tatsuya might be onto something

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Tetsuya Kuroko:

You were talking to someone else.

Not even to him.

That’s the funny part.

Kuroko didn’t realize anything while you were looking at him.

It hit him while you weren’t paying attention at all.

You were standing a few feet away, listening to Kagami complain about homework. Your eyes rolled but a fond smile was on your face as you tried assuring Kagami.

At first Kuroko watched you without meaning to.

Then kept watching because he couldn’t help it.

And for some reason, the sight made something in his chest not ache, but expand.

Like his ribs suddenly didn’t know how to hold his heart anymore.

He blinked.

…How strange.

Kagami then said something dumb which made you laugh, and Kuroko felt the flutter turn into something almost dizzying.

Why did that laugh feel nicer than usual?

Why is it… comforting?

Why do I want to hear it again?

He watched the way you gently nudged Kagami’s arm, teasing him.

He watched you turn slightly to fix the strap of your bag.

He watched you tuck your hair behind your ear.

Goodness it was so dangerously attractive.

Your attention then shifted for just a second.

Your gaze drifting across the court, and even though you didn’t notice him, he felt something warm spread in his chest at simply seeing your eyes move.

He inhaled a little too sharply as he thought to himself.

This feeling…

Did it start today?

Or has it been here this whole time… and I’m only now aware?

Kagami then called him.

“Yo Kuroko, we’re leaving.”

Kuroko answered calmly, “Alright, I’m coming.”

But before he followed, he allowed himself one more glance at you.

One glance turned into two.

And in the quiet of his own mind, he acknowledged it fully.

I want to walk beside her.

I want to listen to her voice every day.

I want to be the reason she smiles.

The realization didn’t shatter him.

It didn’t scare him.

It simply settled into his heart the same way he entered rooms. Silently, gently, without demand.

You looked over finally, giving him a small wave.

Kuroko’s face didn’t change.

But his heart skipped.

There was only one phrase to describe what was happening, and that was:

He was falling in love with you.

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Atsushi Murasakibara:

You walked up behind Murasakibara holding a small bag of his favorite pack of gummies.

“Atsushi,” you said softly, tapping his arm.

He turned, sluggish as always, eyes half lidded.

“Oh… Y/Nchin."

You then held out the bag.

“I saw these at the store and thought of you. Here.”

His eyes widened slightly.

“…Oh?” He blinked slowly. “You brought these… for me?”

He said it like the concept was foreign.

Impossible.

Like no one had ever truly thought of him before. “Well, yeah,” you shrugged. “You like them, right?” He stared at the candy.

Then at you then at the candy again.

He took them very gently from your hand.

“…Y/N-chin your so nice as always..."

It came out like a quiet whisper as he watched you walk away, humming to yourself, already doing something else, not expecting anything back from him at all.

It bothered him. Not in a bad way.

Just… different.

Because you did this a lot.

Not once.

Not twice.

You’d bring him snacks often.

Sometimes his favorites.

Sometimes something new he might like.

Sometimes something he mentioned ONLY ONCE. It wasn’t just the snack. It was the consistency.

The thoughtfulness.

He opened the bag and ate one gummy, he felt something melt inside him just like the gummy did in his mouth.

Why does it feel warm?

Weird… I don’t like this feeling.

No, wait… maybe I do?

He watched you again, your back turned to him, talking to someone else, completely unaware of what you had started in his chest.

His fingers tightened around the snack bag.

He blinked, slow and confused as ever, but the realization came like candy dissolving on his tongue:

Y/N-chin is… sweeter than any snack I’ve ever had.

I like her.

No… I-

“Yo! Murasakibara! Let’s go!” someone yelled. He stood up, towering over everyone without trying, eyes drifting back to you one last time. And he knew, this was more than just a slight crush.

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Seijuro Akashi

Akashi didn’t fall in love with your face.

It wasn’t about features.

It was this strange effect you had on him. Akashi looked at you the way someone who was starved looks at food.

The way a king looks at his throne. The way fate looks at its chosen.

Something in the way you stood carelessly and unknowingly made his breath hitch and he couldn’t look away. You turned slightly, searching the room for someone else, completely unaware of the way his eyes were devouring every subtle action you made.

And Akashi felt his heartbeat do something unfamiliar. It stumbled. His mind went dead silent except for one thought that echoed through him like a command.

“She’s perfect.”

Not because of a feature. Not because of beauty. Because your very presence fit into a shape inside him he didn’t know was empty. When you smiled at someone who wasn’t him. He felt something sharp slice through his chest. A heat that was both jealousy and hunger.

You didn’t even smile at him, but he memorized the exact way your lips curved, the exact change in your posture, the exact brightness you radiated. His eyes, enough to paralyze people on their own, softened in a way that only affection can cause.

When you looked away and disappeared into the crowd, Akashi felt something like grief. Because even though he had only seen you her for seconds.

He already was missing you.

It may have been too soon to call it love.

But too strong to be called anything else.

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Have my kids (18+)

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Shintaro Midorima:

It wasn’t the fact that he’d cleaned due to the fact that was a consistency. No. This was quite different. The place smelled faintly of incense, the bedroom sheets had been freshly changed, and his lucky item of the day, a pink ceramic heart was sat on the nightstand. “Shin…?” you called out, setting your bag down. “Everything okay?”

He stepped out of the bathroom in a fitted black shirt and loose sweatpants, toweling his damp hair off. God your husband was sight for sore eyes. His glasses slid slightly down his nose as he pushed them back up. His face face was a little flushed as he said

“You’re ovulating,” You blinked.

“…You’ve been tracking that?”

“Of course. I’ve been logging your cycle for the past four months.”

He crossed his arms like this was the most reasonable thing in the world. “I reminded you to input the last day of your period twice.”

“Oh my god.” You laughed. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m always serious,” he muttered, a bit flustered now. “We agreed to try. This is the optimal window for conception.”

You stepped closer, arms looping around his waist. “So you planned a whole night of knocking me up, huh?”

His hands settled on your hips. “Yes. I did.” He cleared his throat, voice lower now. “You should eat something light beforehand. We need you to have a lot of stamina .”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re so hot when you go full caring mode before we fuck.”

He adjusted his glasses. “I’ll pretend that wasn’t sarcastic.”

“It wasn’t.”

He gave you that look and then, of course, insisted you sit down to eat the light meal he prepared ahead of time. When you finally finished eating and he escorted you to the bedroom, his whole demeanor shifted.

He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on you as he positioned himself.

“You will keep your legs up after this,” he muttered, removing his glasses and folding them neatly before pushing his cock into you with one brutal thrust making you let out strangled cry, back arching as the stretch punched the air right out of your lungs. “F-fuck, Shintarō-" But he wasn’t listening. He was watching obsessing at how your wet pussy swallowed him whole. His fingers bruised your hips as he slammed into you again, deeper, meaner.

“God, you’re dripping,” he hissed under his breath. “Look at you. I haven’t even cum once and you’re already soaking me.”

His thick tip slammed against your cervix with every thrust, a precise, punishing pace that had your body trembling.

“You’re going to take every fucking drop tonight love,” he gritted out, one hand pressing into the small of your back to keep you pinned. “You will take everything my cock has to offer until you are knocked up.”

You could barely breathe, drooling into the sheets, moaning loudly. You were already shaking, on the verge of another orgasm, but Midorima didn’t slow down for a second.

“Does it feel good?” he muttered through clenched teeth, ramming into you so deep you saw stars. “Having your husband fuck your fertile cunt raw? You gonna thank me for stuffing you full of baby batter like the good girl you are?”

You nodded as you looked at him with big teary eyes, and that made him snap. His hand slid up your spine

“You are so pretty, I hope my kids take your genes rather than my own."

His cock twitched at the sight of your pretty face and he felt he was near, so his hips snapped forward one last time before burying his entire length inside you as he spilled deep into your womb.

“…Again,” he whispered. “Just to be sure.”

You couldn’t even respond. Couldn’t speak. All you could do was whimper under him and let him whatever the hell he wanted to your overstimulated, wrecked body.

And he did.

He ended up doing it five times.

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Daiki Aomine:

Your back hit the mattress. Your legs were spread. And Aomine was already yanking his sweatpants down. The moment you stated you wanted to start trying for a baby, this man was all in for it. He's been waiting for this moment since forever so now that it came, he was going to take full advantage of it.

You didn’t even have time to breathe before he was on you.

“Gonna fill you up,” he said his voice low he lined himself up to your dripping hole. “Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy. You sure about this, baby? I ain’t stopping once I start.”

“I’m sure,” you whispered.

That’s all he needed.

He thrust in deep all the way, making your back arch and a scream rip out of your throat.

“Fuuuck, shit I don't know how much fucking times I've fucked this pussy for you to always remain so tight,” he hissed, gripping your hips so hard they might bruise.

Even though you'd lost track of the amount of times you had Aomine had sex, this time it was honestly a little different. Rougher. Deeper. More desperate. His thrusts were heavy and unrelenting, slamming into you like every stroke was the one that’d knock you up. It as if he was loving this idea as much as you were.

“You feel that?” he groaned into your ear. “That’s how deep I’m gonna cum, baby. Right up in your into here.” He said tapping your stomach.

“You want this, huh?” he muttered, voice feral. “Wanna carry my baby? My fuckin kid inside that small little body?”

“Y-Yes, Daiki, please-"

“Say it.”

“I want it-I want your baby-fuck, I want all of it-"

“Yeah?” he hissed, voice cracking as his rhythm stuttered. “You wanna walk around stuffed full of my fuckin’ load? Waddlin with my kid inside you? All that from this pussy-this tight, beautiful pussy that's all mine?”

A broken groan left his throat as he slammed in deep, cock twitching violently as he filled you to the brim, his cum so hot and thick you could feel it pooling inside. But he didn’t pull out. He didn’t move.

His cock twitched over and over, painting your insides.

But he didn’t pull out.

Didn’t move.

Just stayed inside, holding you close, panting against your neck.

“Shit,” he whispered, chest heaving. “I should’ve done this sooner....felt too good..." The minute those words came out of his mouth, he stood back up straight with a smirk. He then began fucking into you slowly. Grinding into your overstimulated walls like he was trying to force every last drop into your womb.

“It felt too good. Besides your pussy still feels a bit empty,” he murmured. “Gotta go again. Gotta make sure.”

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Ryouta Kise:

“God, You’re gonna be so pretty when you’re pregnant,” he mumbled, voice soft. “I'm so grateful you'll let me be the father to your kids." His cock dragged against your slick folds before he finally pushed inside inch by inch until his tip kissed your cervix. His eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out, breath catching in his throat. “So warm… so tight… fuck, baby, it’s like your pussy knew it was mine.” He started to move slow, rolling thrusts that made your eyes roll back then paused suddenly, an idea flashing through.

Without pulling out, Kise hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, shifting until your front was pressed against the full length mirror beside the bed.

“I need you to see,” he moaned, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head. “Look at yourself, baby. Look at how fucking pretty you’ll look when I cum inside you.”

His hips rolled into you from behind slow and deep, forcing your body to jolt forward with each thrust. His grip tightened on your hips, your reflection jolting with every bounce, his hair matted to his forehead, abs flexing, lip bitten.

“Look,” he moaned again, voice cracking. “Look at what your body does to me. Look how fucking good you take me.”

You could barely breathe, your eyes teary, mouth open and a moan caught in your throat. “I wanna cum inside you so bad,” he groaned, thrusts picking up as his cock pulsed deep inside your walls. “Wanna fill you up so full it drips down your thighs. Wanna see you round and sore and so fucking mine. You’ll take it, right?”

“Yes, Ryo,” you gasped. “Please give it to me.”

His hips snapped forward one last time, cock throbbing as he came with a loud, broken whimper, grinding into you as his cum spilled in hot, heavy waves, coating your insides so thick you could feel it pooling. He held you tight, still inside, breathing hard. Then, with trembling hands, he laid you down gently. Your legs were pulled up, hips propped on a soft pillow. And he didn’t let go.

“You stay like that, baby,” he murmured, breathless. “Let it settle…”

His hand moved to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles. “I think it’s gonna work this time…”

Later, when you were fast asleep,his cum still trapped inside you Kise kissed your belly and whispered into the dark:

“I love you already… both of you.”

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Taiga Kagami:

You didn’t think much of it when you said it, it was just a quiet confession between kisses, whispered against his neck while you sat curled in his lap, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“I really feel like we are ready for kids.”

Kagami froze like you’d slapped him. His body stiffened and his cheeks instantly flushed, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Y-You serious?” he stammered, eyes wide. “Like… for real?”

You nodded, biting your lip. And that was all it took. He kissed you hard, hands already tugging at your clothes. You helped him, shirt first, then your panties, then his sweats and of course he was already hard, leaking against your thigh as he pushed you down on the bed.

“I’ll try to be careful,” he muttered.

“But fuck, baby-don’t say that and expect me to think straight.”

When he slid in, both of you gasped. He buried himself.

“You feel… so good,” he groaned, almost to himself, as he started to move deep and steady, each stroke trembling with held

back need. You cupped his face, kissed him. “You can go harder, Taiga. I want it.”

He did.

His pace picked up, his body covering yours, sweat dripping down his back as he pounded into you with determination. His hands found your thighs, pushed them up until your knees were at your chest, locking himself in even deeper.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he panted, eyes locked on yours. “I wanna fill you up, I wanna make you mine-fuck I can't fucking wait to see you full of me."

You moaned louder, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The mental image of his cum leaking out of you was all he needed to thrust himself into you one final time before he came hard, thick cum spilling deep in you as his entire body shuddered. You thought he was done. You really did. But after a few minutes of breathing against your skin, still inside you, still hard, Kagami lifted his head and looked at you.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “I’m perfect.”

He exhaled hard through his nose. “Good… cause I ain't done yet.”

“I wanna make sure it works,” he said, blunt and a little out of breath. “Wanna fill you up again. Wanna fuck it into your stomach.”

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Tetsuya Kuroko:

“I've been thinking...Tetsu.” You said as you played with his hair. "I want to start a family.."

“I’ve been thinking the same thing for weeks.”

Your heart skipped. “Really?”

He nodded once. “Every time I’m inside yo-" His words were then cut off by a sudden kiss from you. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He carried you. Carefully. Placed you on the mattress. Kuroko pulled off your clothes with steady hands, standing between your thighs. Once he got rid of his sweatpants and underwear. His eyes were calm, but burning. He pushed in slowly, eyes locked on yours the whole time. And when he bottomed out, he let out a single, shaky breath.

“You’re already perfect for me,” he whispered. “But the idea of you pregnant with my child… it’s consuming.”

His hips started to move. Every thrust left you gasping, clinging to his back as your body trembled beneath him.

“You take me so well baby,” he murmured.

You moaned his name, eyes fluttering. It was too much, the stretch, the closeness, the way he spoke. It was all just so perfect.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” he said softly. “Not because I have to. Because I want to. Because you’re mine. And I want the world to know." Your fingers tangled in his hair as he began to fuck you harder. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer. And when he came, it was with a whispered groan against your neck.

He stayed inside. Didn’t move nor spoke. He just held you close against him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his placed gently on the small of your back. He gave you a kiss on your neck before saying,

“Let’s try again… just to be sure.”

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Atsushi Murasakibara:

He was quiet when you told him. Not shocked, not flustered, just blinking up at you from where he was laying on the couch, his hand resting lazily on your thigh.

“Really? You wanna have a baby?” he mumbled, voice low and slow. “Like… mine?”

You nodded, unsure how he’d take it.

It didn't take too long for his hand to slide between your thighs, two fingers rubbing lightly against your core feeling how wet you are. He kissed you all over as he kept his long fingers pumping into your pussy. You then stopped him. "Baby...let me be the one to lead this time.."

And that lead to you bouncing on him like a girl in heat, completely mindless, tits bouncing in circles, ass slapping against his thighs with wet, messy sounds every time your soaked cunt swallowed him whole. Murasakibara was a wreck beneath you, looking at you go with his face flustered.

“You agreed to make a baby,” you panted, pupils blown wide. “Said you wanted to keep me full, right? Then fucking fill me.”

He let out the weakest whimper, hips twitching up helplessly.

“Y-you’re already full,” he moaned, dragging his hands over your ass, squeezing like he could force you down deeper. “Already gave you so much-your pussy’s leaking—I can feel it…” You looked down at him with a wicked smile. “Then give me more. If you want that baby, you’re gonna have to fuck it into me again and again.” He cursed under his breath and let his head fall back, pink bangs sticking to his forehead. His thick cock was still rock hard inside you, overworked and overstimulated. But it didn’t stop him from gripping your hips and slamming you down on him so hard you cried out. “You’re scary when you’re like this…” he mumbled. “All needy n greedy like you’re tryna milk my balls dry…”

"Maybe I am,” you hissed, nails dragging down his chest. “You said you wanted to knock me up, Atsushi. So do it. Fucking do it.” That pushed him over the edge.

With a deep grunt, he thrusted up hard. Then sooner or later he was spilled inside you with a long, broken groan, hips twitching wildly as your walls fluttered around him. But even after he came, you didn’t stop. You kept grinding, kept working him, trying to squeeze every last drop from his thick cock, even as he whined under you.

“Still not enough,” you moaned, leaning over him, licking the sweat from his neck. “I need it deeper. I want your cum flooding my womb. I wanna feel it take.”

He was dizzy. Gone. Arms wrapped around you, voice a muffled whimper against your chest.

“I-I’ll give you a baby,” he promised, barely coherent. “I’ll give you as many as you want…”

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Seijuro Akashi:

Your back hit the bed and the room fell still.

Akashi looked down at you, eyes glowing in the low light. He didn’t speak right away. Just trailed his fingers slowly over your belly like he was envisioning it already, swollen, round, all because of him.

“You’re ready?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded. He didn’t ask twice.

He undressed you carefully. And when you were bare beneath him, legs spread and already dripping, he let out the faintest hum.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he said. “You’ll carry the next Akashi. My heir. My blood. You understand that, don’t you?” You nodded again, breathless. “No,” he murmured, slipping two fingers through your slick folds. “Say it.”

“I understand… I’m ready, Sei. I want it.”

That made him smile. “Good.”

He stroked his cock slowly, watching the way your eyes dropped to it. Pre-cum was already dripping out of his bulging cock. Slowly he lined up and pushed in with a low groan, bottoming out in a single, deep thrust that made you arch with a cry.

He didn’t let you adjust. Didn’t give you space to think. He gripped your thighs, planted his knees, and began fucking himself into you balls deep.

Every thrust reached deep and his pelvis grinding into your aching clit giving you double pleasure of the sensations. You were already a mess beneath him, moaning, gasping, clawing at the sheets but Akashi was composed. Unshaken.

“You feel that?” he growled softly. “That’s where I’m going to finish. Deep inside you. You’re going to take all of me and keep it.”

“I’ll do whatever you want just please cum in me Seijuro."

He grabbed your chin, made you look him in the eye.

“Beg properly.”

“Breed me, Seijuro-please-fill me up-make me pregnant with your child."

And that was all it took. His hips snapped forward, pace breaking, breath hitching as he drove in deeper, harder, panting curses under his breath until he spilled inside you with a groan, cock pulsing as he filled your womb. But he didn’t pull out. He bent low, kissed your neck, and began to move again.

"Don't go assuming over my love."

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need me some baby-making smut with the gom 🙏just something fluffy and domestic really (but freaky as hell too cause them with a breeding kink??👅)

I FORGOT TO POST THE POST WITH THIS💔💔💔💔💔 LET ME LINK IT HERE FOR YOU MY LOVE.

Have my kids