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 ).
Note: I wrote this 2 yrs ago or 3? and just found it in my notes app. Only made minor edits and I just wanted to put it out there!
There were happy times and they were sad. It is to be expected once you enter a committed relationship. This too, applied with your relationship with Akashi.
Happy times would be spent with victory celebrations after every win of Rakuzan's. They would be spent with dates and cuddly nights. Late night conversations and soft kisses. But as the 3 year relationship progressed the sad times started to outweigh the happy.
The late night conversations turned to no talking at all. The same lips used to kiss are instead replaced with shouting, yelling, and screaming words meant to hurt.
What was once soft turned harsh, and what was once kind turned cold. Sad times are expected to be accompanied by happy times. The aftermath is predicted to be positive.
But this does not happen every single time. Not everything gets its happy ending.
"Let's break up" the words leave a bitter taste on your tongue. His bedroom was dark, the moon being its only light source. The way it illuminated Akashi's face made it want you to take back what you said. But you knew it was for the better, rather you thought it was.
The shock on his face did not go unnoticed, and so did the tears that stained your face. "What?" The grip on your shorts grows tighter as an attempt to refrain yourself from breaking down in front of him.
Your eyes refuse to meet his. You finally look at him and are surprised to see the shock and fear on his face. He did not want your relationship to end like this, he did not want it to end at all.
Although it was subtle, there were tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. "Aren't you tired?" He places his hands on both of your cheeks and leans his forehead, allowing it to rest on yours.
"Should we go to bed?" His voice cracked.
"Seijuro, you know that's not what i meant." He senses your frustration and tries to drift your attention to something else.
He forces a smile, "What do you mean, darling? Let's sleep shall we?" You were a bit frustrated over the fact that he wasn't taking you seriously. He was clearly avoiding the topic.
"Seijuro-" but your words were cut off when a single teardrop stains your cheek, but it wasn't from you this time.
The teardrops turn into rain.
"Don't say things like that,___. It scares me." You put a hand over his. His thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away his tears from your soft skin.
"I'm being serious." He looks down, the bangs of his hair not giving you any permission to see his face at all.
"Why?" The crack in his voice shatters your heart. His soft sobs engulfing the room, replacing its silence.
"We're fighting too often. We don't even reconcile after, Sei. We can't continue on like this." You force the words out of your mouth. He was making it even more difficult for you to leave.
"Then let's talk." He tries to make amends, it's clear in the way he holds you even tighter. Closer. That he doesn't want to lose you. His fingers were trembling.
"That's the problem, we don't talk. We never do anymore. Talking is just arguing, yelling we're not even trying to fix things between us. Ever since your emperor's eye came back, it just got worse. You're growing cold and distant, I hate it." The words hit him like a truck but these were facts he could not deny.
He hesitated. But Akashi was never the type to deny you what you want. Even if your requests resulted in his own grief and agony.
"Alright, if you wish." He says with so much finality it almost frightens you how easy that was. How he didn't bother to argue any further. But you knew deep in your heart that Akashi was never one to oppose you.
Canonically Akashi is 5’ 8” (173cm) so we’ll say reader is around 5’ 10” - 6’ (177.8cm - 182.88cm)
You and Akashi were finishing up your individual tasks in the student council meeting room. You, as the secretary, were reviewing your notes from the previous meeting and making sure the new updates were added accordingly. While your boyfriend Akashi, as the president, was reading through a folder of requests from the school body regarding the upcoming festival, and deciding which ones were worthy to add to the list of events that would be discussed more in depth at the next meeting.
After a while of working in silence, you stretch your long limbs - a satisfying pop sounding from your lower back as you do so.
“Alright” you sigh as you hop out of your chair and walk around the room to get worknthe stiffness out of your legs “I think I’m ready to call it a day. What about you SeiSei?” You ask smiling as your boyfriend rolls his eyes at the ridiculous nickname you dubbed him with.
“Yes, I agree.” He concedes, stretching his neck from side to side to relieve the stiffness from staying in the same position for so long.
“It’s getting late and I wouldn’t want you to walk home in the dark. Especially after the terrifying event you encountered the night before. Right, Darling?~” your boyfriend questions as he makes his way to the bookshelf with a teasing glint in his maroon eyes.
You respond with your patented full body eye roll along with an exaggerated sigh, causing Akashi to huff a small laugh. He was addressing your…incident from the previous night.
***
He, was walking you home after both of your activities had concluded for the day (an act that made you feel a bit guilty since your home was in the opposite direction from his dorm, but always the gentleman, he insisted on accompanying you)
The two of you walked along a old, rural backroad to take a short cut when a loud aggressive russle sounded from the thick shrubbery beside you. The sound surprised you and thanks to the “very active and terrifying imagination” you posses (Seijuro’s words, not yours) you were absolutely positive that Jason Voorhees had spawned in the bush, and was coming for you.
You may have…overreacted a little…
In the most ungraceful, uncoordinated way possible, you screamed, flew about a foot and a half away in the opposite direction of the noise with your hands in front of you as a useless shield, lost your balance, dropped and flounderd on the ground in a pathetic attempt to shuffle away from the imposing threat of the……
small black cat…that ambled out of the shrub with a soft meow.
Oh…
The small creature studied you with its wide eyed gaze. And, in your own humble opinion, the cat’s bright blue eyes almost seems to find humor in your situation.
A small snort from your boyfriend interrupts the staring contest between the two of you. You turn your gaze up to see your dear Seijuro doing everything in his power to hold himself together. An arm across his middle while his other hand was left with the job to smother the laughter trembling out of him.
“Are you…hmph…do you *snort* *deep breath*…Do you need a hand, Darling?”
***
Needless to say, the whole ordeal was not exactly your finest moment. As much as you’d like to forget it, you can’t help but relish in the humor it seems to give to your dear Seijouro.
“Yes, my love, being scared half to death by a wild beast of the night would definitely put a strain on one’s psyche.” You humor him as you dramatically lean on the massive desk in the middle of the room and demurely rest the back of your hand onto your forehead with all the flair of a 1950’s damsel in distress.
You let yourself smile as you hear a hearty laugh come from your boyfriend, and decide to continue with your silly performance. “Why, the only thing that may heal my wounded soul and pride, would be to acquire a one of those delicious boba teas from the little shop down the street.” You drone on as you lay fully on the desk, this time sliding the back of your hand down your face and onto your chest while your eyes slide shut.
“Is that so?” Seijuro asks, can’t helping but to play along with your one woman show.
“Yes” you reply without missing a beat “For it would be the only thing to heal my jaded spirit.”
“Goodness,” Akashi replies with a smile and a shake of his head, “with a performance like that, it’s no wonder why you are vice president of the drama club.” You giggle and slide off the desk as he closes the council room binder and goes towards the bookshelf to return it to its proper places on the very top shelf.
However, given the great stature of said bookshelf, this task couldn’t be achieved without the use of a stepping stool.
A stepping stool that curiously was not where he had left it last.
He glances in your direction with suspicious gaze. You were also facing him, your head tilted and hands politely folded in a way that made you seem a little too innocent.
“Is something the matter, Sei?” You question softly.
He couldn’t help the knowing smirk that grew on his lips as he answers you.
“It’s nothing, dear. It just seems that the stool that is usually kept on the side of the bookshelf has vanished.” He fully turned to face you now, arm that wast holding the binder positioned comfortably across his middle as he leaned his shoulder against said bookshelf.
“You wouldn’t happen to know what happended to it, would you?”
You shrug your shoulders “I can’t say I have my dear.” you answer as your coyly make your way towards him. Now having to tilt your head down to meet his maroon gaze.
From this distance, he can absolutely see the mischief sparkle in your eyes as you open your mouth again.
“Would you like me to help you, love?”
Sweetness coating your words like honey. Completely cordial to anyone else, but the tease in your gaze and smile that stretched a bit too far to one side to be innocent told the young man all he needed to know.
His answer came with a half hearted eye roll and a small amused huff. “Yes darling, I would greatly appreciate your assistance.” He hands to binder towards you, and steps back to give you full access to the bookshelf.
You make a show out of effortlessly stretching your long limbs upward, and easily slipping the binder back at its rightful place on the very top of the shelf. You didn’t even have to get on your tip toes.
With the gracefulness of a ballerina, you pivot your feet and turn towards your boyfriend again. You gently bend your knees and spread your arms into a polite curtsy. A soft giggle leaves your lips at your own dramatics, while Seijuro watches your display, eyes full of reverence and admiration.
He tenderly reaches for your hand as you stand back to your full height. While maintaining eye contact, he guides the back of your hand to his lips, and places a kiss so gentle, you would bet it rivals the soft flutter of a butterfly’s wings.
He speaks once more, his words and deep timbre that send a flurry of warmth through your body
Reader making Aomine act or do some silly things with her alone, like Aomine sometimes instantly does them without even realizing such as jumping with her when she's super happy of accomplishing something and stuff like that. If someone asks him about it he will deny it with his life tho.
Aomine doesn’t think he’s ever been happy since he was a kid.
Playing basketball is the closest he has gotten to being truly happy since then, and all of that has been taken away and changed from happiness to crushing other people’s joy with his strength for spite.
So he doesn’t really know how to be ‘joyful’.
Also, it just seems like a lot of work. All that energy Momoi exerts trying to be cute looks exhausting.
Plus it’s not very manly (or at least the toxic masculinity of the sporting world and high school angst has told him it’s not manly).
When he’s with [Y/N] though it’s different.
He does her little social media dances and stupid stuff just to keep her happy, and not annoy him, but realizes they are actually kind of fun.
He also is genuinely proud of her when she does something good. Aomine is bad at everything except basketball, so it’s nice to be proud of someone for something.
Aomine is actually pretty good at dancing and has actually tried to show her some moves when they dance in the living room or kitchen.
All of this is done in private though. He is not man enough yet to shake off those toxic ideas of joy & what a man should be, but he’s working on it through love and acceptance.
Maybe being in love is allowing yourself to be stupid sometimes.
He loves giving his jacket or hoodies to you. It doesn't matter if you're cold or not. The second you two go outside at night, he is already pulling his hoodie over your head. It's not just about keeping you warm, he loves seeing you in his stuff. The way that every time you wear his clothes it just swallows you as whole.
Same thing goes for his jersey. Aomine hates how much he gets effected when he sees you in his jersey. The way that his name is written on your back? His mind goes blank.
He doesn't want to be a bad influence but definitely asks you to skip classes with him from time to time, he gets bored without you.
When you are watching his games, Aomine plays a little harder. Not in a "trying harder to win" way, he already knows he is winning. It's in a "my girl is watching and I better make it look good." Way.
And just because you get worried when he gets into fights, he tried not to get angry during the game as much as he can.
He might seem impatient from outside, but Aomine loves listening to you yap about your interests. Maybe he doesn't make much eye contact or responds, but he is definitely listening.
When you are by his side, his hand immediately goes to your hip. It's like a natural spot.
He picks you up so you can shoot, It doesn't matter how stupid it looks, He loves it when you smile after getting the ball through the hoop.
Aomine loves it when you are sitting on his thigh and he gets to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. He looks like a clingy big puppy.
Hey author, can I get a request for GOM who have a S/O who can be really mean and Blunt on the outside but kind secretly (On the outside, they can act like Jade West or Karma Akabane but to those who are close to them, They can be gentle, kind, caring, and funny).
Hii Erina :>
I love this concept so much omd (and it's so fun to meet another knb writer)
GoM x S/O who's like Jade West
Akashi
When he first met you, he was intrigued- most people respected or feared him, so he was shocked when you were seemingly unintimidated. While it bothered him, it also made him feel indescribably linked to you
Now, he loves that you have a softer and kinder side that you only show him and a few other people. He's quite possessive, and it makes him feel like you're his
Because he knows how rare that side of you is, he treasures it even more, though he doesn't tell you often
It was definitely an enemies/rivals to lovers kind of relationship
Appreciates how blunt you are- he despises fake people and sees it as a strength of yours (plus it means guys don't usually try to hit on you - it's very clear you're not interested)
Definitely tells you to watch your attitude jokingly
Aomine
Another enemies to lovers - you'd always argue over the stupidest things
Over time however, you realised you had more in common than you thought and you understood each other
Opening up to each and developing trust other took time - he appreciated it even more knowing you don't normally let people in
Teases you about how different you act when you guys are alone, but he actually kinda likes knowing you so deeply compared to everyone else (also, he's the same-)
You guys definitely spend hours laughing together and bitching about people that piss you off
If you have a goth/alt aesthetic like Jade, he's secretly into it
Kise
Definitely tried to hit on you from the start. The fact that if didn't work only made him more resilient
Initially, you found the way he tried so hard to get to know you and always hung around you very annoying, and you made that painfully clear
However, over time, he showed you he was on your side and genuinely cared about you, so you gradually behan to open up and show him the softer side of your personality
Now, you two do everything and go everywhere together
Teases you about being an "emo kid" (he loves your look really)
Is secretly entertained when you pick fights with his groupies
Sunshine x grumpy kind of dynamic
Thinks your rare smiles are everything and does everything he can to make you happy
Midorima
You met when you were paired up together for a class project
It was very painful at first - you were both stubborn and unwilling to compromise, so you spent hours insulting each other
But, with the deadline looming, you managed to figure out how to work together and ended up getting an A* on that project
You started respecting each other and seeing each other's good qualities (although neither one of you admitted it)
Takao probably realised Midorima liked you way earlier than Midorima himself and teased him relentlessly because of it
Definitely a slow burn, but when you guys became close, Midorima completely fell in love with your soft side
At the start of the relationship, communication felt awkward and difficult at times, but the deeper your bond got, the easier it became as you grew less guarded around each other
Gets flustered very easily around you, especially if you compliment him
Your flirting looks more like insulting each other
Murasakibara
Friends to lovers - you guys would just chill together because you found everyone else's company intolerable
Will insult the hell out of each other but fight anyone who insults the other one
At first, he just saw you as funny and sharp tongued. But, when you grew closer and began to trust each other, he saw the other side of your personality and grew to adore it
Took him months to realise why he loved your company so much and he remained in denial for ages after that
Very possessive/jealous (you tease him a lot because of it)
Becomes a sweetheart when you're alone
You guys mostly do chill things together like relaxing at home while eating snacks and watching TV
warnings: body weight/pressure, teasing, sexual tension, suggestive language
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.
Akashi and Kuroko (separate) x tall! Reader fic is in the works - here’s a sneak peek 👀
Ik ik “what does tha have to do with the reader being tall 🤨??” Im getting carried away that’s why it’s taking so long dang it 😭 it’s suppose to be a short fic and im barely halfway done with Akashi’s part AHHH
Anyway yeah posting this to hold me accountable so I can actually work on it again 😙
request: Hello. I saw your post with requests and decided to write. Can you please make Guys from kuroko no basketball with a girl who is a little perverted (just hints that she might grope their ass or pecs a little or kiss in the neck or collarbone). Specifically, I want there to be Kuroko, Akashi, Midorima, Aomine, Kise, Murosakibara and (if possible) Kagami.
warning(s): a little cringe, suggestive? possible grammar and spelling mistakes
(a/n): thanks for requesting anon! it was fun to write. unfortunately, i ran out of ideas by the time i reached murasakibara, so ive only written for the GoM. i hope you liked it!!
!not proofread!
ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ
✧⋅ kuroko is not much of a romantic and you’re the first one he’s ever had any feelings for
✧⋅ so he still gets a little (hella) flustered whenever you so much as kiss him
✧⋅ imagine his surprise when you decide to give his ass a little slap… in the middle of thE PRACTICE LMAO
✧⋅ baby was so flustered
✧⋅ beet RED
your club had ended earlier than you expected. so of course you decide to go wait for your boyfriend to finish with his practice. so you can walk home together.
“you played good tetsu,” you say passing a water bottle to him. they were playing a little practice match and you could already see a lot of improvement since last week.
“thank you, (name)-san,” he gave u a small smile. he really considered himself lucky to have met such an amazing girl.
he had never said it to you but your encouraging words, whether you sent it through a text or said it in person, means so much to him.
“okay everyone. last practice set before you all can leave,” riko says blowing her whistle. you see some people groan.
“what!? why’re you giving me that look. are you guys trying to tell (name)-chan that you guys are bunch of wimps!?”
that got them straightened up. they would never want another person, especially their teammate’s girlfriend, to think of them like that.
kuroko looks at you, handing you the water bottle, ready to head back.
“good luck tetsu-kun,” you say in a teasing tone, gently slapping his ass just as he turns around to go join the game.
he pauses just for a second, his brain lagging for a second. he looks around the room to see if anyone had seen it. it looked like nobody saw it (thankfully for him)
you make eye contact with riko, who saw the entire thing (of course she did, she’s really attentive of her players at practice). you both share a silent giggle as the guys resume their last practice match of the day.
ꜱᴇɪᴊūʀō ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ
✧⋅ the emperor was a little weak when it came to relationships
✧⋅ first of all, he would never date someone if he actually didnt like the person cause he would never waste his time and affection on just anybody
✧⋅ speaking of affection, he was very… let’s say innocent
✧⋅ don’t get me wrong, he IS a hormonal teenage boy. but when it comes to actually doing stuff
✧⋅ god help him
you had come over to the akashi manor for a study date with your boyfriend.
there was no study going on.
you didn’t know how it escalated. you were just sitting on his bed doing homework. akashi had suggested to do it on his study table but you wanted to be comfy.
it started small, with you sneaking in kisses every couple minutes. who could blame you, he was sitting soooo close to you and he had such a pretty face too :(
you don’t know how it ended up with you, on his lap, kissing him like you would die if you stopped. your fingers traveling up his arms and tangling in his hair.
as for akashi, boy was flustered (even though he would never admit it). his hands hovering around your waist, he didn’t want to overstep and make you uncomfortable.
you pull away, just enough to look into his eyes. you notice his hands and without thinking you bring them to your waist and place them there.
“you’re adorable, sei,” you give him a kiss on the side of his lips, trailing your kisses down to his jaw and his neck.
small gentle kisses trailing his neck and collarbone.
you feel his shudder as you kiss the area where his neck meet his shoulder. you take it as a sign to land more kisses along the same area.
his grip on your waist tightens just a little bit, but enough to tell you that you had hit the spot.
you decide to stop. as much as you wanted to continue with it, you didn’t want the poor boy to be overwhelmed.
“someone’s all hot and bothered,” you tease him, a sly smile on your face. he says nothing, just pulls you in for another kiss.
ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀō ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ
✧⋅ if you thought the others were bad, this man is worseee (especially at the beginning of your relationship)
✧⋅ he’s pale asf too, so when he’s blushing, everyone around him would know he’s blushing
✧⋅ his denying doesn’t help at all
✧⋅ poor boy gets constantly teased by his friends and teammates especially takao
it had been a while since you got the chance to hangout with your boyfriend. both of you were quite busy with school and examinations.
and what better way to spend time with your tsundere than to have a movie marathon!!
you were sitting next to each other, your head leaning on his shoulder.
he had to admit it was nice having you as a girlfriend. he enjoyed just being in your presence. you didn’t mock him for his beliefs or anything for that matter.
and although he wasn’t a big fan of physical touch before, he doesn’t mind when you do decide to hug him or lean your head against him (like right now)
it was honestly kind of nice…
(oop, spoke too soon)
the hand that was playing with the hem of his shorts, was now drawing random doodles on his thighs.
you physically feel him stiffen up. turing your head up to him, you smiled innocently, “something wrong, shintaro?”
“n-no. nothings wrong,”
“hmm okay… if you say so,” you go back to doodling on his thigh with your fingers.
you decided to be a little annoying and started pinching his thighs softly (not enough to hurt him).
when he didn’t say anything, you took it as a chance to start scratching the skin of his thighs with your fingernails.
he shivered ever so slightly, making you grin.
“hey sto-“
“you saying something, shin?” you cut him off blinking at him.
oh god, you were gonna be the death of him
ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ
✧⋅ contrary to popular belief- he isn’t that much into pda
✧⋅ yes, he likes when you hold his hand or hook your arms together
✧⋅ and yes, he likes guiding you with his hand on your back
✧⋅ but, that’s pretty much it. maybe a peck here and there especially at the very beginning of your relationship
you and aomine were walking to a nearby convenience store with the whole team. they had decided to get some snacks, they deserved it after a whole day of practice.
you made a bee line to your favorite snack’s aisle. aomine following you like a puppy.
“i love these,” you tell daiki, your mouth already watering at the thought of eating them. “ugh, this is the best thing in the world.”
“damn, not me?” aomine jokes, a playful smile on his face.
“don’t worry daiki, you’re still the best snack,” you say smacking his ass.
did it make a sound? yes
did sakurai walk in just to see his teammates ass get slapped by his innocent looking girlfriend? also yes
did aomine chase sakurai around the store and threatened him to keep his mouth shut? also yes
was he blushing while threatening the poor dude? also yes
ʀʏōᴛᴀ ᴋɪꜱᴇ
✧⋅ where do i even begin
✧⋅ this man absolutely adoresssss his girlfriend (even her weirdness)
✧⋅ over time he has so gotten used to her presence and her antics
✧⋅ nothing she does surprises him anymore
✧⋅ unless it was something she’s never done before
“good morning, love,” he says as you slowly wake up.
you both had went to his place after school. and what better way to spend the rest of the afternoon than taking a nap in your loving boyfriend’s arm.
“mhm,” you mumbled closing your eyes again. feeling his chest rising beneath you was lowkey therapeutic.
“aw (name)cchi, are you still sleepy?” he smiled softly. you looked so fucking cute sleeping on him like that.
kise would agree, without hesitation, that having you in his arms like that was a way better feeling than winning any match or championship.
he accidentally dragged his fingernails against your waist, making you squirm slightly.
oops, maybe he found your ticklish spot.
he does it again, this time on purpose. you tell him to stop, while pretending his tickling(?) wasn’t working on you.
“ryota, stop,” you say, trying to appear annoyed. he took it as a motivation to actually tickle you now.
this man is an athlete. there’s no way you would be able to escape him. so you did what you could as a last resort of sorts.
you pinched his nipple.
did you actually do it? yes. and he screamed like a girl, covering his chest with his hand.
hey, at least it stopped the tickling.
you soon fell bad when you see his face. that looked like it hurt.
“aw ryo,” you say softly, “i’m sorry.” you put your hand on his chest.
kise knew something was up when he saw your face go from that slight apologetic look to something more… mischievous?
“hehe tiddie,” you say grabbing a handful of his chest (or as you called it, his tiddie)
just when this man thought you couldn’t get any weirder
smh
ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ
✧⋅ the most innocent baby in the world
✧⋅ and sometimes, you use that against him.
✧⋅ he never thought he would be with anyone much less a goddess like yourself
✧⋅ he can be very shy at times (don’t tell anybody please)
“(name)-chin are you tired?” he asks, throwing you a lazy glance. you were walking home from school, when murasakibara popped the question.
of course you were tired. it had been a hectic day at school and on top of that you had two (yes TWO) clubs back to back.
“no, i’m fine,” you lie. just like you had a tough day, you know atsushi did too. with 8 hours of school, then practice on top of that.
you were too lost in your own thoughts to notice the gentle giant crouch in front of you. his back facing you.
“come on, (name)-chin,” he said softly, “hop on.”
you paused for a second. then sighed softly and did as he told. you truly had the best boyfriend in the whole world.
“thanks, sushi,” you said, giving the side of his head a gentle peck.
"you can rest, (name)-chin. i'll get you to your house safely." with that you closed your eyes, drifting to a much needed sleep.
"(name)-chin, we're here. wake up," atsushi raised his shoulder to wake you up. you lift your head from his shoulder, blinking.
"already?" you whine, "my hands are so comfortable here" you say as you squeeze his tits.
atsushi realizes that your hands, that went around his shoulders for support just so happen to be resting conveniently against his chest.
"they're there on purpose?" he asks, a little surprised.
"yeah. what do you think, atsu?" you chuckle, kissing him on the cheek and jumping off of his back.
"i'll see you tomorrow," you wave, rushing into your house.
he just stood there for 10 seconds straight before turning around and walking to his house.
he hoped his hair covered the the tips of his, now, red ears.
You’d been fighting with the cap for a solid minute before sighing loud enough to draw your boyfriend's attention. Across the room, Midorima looked up from the newspaper with his signature expression of scrutiny. "Y/N,” he said, adjusting his glasses, “what are you doing?”
“Losing a battle to a fucking water bottle of all things.." you grumbled, holding up the stubborn bottle. “Can you open this? It’s killing me.” He blinked, trying not to roll his eyes. “You should’ve asked sooner. You’ll hurt your wrists if you keep applying incorrect pressure.”
“Ok my future doctor..”
He got up from the couch as he sighed and walked towards you. When he reached for the bottle, your fingers brushed his, and even though you practically knew every single touch of Midorima, the littlest never failed to make your heart skip. He hesitated, not because it was hard, but because you were looking up at him with that little pout that never failed to make his control falter.
With one smooth twist, the cap opened.
He handed it back without a word.
“Thank you my strong baby."
He pushed his glasses up, pretending he wasn’t flustered. “I simply applied proper technique. It has nothing to do with strength.” You smirked, taking a sip and leaning into him just enough that your shoulder brushed his arm. "Would you open all my bottles Shin?"
He paused and the faintest blush colored his cheeks. "Idiot… as your boyfriend, it’s my duty. And that will not change.”
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Daiki Aomine:
You’d been twisting the cap for quite a bit of time, to no avail. The bottle remained stubborn and you decided to go look for your boyfriend for his assistance on the opening of the bottle. Aomine was laid down on the couch, half asleep, one arm draped over his eyes, completely useless. “Dai,” you muttered.
“Can you help me for like… one second?”
He moved arm and looked towards you. “Mm? What’s up?”
“I can’t open this stupid thing.”
That got a chuckle out of him. “Lemme see.”
You handed it over, and of course, of course, he had it open in less than a second.
You blinked. “How the-”
He grinned, sitting up then leaning down to to rest his chin on his hand. “’Cause I’m built different.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re built annoying.” He chuckled, tossing the cap at you playfully. “You love me annoying, though.” He said as he grabbed your wrist tugging you down onto his lap. His grin widened when you squeaked in surprise. “Don’t act like you didn’t do that on purpose just to get me to touch you.”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?!”
“C’mon, babe,” he said, laughing low. “You're literally one of the strongest girls I know. You think I'd believe you couldn't open a little water bottle." You rolled your eyes. "I got my nails done..it's harder."
“Mhm..okay.” His hand slid up your waist, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Next time, I’ll just watch you struggle a little longer.” You gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He smirked, leaning in close until his lips brushed your ear. “Try me.”
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Ryouta Kise:
You’d been fighting with the bottle for way too long. And it was beginning to clearly get frustrating. Across the room, Kise looked up from his phone, tilting his head with curiosity. “Y/Nchii, what’re you doing?”
You huffed, glaring at the cap . “Trying to open this stupid bottle before I die of thirst.”
Kise gasped as he immediately stopped what he was doing. “HUH?! You should’ve said something sooner! My poor Y/Nchii struggling all alone?!” Before you could stop him, he was already jogging over, snatching the bottle from your hands.
He gripped it dramatically, flexing. “Behold! The strength of Kaijo’s ace!”
“Ryouta,” you deadpanned. “Just open it.”
“Shhh!” he said. “I’m setting the mood!”
You bit back a laugh as he twisted the cap. Of course it popped open instantly.
"Ta-da! All in a day’s work my princess!”
You rolled your eyes, reaching for it, but he pulled it out of reach with a smirk. “Ah ah payment first.”
“Payment?” He tapped his cheek. “Kiss. Right here. For your heroic bottle opener.”
You snorted. “You’re so stupid.”
“Stupidly cute!" he said, that model grin in full effect. You sighed in defeat, leaning forward to peck his cheek. Except, of course, he turned at the last second, catching your lips instead.
When he pulled away, he was grinning so wide it was almost unfair. “Oops. Guess my aim’s just too good.”
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Taiga Kagami:
You were lounging on the couch in your boyfriend's apartment, twisting a stubborn water bottle cap until your hand ached. But you weren't all that pissed about the circumstances in the slightest.
“Taiga,” you called, trying to sound pitiful.
He looked up from the kitchen, hair damp from a shower, tank top sucking him in perfectly. “What now?”
You bit back a grin. “Can you open this for me? It’s too hard.”
“You seriously can’t open a bottle?”
“I could,” you said, holding it out, “but I like watching your arms when you do it.”
He froze, mid reach. “You what?”
“You heard me.” You smiled, slow and teasing. “I love being a little damsel in distress with a hot, strong man around.”
For a full three seconds, he just stared at your face. Then he popped the cap off effortlessly and placed it onto the coffee table.
“Yeah, fuck this,” he muttered, voice rougher than before.
Before you could say anything, he was leaning down, one hand pressed against the back of the couch and the other around your waist. His kiss was desperate and frustrated. I mean, who can even blame the man. After a few moments, the man pulled away from you then grabbed his phone, sending a quick text. "Don't think I'm gonna make it early to practice today..."
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Tetsuya Kuroko
You stared at the vending machine. Your eye was caught particularly on the pink bottle of strawberry milk. And no matter how much you craved for the milk, you unfortunately couldn't buy the milk due to you leaving your wallet at home. You didn't realize your gazing on the milk was noticed till someone questioned.
“Do you want it?" a calm voice said beside you. You turned and nearly jumped. “Holy-Kuroko?! You scared me!”
He blinked, used to the reaction. “Sorry. You didn’t see me.”
“Didn’t hear you either,” you muttered, heart still racing.
He looked at the vending machine then back at you. “Do you still want it?”
You smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, thanks. I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”
He shook his head. “It’s fine.”
Once he finally finished getting the drink from the vending machine, he handed it to you with a small smile.
You took the bottle thanking him, but when you twisted the cap, it refused to budge. You tried again. Nothing.
“Oh, come on. Why are you fighting me today?”
Kuroko tilted his head. “Do you need help?”
“I’ve got it,” you said.
…You did not have it.
He silently took it from your hands. One gentle twist, and it opened with ease. He handed it back like it was nothing.
You stared at him. “You’re stronger than you look.”
“I play basketball,” he said simply. “And I drink these often. I suppose I’ve trained for it.”
You laughed. “You're ridiculous."
“I don’t mind being ridiculous if it makes you smile,” he replied, completely serious.
That threw you off so hard you nearly dropped the milk. “Wait-what?”
He blinked at you, perfectly calm. “It’s true. You seem tired. Smiling suits you more.”
You tried to focus on the drink, on anything except the flutter in your chest. “Do you always say things like that so casually?”
“Only when I mean them.”
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Atsushi Murasakibara:
You were a random girl who just could not manage to open the bottle of juice you had in your hands. So with a sigh you got up from the bleachers and approached the first person. With a bright grin and a bottle of juice clutched in your hands, walked straight up to Murasakibara. The guy was huge, a bottle shouldn't be hard to open at all.
“Hey,” you said cheerfully, stopping in front of him. “Can you open this for me?”
He blinked. Once. Twice. “Huh?”
“My drink,” you repeated, holding it out. “Cap’s stuck. You look like you could crush it with one hand, so…” honestly this was the first time a girl has ever approached him for anything, usually people would be terrified to approach him due to his size. “You’re not scared of me?” He questioned. You tilted your head, confused. “Why would I be scared? You’re just tall.”
He stared down at you, this tiny human who didn’t flinch or whisper like everyone else. Then, with a lazy sigh, he took the bottle. His fingers opened it with ease. The cap resembled like a mere penny in his gigantic hands. .“Here,” he said, handing it back.
“Thanks!” you said, taking a sip before smiling up at him. “You’re stronger than you look.” He frowned. “I look strong.”
You shrugged. “Yeah, but you also look like you’d rather nap than help anyone.”
A small laugh escaped him. “That’s true.”
“Do you want some?” you asked suddenly, holding the bottle out to him again.
He blinked. “Of your drink?”
“Yeah,” you said with a grin. “You earned it, giant.” He stared at you for a long moment before taking the bottle, lifting it to his lips, and sipping from the same spot you had.
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Seijuro Akashi
You twist the cap over and over again and it doesn’t budge. The plastic creaks under your grip making you annoyed. You try once more, this time biting your lip from the frustration, but it still refuses to open.
“You’ll only hurt your hands if you keep forcing it,” a voice says. You turn, startled, and there he is, Seijuro Akashi. One of the most well known boys to bless Rakuzan.
You blink. “Ah, it’s just a little stuck-"
He extends his hand slightly. “May I?”
Something about the way he asks. So polite, yet leaving no room for refusal. Makes you nod before you even think about it. His fingers brush yours as he takes the bottle, and within seconds, the cap loosens.
“Here,” he says, offering it back. His gaze lowers to your hand for a moment. “You were gripping it too tightly.”
You laugh nervously. “Explains a lot..
His lips curve into that faint smile. "Next time don't strain yourself, okay?"
You manage a small nod, your throat suddenly dry for entirely different reasons. “Thank you.” His eyes soften, a warmth flickering through. “If you ever need help,” he says, “you don’t have to struggle alone.”
Your heart skips. Maybe it’s the way he said it. But there was definitely something stirring in you. “Take care on your way home,” he adds before turning away, leaving you there, bottle open. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the moment you realize you’ve developed a new crush.
