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18•♈︎ fandoms i like rn: knb, free, opm

[lamnwar]

Hello!!! I have a knb request!!! Could I please request an aomine/taiga (separate or you can do just one I don't mind!) x reader where the boys have recently been dumped and is now with the reader who's trying not to feel like a rebound and second choice (maybe they're good friends with him and have been for a while and has just been pining away?) but it looks like he might get back with his ex? You can decide how it ends!!! Thank you!

Hiiii omg thanks for the request, love 💕 I chose to write on Kagami only since I've never written an OS on him, so I hope that's ok; it's also kinda a college au (not requested but hope it's not a problem)! Anyways, enjoy it :) xx

It just makes sense // Kagami Taiga x gn! Reader

Context: when you comfort your best friend after his break-up, you surely don't expect things to take such direction for you two...

Warnings: kinda hurt/comfort, best friends to lovers hihi (bc it's my fav trope 🤭), mention of alcohol but it's not important to the plot, very fluffy <3

“I’m not gonna tell you the cliché stuff like... it happened for a good reason, or you deserve better. Although you do, you know, things shouldn’t suck like that for you.”

Taiga hums softly, as you look at the stars. At this early hour of the morning, they’re more apparent, somewhat calming despite the context you’re in. Not long ago, you were woken up by your phone ringing, your best friend’s number appearing on screen. It isn’t a rare occurrence – you’re used to receiving calls at such hours when he’s had a glass too much. But this time, he called for another reason.

“Drunk at some bar again, Taiga?”

“Can I come to your place?

And here you are, both of you sitting on your little balcony in silence. It really sucks, this whole situation. Break-ups happen to everyone, yet they’re still one of the most heart wrenching things that can happen to someone. Even a bright guy like Kagami is no exception the rule. Though, you’d argue that it doesn’t make sense. He is, from all angles, the perfect man. But maybe you are biased, maybe his ex saw things in him that you ignore...

But no. It doesn’t make any sense to you.

From the day you’ve first met him, you’ve been convinced that he’s one these people – the ones that you can only love because despite their flaws, they encompass everything great about being human. Taiga is the guy you’ve met on orientation week, bonding over nothing and progressively becoming attached to the hip. Somewhere during your times together, between dumb college students’ shenanigans and growing as adults together, you’ve noticed your heart beating faster around him. You aren’t dupe, well aware of what that means. But back then, it only made sense for you to keep your feelings for yourself, hoping that they’d eventually fade away before it ruined your friendship.

But right now, you wonder if it was the right thing, not to confess to him. Best case scenario, it could have prevented the current events. He wouldn’t have met that person; he wouldn’t have his heart broken. You wouldn’t do that to him, never.

“You know, I kinda saw it happen” his deep voice resonates.

You turn to him, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah?”

“I think... I didn’t love them anymore, or enough. Not sure, but it was bound to happen.”

You can do nothing but nod, understandingly. There’s nothing to say to that, and you doubt that he wants your opinion on the matter. Anyways, you risk making things worse for the both of you if you talk too much.

After a while sitting in silence, you get up, stretching.

“Do you want some tea?”

Your best friend hums his response, and you go to boil some water, preparing two cups. Somehow, in the soft light of the moon, Taiga’s sadness takes on a new dimension. It is almost poetic, a tragic beauty that you cannot take your eyes off. But at the same time, you wish not to see that spectacle for too long; you’ve never witnessed him after a break-up, you have no idea how long it takes for him to grieve his past relationship. Some part of you wish it won’t take too long – you want to see him smile again soon; the other part believes he should take all the time he needs, albeit a whole year, if needed. In all cases, one thing will remain the same on your side of things…

“I’m here, y’know, for anything.”

“Anything?” he repeats, looking in your eyes for the first time since he’s come to your place.

A warmth invades your inside as you gaze into his sadden irises. You really don’t want him to be like that for too long.

“Yeah, anything.”

*

  Two months have passed since that night. And from a day to another, the Taiga you’re used to came back. It started with his smile, every time he’d greet you. Then his laugh came back – adorable, brightening up your surroundings while it resonated around. And finally, he’s become his usual laid-back self, the one that would spend endless hours of doing nothing and simply enjoying the little things with you. And all this time, your heart has kept beating faster. Faster, and faster, and faster. You’ve feared at some point that you had some health issues, only to realize that no matter how deep down you think you’ve buried your feelings for your best friend, they will always resurface every time he’s a little too close to you.

It doesn’t help that he’s spending more time with you since the break-up. You’re to blame for this, telling him that you were here for anything meant what it meant. For all the time he felt lonely, confused, or just exhausted by the event, he’s come to you. Naturally, you haven’t turned him down, not that you wanted to. Regardless of how you feel, he’s always going to be your favourite person. So it only makes sense, the coffee in the mornings, the commutes to university and work, going to his matches to cheer on him and celebrating in bars, which ultimately ends with the both of you sharing a bed for the night, because it’s way too late for either of you to go back home all alone.

It only makes sense, that he’s come to sleep by your side for other reasons too – because he’s wanted to cook diner for the two of you, and he’s ended up enjoying himself so much that the prospect of going back to his empty home made him want to stay longer with you.

“Diner at your place tonight? I’ve found a new recipe I wanna try.”

And once again, you can’t get yourself to say no.

“Sure, do have all you need?”

He shakes his head, hands digging in the pockets of his jacket.

“Gotta do some shopping first.”

“Let’s go then” you say, turning in the direction of the nearest grocery store.

He nods, following you. You can’t remember when this has become a habit for the two of you – somewhere between the first week post break-up and now, you’ve come to do casual things in his company, yet somehow enjoying yourself more in these little moments. There’s nothing special with watching him decide which cheese he rather choose for a specific dish, looking at him examine veggies under all angles before buying them, and you deciding what drink will best suit your diner. Yet, here you are, carrying the basket for the both of you, which has to be the most mundane thing ever, but you are, at this very moment, truly happy. As you stop at the drinks, searching what you’re looking for, a strange feeling invades you. Taiga stands beside you, and from the corner of the eye, you can see a smile draw itself on his lips.

“What you’re smiling about?” you ask.

The tall boy’s cheeks inflame, caught in action. He cleans his throat, hands in his pocket.

“Huh? Nothing.”

It’s your turn to smile. You’ve known him long enough to be able to tell when he is lying. Taiga isn’t very sly, which has its charm in some ways. At least you know that he is always honest with you.

“Come on, you can tell me” you taunt him, still looking at the drinks.

For a moment there, you believe that he won’t say a word but before you turn to him with the intention to get the truth out of him, he finally opens his mouth.

“I find it kinda cute, that little face you make when you choose the drinks.”

You turn to him, mouth agape.

“Huh?”

“Y’know…” he raises his shoulders, “you pout a bit, like… anyways.”

You keep staring at him, incapable of wording a response to what he just says. Inside you, every cell of your body combusts, feeling a rush of everything coursing through your veins. And you don’t really know what it is with this moment – this ordinary moment, that could have happened any other day – but what you’ve been bottling up for so long menaces to spill out. As you blush furiously, your hand goes to get a bottle of your chosen beverage, eyes incapable of maintaining any eye contact with Taiga.

“I like you, you know” you let out, voice shaking.

You don’t have to say more for him to understand what you’re communicating. You refuse to look at him, fearing his reaction. But if you do actually raise your eyes to his face, you’ll probably meet a sight that you’ve never seen before. There is something particular in Taiga’s eyes, something so strong yet so sweet. It’s indescribable, and neither of you are capable of understanding it. As the situation goes way beyond your comprehension, it only makes sense to him to act on instinct. You feel his hand join yours one the handle of the basket, not a single word being uttered between you as you both move to the cashier.

The next thing you know, you are back to your place, fingers intertwined in Taiga’s. The whole thing seems surreal, but feeling the heat of his palm, you know that you aren’t dreaming. It is weird, but at the same time, it isn’t quite absurd. When your hands finally separate, you look at your shaking fingers, incredulous. Taiga has found his natural place in your kitchen, while you stand there, still trying to calm your frenetic heartbeat. And when you finally calm down (as much as you possibly can, that is), you walk to him.

“Hey Taiga” you speak up, gathering all the courage that you have.

He looks at you, a faint blush on his cheeks. There is something incredibly innocent in his gaze, and you feel your heart melt at the sight. He really can’t deceive you, can he?

“I just want to know… uh, about-“

“You wanna know if I like you back, don’t you?” he cuts you off.

You nod, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. He smiles, drying his hands in your kitchen towel. You wonder how he looks so calm compared to you; yet, you know that he isn’t unphased by the situation either. He is more tender than usual, a bit of shyness in his behaviour that has you believe that he is certainly affected by your confession earlier at the grocery store.

“I think I like you” he finally lets out. “At least, it makes sense to me if I do.”

“Yeah?”

He chuckles softly, eyes evading yours. It isn’t often that you see him so vulnerable, but it feels good to know that he’s allowing himself to show himself under such light.

“I don’t want to make things complicated by overthinking it but… if you’re up for it, we can give it a try.”

You smile, though on the moment you can’t quite grasp the reality of things. After all this time of being secretly into him, he finally reciprocates your feelings. It sounds like it comes right out of your own dreams, something that isn’t meant to be true, but it is. By the time you register the information, the tall boy is only mere centimetres away from you, hands once again holding yours. You look up, heaven in your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

He laughs, before muttering a soft yes. And as your lips touch his, all these sleepless nights where you tried to kill your feelings, all the times you felt guilty for the way your heart would run in his presence, and all the times you avoided his eyes and left his smiles unanswered so you wouldn’t send the wrong message – all of it, gone, like millions of ashes in the open sky, in a kiss you’re been hoping for too long.

*

 Taiga and you being together is one of these things that just makes sense. Family and friends alike agree on that statement, very few of them being surprised by the officialization of your relationship. Though it still makes you blush from time to time, you’ve grown more casual about it. Some moments still seem unreal, regardless. Whether it be waking up next to him almost every morning, or catching him looking your way with affection, it all seems too good to be real. A part of you struggles because the way things happened went way over your head. As much as you don’t want to doubt something that you hold so close to your heart, moments of uncertainty strike every now and then, and you bottle it up; just like you’ve bottled up your feelings for your best friend for the longest time.

And recently, doubts get the best of you even more, since your boyfriend is now working together with his ex. You don’t want to be the insecure significant other, the one that cannot trust and deems themselves unworthy of the love their receiving. But you’ve been there all this time Taiga dated his ex. You’ve seen them, you’ve seen the sweet kisses and the shared laughs, the warm hugs, and intertwined fingers. And more importantly, you’ve seen the state in which Taiga was when he broke up. An image of sadness that you wish never to see again, but putting aside the way you felt about it, you realize that he wouldn’t never have been so devastated by something that was meaningless to him.

“Things are good between us now, you know, since we’re working together.”

He confesses out of habit, getting used to tell you about everything and anything. Unbeknownst to him, you wonder in the depth of your soul if he’s not considering going back to them.

“Of course, it’ll never be the same, but I guess we can be friends, right?”

His words frighten you. Despite what he’d said the night of the break-up, you know he loved them. Be it enough or not, love is still love. While you admit that the concept is debatable, to you, love never dies – it’s just one of those things that keeps changing but it never disappears.

“Hey, you’re listening?”

Taiga’s hand waves in front of your face and you blink a couple of time, escaping your thoughts.

“I am” you simply reply.

A silence sets as you feel him observing your face. Just like you’ve come to know him by heart, he has the same ability to read you. The tiniest, most insignificant things are noticed. He takes some time but eventually, some of your thoughts are read on your face. You can’t tell what has betrayed you, but he knows. You deviate from his gaze – a bad old habit of yours, born in a tentative to protect yourself.

“I’m with you, you know that?” He speaks.

“I do” you respond confused as to why he’s stating the obvious.

He shakes his head, pulling you closer to him. A surprised look on your face, you try to understand what is going on.

“No, I mean…” he stops, taking his breath. “God, I’m so bad at talking about these things! I’m trynna say, I may get along with my ex but regardless… they mean nothing to me. Not that I want them to mean something either. I’m just glad there’s no grudge held anymore.”

Arm wrapped around your shoulders, he raises his eyes to the sky, looking at the same stars that were there when he came to you heartbroken. He ignores if they remember him, if they remember the way he looked that night – on the verge of tears yet uncapable of crying; but right now, he hopes with all his heart that they’re aware of how much he’s happy now, and If he ever has to cry in front of them again, it’ll be out of love for you, and you only.

“I told you that I thought we broke up because I didn’t love them enough, do you remember?” he asks you.

“Yeah.”

He lightly laughs before turning to you.

“I thought about it a lot and I actually didn’t love them the way I should have. Truth be told, I loved someone else that way back then. And I still do love that person like that. That’s why it wasn’t meant to last.”

You look at him, still confused and growing tired of not understanding the point he’s trying to make.

“Taiga, please, go straight to the point” you plead.

“It’s you, dummy. I loved you back then, subconsciously, yeah, but I still did. And I love now. I’m meant to love you, whether you want it or not.”

Oh.

For a moment, you remain speechless. This was not what you expected, let alone imagined. For as much as you’ve loved him, you never envisioned a reality where he would feel so strongly about you. but…

Enough with the buts. Enough with the doubts. Enough, enough, enough.

“Taiga?”

“Yes?”

You cup his face in your hands, taking him by surprise. Round eyes look at you, as you smile, holding back tears.

“I really love you.”

He snickers, hands joining yours.

“Thank god you do.”

It just makes sense, that he loves you as much as you love him. It only makes sense, that all your doubts seem suddenly baseless. It just makes sense that all this time, you were meant to be.

[kentophobic]

"you're going out again," you say, and your roommate, kuroo, laughs a little.

"i am," he replies, reaching for his shoes. "that's allowed, right? you didn't write up that bedtime rule just yet?"

it's allowed and there's not really a bedtime rule, but for some reason, you kind of want him home. call it selfishness or jealousy or whatever, but, recently, there's been a little ball that forms in the pit of your stomach every time he walks out the door after 11 PM.

"no, no it's still in revision. i think i'll have it ready next week." you grin, a little halfheartedly you'll admit. "it'll be on the fridge when it's done."

and he laughs, "thank god. we need a little structure around here. if you haven't noticed you're an animal."

you could hit him, you think, just for a moment.

"ah of course, because i'm the one who has weird midnight escapades, right?"

"right," he says, tugging his lip between his teeth. "gotta do anything i can to keep you contained."

kuroo pulls his shoe onto his foot and, as he searches for his wallet, you find yourself inching your way towards the front door. you're not really sure what your big plan is here, but, for some reason, body blocking seems like a great start—at least for the moment, anyway.

"you gonna uh-" he sways one of his hands back and forth in a little shooing motion while the other stuffs his wallet into his back pocket.

you eye him, "okay, but what if i have a nightmare? like a terrible horrible one where everyone i love dies." you pause for dramatic effect, "you included."

"then you call me," he says, a little smile creeping up his lips. "y'know, like you always do?"

"but tetsurou i mean like, bad. like, really bad. like, plane crash, shipwreck, my-worst-nightmare kind of bad. what's a phone call gonna do then?"

"what's me being here gonna do then."

"oh, you know." you're pretty sure he doesn't, and you really don't either if we're being honest here. "human touch? a helping hand? a little oh my beloved roommate it is just so sorrowful to see you like this maybe?"

"is that what i sound like in your head?"

you laugh, "sometimes."

"right now?"

"maybe."

kuroo shakes his head a little, plucking his keys off the hook before he begins to nudge you away from the door.

"you're gonna be fine," he says. "promise."

(so much for a great plan)

"and if i'm not?" he tilts his head at you and you jut out your bottom lip, holding on to any chance of pleading with him you have.

"i don't know, you got life insurance?"

"oh fuck you," you say, and he laughs.

"i'm kidding. really though, what's gotten into you?"

that, you think, is a really good question. if this conversation happened a month ago, you'd be pushing him out the door—all six feet and five inches (he insisted you knew that the moment you moved in together) of him in one fell swoop. you'd be begging for kuroo to get out of this apartment—and you'd be reveling in the alone time you'd get after he was gone—but, lately, seeing him go makes your skin crawl a little.

and you know well enough that's not because of some stupid nightmares you've been having—it's because you hate to see him go. you like having him around and you like talking to him and you like the idea of him spending the night with you instead of whatever girl from his organic chem class hit on him this week.

(and that's not to say you're one to slut shame—you're just jealous. bitterly, terribly, jealous.)

but that, you think as you work it out in your little head, is entirely your own problem, and really no reason for you to drag him down with you.

"it's nothing, really." you back away from the door, squeezing between kuroo and the handle. "i should let you go."

"no wait," he turns, facing the path you were planning to use to escape, and you halt. "you're freaking me out—i'm worried about you."

"i said it's nothing, tetsurou. i was being stupid, just go." you wave your hand out in front of you, motioning for the door.

"i'm not gonna leave you here if there's something—"

"go."

"but i don't think it's—"

"go," you repeat, and he pauses.

you scrunch your brows at him, hoping maybe that'll get him off your case. at least that way you could go lie in your room and pretend you hate him or something.

"no," he says finally. "i'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's up."

"tetsurou-" you start.

and he says your name, a little quieter than you'd usually expect from him, "just tell me."

you would like to say you consider what you're going to say to him for a moment. that you come up with something really wonderful and articulate and well-thought-out enough to get you out of this situation; you don't.

"i like you, stupid. i really, really like you and watching you go makes me—upset, that's all."

he grins, big, wide, and toothy, "you like me?"

the reality of what you said sets in a little as you watch his teeth poke out from behind his lips, and part of you wishes you could take it back. he's never going to let you live this down and you know it.

"not if you keep looking at me like that."

"you like me," he replies—same phrase, different emphasis.

"i do," you say.

"that's adorable."

you eye him, "don't baby me, big guy."

"no, no it's not even like that i just—" he stares at you for a second before he leans forward, holding your jaw between his fingers.

his eyes run over your face, your nose, your lips, and you feel your skin melting in his hands. he waits there, pulling his lip between his teeth again."

"can i?" he says finally, a little spark lighting up in his eyes.

you nod (as enthusiastically as you can with your jaw held in place), and then he leans forward, crashing his lips into yours.

and listen, you'd spent a lot of time thinking about what kissing kuroo would be like—more so than you'd ever care to admit—but it's nothing like you'd imagined. there's no honey on his tongue or fire in his mouth, but it's him. in some indescribably, stupidly-appealing sort of way, it's him.

he moves like tetsurou and he tastes like tetsurou and he runs his tongue along your bottom lip in a way that nearly takes you off your feet before he pulls away.

"you okay?" he asks, huffing a little breath from his throat.

and i'm okay, is what you say before he smiles.

"good, 'cause i really wanna do that again."

[he-calls-me-kitten]

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[ichxraaa]

iwaizumi is so effortlessly dominant and it isn’t fair. it’s not fair the first time he yanks you back by firmly holding your hips with enough strength that you end up bouncing against his broad chest. “careful there, you almost tripped over that”.

it’s not fair how your hands can’t help but get sweaty as he stands in front of you, arms crossed tightly against his chest, tight biceps popping from the sleeves of his black polo and eyes looking down on you as you run your data with him.

it’s not fair that he stands so close behind you when you’re in line at the cafeteria, low voice grazing your ear as he comments on how he doesn’t want you taking away the veggies from your plate.

“nevermind, i’ll set you a plate, go sit over there”.

and it’s honestly pathetic how you don’t object, how you simply agree with him and walk towards the empty table he just pointed at. anyone else trying to pull that crap on you would’ve been long gone from your side.

it’s embarrassing how willing you are to let iwaizumi handle you like this, specially when you’re not even dating. nor has he even gave you the intention of even be attempting to flirt with you.

and you think it’s definitely not fair how one day he simply takes your hand and presses his palm against the dip of your waist, guiding you through all the dolled up people from this sponsor’s party.

“let’s go, i’m taking you out of here so i can finally get you out of this dress”.

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟaomine always insists he plays his best when you’re the one helping him warm up ♱ warnings : f!reader, exhibitionism, creampie, im so very in love, minor marking, not proof read, my first aomine thirst so < / 3

“dai—ah! you’re gonna be t-tired.” you breathe and your words are nothing more than a whispery, breathy, pouty sound when your eyes raise up to where aomine is looming over you.

real fuckin’ cute ‘ts annoying, he thinks. he’s already late as is, but he’ll make it in time for the third quarter — that’s all the time he needs anyway, and he’s sure the team would be able to hold their own until then.

“nah, im just getting warmed up, princess.” aomine groans, low and lulling as his large palms dig into the skin of your hips from where he’s got you pressed against one of the lockers in the locker room. it’s almost mean the way he’s bullying his thick cock into your pussy, feeling the way a smirk is curling at the corners of his lips when they graze along your skin.

“they’re s’posed to be—hnn, good though!” you try again, voice a mere hiccup and aomine feels something warm burst in his abdomen at the sight of you so wet and needy for him.

god—you’re fucking mindless and he’s just started.

but he’s so fucking big, all sharp edges and mean despite the soft spot for you he tried and failed to hide, you’re addicted and the way he pushes his chest against yours to kiss up your neck, to roll the delicate skin between his teeth with the intention of leaving a lasting mark, has you trying to meet every wet, heavy smack of his hips with desperate humps of your own.

“yeah? like they’ve even got a chance of beatin’ me, baby.” aomine’s jaw clenches, hissing through his teeth when he feels your cunt squeeze around his cock followed by the feeling of your thigh hooking higher around his hips, and you feel like you’re sucking him back in everytime he draws his hips back and meets that glassy look you send him.

every wet withdrawal of his hips is so fucking loud and each thrust of his cock feels like it reaches even deeper when he sinks into you, pulling back to send you a look that’s half lidded and so handsome before he’s admiring the shine of your slick on his tanned shaft under the locker room lights with a growl.

“cause who’s the only one who can beat me, huh?” aomine goads before he’s sinking back into you, and he knows that it’s mean for him to ask you questions when you can barely breathe with how deep his cock reaches.

but what’s worse is that you know he wants an answer when he deliberately begins a pace that’s a little faster, even rougher before he’s humming expectantly in your ear.

“i—it’s you, dai! only you, fuck..” your reply feels like it kicks your way from your throat, like it was fucked out of you as your body crumbles beneath every crumbling impact of aomine’s hips into yours, but your answer pulls a low, scratchy groan from your boyfriend as he begins to breathe heavy with you.

“that’s fuckin’ right, s-shit—and who owns this pussy, princess?”

his next question is hissed, almost slurred through his teeth as he buries his cock inside of your pussy, the bruising grip he’s holding on your hips probably the one thing keeping you in place under him when he presses into you, making you jolt beneath him.

you let your lips part to moan at how intense the pleasure coursing through your limbs feels; only managing to gasp out a “yours!” followed by another broken moan of his name when your orgasm suddenly washes over you. it’s so hard and so fucking good that it almost aches; making you tremble as you claw at his biceps, toes curling as your thigh tightens around his hips and forces aomine even deeper into you.

“oh yeah? this pussy’s all fuckin’ mine? don’t you forget it.”

you feel his pace stutter at the first milking compression of your walls as blissful shockwaves feel like they burst through you. his cock thickens inside of your soaked cunt before his groan is echoing somewhere deep in his chest, and he cums thick and heavy inside of you when he watches your cream pool around the base of his cock with every unforgiving push of his hips.

aomine’s groans are long and shameless as he pushes his thick load into your puffy pussy, pinning you completely to the cool metal locker pressed against your back — a contrast to the heat that curls down your skin when he presses kisses against the dip of your shoulder.

but his cock is still nestled deep inside of your twitching walls when he pulls away to smirk at you, a teasing sort of look despite the way his arm is still tightly hooked around your hips to support you.

“y’know, i still got energy to spare, princess. maybe it’ll make this game less lame if we go another round.

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[reelock]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄 // 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈

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SUMMARY

⤷ Taiga Kagami fresh out of his sophomore year of college, he was one of the first drafts picks for the 2021 NBA Draft. He was destined for greatest dominating other rookies on the court until he was injured during the summer league of 2022. He thought he wouldn't be able to play for his very first season until a miracle happened and that was the new Chicago Bulls athletic trainer.

WARNINGS,AU,PAIRINGS,TAGS

⤷ cursing, use of the n-word because y/n is black, suggestive themes, sensitive topics & mentions of drug abuse & alcohol abuse.

⤷ nba! au, one-sided enemies to lovers

⤷ taiga kagami x black!reader

CHAPTERS

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⤷ COMING SOON

EXTRAS

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author's note: I've always wanted to do a fic for knb and since my main blog is on shadowbanned i deiced to focus on my sports blog and get my followers up on here :)

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11th hour | kagami taiga.

KAGAMI TAIGA IS THAT DREAM GUY who created a podcast talking about the things he loves and managing life. sparking up the views and followers of many, he’s always been someone relaxed and humble. and, you? you’re the girl behind the scenes that fell in love.

categories. fluff, hot-headed!kagami, influencer!kagami x female!reader, podcast!au, college!au, friends to lovers!au, idiots to lovers!au, mutual pining [ 16+ READ ]

word count. 15.0k words.

contents. they’re both dumbasses, mutual pining, suggestive, light sexual interactions, tw: sexual assault/sexual coercion, groping, a bit of manhandling, kagami punches someone, profanity, mentions of alcohol consumption, etc.

dedication. to my sexci, scrumptious, scorching hawt babe @aominology. we’ve been friends for over a year now & i love you so much babe!

more. playlist | moodboard.

notes. i love love love podcast!aus sm !! idk what abt it makes me so happy, but ugh yuh !! hope you all love it as much as i do <3

WELCOME TO 11TH HOUR …

Hello and welcome to the 11th Hour. My name’s Kagami Taiga and I’m your host. 11th Hour is essentially a lifestyle podcast, where we talk about… life—college life, specifically. We talk about our hobbies, movies and shows, managing our education with our social life, sports, books, et cetera. This is an anything and everything podcast, where we struggle together to find our way, but ultimately make it through. 

For this episode, our topic is going to be Astrology. 

“Truth be told, I’m not really into astrology, but I’ve been wanting to really take a deep dive and get into it,” Kagami starts into the mic. “I think it’s all the Tik Tok videos that I’ve been consuming lately. Like, a bunch just randomly popped on my For You page and I’m taking it as a sign. A sign for what? I don’t know, but it’s a sign so…”

Opening up a few pages, he skims through them, absentmindedly speaking as he goes from line to line. “I don’t know what it was that randomly sparked up this interest for astrology. I’ve never really believed that the stars could dictate your life, but I listened to a few things on YouTube that talked about our current climates and it was shocking how accurate some of the content is, so I want to peek into it and learn the basics.

"All I can really tell you right now is that my sun sign is Leo,” he says. “I’ve seen people talking about their moon sign and rising sign, and I honestly have no idea what the fuck any of it means or what they are for me, so this is gonna be a learning journey for me… and hopefully for some of you listening in.”

Keep reading

[s0dium]

If its not rough it isn't fun

Bully!Sukuna x Reader

A/n: Its been five months, about 20 requests, 4 thousand followers later, all asking for more sukuna..... so here you guys are

Synopsis: In which Sukuna, the class TA, tricks you into thinking there is class today

Warnings: Dub-con, mating press, slight vouyerism, breeding kink, fingering, groping/fondling, Sukuna is very very mean, bullying, slut shaming

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You dont know why, but ever since the beginning of the year, the TA for your ancient japanese history class, Sukuna Ryomen, had it out for you.

It started off small. His eyes rolling whenever you made a comment, scoffs here and there. Until that turned into rude notes on your essay, leaving you out when some of the class went out for drinks and spreading nasty rumors that you were a whore, or even worse failing you when he graded papers.

You didnt know what you did, what exactly about you set Sukuna off. You raked through your memories of him, your first interaction to your most recent. There was nothing, nothing you did that could cause anyone to treat you this way.

So why? Why did Sukuna hate you so?

~

You never got the email.

You never got the email telling you that there was no class today. Maybe there was a malfunction on your end, some technical difficulties, or maybe your professor typed your email wrong. What ever it was, here you where, in an empty lecture room, only in a flimsy white tanktop, shorts, and a mess of hair due to rushing out of your bed after your alarm clock had already gone off.

"Shit..." You curse, walking to a seat to catch your breath from uselessly running all the way here.

"You kiss your mom with that mouth?"

You jolt up upon hearing the familiar condescending voice, only to be met with the face of a pink haired man wearing a shit eating grin. You immediately grimace as a deep red engulfs your face and bit your lip in annoyance.

"What are you doing here sukuna."

Your voice comes out more shaky then you intend it too, and he must've picked up on in because Sukuna's grin only widens.

"I think a better question is, what are you doing here y/n."

“Well I-“ 

Something was wrong. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably and eyed the closed door past Sukuna. You felt like prey being eyed by a predator, vulnerable, exposed. Maybe it was what you where wearing; the thin white cloth of your tank top that outlined your breasts or the blue pair of shorts that covered just above the crease of where your ass met your thigh.

“What? Forgot to check your email? Or maybe…”  He places both hands on the desk you where sitting behind, leaning in so your inches away from nose touching.

“Someone special forgot to put you on the email chain.”  

It takes you a minute to register what he’s saying because it’s then you realize just how truly handsome Sukuna is. And it’s not like you haven’t noticed before. You must be some sort of masochist or something because even through out the relentless torment you still find your self slipping a hand under your panties late at night, squirming to the thought of him over you. 

“Wait you-“ you stammer, face turning a deep red out of anger and pure embarrassment. “You absolute ASS!” You immediately stand up, grabbing your bag and walking away. But when you attempt to open the door to leave, it doesn’t budge. 

“What the hell….”  You mutter to yourself before turning back to Sukuna. “D-d-did you what-“ 

“Cat got your tongue?“ 

He’s walking to you now, backing you against the door. 

“Please don’t come closer” your voice comes out as a whimper, shakier then you expect. You mentally curse his long legs, because he’s right up in front in you in seconds. “P-please” you put your hands up to push him away but he catches both of your wrists making you gasp. 

“You know….” His voice his just above a whisper and due to how close he is you can see things you haven’t noticed before; like how his eyes where closer to black then brown, or his hair was more of a deep strawberry blonde then out right pink. “I can see your fucking nipples through your shirt” 

Your about to say something when he presses your lips against yours and for a couple seconds hour too stunned to do anything, you even try to move away but one of his hands grabs your jaw and keeps you still, deepening the kiss. You let out a whimper, following a moan when he wedges his thigh between your legs. You can’t help but grind on it when you start to reciprocate the kiss causing Sukuna to chuckle.

“Knew you wanted this, fucking slut” 

You want to say something, tell him that wrong and you never had any sexual experience really. But it’s all to much to even think, the scent of pine and all spice shampoo is already invading your senses and his lips are relentless against yours; spit smearing on either side of your mouth, lips clashing against each other hungrily. 

“Jump.” He commands, catching both of your thighs and letting you wrap them around his waist. Your too engrossed in the kiss to realize he is walking until your feel your self being put down on a wooden surface. 

“Is this-“  you pull away from Sukuna, eyes widening when you realize what your sitting. “Wait no we shouldn’t-“ You cut yourself off with a squeal when he slips  a hand under your shorts and rubs a finger up and down your slit of your closed crotch.

"What? Scared someones gonna walk in while we fuck on the professors desk?" Sukuna chuckles darkly.

You involuntarily buck up your hips to try and gain more friction, making Sukuna grin.

“Needy, arent you?”

You can only whine in response as he pulls off your shorts and hooks a finger under your pastel pink panties; pulling the material down to reveal your gushing cunt.

Your hands fly down to hide yourself but he swats them away, giving you a glare before sliding a finger up and down your wet slit; collecting the jucies before pushing the digit into your tight hole.A hand flew down to hold his arm but it was hardly to pull him away, no this was just you needing to feel any part of him under your fingers.Next he felt you clench and he almost grinned, knowing full well that, that squeeze around his cock was going to feel so amazingly good later on.

The first curl of his fingers knocks the wind out of you, as it hits the sweet spot inside of you that you could only dream to reach on your own.

“Hah~ I cant-” You whine and whimper, stomach clenching and legs trembling from the pleasure. You’re high strung, drool slipping from your mouth more and more onto the hard wooden deal as you cry out when the pressure in your gut builds and builds.

He rolls is eyes "So fucking whiney, you always like this when someone is about to fuck you?" He scoffs, making tears well up in your eyes.

"No I- I dont, this doesnt usually-" You stammer. You cant help but push your hips out, angling them so his digits reach deeper into that sweet spot that sent tendrils of electricity through your body.

Sukuna raises his eye brows, the manical grin on his face widening. "Shit when was the last time you had sex?" When you dont answer and as if you could'nt be more embarrsed enough Sukuna lets out a laugh.

Shivers rack your spine when he leans into your ear "Well thats just fucking fantastic isnt it." He whispers.

You don’t even notice that he had raised your tank top until he latches a mouth onto your hardened nipple and begins to suck. The added stimulation has you clenching around his digits and digging your nails into the fabric of his suit for some sort of stability.

“K-kuna I’m gonna-” your attempts to warn the pink haired man in front of you falls upon deaf ears as he continues his prodding and curling of his fingers in your cunny. Suddenly the tension inside your stomach snapped and you were tumbling faster toward and orgasm then you could put a stop to it. You open you mouth to scream but no words come out. Moaning and rolling your eyes back you almost melt then and there on the desk as you soak his fingers in sheets of sticky liquid. Boneless and limp you can only bob your head when you feel yourself being manhandled; bigs hands grabbing the underside of your plush thighs and pressing them to your chest.

You watch through the haze of your orgasm and Sukuna pulls off his shirt and lowers his grey sweat pants, licking his lips as he does so.

Shit

Is this a dream? This had to be a dream. He was like something straight out of a magazine. You already knew about the two tattoo lines that wrapped around his wrist but you had no idea there was more on his chest. There where similar on his upper arms, circles on both his shoulders with a dot in each and two-segmented curve lines on his chest that accentuated his sculpted body. You don’t even notice that he had pulled out his dick until you feel something pressing against your entrance, making you look down and eyes widening as you do so.

“M’wont fit there’s no way it won-” your babbling is cut off when Sukuna attaches his lips to yours and you practically melt. It’s messy, and hot, and your by no means as experienced as him and it’s obvious. Spit smears on other side of your lips as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, whines and sweet moans escaping your throat as he does so. The kiss makes you dizzy and you can’t even remember what you were so worried about, you can only think of one thing.

Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna

“Don’t worry sweet cheeks, it will, cause if it doesn’t fit,” he hums, his voice just above a whisper “we’ll make it.”

You’re about to open your mouth to say something but all of a sudden Sukuna pushes his dick into you until his hips are flushed against yours. It feels like your being split in too, and the way his tip smushes against your cervix makes you unable to find your breath. The unfamiliar feeling has you squirming and clenching around his cock; body desperately trying to push out the foreign intrusion.  

“Shit you gotta loosen up doll, cant fuck you like this.” There were veins popping on his temple as he started to rub tight circles on your clit. Bolts of pleasure shoot up your body, and you desperately try to relax your body.

“Atta girl” He coos, withdrawing his hips before slamming into your.

The first thrust completely knocks the wind out of you. The collision with your gspot has you arching your back of the desk; eyes screwed shut and letting out a loud moan. Every vein on his cock dragged against your velvety walls, catching on your entrance as he pulled back before thrusting back in. his thrusts were deep, the tip of his cock reaching spots you could only dream of hitting with your fingers. Your skin is buzzing, and your entire lower half is shaking from the pleasure. His pace is brutal, unforgiving, and he grabs the headboard above you with one arm to help his brutal and unforgiving pace into you.

“Mm’so good- don’t stop, please don’t stop!” your babbling strung out of your lips without much of a thought other than how good he was fucking you, his thick cock driving in and out of your velvet walls. It was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots. The desk creaked and groaned with every thrust and if anybody walked by and heard the sounds they would immediately know what was going on.

“Not gonna stop,” his grunted through barred teeth, canines brushing at the delicate skin of your neck, “not gonna stop fucki-” He cuts himself off with a loud groan of his own before grabbing your ass and bring you upwards. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as you sit fully seated on his cock, strong arms lifting you up and down his dick; picking you up them slamming you back down.

“M’love you! Love you so much!” The pleasure was muddling your brain, making you boarderline incoherent.

“Oh?” Sukuna chuckles, delivering a particularly harsh thrust into your gushing cunt which makes you jump, “Knew you’d come around, want me to breed you dont ya’? Stuff you with cum till its spills out?”

You dumbly nod, drool slipping out the side of your mouth as you do your best to raise your self and drop your self back onto his dick,

Your ankles lock around his lower back and you cry out when the head of his cock kisses your womb, your legs shaking as you feel your self start to be thrown into an intense orgasm. You want to say something about the weird feeling in your stomach, how your skin is buzzing but its all to much and before you know it your tumbling toward the edge. It feels like your whole body was shot with electricity and color dance in your eyes as you float in ecstasy.

"Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~" He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny. You babbled and puled as it built and built and built, like there was a dam of his seed spurting into you. You unintentionally, probably instinctually, squeezed around him, drawing more out and he whined and murmured his praise. "Good girl, get as much as you can." You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

[kodaiki]

PLSSS WE NEED JEALOUS SNEAKY LINK AOMINE. 😩

a/n: ty for this thirst anon it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while but I finally wrote it !!! if y’all wanna give me more vague prompts like this IM SO DOWN <3333 this is unedited oops. minors do not interact !!

wc: 4.4k

cw: car sex, riding, creampie, protected sex (reader is on birth control, slight mention of alcohol, afab!reader

“you go out first- wait, fix your tie,” you stammer, reaching for the taller man’s collared shirt, adjusting it in addition to fixing the dark tie hung around it, pulled lose from your doing probably.

fwb!aomine only stares down at you with an easy expression, eyes glinting in satisfaction by the deep flush of your cheeks and slight disheveled appearance. he didn’t even go far, only making out with you and some light grinding in the back corner of the bar where no one could see. yet still, you’re flustered expression makes it look like you went far beyond that.

“thank you,” he murmurs hoarsely, tipping his head downward to send a chill down your back. “you know it’s coming off later anyway right?” he says coolly, bringing a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you squeak at the insinuation of his words, quickly glaring at him afterward.

“aomine-!”

“daiki,” he corrects lowly, retracting his hand.

“-don’t just say stuff like that!”

the dark haired man only laughs at you, not in the condescending way like he usually did, but more lighthearted, more amused if anything.

“sorry, sorry,” he apologizes but the grin on his face contradicts his message entirely. “i’ll be going then.” he pats your cheek gently, leaning down once more to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

aomine leaves you alone in the corner to collect yourself, both physically and mentally. the burn in your stomach makes you frown, both in frustration and discomfort, just by the doing of the raven haired man alone. 

you spend the next few minutes tugging at your dress, a pretty floral dress, as to how it was earlier in the evening during dinner, and patting down your hair, in hopes it wasn’t too much of a mess. the flush of your cheeks still burns at the entire recent event making you wonder how aomine could always appear so calm and casual.

you and daiki aomine are not a couple. definitely not.

but you sure as hell ain’t just friends either.

from what you recall, your... relationship began around six months prior at a reunion with your friends from college; it'd been only a year since you all graduated.

you'd all gone separate ways through your respective careers and though you did manage to see your friends on different occasions or when you were free, it was never the whole lot of you as it is right now.

so, those six months ago, the reunion, having taken place at a bar, set the perfect stage for the two off you. you and aomine had been the last ones of the friend group to leave the bar, having settled on two bar stools, updating the other about what had gone on in your lives. one thing led to another, alcohol and the bar's romantic aura playing a significant role, and you ended up going home with him. from that moment forward, it became an unspoken thing, a physical relationship for either of your needs.

once you’re seated, you send a pressed grin to the rest of the table, hopeful that no one saw through your lie about using the restroom.

briefly, you glance over at aomine who’s already immersed in a conversation with kagami, hand wrapped around the beer he most likely ordered as a ploy for why he was gone for so long. he's pulled up his sleeves, cuffing them, showing off a peek of the tattood sleeve he has on his left arm. as if feeling your stare, he averts his gaze for a split second, looking at you, offering you a raised brow.

you scrunch your nose at the way you can read his mind.

already wanting more, the mischievous glint in his eye says all. he eyes the front door of the restaurant, as if saying let's get out of here, followed by a cheeky smile behind the beer bottle he's about to take a swig of.

you scoff quietly at that, shaking your head at his brazenness.

"what about you, y/n?"

"hm, what?" you're brought out of your staring contest with aomine by the light chime beside you. you turn to face kise who's smiling rather mischievously at you. "sorry what was the question?"

"have you been out on dates throughout the year? midorimacchi says he's too busy and kurokocchi is gatekeeping his relationship with momoi," he says with a pout, tilting his head down at you.

"oh! uh, nope, no dates," you reveal with a nervous laugh. it isn't exactly a lie. all those times aomine's come over your place and you to his, you don't really consider dates and you're sure he doesn't either. confirming your thoughts, when you glance over at the man, he simply twitches an eyebrow upward in a playful manner.

"wha- really?" kise comments incredulously. "i sincerely doubt that."

"why?" you can't help but ask with a confused expression, furrowing your brows at him. it seems the rest of the table has settled into teir own conversation with the person or persons beside him, leaving you and kise to chat.

"well, i mean, you're pretty! i'd think people would've asked you out during the year," he admits a bit bashfully, rubbing a hand behind his neck. you think nothing of it, simply waving him off as being nice.

"you're too sweet," you sighing, flicking your hand downward. "besides, i've been too busy with work anyway so dates aren't really on my priority list."

"awh, c'mon really?" kise croons out, jutting out his lower lips. "what if i asked you out?"

"hm?" your brows furrow, full attention straying from the near empty plat of food in front of you to the blonde sitting beside you.

"would you go if i asked you out?" his tone is cheeky, warm, something you understand as a joke or a bit for you to play along with.

"very cheeky," you scoff out with an amused eye roll.

you don't catch the minuscule falter in kise's expression at your lack of awareness, but he quickly recovers when akashi across the table bids his attention, brining him into another conversation.

it isn't until the mini conversation is over that you feel burning into your temple, causing you to look up, only to meet the hard stare aomine's sending your way. your brows knit together in slight confusion, wondering how his expression could change so quickly from calm and lighthearted to seemingly pissed off.

you mouth out a 'you okay?' as to not draw attention to the whole table. you stomach only sinks when he's responds with nothing but a scoff into the bottle, turning his attention away from you and back to kagami in front of him.

the rest of dinner goes rather smoothly, minus aomine's deep frown, with only chatter about the nostalgia of your memories from college, high school and beyond.

"is he alright?" kagami murmurs to you as he helps you with your coat as you all gather to leave. "he seemed a little off toward the end of the night."

you give the taller man a pressed, yet clueless, smile. "no idea. i'll try to ask him about it." you glance over at him whose chin is dropped close to his chest as he stares rather pointedly at you, awaiting you near the front door. "and now he's getting impatient. i'll see you soon!"

you quickly bid your friends goodbye, hastily following aomine back to his car, since he'd dropped you off to the dinner in the first place.

the car ride home is excruciatingly quiet, only the radio and rumble of the car's gas filling your ears as aomine stares straight ahead at the road, tightly gripping the steering wheel.

"daiki-" you attempt to break the silence, but your voice falls in your throat. you shiver in your seat, bringing your thin jacket closer to you in hopes for more warmth. you can't tell if it's the car's cool temperature or aomine's cold aura that's freezing you.

at your movement, aomine slightly relaxes, nonchalantly bringing a hand to his car's controls and turning down the air condition.

"i'm sure kise was only being friendly," you quickly blurt, seizing the opportunity to speak when this is the first time he's so much as twitched since the two of you entered the car. that must be what it's about, right? "you know he's naturally like that."

like that, you say since you're too worried at striking a nerve for even so much as calling him flirty.

you can't tell if the man beside you likes or dislikes your answer anyway but his clenched jaw makes you think it's the latter.

you don't even know why he's so agitated by it; an old friend casually flirted with you, so what? it was in kise's character to be the friendly type and aomine's known him longer than you have; wouldn't he be more accustomed to that?

the man beside you only hums out in response, no acknowledgment in the form of a turn of his head or mere eye contact through side-eyes.

sure, you were close to aomine in more ways than one, but never did you think something as minor as a slight flirt from kise could get on his nerves. he's always been at least a little protective of you since you'd first met in college, steering you away from sleazes and guys he knew were no good. but as far as your concerned, kise's not one of those guys so why on earth is he so upset?

was it something you said?

maybe it had nothing to do with the fact that it was kise flirting with you but the fact that you accepted it? brushing and laughing it off giving him a hunch you liked the guy? that was far from the case but you could see the misunderstanding.

you grasp at another opportunity to speak to him when he parks in front of your apartment building, putting the car in park with the adjustment of his gearshift. quickly covering his hand with yours before he could pull away, you try again. "daiki," you start seriously, worry lacing your tone. "what is it?"

for the first time since you've left the restaurant, he turns to face you and looks at you. his stern expression, knitted brows and deep glare softens when he sees your wide, curious eyes and small frown.

god, he hates the way he's feeling. aomine never feels like this. never angry about some guy, much less some guy interacting with you.

"kise has a crush on you."

aomine's words come out stern and matter-of-fact, throwing you off guard. it's the first thing he's said for a while so that? that wasn't what you were expecting.

"he ... huh?" you attempt to blink away your confusion, batting your lashes at the man beside you quizzically.

it didn't help every face you made made you so damn cute either, aomine thinks as he pushes his tongue into the side of his cheek to keep from so much as smiling at your expression.

"kise," he tries again, raising a brow, "got the hots for you. 'heard him talking about it with tetsu."

your nose scrunches at his choice of words, internally scoffing at hots for you, but you choose to verbally disregard it.

"oh," you murmur, averting your eyes from his. "that's ... funny." you can't help but chuckle awkwardly, detesting the awkwardness settled in the air of aomine's car. the car's been in park for a while now, lights overhead since dimmed and the only light providing you a decent look at the man's facial expressions are from the ones lined up on the streets outside.

"funny?" aomine repeats, turning to you. "how so?"

swallowing the lump in your throat, you mumble out, "i just, don't like him like that. 'can't really."

"you can't..." aomine drawls off with a deadpanned tone, eyes squinting slightly as he tries to analyze your words.

"i can't when there's someone else..." you trail off, hiding the deep flush of your face by turning your whole body toward the passenger's side door, in hopes of escaping the car and bidding aomine a good night.

"hey." he gently grabs your forearm before you could push open the door. "look at me." you glance at yourself in the reflection of his tinted window, lips twisting into an embarrassed pout.

you crane your neck around to face him once more, only to raise a brow, feigning nonchalance. "thanks for the ride dai-"

"y/n." his tone makes you shut up immediately and your throat runs dry. "wanna elaborate on that?" he asks knowingly. it's a request you know, but his intonation clearly says that he'll receive your answer regardless.

"not really," you whisper out a little breathlessly. shit, is the car getting warmer or is it truly just the flush of your cheeks?

he simply raises a brow at you as you slouch in his leathered seats, somewhat defeated by his gaze on you.

"i think you should," he chuckles out dryly, bringing his other hand up to brush a strand of hair that fell in front of your face and tucks it behind your ear. instinctively, your head moves forward, further into the palm of his hand to which he gently rubs a thumb along the pad of your cheek.

"i think i shouldn't," you murmur out. your eyes don't stray from his while you lightly nibble at your lower lip. the air suddenly feels thick and you nearly shift in your shift to pull away from aomine's deep stare. for whatever reason, the hazy air has you drawing forward where you both meet just above the gearshift, making his hand slip up your jaw to the side of your neck.

"why not?" he murmurs out, his face so close to yours, his breath fans over your lips.

how do you not sound like a total dork in this intimate, smooth context saying, i think it's funny because it's not kise i like, it's you, my strictly platonic friends with benefits?

well, if you can't say it, might as well show it, right?

so, you inhale deeply before seizing your lips with his. you bring your hands around the dark necktie he's wearing, crinkling it between your fist and tugging him closer to you, deepening the kiss.

aomine immediately reciprocates, bringing your face between both of his large hands, tilting your head slightly. you can't tell if he's reciprocating because he understands your message or he's just so accustomed to kissing you like this; either way, you're not complaining.

it seems to get sloppier as more time passes, evident by your restlessness. you hum into his mouth, hands going up to grip at the short hands behind his ears, tugging slightly.

in one swift movement, he jerks his seat back, as far back as possible to allow more room, and greedily guides you over the console to plop you on his lap. your lips never separate, only to release a breathy chuckle at the squeak you make when your knee clumsily hits the top of the gearshift on your way over.

you settle your lower back against the bottom of the steering wheel, careful not to trigger the car horn, separating your face from his in order to reach for the buttons along the front of his shirt, having pulled off his tie already. aomine chases your lips anyway, leaning forward to press open-mouthed kisses along the side of your mouth, trailing down your jaw and neck.

"y'so pretty," he says, though it's muffled from his contact on your skin. "my pretty."

his hands grasp at your waist, pulling you flush against him now that you're finished unbuttoning his shirt, pressing you down firmer against his dress pants, unmistakably on the bulge that's his boner.

"shouldn't we go inside?" you mumble, quickly looking side to side, out the windows of his car in case of any onlookers.

"need you now." is all he answers, no inclination to let go of you anytime soon. "besides, tinted windows." he says, lightly knocking against the glass, easing your concerns. it's also rather late, so the chances of someone catching you - however that could happen - are relatively low.

he peels the flimsy lace straps straps of your dress, a short floral one aomine decides he likes, down your arms, no bother letting you pull out your arms. he pulls down the front of your dress, eliciting a gasp from you at his eagerness, freeing your breasts. whatever warm air you were mentally complaining about earlier must've been in your head because your nipples pebble nearly immediately.

he returns to your lips, hands drifting upward to cup and grab at your breasts, smiling against the kiss when you croon and sigh into his mouth.

your fingers tangle through his dark locks as he begins dipping his head lower and lower down your chest before reaching the valley between your breasts. he's particularly gentle with this area, placing chaste kisses along the domes, but he's merciless with your nipples. his fingers roll around one while his mouth latches the other, tongue swirling around the bud and teeth pulling at it, making you throw your neck back as breathy moans escape you.

you press down firmer against him as he gives the other nipple the same love, rolling your hips against his front, begging for any sort of friction between your clothed core and his.

receiving your message loud and clear, he detaches himself, forming a line of spit connecting your bud and his lips.

"daiki," you breathe out desperately. "i want you."

"yeah?" he asks, shuffling out of his dress shirt, now slightly sheer with sweat, allowing you a full view of his torso and upper body. your eyes ogle his arms, tan and toned, muscles of his biceps bulging as he holds you. your eyes drift to the tatted sleeve across his entire left arm, memories of all the times you've grasped and scratched ta it while he was under and over you in similar situations – well, maybe not so similar since this was the first time you've fucked in his car.

normally aomine would tease you, continuing to ask how bad you want him, but seeing you like this: glassy-eyed look, splayed out just for him in the dim lights of the streetlights outside his car; only he gets to see you like this.

and fuck, he loves that.

"'want you, too," he settles on, pressing his lips to yours once more, lifting you by the ass to hike up your dress up your hips where is bunches at your waist, meeting with the top of your dress. meanwhile, you busy yourself, blindly feeling around his crotch area for the button and zipper of his dress pants until finding them.

no wonder car sex is usually done in the back seat, you can't help but think as you watch aomine shove down his pants enough to allow enough room for his cock to spring free. there's hardly any room up here.

"y/n, you can't-"

"s'okay," you slur, leveling yourself over his standing cock, only pushing your panties, a pretty pink lacy pair you'd much rather save than risk getting ripped off, to the side, readying to lower yourself. "'need your dick."

"you're not prepped." aomine grunts when his head brushes over your entrance. "it'll hurt." he can't help but let worry seep into his tone, another indication that what he feels for you is beyond more than a fuck buddy relationship.

"it's okay," you repeat anyway, mind too foggy to back down. "just go slow."

aomine can't argue with that, not when you sound so firm and stubborn while literally hovering just over him. grasping at your hips, he aids you in sinking down on his dick, making him seethe at the tight fit.

your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, tucking your head into his neck, damp with sweat but your don't mind.

"i got you," aomine coos, rubbing your back soothingly. "just let me know when to move."

it's when he's caring like this, a stark contrast than how he shows off to other people, that gets your stomach doing somersaults and heart rate going erratic.

you don't know how long you're sat like that, eyes shut as you grow accustomed to the stretch of his dick, it could be seconds, minutes. after a small while, you lift your head from his shoulder. "okay, i'm good, you can start moving."

he simply nods down at you, eyes darkened, yet still showing that same fondness he usually has when you're this close and intimate, gently wiping some sweat on your forehead with the side of his hand before bringing it back to your hips. slowly, while gripping at your hips firmly, he lifts you up before dropping you back down, in addition to thrusting himself up into you.

soon enough, the only sounds heard in the car are the slapping of wet skin and the moans and guttural groans coming from the two of you. fog sticks to the glass of the car windows, darkening the lighting inside the car even further.

you use his shoulders as leverage while you bounce above him, meanwhile his teeth clash and glade along your throat, most likely littering love marks. his hands have slid down to your ass, squeezing and kneading at the fat of it as he guides you up and down his shaft.

"so good," you chant out, so often, it may be the only words you can say.

"made f'me," aomine grunts, speeding up his pace when he feels the knot in his stomach begin to tighten. "all for me."

"for... you," you affirm, mind foggier with lust than before. "only for you. all for you." you're babbling at this point, words you can't filter but not necessarily untrue.

"i'm close," he warns, making you nod profusely as if iterating you are, too. "you gonna cum? want you to cum 'round my cock."

"mhm, mhm!" you hum, losing yourself in his relentless pace.

it's a prior conversation that made aomine known to the fact that your on the pill, something you'd drilled into him the first night you slept together when he'd asked where he should release.

"you're so pretty like this, f'me. mine," he blurts, watching the area where your pussy meets his dick, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust.

"yours!"

"love this pussy." after some sloppy thrusts upwards, no doubt from him chasing his high, he lets out a deep groan, cock twitching inside you as warm ropes of cum paint your walls. "i love you."

aomine doesn't stop, however, with a new mission to let you finish. he continues to thrust into you, riding through his orgasm as he aids you in chasing yours. he bounces you up and down more firmly than before, focusing on pressure instead of speed. tears stream down your cheeks, mascara probably running under your eyes.

"c'mon baby, cum for me," he urges.

that seems to do the job because with one final jerk of his hips upward, you freeze above him, shaking as your orgasm takes over. your limp on his lip, muscles aching as a clearish-white ring of cum settles around the base of aomine's dick.

he carefully lifts you off his softened dick, plopping you on his thighs and continues to hold you close in his arms, warm hands gently rubbing at the flesh of your ass and hips where his probably brutal grip was. "you okay?"

you nod against him, bringing a hand up to trace absentmindedly along his chest. it isn't until you're clearer in the head that you've registered his words, shyly averting your gaze from his.

did he mean that? or was it an in the moment thing?

"dai," you murmur quietly.

"yeah?" he asks hoarsely, tilting his head down in attempt to meet your gaze.

"you um, said something before," you trail off, hoping you wouldn't have to outright repeat it in case it causes awkwardness within the small space of his car.

aomine knows exactly what you're talking about. although what he said was amidst being balls deep in you with nothing but you and his high on his mind, he was completely honest in saying them.

he could either run away from it, claiming it as a slip of the tongue accident that he didn't really mean in hopes of preserving your strict fuck buddy relationship, or he could risk it all; risk that you don't feel the same yet still come clean about his own feelings.

when it came to you, aomine has the urge to be nothing but truthful.

"i meant it," he answers seriously. "i know what we have is strictly physical but if i'm being honest i think i've loved you since college but i was too dumb or stubborn to admit it to myself."

you release a breath you don't realize you've been holding, finally gaining the courage to look up and face him.

he looks away from you this time, choosing to glance at the fogged up windows. "it's alright if you don't feel the same, just thought i'd-"

you don't let him continue beyond that, quickly pecking his lips to cut him off. when he averts his gaze back to you, your lips curl up into a small smile. "i love you, too."

he smiles at that, a genuine, happy one albeit tired from the prior engagement, and leans his forehead against yours. it's a moment before he mutters, "it's getting pretty sticky, right? we should head inside."

"yeah," you quickly agree, hastily fixing your dress to look the least bit presentable for anyone who may be in your apartment's lobby.

the two of you step out of the car, sighing in the much cooler night air contrasting aomine's car's warm, sex-ridden air. "and dai?" you ask as he shuts his car door.

"hm?"

"if you were just jealous of kise, y'coulda just said so." a knowing grin curls up your lips as you face aomine. he only deadpans at you for a mere moment before pressing a kiss to your temple with a low chuckle, hinting that whatever happened at dinner no longer concerns him.

ʚĭɞ reblogs and interaction always appreciated! ʚĭɞ

[killuasembarrassed]

Eating Something Bad Feat. JJK Men

Featuring: Megumi, Yuji, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Toji

A/N: I am in the mood to post embarrassing hcs, so expect a few more of these type of hcs in the future. Requests are closed!!

Megumi:

megumi freaks out at the thought of making things official with you. he was supposed to ask you today at the end of your painting date at his place

his stomach hurts so bad for what? he didn’t eat anything out of the ordinary and his body is betraying him 😐

“i’ll be back,” he says, praying it will be over in no more than 5 minutes

it’s so uncomfortable that he’s sweating and he takes off his clothes 💀

after 20+ minutes of him being in the bathroom, he finally returns to you

“megumi…your shirt is inside out.”

he’s so embarrassed that he can’t ask you today. 

anxiety: 1 megumi: 0 

Yuji:

you picked up takeout and enjoyed it at your apartment. the place seemed promising and had good reviews so you decided to try it out. 

neither of you complain about the food because you don’t want to be difficult. it didn’t taste bad per se, but something was definitely off 

“keep enjoying the movie, i’m going to go to the bathroom really quick,” yuji stood up, awkwardly shuffling to your bathroom.

you didn’t mind that he was in there for over ten minutes until it hit you. 

“are you almost done, yuji?” 

“um…yeah! sorry.”

“no worries, my stomach just hurts…so yeah!”

he feels bad. “oh, you too? i’ll try and hurry up.”

he doesn’t want you to enter after that, but you don’t even care because you’re so worried about keeping it in

the second he’s out, he needs to go back in. “let me know when you’re done, y/n.” he awkwardly laughs, but not too hard, because then he’ll need a change of clothes. 

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[heartpawz]

“ she said she was struggling with her anatomy homework, so i offered to help! ”

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ medical student!suguru geto x f!reader / nsfw — mdni / pillow humping / oral (m -> f) + fingering + snowballing / praise + petnames / raw sex / slight breeding + creampie / dacryphilia / dedicated 2 ma resident sugu luvrs @atsumeii @getosbunny @shadowsorceress / 1.6k wc ♱ masterlist.

med student!suguru, who you'd met in ANAT 2LL3— your human anatomy course— and garnered feelings for almost instantly. with his long black hair often kept up in a bun, pretty eyes that turned crescent-mooned whenever he flashed you that infectious smile of his, and a deep laugh that had your heart beating in your abdomen, it was hard not to. as shameful as it made you feel— it was especially hard not to grind your bare cunny down against your pillow at the thought of his soft pink lips on your clit and his silver-clad fingers knuckles deep inside your walls, the baritone rumbling of his voice playing in your mind on loop distracting you from your studies and keeping you up far too late at night.

med student!suguru, who took quite a liking to you too— to the shy smiles you’d send him whenever he caught your gaze, to the slight peek of your tongue pushing past your lips as you'd furiously scribble down notes in lecture, to the coquettish lilt in your voice whenever you’d greet him by that cute nickname you gave him—but it’s the way you meekly tug on his shirt and bat your lashes at him that sends his brain into overdrive. he knows you’re just trying to get his attention, but the act of your fingers grappling at his sleeve and whining out that you need his help evokes some carnal desire in him that makes him want to break you; to break you and then baby you, kissing the tears off your cheeks as he tells you just how good you’re being for him.

med student!suguru, who, after hearing you tell him how worried you are for the final exam, offers to study with you— his warm palm a reassuring grip on your thigh and voice honeyed when he asks, “why don’t you let me take some stress off of you?”

med student!suguru, who invites you to his dormitory to study, and it’s when he pats down the empty space on his bed next to him that you realize you may not get much studying done tonight. everything goes smooth sailing at first— he’s coaxing cute giggles from you when he draws skeletons over your hand and up your arm to help you memorize the name of each bone, ligament, tendon, and muscle— but his marker is quick to get replaced by the tips of his fingers when he gets to your neck, the cold tips of his digits sending chills down your spine as they leave lingering touches across your collarbone and down your sternum.

med student!suguru, who keeps his mauve irises locked onto the way your lashes flutter and your lips part as he calmly palms your breast, the pad of his thumb innocently skimming over a pebbled nipple through your thin shirt. his ministrations have you keening into his touch, soft whines escaping your throat as your thighs squeeze shut and a fire begins to burn in the pit of your stomach. a single, hushed "please" falls from your lips onto his ears, and it's all he needs to hear before his mouth latches onto your neck, kisses and licks followed by mutters of the names of each artery and vein that lie under the supple skin there heating up your insides.

med student!suguru, who skips eight chapters worth of testable content when he jumps from structural to female reproductive anatomy. his fingers make hasty work to pull off his hoodie as his lips travel south, leaving dark bruises along his trail until he reaches the waistband of your skirt and his torso is bracketed in between your legs. his eyes scan over your face, and god, you look so pretty from this angle— with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and restless fingers bunching up the cotton fabric by your side, cunny clenching around nothing in a search for something to alleviate the tension building up in your core. and before you know it, suguru's getting on his elbows and placing the backs of your knees atop his shoulders, balmy palms running the far-too short skirt you were wearing up your thighs to bunch up at your waist.

med student!suguru, who can smell the arousal emanating off of you when he’s greeted by your now soaked, panty-clad cunny in front of his face. his lips are puckered up against the swell of your clit over the damp fabric, the edges curving into a smirk when desperate mewls and choked breaths fall onto his ears. he’s quick to heed your inarticulate requests, deftly pushing your panties to the side with his index and middle fingers, running them up and down your folds to collect the milky essence that’s started to seep out of you. entranced by the stringy strand of residue that connects the pads of his fingers to your clit when he pulls back— he replaces them with his nose as he gently prods the swollen nub, lips grazing over your slick warmth, “gonna let me have a taste of you, pretty girl?”

med student!suguru, who, after hearing your drawn-out whines of agreement, wastes no time in pressing his tongue flat against your drooling hole and licking a long, slow stripe from the base all the way up to your clit— anatomy notes long forgotten as they get shuffled off the bed. he watches through hooded eyes at the way your lips twist and contort to release breathy moans of his name— the neediness lacing your voice sending cold flames up his body. a tease is what he is, the deliberate strokes of his tongue sheathed in your cunny driving you up the walls as you grapple with the dark roots of his hair trapped in between your fingers, losing all sense of sanity as you feel the burning in the pit of your stomach start to grow unbearably hot.

med student!suguru, whose cock twitches and heart swells at your tiny, broken whimpers of, “wanna cum— wanna cum on your cock, sugu’”. he grins at the realization of how you have him wrapped so tightly around you finger, pulling away from your leaking cunny almost immediately when your words fall onto his ears. he admires the thin sheen of sweat covering your half-bare frame as he leans back on his haunches and pulls his cock out of his slacks, letting it slap up against your abdomen— thumbs pressing down on the tip where it meets your skin, “look how deep you can take me, doll… gonna fill you up nice ‘nd tight.”

med student!suguru, who kisses you deeply after eating you out, tossing the remnants of your slick from his tongue onto yours while he eases his length inside your slick cunny. his cream-stained fingers wipe away the tears that pool at the corners of your eyes before they have the chance to spill over your lash line and he dotes on you, sweet praise whispered into your ears about how beautiful you look with your glazed-over eyes, how good your walls feel around him, how you’re an angel on earth— but it all goes past your head as the only thing you can make out behind your wracked sobs is suguru speaking in tongues.

med student!suguru, whose hands are gentle on your face, but whose hips tell a different story. his thrusts begin slow and calculated, drawing you out to your limits before you begin to claw at his back and your body breaks into trembles beneath him. and then he’s rocking and grinding into your cunny almost dizzyingly fast, the bulbous head of his cock prodding the one spongy spot inside you that makes you burst in no time— arousal coating his groin while your walls clamp down on him and keep his full length locked in place, “you hear that? your greedy lil’ cunt’s suckin’ me in so good— fuck— she’s all mine, yeah?”

med student!suguru, whose stomach twists at your broken cries and the mindless, almost incomprehensible words that leave your lips— the sheer girth of his cock leaving you feeling full— too full to think straight. suguru thinks he's doing okay, thinks he can hold out for a while longer, but when you begin to babble "cum in me, cum in me, cum in me—" repeatedly, as if it were some mantra— the thin rope of restraint keeping him together snaps before he's able to realize it. he empties his load inside your womb with erotically slow thrusts, savouring every drag of your wet walls along his twitching cock as he's milked dry.

med student!suguru, who pulls your lace panties back up your legs after he’s done, eyeing the slowly growing wet patch on your crotch— a result of his thick seed seeping out of you, little dribbles of it dripping down your thighs. before he has a chance to lick it off, you reposition yourself on your elbows and knees in front of him; he watches, bewitched by the slight wiggle of your hips as you arch your back and wrap your palm around his still-hard cock, sucking in air at how it jumps at your touch. his head lolls back as you bring his tip to your pouty lips, thumbing off the final beads of cum that sit atop his slit, and he thinks the next words you say— seemingly unconniving and innocent— are enough to send him tumbling into another orgasm, “can you teach me male reproductive anatomy next?”

thx 4 reading i hope u luvd it ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა reblogs + comments r so appreciated <3

[ferg0s-deactivated20250519]

‘let’s pretend,’ - Kagami x Reader

{unedited} // SMUT

“You’ve gained a lot of weight,”

You knew those words weighed heavily on Taiga, you could tell by how sad his eyes looked when he looked at himself in the mirror when you came back from Akashis dinner party. It has been years since Taiga last reconnected with his high school basketball friends, you could see the excitement in his eyes when he got an invitation from Akashi about a small reunion.

He put on his best suit, made you wear your most expensive jewelry and got Aki dressed so you would have time to do your makeup. The night seemed to be going great, you were chatting with Momoi, Aki was playing with her Uncle Kise - you didn’t understand how he had the energy for Aki endless rounds of hide and seek tag but you didn’t complain - and Kagami caught up with his buddies.

It wasn’t until Dinner was served when the happy atmosphere changed. Midorima was a doctor, and a very blunt person. His idea of starting a conversation was unsolicited health advice - which is exactly how he started off his first conversation with Taiga.

“You’ve gained weight,”

“Taiga,” You said softly as you approached him from behind. He was standing in-front of the floor length mirror, wearing nothing but his boxers and flexing his muscles. It was true that with Aki and all the other stuff that happens in life, Kagami didn’t have time to maintain his body like he used to, his sharp muscles being replaced by a soft, muscly dad bod. Aki was only 6 which meant that there still would be a good while before Taiga could focus on himself fully again.

“He’s right,” Taiga huffed. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” you said kissing his shoulder. “I think you look hot, always,” you added. “You’re my wife, you’re supposed to say that.” Taiga chuckled.

An idea came into your head, your eyes lighting up, which Taiga noticed.

“Let’s pretend Im not,” you said as you turned around and walked away from him. You walked over to the bed, sitting down on it facing Taiga. “Pretend I’m the girl sitting by herself after a shitty date at the bar, getting ready to drink myself into a coma,”

Taiga turned around and faced you. “And I’m guessing I’m the 20 something year old college kid who got stood up by his date?” He asked as he walked towards the bed. You bit your lip and eyed his body. “Maybe,” you teased. He got on the bed, slowly crawling towards you, “and are we gonna pretend we both got hammered, took a taxi back to my place and broke my couch?” He asked as his face came closer to yours.

You answered his question with a kiss. A kiss filled with lust. You felt him push himself on you, laying you down on the bed, his hands immediately running over your body. You hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands rushed to get the night suit you had on off your body, his fingers fumbling with the buttons and the strings of the pyjamas. Everything seemed to happen so fast. It was nothing like what you had become accustomed to doing over the last few years. Ever since Aki came along, you two barely had time like this. So in the rarely window when you did, you two took it slow, making up for the amount of times you wished you could be next to him like that. That or Aki would manage to disturb every single time any sort of action began to happen.

You two hadn’t been so rough since your middle 20s. Right when you two got married and got an apartment together, when every surface was suitable for fucking, where there was no baby gates and toys scattered everywhere.

Taiga pulled off your pyjamas, pulling away from the sloppy kiss and began to go down your body. Throwing your legs over his shoulders he wasted no time diving his face inbetween your thighs. Usually when he ate you out he was slow, gentle, and treated you like a delicately flower. His movement was sloppy, his tongue sporadically flicked your clit, and you enjoyed every second of it. Gasping for air as you gripped the sheets. Kagami didn’t eat you out for long, coming up with his face drenched and immediately went to kiss you. He was just as impatient as you.

You felt him line his dick up with your hole. Before you could even think about asking him to put on a condom, he was inside you. Your legs again this chest, his weight leaned against yours, your ankles practically touching the sides of your head, as he pounded into you.

For old times sake, he pulled out and nutted on your face, which was just as much of a pain to clean up as you remembered.

Laying next to you, watching you sleep peacefully on his chest, brought a smile to his face. Despite being married for 10 years, you could always find new ways for him to love you, and new reasons for him to love you. He was still the clumsy, stuttering air headed dingus who’d approached you at a bar late at night, tipsy, with a shitty pick up line. No matter if he changed or not, your love for him stayed the same.

He tried not to shed a tear as his arms tightened around you. He leaned down and planted a kiss on your head, getting ready to fall asleep too. Then he heard a knock.

“Dad!” Whisper yelled a small voice. “I can’t sleep.”

Watching his daughter dunk the Oreo in the glass of milk made him smile. A piece of him and you mushed together in such a beautiful way. She looked exactly like him, something that you weren’t so thrilled about, but she was an expect copy of you. Your mannerisms, your likes and dislikes. And he helped make that, he helped raise that. His body had become a map of his new life with you. The scars of falling off the ladder while painting the nursery, the weight gain of staying home and taking care of a sick wife and daughter instead of going to the gym, the countless nights of take out and pizza because either of you were too tired to make anything after a long day of running after Aki.

“-dad,” Aki said, breaking him out of his trance. “Do you need more cookies? Or milk-“ “It’s not fair that you and mom get to jump on the bed and I don’t.” Aki huffed glaring up at him.

He couldn’t help but smile. How could he hate himself when he had a part of himself in someone he loved so much. His big beady, eyes, and naivety mushed together with your attitude.

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I feel like the thing fell flat at the end 😫 trying to be wholesome so let me have this one

[pixiedust-95]

Explicit content

c/w: cockwarming, daddy kink, dacryphilia, slight possessiveness/ownership?

“Mmm sweetheart, creaming all over my cock,” he murmurs against your forehead, peppering kisses across sweaty skin. “Such a messy girl for Daddy, my messy baby girl.” All his.

Shuddered sobs erupt from your swollen lips at his filthy words as you squirm on his lap, pressing yourself into his length. “Fuck, please please please I’ve been good, I’ll be good I’ll do anything- please fuck me!”

“Think I’ll stay still sweetheart, still got some more work to look over,” you can feel his lips upturning against your skin as you whine petulantly. “But go ahead, rut against me, you can make yourself feel good on my cock.”

Without hesitation your hips move erratically – he tightens his hold so you can't quite bounce like you (and, let’s be honest, he) wants to, but soon settle into a rocking motion, finding a way to maximise both of your pleasure (ever the efficient girl, he was so proud). Harsh gasps turn into high-pitched squeals as you feel your g-spot being stimulated with every movement.

"That's my girl," his gravelly voice rumbles against you. Large hands leisurely wander up and down your taut body, rolling pebbled nipples between his warm fingers.

“Pleaseeeee, need more!”

“Mmmmm,” he acknowledges with a few chaste kisses on your neck, moving one hand down to rub gentle circles against your puffy clit. A stuttered gasp turns into a sob, and he catches stray tears running down your cheeks, cooing against you as he feels himself throb even more. “Fuck baby, it’s okay, you’ve been so good, I’ll make it all better now.”

With that, he finally moves - thrusting deeply into you, launching a series of “yesyesyessss” and “thank you thank you thank you”, and mostly nonsensical babbling that leaves him breathless. So pretty.

Moving his hips faster, one of his hands holds your neck, pinning you against his shoulder so he can watch your tits bounce in time with the depraved sounds of squelching coming from your cunt.

"A-ah g-gonna- so close-"

He presses his lips against yours, urgently and yet still with care, showing his love, his devotion to his girl as you gush around his aching cock. So precious.

And all his.

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erwin smith, toshi fushiguro, gojo satoru, kento nanami (and any other daddies you like ehe)

[saintblk-deactivated20230213]

Dad!Aomine slaps a watermelon and knows it's ready😍

LMAOOO this has to be my favourite ask i’ve ever gotten😭

but please why can i see this. you’re probably tending to your child, seated in the cart while he looks over the watermelons. and all of a sudden you hear a loud *smack* and whip around to see him inspecting them. your eyebrows furrow and you want to see where he’s going with this before you say anything. then he’s slapping a few more melons much to your and everyone around you’s shock until he finally finds the right one, a triumphant smile on his face.

but his attention falters from returning to you to the person standing beside him who’s picked up a random watermelon. he tsks and stops them.

“that one’s no good,” he gruffs just before slapping one more and handing it to this complete stranger. “take this one.”

you don’t ask any questions and simply move on with your day. but if he wants watermelons again, you let him go on his own cause you cannot take the whole produce section watching him dog slap the shit out of all the watermelons.

tysm anon this was fun:)

[aletheyass]

"why do you want this job" i literally don't

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The New Recruit - Kaldur’ahm x Reader

Requested by Anon -  A story about the justice league employing new recruits in the young justice. Kaldur is both annoyed and in love with one new girl.

Requested by Anon -  Can I get a fic where Kaldur falls in love with some badass girl after she rides on his moto to trash some criminal?

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