#aomine x reader

[erensbrat]

contains : p in v, exhibitionism..? , afab reader, black coded, and other stuff ><

When Aomine sees a twitter post with 132k retweets about him and his wife divorcing,he goes livid. So..what does this asshole do? He goes on instagram live and shows everyone that you are indeed, still his wife.

stay tuned !!

[celiatriestowite]

˙⋆✮ cuddles ˙⋆✮

aomine daiki x gn!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, soft aomine, no use of y/n

Strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back into the snug warmth of Aomine’s chest. His breathing is steady, heart beating with a deep rhythm that threatens to lull you back to sleep. Light shines through a crack in the curtains, bright enough to remind you that it’s still, in fact, the afternoon. Naps were never on your agenda, until your days began to intertwine with the ace of Touou’s basketball team. Is it a bad idea to encourage his habits? Well, sure. But when this is the sight you wake up to, how could you ever refuse?

His spiky hair is all tousled and falls over his face in little strands–rivulets of blue that stick to his forehead with sweat. A peaceful expression marks Aomine’s face, not that you can see much with your face shoved into the woody scent of his t-shirt. Should you try to escape the hold his callused hands have on you, he’ll simply mumble something incoherent in his sleep and pull you right back. In addition to being a heavy sleeper, Aomine is a clingy sleeper as well.

It makes you giddy, to be honest. The guy known for being intimidating and rough is a massive, massive cuddler. He wants you as close as possible to him even in his dreams!

When he wakes up, there’s a lazy smile spreading across his lips. Without bothering to sit up or check the time, he tilts your chin up and presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead. 

I’m still here, it seems to say. 

He doesn’t move from his spot after that, just pulls you in a little closer and intertwines his thick legs with yours. It’d be pretty terrible for his sleep schedule if he fell back asleep, but…a yawn slips out of your mouth. What, are you supposed to leave Aomine’s embrace? 

You let your eyes close gently.

He really does need to stop napping so much, though.

a/n: oh? something other than haikyuu? yessir

[ellisaworld]

I'm rewatching kuroko no basket, and i think i just fell in love again with aomine.

[pearlchokerprincess]

🌌 Shadow Boxing ── Aomine Daiki x Reader

"You play too rough, but under the midnight rain, neither of us is keeping score."

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Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Reader

Genre: Romance, Steamy Fluff, Established Relationship

Warnings: Kissing, teasing, biting, heavy touching, clothing tugging.

Word Count: ~550 words

The rain had been coming down for hours. Not the dramatic kind that rolled in with thunder and disappeared twenty minutes later. This was the stubborn kind. Heavy enough to blur the city lights beyond your bedroom window into watercolor streaks, steady enough to make the whole apartment feel smaller.

Aomine had invited himself over after practice. Now he was stretched across your bed like he paid rent, one arm tucked beneath his head while the other lazily spun his basketball above him. His shirt was still damp around the collar, and there were faint specks of rainwater darkening your comforter.

"You know," you said without looking up from your desk, "most people wipe themselves off before making themselves at home."

"Hm?"

"My sheets."

"They'll dry."

You sighed. "They're not yours."

"They are while I'm here."

There it was. That ridiculous confidence that somehow managed to sound less like arrogance and more like an undeniable law of nature. The basketball slipped from his fingers, bounced once against the carpet, and rolled somewhere under your desk. Neither of you moved to get it.

When you finally looked over, he was already watching you.

"What?"

"C'mere."

"No."

"C'mere."

"You literally just ordered me."

"And?"

You barely had time to roll your eyes before he reached over, caught your wrist, and tugged. The world tilted. One second you were standing. The next you were sitting sideways across his lap, trying very hard not to laugh at how annoyingly easy he'd made it look.

"Told you."

"You cheated."

"I was faster."

"You always say that."

"'Cause it's true."

His grin spread slow and lazy, all sharp edges softened by exhaustion. The room smelled faintly of rain-soaked pavement and the citrus detergent you'd washed your blankets with. Somewhere outside, tires hissed across wet roads.

His large, calloused hand settled against the back of your neck. Gentle. Almost.

"You talk too much," he murmured.

"So do y..."

The rest disappeared against his mouth. The kiss started warm, lingering, and familiar, but as your fingers found the damp fabric of his collar, the lazy rhythm dissolved. Aomine let out a low, rough growl in the back of his throat, his grip tightening at your nape as he tilted your head back, forcing your lips open to deepen the kiss instantly.

He tasted hot and dizzying, his tongue sliding against yours with a heavy, demanding pressure that made your toes curl. Your chest flushed hot against his broad torso. His free hand didn’t stay still; it slid firmly down your spine, massive fingers hooking underneath the hem of your cropped shirt to grip the bare, warm skin of your waist. He pulled you flush against his lap, obliterating any space left between you.

The heat in the room spiked. You whined softly into his mouth as his thumb dragged hard against your hipbone, his lips bruising yours in a messy, breathless exchange. When he finally pulled back just a fraction for air, his teeth caught your bottom lip in a sharp, playful bite, pulling the sensitive skin taut before releasing it with a slick, quiet pop.

"There you are," he mumbled against your mouth, his breath hitching, dark eyes heavy and dark with a sudden, intense hunger.

Your chest was heaving, your lips tingling and swollen from his grip. You narrowed your eyes, your own hands sliding up his chest to tangle directly into his damp hair. "Oh, you're definitely asking for it."

"What? Another kiss?" He looked entirely too pleased with himself, a cocky smirk pulling at his bruised lips.

Instead of answering, you shifted your weight over his lap, anchoring yourself completely against him, and crashed your lips back onto his. This time, you drove him back into the pillows, your hands tugging at his hair as he wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you down into the mattress with him.

Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, neither of you cared who won.

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(A tad bit different, I hate constantly using y/n soryyyy.)

[himbo-dreams]

a relationship with aomine? sounds just like this likeee OMGGG “when I chase this paper? you ain’t gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you” I’m talkin bout you got a attitude? he either gone fix it with your fav or he not getting shit until you fix that attitude and give him a kiss before y’all leave to go literally spoil YOU

[justvanishingthings]

back in my knb era, so send me some requests 🌸 I’d love to write for our boys and girls again 💕

[just-kaede]

SECRET LATE-NIGHT SESSION. | Daiki Aomine x rival manager team!reader

cw. MDNI. nsfw, smut, degradation, hair pulling, choking, biting/marking, fingering, creampie, begging, size kink

synopsis. When you get caught watching Aomine’s tapes in the middle of the night, he decides to give you a private, hands-on lesson.

The gym was dark except for the glow of the projector. You'd snuck in after midnight with the spare key you may have found during a practice match against Tōō. Your job was to study the enemy, and Daiki Aomine was the biggest threat your team would face this season. His highlight reel played on loop—those effortless dunks, the way he blew past defenders like they were standing still.

You leaned over the scorer's table, scribbling notes, when the lights suddenly flickered on.

"Well, well… what do we have here?"

That deep, lazy voice sent a jolt down your spine. You whipped around. Aomine stood near the doorway in a black tank top and sweats, basketball tucked under one arm, a smug grin splitting his face. His eyes dragged over you slowly.

"Thought I heard someone jerking off to my tapes," he drawled, stepping closer. "Didn't expect the rival manager to be this thirsty." Heat flooded your cheeks. "I'm working. Unlike some people who rely on raw talent and arrogance."

Aomine laughed low, dropping the ball with a dull thud. In three strides he was behind you, caging you against the table with his much larger body. His chest pressed to your back, and you could feel the heat rolling off him.

"Working, huh?" His breath brushed your ear. "Then let me give you a private lesson. Free of charge."

One big hand slid up your thigh, shoving your skirt higher. You tried to protest, but the words died when his fingers slipped under your panties and found you already shamefully wet.

"Fuck… look at this," he murmured, voice thick with amusement. "All that big talk during the day and your pussy's dripping just from watching me play."

"Aomine—"

"Daiki," he corrected, pushing two thick fingers inside you without warning. You gasped, gripping the edge of the table. On the projector, Past-Aomine slammed home another dunk. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping into you mixed with the recorded cheers.

He curled his fingers just right, stroking that spot that made your knees buckle. "You want to stop me on the court? Then study this properly."

He pulled his fingers out, yanked your panties down roughly, and kicked your feet wider apart. You heard his sweats drop. A second later, the thick, heavy head of his cock nudged against your entrance.

"Beg for it," he said, teasing your slick folds with shallow thrusts.

You bit your lip hard. He chuckled darkly, then fisted your hair and yanked your head back so you were forced to watch the screen.

"Beg. Or I walk out and leave you like this."

"…Please, Daiki."

"Louder."

"Please fuck me."

The smug bastard didn't wait. He thrust in deep in one brutal stroke, stretching you open. A broken moan tore from your throat. He was big—thicker and longer than you'd imagined in your most shameful fantasies—and he didn't give you time to adjust. He started moving, slow and powerful, each drag of his cock lighting up every nerve inside you.

"Shit… so fucking tight," he groaned, hips snapping forward. "Your team's manager clenching around my dick like a whore. Pathetic."

His hand wrapped around your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make your head spin while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. The table creaked under each punishing thrust. On screen, Aomine was mid-air, dunking over three defenders. In real life, he was buried to the hilt inside you, grinding deep.

He leaned over you, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he picked up speed. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the empty gym. Every time you tried to muffle your moans, he yanked your hair or tightened his grip on your throat.

"Look at the screen," he ordered, voice rough. "Watch how easily I destroy people. That's what I'm doing to this pretty pussy right now."

You came hard, vision whiting out, thighs shaking violently. Aomine growled in satisfaction but didn't stop. He fucked you through it, dragging out every pulse until you were whimpering.

Only then did he pull out, flip you around, and set you on the table. He hooked your legs over his elbows, spreading you wide, and sank back in with a filthy groan.

"Again," he demanded, eyes dark and hungry. "Cum on my cock while you watch me win."

His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles as he drove into you harder. The new angle hit even deeper. You clawed at his shoulders, crying out his name like a prayer.

When your second orgasm crashed over you, Aomine buried himself to the base and came with a low, guttural moan, flooding you with hot, thick pulses. He stayed inside you for a long minute, hips lazily rolling as if he didn't want to waste a single drop.

Finally he pulled back, eyes gleaming as he watched his cum slowly drip down your thighs.

He smirked, wiping a thumb across your swollen bottom lip.

"Lesson one complete," he said, voice low and satisfied. "Come back tomorrow night. We still have to study my crossover."

You were still panting, legs trembling, when he picked up his ball and walked toward the exit like he hadn't just ruined you on the scorer's table.

"Sweet dreams, manager."

The projector kept playing his highlights behind you.

[laylaroze]

Kuroko no Basuke [Kuroko’s Basketball/The basketball which Kuroko plays]

She/he left them

Who will come to terms with it and let it go, and who will not be able to accept it and will not forget?

Characters included: Akashi Seijuro, Kuroko Tetsuya, Himuro Tatsuya, Kise Ryota, Momoi Satsuki, Midorima Shintaro, Kagami Taiga, Murasakibara Atsushi, Aomine Daiki

Gender neutral reader/GN YN

Those who would never fully move on:

Akashi Seijuro

He won’t fall apart outwardly, on the contrary, he’ll become even more composed. But inside, it will be like a crack in glass that never disappears.

He won’t forget a single word, not a single look.

Even years later, it will remain his personal “defeat”, something he couldn’t prevent and it will break him inside quietly.

Those who will move on, but it will stay with them forever:

Kuroko Tetsuya

He will accept it. He won’t try to hold them back. But every time he sees something that reminds him of his partner his gaze will soften with quiet sadness.

He will move forward, but the memory will remain like a gentle ache.

Himuro Tatsuya

Outwardly - calm and mature.

Inside - deep disappointment and longing.

He won’t show how much it hurt him, but it will change how he approaches closeness forever.

Those who will move on gradually

Kise Ryota

At first it's panic, denial, trying to understand “what did I do wrong?”

He will try to win them back, text, call, cling.

Then, slowly let go.

But for a long time, he’ll compare everyone else to that person.

Momoi Satsuki

She will go through it very emotionally.

Crying, analyzing, talking it through with someone.

But over time she’ll pull herself together and move forward, though her thoughts will still drift back sometimes.

Those who will move on, but won’t forget

Midorima Shintaro

He will rationalize everything.

Tell himself it was “the logical outcome.” But he will remember. For a long time.

Sometimes he’ll think: what if…

Those who will move on, but it will leave a mark

Kagami Taiga

At first - anger. A lot of anger.

Then - acceptance.

But after that, he’ll become more cautious with attachments. Less open.

Those who will move on quickly (but not completely forget)

Murasakibara Atsushi

At first: “oh… okay then.”

But later, alone, it will hit him harder than he expected.

He won’t overthink it, he’ll just become a little colder.

Those who will move on quickly and forget

(almost no one fits perfectly, but closest is)

Murasakibara - if the relationship didn’t mean much to him. Then he can genuinely let go without much impact.

Who will react harshly

Aomine Daiki

He won’t beg. More likely he’ll say something cold or even hurtful.

Like: “guess it was meant to be.”

But that’s defense reaction. In reality, it will hit him deeper than he shows.

Akashi (if his ego is hurt) If he sees it as betrayal his reaction will be cold and severe. He’ll simply erase the person from his life.

Who will react calmly

Kuroko Tetsuya

He’ll listen. Accept it. And quietly say “I understand.” No scene.

Who will react lightly (on the surface)

Kise Ryota

At first he might try to stay cheerful: jokes, smiles. But it will break quickly.

Who will react with indifference (externally)

Murasakibara Atsushi

Extremely detached. As if he doesn’t care.

Who will cut them out of their life?

Akashi Seijuro

If he decides so, that’s it.

No second chances.

Aomine Daiki

He’ll convince himself he doesn’t care and stop all contact.

Who will stay friends?

Kuroko Tetsuya

If there was no betrayal he can do it.

He values the person, not just the relationship.

Momoi Satsuki

Difficult, but possible. She’ll try to preserve the connection.

Who will try to win them back?

Kise Ryota

The most obvious one.

He’ll fight until the very end.

Momoi Satsuki

She’ll try too, gently, through care and conversations.

Who will let go, but won’t forget?

Midorima Shintaro

He won’t hold them back, but the memory will stay.

Himuro Tatsuya

He’ll let go with dignity and remember for a long time.