01. How Ryota fucks his manager to thank her for Kaijo's win today.
02. Kise is obsessed with your cute panties. Says they’re too pretty not to ruin
03. He says your thighs were made for him. He’s losing his mind just from fucking that tight little gap, especially when his tip brushes your pussy by accident.
04. He misses you a little more whenever he finds your sex tapes.
05. Rubbing yourself on your model boyfriend after he spent all day whispering vulgarities in your ear.
01. Midorima is weak for you. Despite groaning about needing to study, he allows you to do this.
02. Midorima only untapes his fingers and keeps his nails short for two reasons: shooting a perfect score and hitting your perfect spot.
03. You sent an attachment. with the caption "why didn't you just do this to me in the library shin-chan..."
"Midoriya?" sent an attachment. with no caption
04. Climbing all up on Midori when you're feeling needy, begging him to ravish you again whenever he got frustrated with you
05. You really wore his jersey just to do this? Straddling him, fist tight around his cock, like it’s your personal lucky charm. Midorima’s trying not to lose composure, but the way you whisper
01. How he has you after school in his bedroom because his girl didn't want to skip class with him the whole day. dont even dare mention basketball practice to him
02. Aomine's moments of horniness are so uncalled for. One minute, you're cuddling and watching the movie; the next thing you know, he's thrusting way too deep on your couch, saying you look too good to be left alone.
03. Aomine can spend all night just sucking your tits alone; its like the rest of the world falls into a blur and goes hours and hours just suckling on your nipples.
04. Loves watching you struggle to take the long, slow thrusts. loves how you cry out when he's stretching you out too long by not going fast enough, just so you feel everything.
05. More tit appreciation with aomine!
"soo big...'n' soft—shit"
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"Fuck... made me cum all over your face"
06. You two knew this was dangerous but fuck did Aomine love the idea. You told Aomine it was too risky, that your brother could walk in any moment—for him it made it all the better.
"Dai—please...kagami can come home any—mph—minute!"
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"Relax...im almost there."
01. Atsushi usually feels lazy during sex, but once those certain nights... where he feels so much desire..
02. Murasakibara fears hurting you that's why he was so hesitant to enter you, but hearing you beg for it, and your tightness...despite all his whines he absolutely loves the fact he's inside you
"-chin... not gonna work. 'M too big."
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"mmm...'tsushi I can take it... please"
04. You don't understand the weight of it, Atsushi lives on pussy. He cannot function without his lips feeding on your sex at least every day. (you can't tell me that first video in the purple room isn't him-)
05. This would only happen with Murasakibara.
06. "Come on,..-chin... you'd let me get a little taste right?" ✦ "Mm..stay still, would ya?"
01. Suddenly you've gone so quiet. After distracting him so much wheres that bold attitude? So needy, he's barely even started what he's going to do to you
02. You can be having a normal conversation with Akashi but his hand is under your skirt doing this and he expects you to comport yourself and keep talking.
03. Just done light spanks after being so naughty all day. You better calm down...he hasn't even done anything yet.
04. You knew you were in trouble. You tried to seduce Akashi earlier in the office, to no avail. Later he came home and asked you to sit on his lap tell him about your day. Simple task right? If you sit still, all is forgiven. If you make a moan, stop speaking, or God forbid, you cum. He's going to have to 'correct' you
I sometimes wish Kuroko no Basket had been released in 2020 instead of 2012. The fanfiction featuring original characters or reader inserts is often cringeworthy, they all seem to share the same personality traits with only minor differences. It's really confusing why the female character is always portrayed as the only girl playing basketball with the boys, even more so that she is better than them and she is very Smart on the court but totally clueless in school. Her name is typically something like "Queen of Basketball" or another title starting with "Queen." She’s often depicted with an unrealistic body type and a mean demeanor, yet everyone seems to love her.
The writing quality is generally poor it’s so 2010s in bad way. Haikyuu and Blue Lock fans are so lucky you guys have a wider variety of fanfiction. While there are certainly some cringe-worthy stories, there are also many well-written ones. You have fanfics that actually explore relationships and don't just stick to the main plot and also most Kuroko no Basket fanfics are short, and if they are longer, they tend to fall into the reverse harem category. I’d be fine if they developed the relationships better, but most of the time, the characters just like her for dumb reasons. Can we please get an OC/reader who doesn’t play basketball, is nice and has a complex personality! (Also, if you know any good KNB fanfics, please share!)
warnings: body weight/pressure, teasing, sexual tension, suggestive language
synopsis: a lazy afternoon turns into a playful struggle as daiki plops onto you like a human boulder, refusing to get off, suffocating you with his weight
you were sitting on the couch, minding your own business, scrolling through your phone. nothing special—just a lazy afternoon. the hum of the tv played in the background, but your attention was locked on your screen. daiki had been out all day, probably playing ball somewhere, so you hadn’t really expected any sudden interruptions.
but, of course, with him, you should’ve known better.
without any warning, you felt the weight of a body collapsing onto you, forcing the air out of your lungs with a surprised grunt. your phone nearly slipped out of your hand as you let out a surprised yelp, daiki’s large frame plopping down right on top of you.
“daiki!” you groaned, struggling beneath him as he casually made himself comfortable, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “you’re heavy!”
“nah,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin. he didn’t even bother to move, just settling in like he belonged there, which, to be fair, he kind of did. his head nestled deeper into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his warm breath ghosting across your skin.
you tried to shift, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. a very stubborn, very lazy brick wall. “i’m serious, you’re crushing me. get off.”
he sighed dramatically, like it was the biggest inconvenience in the world, but didn’t budge. “i’m not that heavy.”
“daiki,” you said, your voice holding a warning tone.
he shifted slightly, making it even worse. “you’re fine.” you could feel his lips brushing against your neck now, and the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “stop complaining.”
“i’m being crushed by a giant,” you shot back, trying to wiggle your legs free, but he had you pinned beneath him with no escape.
you could feel the warmth of his body pressing against yours, and while part of you was annoyed, another part of you couldn’t help but smile. he always did this—plopped down like he owned the place, or more specifically, like he owned you.
he let out a lazy chuckle, his breath warm against your neck. “if you want me off, make me.”
you rolled your eyes. of course, he’d say something like that. “you’re impossible, you know that?”
“yeah,” he said lazily, not the least bit apologetic, clearly half-asleep already. then, without warning, you felt his lips on your neck again—this time pressing a lazy kiss to your skin. it wasn’t sweet or soft; it was the kind of kiss that said he was bored and this was just something for him to do.
as if he hadn’t just invaded your personal space without a second thought. your eyes widened as he continued, his lips dragging slowly along the sensitive part of your neck.
“hey—what are you—” your voice caught in your throat when he bit down gently, his teeth nipping at your skin just hard enough to send a jolt of surprise through you.
he chuckled against your neck, clearly amused by your reaction. “what? can’t even lie here without you getting worked up?”
“worked up? you’re biting me!” you exclaimed, trying to sound annoyed, but your voice betrayed you, the edge of laughter creeping in.
he hummed, his lips brushing against the spot he just bit, kissing it lazily as if to soothe it. “you like it.”
you rolled your eyes even though your heart skipped a beat at his teasing tone. “daiki, i swear, get off. you’re too heavy.”
instead of answering, he nuzzled further into your neck, and his kisses grew slower, lazier, as if he was on the verge of falling asleep. “too comfortable,” he mumbled, completely ignoring your protests. “just five more minutes.”
“five more minutes of you suffocating me?” you shot back, half-heartedly trying to push him off again, but it was no use. you sighed, realizing you weren’t going to win this one. not today, at least.
his arms had somehow found their way around your waist, holding you in place as he pressed another lazy kiss to your neck.
daiki had a way of turning everything into a battle of wills, and right now, he had the upper hand. well, the upper body weight, anyway.
“you’re fine,” he muttered, and you could practically feel him smirking against your skin.
“you’re so annoying,” you groaned, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips as you felt his teeth graze your neck again, this time biting a little harder. you squirmed under him, but not out of discomfort—more out of surprise at how casual he was about all this.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes gleaming with that familiar lazy mischief. “you’re enjoying it.”
“am not,” you lied, trying to keep a straight face.
“uh-huh,” he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his lips found your neck again, kissing, biting, and nipping as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"you're like a human boulder," you grumbled, trying to push at his shoulders but barely managing to move him an inch.
“stronger than i look, huh?” he teased, though his voice was growing quieter, like he was already on the verge of dozing off. his arms slid around your waist, holding you in place as if to further prove his point.
he shifted again, this time not to move off you but to get even more comfortable, his legs sprawled out further across the couch as he buried his face in your neck like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be.
“you’re not getting off, are you?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
“nope,” he mumbled, his voice muffled and sleepy. “told you—five more minutes.”
you sighed in defeat, letting your hand rest on the back of his head, fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair. “you’re the worst.”
“mm-hmm,” he murmured, clearly not bothered by the insult. if anything, he seemed more comfortable now that you’d stopped trying to fight him off.
you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips as you stared down at him. yeah, he was annoying, stubborn, and a total pain sometimes, but he was also daiki—a giant, lazy, ridiculous boyfriend who you wouldn’t trade for anything.
“fine,” you said, giving in completely. “but next time, i’m sitting on you.”
he let out a soft laugh, his face still buried in your neck. “deal.”
and just like that, he was out, fast asleep on top of you like this was the most natural thing in the world. you sighed, knowing you were stuck, but honestly? it wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon.
When his partner shows up to the game wearing Aomine’s jersey number, he pretends he doesn’t care at all. Like, “What’re you all dressed up for?” But in reality, he can’t take his eyes off them, and the corner of his mouth keeps twitching as he tries to hide a smile.
The number and name is the real pride
He notices it’s his number. His name. His merch. His jersey. Even if it’s an official jersey anyone could buy, to him it feels personal. Like his partner chose him out of the whole team. It warms him more than he’d ever admit.
Showing off in front of the team? Oh yeah.
He deliberately walks over to his partner in front of everyone and throws an arm around them or lazily rubs the back of his neck, muttering something like:
“You look especially sexy in my uniform today.”
The team howls. He catches their approving looks, not because he’s bragging, but because he secretly loves when everyone can see who chose him.
Extra motivation on the court? Yeah, of course.
Aomine usually plays off pure talent, but this time he’s a little more focused. A little more aggressive. A little faster. One thought pulses in his head: They came here for me. I have to be the best on this court.
The secret glance are here too and not THAT secret.
During a break, he scans the stands for his partner. When he finds them, he lifts a brow, gives a small smirk, and nods like he’s saying: I’m doing this for you.
After a win, he walks up, hugs them, buries his face in their neck, and whispers:
“It suits you so well I don’t want you taking it off ever.”
(And later, of course, he’ll help take it off himself, but that’s at home, not in the stands.)
Instant jealousy mode ON!
If someone stares at his partner a little too long while they’re wearing his jersey, Aomine’s eyes narrow dangerously. Like....
“What’re you staring at? That’s my uniform. And my person.”
The jersey is something as a charm?
His partner starts wearing the jersey on other days too - at home, out for a walk, even to sleep. At first he teases:
“What, you a fan now?”
But inside he melts. Sometimes he’ll even pull it over their head himself, like he’s claiming a trophy. “Now it’s definitely mine.”
On tough days, he remembers how his partner showed up to support him, glowing in his colors. And it makes things easier, because he’s not alone anymore. He has his number one fan.
And yes, now he wears merch too. Not team merch. Something else. Like a hoodie he designed himself: a photo of his partner in his jersey printed on it. And underneath, the words:
