It wasn’t the fact that he’d cleaned due to the fact that was a consistency. No. This was quite different. The place smelled faintly of incense, the bedroom sheets had been freshly changed, and his lucky item of the day, a pink ceramic heart was sat on the nightstand. “Shin…?” you called out, setting your bag down. “Everything okay?”
He stepped out of the bathroom in a fitted black shirt and loose sweatpants, toweling his damp hair off. God your husband was sight for sore eyes. His glasses slid slightly down his nose as he pushed them back up. His face face was a little flushed as he said
“You’re ovulating,” You blinked.
“…You’ve been tracking that?”
“Of course. I’ve been logging your cycle for the past four months.”
He crossed his arms like this was the most reasonable thing in the world. “I reminded you to input the last day of your period twice.”
“Oh my god.” You laughed. “Are you serious right now?”
“I’m always serious,” he muttered, a bit flustered now. “We agreed to try. This is the optimal window for conception.”
You stepped closer, arms looping around his waist. “So you planned a whole night of knocking me up, huh?”
His hands settled on your hips. “Yes. I did.” He cleared his throat, voice lower now. “You should eat something light beforehand. We need you to have a lot of stamina .”
You couldn’t help but smirk. “You’re so hot when you go full caring mode before we fuck.”
He adjusted his glasses. “I’ll pretend that wasn’t sarcastic.”
“It wasn’t.”
He gave you that look and then, of course, insisted you sit down to eat the light meal he prepared ahead of time. When you finally finished eating and he escorted you to the bedroom, his whole demeanor shifted.
He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on you as he positioned himself.
“You will keep your legs up after this,” he muttered, removing his glasses and folding them neatly before pushing his cock into you with one brutal thrust making you let out strangled cry, back arching as the stretch punched the air right out of your lungs. “F-fuck, Shintarō-" But he wasn’t listening. He was watching obsessing at how your wet pussy swallowed him whole. His fingers bruised your hips as he slammed into you again, deeper, meaner.
“God, you’re dripping,” he hissed under his breath. “Look at you. I haven’t even cum once and you’re already soaking me.”
His thick tip slammed against your cervix with every thrust, a precise, punishing pace that had your body trembling.
“You’re going to take every fucking drop tonight love,” he gritted out, one hand pressing into the small of your back to keep you pinned. “You will take everything my cock has to offer until you are knocked up.”
You could barely breathe, drooling into the sheets, moaning loudly. You were already shaking, on the verge of another orgasm, but Midorima didn’t slow down for a second.
“Does it feel good?” he muttered through clenched teeth, ramming into you so deep you saw stars. “Having your husband fuck your fertile cunt raw? You gonna thank me for stuffing you full of baby batter like the good girl you are?”
You nodded as you looked at him with big teary eyes, and that made him snap. His hand slid up your spine
“You are so pretty, I hope my kids take your genes rather than my own."
His cock twitched at the sight of your pretty face and he felt he was near, so his hips snapped forward one last time before burying his entire length inside you as he spilled deep into your womb.
“…Again,” he whispered. “Just to be sure.”
You couldn’t even respond. Couldn’t speak. All you could do was whimper under him and let him whatever the hell he wanted to your overstimulated, wrecked body.
And he did.
He ended up doing it five times.
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Daiki Aomine:
Your back hit the mattress. Your legs were spread. And Aomine was already yanking his sweatpants down. The moment you stated you wanted to start trying for a baby, this man was all in for it. He's been waiting for this moment since forever so now that it came, he was going to take full advantage of it.
You didn’t even have time to breathe before he was on you.
“Gonna fill you up,” he said his voice low he lined himself up to your dripping hole. “Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy. You sure about this, baby? I ain’t stopping once I start.”
“I’m sure,” you whispered.
That’s all he needed.
He thrust in deep all the way, making your back arch and a scream rip out of your throat.
“Fuuuck, shit I don't know how much fucking times I've fucked this pussy for you to always remain so tight,” he hissed, gripping your hips so hard they might bruise.
Even though you'd lost track of the amount of times you had Aomine had sex, this time it was honestly a little different. Rougher. Deeper. More desperate. His thrusts were heavy and unrelenting, slamming into you like every stroke was the one that’d knock you up. It as if he was loving this idea as much as you were.
“You feel that?” he groaned into your ear. “That’s how deep I’m gonna cum, baby. Right up in your into here.” He said tapping your stomach.
“You want this, huh?” he muttered, voice feral. “Wanna carry my baby? My fuckin kid inside that small little body?”
“Y-Yes, Daiki, please-"
“Say it.”
“I want it-I want your baby-fuck, I want all of it-"
“Yeah?” he hissed, voice cracking as his rhythm stuttered. “You wanna walk around stuffed full of my fuckin’ load? Waddlin with my kid inside you? All that from this pussy-this tight, beautiful pussy that's all mine?”
A broken groan left his throat as he slammed in deep, cock twitching violently as he filled you to the brim, his cum so hot and thick you could feel it pooling inside. But he didn’t pull out. He didn’t move.
His cock twitched over and over, painting your insides.
But he didn’t pull out.
Didn’t move.
Just stayed inside, holding you close, panting against your neck.
“Shit,” he whispered, chest heaving. “I should’ve done this sooner....felt too good..." The minute those words came out of his mouth, he stood back up straight with a smirk. He then began fucking into you slowly. Grinding into your overstimulated walls like he was trying to force every last drop into your womb.
“It felt too good. Besides your pussy still feels a bit empty,” he murmured. “Gotta go again. Gotta make sure.”
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Ryouta Kise:
“God, You’re gonna be so pretty when you’re pregnant,” he mumbled, voice soft. “I'm so grateful you'll let me be the father to your kids." His cock dragged against your slick folds before he finally pushed inside inch by inch until his tip kissed your cervix. His eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out, breath catching in his throat. “So warm… so tight… fuck, baby, it’s like your pussy knew it was mine.” He started to move slow, rolling thrusts that made your eyes roll back then paused suddenly, an idea flashing through.
Without pulling out, Kise hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, shifting until your front was pressed against the full length mirror beside the bed.
“I need you to see,” he moaned, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head. “Look at yourself, baby. Look at how fucking pretty you’ll look when I cum inside you.”
His hips rolled into you from behind slow and deep, forcing your body to jolt forward with each thrust. His grip tightened on your hips, your reflection jolting with every bounce, his hair matted to his forehead, abs flexing, lip bitten.
“Look,” he moaned again, voice cracking. “Look at what your body does to me. Look how fucking good you take me.”
You could barely breathe, your eyes teary, mouth open and a moan caught in your throat. “I wanna cum inside you so bad,” he groaned, thrusts picking up as his cock pulsed deep inside your walls. “Wanna fill you up so full it drips down your thighs. Wanna see you round and sore and so fucking mine. You’ll take it, right?”
“Yes, Ryo,” you gasped. “Please give it to me.”
His hips snapped forward one last time, cock throbbing as he came with a loud, broken whimper, grinding into you as his cum spilled in hot, heavy waves, coating your insides so thick you could feel it pooling. He held you tight, still inside, breathing hard. Then, with trembling hands, he laid you down gently. Your legs were pulled up, hips propped on a soft pillow. And he didn’t let go.
“You stay like that, baby,” he murmured, breathless. “Let it settle…”
His hand moved to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles. “I think it’s gonna work this time…”
Later, when you were fast asleep,his cum still trapped inside you Kise kissed your belly and whispered into the dark:
“I love you already… both of you.”
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Taiga Kagami:
You didn’t think much of it when you said it, it was just a quiet confession between kisses, whispered against his neck while you sat curled in his lap, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.
“I really feel like we are ready for kids.”
Kagami froze like you’d slapped him. His body stiffened and his cheeks instantly flushed, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Y-You serious?” he stammered, eyes wide. “Like… for real?”
You nodded, biting your lip. And that was all it took. He kissed you hard, hands already tugging at your clothes. You helped him, shirt first, then your panties, then his sweats and of course he was already hard, leaking against your thigh as he pushed you down on the bed.
“I’ll try to be careful,” he muttered.
“But fuck, baby-don’t say that and expect me to think straight.”
When he slid in, both of you gasped. He buried himself.
“You feel… so good,” he groaned, almost to himself, as he started to move deep and steady, each stroke trembling with held
back need. You cupped his face, kissed him. “You can go harder, Taiga. I want it.”
He did.
His pace picked up, his body covering yours, sweat dripping down his back as he pounded into you with determination. His hands found your thighs, pushed them up until your knees were at your chest, locking himself in even deeper.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he panted, eyes locked on yours. “I wanna fill you up, I wanna make you mine-fuck I can't fucking wait to see you full of me."
You moaned louder, wrapping your arms around his neck.
The mental image of his cum leaking out of you was all he needed to thrust himself into you one final time before he came hard, thick cum spilling deep in you as his entire body shuddered. You thought he was done. You really did. But after a few minutes of breathing against your skin, still inside you, still hard, Kagami lifted his head and looked at you.
“You okay?” he whispered.
You nodded, still catching your breath. “I’m perfect.”
He exhaled hard through his nose. “Good… cause I ain't done yet.”
“I wanna make sure it works,” he said, blunt and a little out of breath. “Wanna fill you up again. Wanna fuck it into your stomach.”
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Tetsuya Kuroko:
“I've been thinking...Tetsu.” You said as you played with his hair. "I want to start a family.."
“I’ve been thinking the same thing for weeks.”
Your heart skipped. “Really?”
He nodded once. “Every time I’m inside yo-" His words were then cut off by a sudden kiss from you. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He carried you. Carefully. Placed you on the mattress. Kuroko pulled off your clothes with steady hands, standing between your thighs. Once he got rid of his sweatpants and underwear. His eyes were calm, but burning. He pushed in slowly, eyes locked on yours the whole time. And when he bottomed out, he let out a single, shaky breath.
“You’re already perfect for me,” he whispered. “But the idea of you pregnant with my child… it’s consuming.”
His hips started to move. Every thrust left you gasping, clinging to his back as your body trembled beneath him.
“You take me so well baby,” he murmured.
You moaned his name, eyes fluttering. It was too much, the stretch, the closeness, the way he spoke. It was all just so perfect.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he said softly. “Not because I have to. Because I want to. Because you’re mine. And I want the world to know." Your fingers tangled in his hair as he began to fuck you harder. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer. And when he came, it was with a whispered groan against your neck.
He stayed inside. Didn’t move nor spoke. He just held you close against him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his placed gently on the small of your back. He gave you a kiss on your neck before saying,
“Let’s try again… just to be sure.”
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Atsushi Murasakibara:
He was quiet when you told him. Not shocked, not flustered, just blinking up at you from where he was laying on the couch, his hand resting lazily on your thigh.
“Really? You wanna have a baby?” he mumbled, voice low and slow. “Like… mine?”
You nodded, unsure how he’d take it.
It didn't take too long for his hand to slide between your thighs, two fingers rubbing lightly against your core feeling how wet you are. He kissed you all over as he kept his long fingers pumping into your pussy. You then stopped him. "Baby...let me be the one to lead this time.."
And that lead to you bouncing on him like a girl in heat, completely mindless, tits bouncing in circles, ass slapping against his thighs with wet, messy sounds every time your soaked cunt swallowed him whole. Murasakibara was a wreck beneath you, looking at you go with his face flustered.
“You agreed to make a baby,” you panted, pupils blown wide. “Said you wanted to keep me full, right? Then fucking fill me.”
He let out the weakest whimper, hips twitching up helplessly.
“Y-you’re already full,” he moaned, dragging his hands over your ass, squeezing like he could force you down deeper. “Already gave you so much-your pussy’s leaking—I can feel it…” You looked down at him with a wicked smile. “Then give me more. If you want that baby, you’re gonna have to fuck it into me again and again.” He cursed under his breath and let his head fall back, pink bangs sticking to his forehead. His thick cock was still rock hard inside you, overworked and overstimulated. But it didn’t stop him from gripping your hips and slamming you down on him so hard you cried out. “You’re scary when you’re like this…” he mumbled. “All needy n greedy like you’re tryna milk my balls dry…”
"Maybe I am,” you hissed, nails dragging down his chest. “You said you wanted to knock me up, Atsushi. So do it. Fucking do it.” That pushed him over the edge.
With a deep grunt, he thrusted up hard. Then sooner or later he was spilled inside you with a long, broken groan, hips twitching wildly as your walls fluttered around him. But even after he came, you didn’t stop. You kept grinding, kept working him, trying to squeeze every last drop from his thick cock, even as he whined under you.
“Still not enough,” you moaned, leaning over him, licking the sweat from his neck. “I need it deeper. I want your cum flooding my womb. I wanna feel it take.”
He was dizzy. Gone. Arms wrapped around you, voice a muffled whimper against your chest.
“I-I’ll give you a baby,” he promised, barely coherent. “I’ll give you as many as you want…”
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Seijuro Akashi:
Your back hit the bed and the room fell still.
Akashi looked down at you, eyes glowing in the low light. He didn’t speak right away. Just trailed his fingers slowly over your belly like he was envisioning it already, swollen, round, all because of him.
“You’re ready?” he asked, voice low.
You nodded. He didn’t ask twice.
He undressed you carefully. And when you were bare beneath him, legs spread and already dripping, he let out the faintest hum.
“I’ve waited long enough,” he said. “You’ll carry the next Akashi. My heir. My blood. You understand that, don’t you?” You nodded again, breathless. “No,” he murmured, slipping two fingers through your slick folds. “Say it.”
“I understand… I’m ready, Sei. I want it.”
That made him smile. “Good.”
He stroked his cock slowly, watching the way your eyes dropped to it. Pre-cum was already dripping out of his bulging cock. Slowly he lined up and pushed in with a low groan, bottoming out in a single, deep thrust that made you arch with a cry.
He didn’t let you adjust. Didn’t give you space to think. He gripped your thighs, planted his knees, and began fucking himself into you balls deep.
Every thrust reached deep and his pelvis grinding into your aching clit giving you double pleasure of the sensations. You were already a mess beneath him, moaning, gasping, clawing at the sheets but Akashi was composed. Unshaken.
“You feel that?” he growled softly. “That’s where I’m going to finish. Deep inside you. You’re going to take all of me and keep it.”
“I’ll do whatever you want just please cum in me Seijuro."
He grabbed your chin, made you look him in the eye.
“Beg properly.”
“Breed me, Seijuro-please-fill me up-make me pregnant with your child."
And that was all it took. His hips snapped forward, pace breaking, breath hitching as he drove in deeper, harder, panting curses under his breath until he spilled inside you with a groan, cock pulsing as he filled your womb. But he didn’t pull out. He bent low, kissed your neck, and began to move again.
18+. rating knb men off of if they groan or whimper.
kuroko: he’s on the softer side of whimpering, almost edging on gasps. it’s as if he’s not really there, and you’re simply bouncing on a dildo. when he’s so silent is it really bad to compare him to one anyway? to add to this “living dildo” theory, his sex drive is nearly nonexistent. occasionally, he may initiate sex, but you’re the one who starts things almost every time. he lets you stay in control, going along with whatever you need. he’ll play with your breasts in that specific way you like, tilt his dick just the right amount, and hold your arms behind your back when you ask. those little acts are the only way he can think to show how much he enjoys his time with you.
kagami: his signature sounds are a hiss when pulling back and a groan when fully seethed inside of you. but don’t be fooled by his tough-guy act. the moment his hips tremble and his balls tighten, he lets out soft whimpers– sorry no, shaky exhales. very wobbly exhales with his eyes tightly shut. he’s more considerate in bed than people expect. even when doing something as simple as biting down on his necklace to prevent it from hitting you, he’s careful. when eating you out, he never grabs your hips with full strength to keep you from “running away,” as he calls it. he won’t say it outright, but he just wants to make you feel good. so please, stop moving. it will feel better that way, dont you agree?
akashi: would you be bold enough to truly assume an emperor would ever whimper? he groans, mixing in soft huffs. there’s something strangely sexy about how quiet yet seductive his sounds are, making you submit every time. he has a subconscious competition with you to see who lasts longer. naturally, since he has never lost, you always end up cumming before him. on rare, rare, rare occasions, you might cum just once before he does. most of the time, he makes sure you have as many orgasms as possible before he finishes. it’s quite impressive, if you knew at least. adding to his already high superiority complex, you will never get to be on top, looking down at him while you grind against him. whether you suck him off to the moon and back or it’s your birthday, it doesn’t matter. your place is beneath him, taking every inch without dispute.
midorima: he is surprisingly stoic for his age, honestly. he groans when he hits a deep spot or when the moment is right, but mostly he remains silent except for quiet exhales through his nose. it’s not as awkward as it sounds. you’re usually too lost in the moment to notice his quietness. he never fails to miss your g-spot with the precision of his perfect three-pointers, the man terrifyingly confident in his ability to make you cum within just a few strokes. his fingers are skilled for good reason too. after all, he reaches those deep spots you never knew existed. you can’t even touch yourself the same way anymore, not with how spoiled you are with oh so skilled midorima.
aomine: groaner, groaner, groaner, who knows he sounds sexy. despite his arrogant personality, the worst thing about him is that he knows exactly how wet you get from his voice. the moment he gets you in bed, it’s never ending teases mixed with heavy huffs and puffs. your pussy clings to him like a vice, which only amplifies his obnoxious noises to be louder. when he spreads your legs, he groans exaggeratedly from how wet you are, watching your pussy helplessly clench on nothing. no matter what, he’ll give you a slap or two on your ass, or tease you by pulling out until only the tip remains, just to hear you whine. you’d hate him if he weren’t so goddamn hot.
murasakibara: this man whimpers. he doesn't care much for holding it in, no matter how hard you cover his mouth. it only makes him throb more, especially when he grabs your hand to lick and suck your fingers as if they were a popsicle. his voice is always so high-pitched and needy, especially when you’re on top. he sounds almost as desperate as you do when he eats you out. he offers help by lifting you up and down on his dick occasionally, but he’s too pussy drunk to register exactly how loud he is. in the morning, you might find a note on your door asking to keep it down, but he always throws it away, saying, “they’re just jealous.”
kise: he despises the fact that he whimpers. it’s the bane of his being, truly. he’s supposed to be a role model, a super cool guy, ya know? but what would he do if anyone who idolizes him found out that just one stroke inside you has him gasping and choking for air? he bites your shoulder hard whenever he shudders and picks up speed, then licks the spot to soothe your skin. the poor guy is a mess. but his favorite way to quiet himself? it’s by eating you out while you jerk him off. it makes his spine tingle, and the vibrations from all his moaning always helps you cum harder than the last.
request: Hello. I saw your post with requests and decided to write. Can you please make Guys from kuroko no basketball with a girl who is a little perverted (just hints that she might grope their ass or pecs a little or kiss in the neck or collarbone). Specifically, I want there to be Kuroko, Akashi, Midorima, Aomine, Kise, Murosakibara and (if possible) Kagami.
warning(s): a little cringe, suggestive? possible grammar and spelling mistakes
(a/n): thanks for requesting anon! it was fun to write. unfortunately, i ran out of ideas by the time i reached murasakibara, so ive only written for the GoM. i hope you liked it!!
!not proofread!
ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ
✧⋅ kuroko is not much of a romantic and you’re the first one he’s ever had any feelings for
✧⋅ so he still gets a little (hella) flustered whenever you so much as kiss him
✧⋅ imagine his surprise when you decide to give his ass a little slap… in the middle of thE PRACTICE LMAO
✧⋅ baby was so flustered
✧⋅ beet RED
your club had ended earlier than you expected. so of course you decide to go wait for your boyfriend to finish with his practice. so you can walk home together.
“you played good tetsu,” you say passing a water bottle to him. they were playing a little practice match and you could already see a lot of improvement since last week.
“thank you, (name)-san,” he gave u a small smile. he really considered himself lucky to have met such an amazing girl.
he had never said it to you but your encouraging words, whether you sent it through a text or said it in person, means so much to him.
“okay everyone. last practice set before you all can leave,” riko says blowing her whistle. you see some people groan.
“what!? why’re you giving me that look. are you guys trying to tell (name)-chan that you guys are bunch of wimps!?”
that got them straightened up. they would never want another person, especially their teammate’s girlfriend, to think of them like that.
kuroko looks at you, handing you the water bottle, ready to head back.
“good luck tetsu-kun,” you say in a teasing tone, gently slapping his ass just as he turns around to go join the game.
he pauses just for a second, his brain lagging for a second. he looks around the room to see if anyone had seen it. it looked like nobody saw it (thankfully for him)
you make eye contact with riko, who saw the entire thing (of course she did, she’s really attentive of her players at practice). you both share a silent giggle as the guys resume their last practice match of the day.
ꜱᴇɪᴊūʀō ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ
✧⋅ the emperor was a little weak when it came to relationships
✧⋅ first of all, he would never date someone if he actually didnt like the person cause he would never waste his time and affection on just anybody
✧⋅ speaking of affection, he was very… let’s say innocent
✧⋅ don’t get me wrong, he IS a hormonal teenage boy. but when it comes to actually doing stuff
✧⋅ god help him
you had come over to the akashi manor for a study date with your boyfriend.
there was no study going on.
you didn’t know how it escalated. you were just sitting on his bed doing homework. akashi had suggested to do it on his study table but you wanted to be comfy.
it started small, with you sneaking in kisses every couple minutes. who could blame you, he was sitting soooo close to you and he had such a pretty face too :(
you don’t know how it ended up with you, on his lap, kissing him like you would die if you stopped. your fingers traveling up his arms and tangling in his hair.
as for akashi, boy was flustered (even though he would never admit it). his hands hovering around your waist, he didn’t want to overstep and make you uncomfortable.
you pull away, just enough to look into his eyes. you notice his hands and without thinking you bring them to your waist and place them there.
“you’re adorable, sei,” you give him a kiss on the side of his lips, trailing your kisses down to his jaw and his neck.
small gentle kisses trailing his neck and collarbone.
you feel his shudder as you kiss the area where his neck meet his shoulder. you take it as a sign to land more kisses along the same area.
his grip on your waist tightens just a little bit, but enough to tell you that you had hit the spot.
you decide to stop. as much as you wanted to continue with it, you didn’t want the poor boy to be overwhelmed.
“someone’s all hot and bothered,” you tease him, a sly smile on your face. he says nothing, just pulls you in for another kiss.
ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀō ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ
✧⋅ if you thought the others were bad, this man is worseee (especially at the beginning of your relationship)
✧⋅ he’s pale asf too, so when he’s blushing, everyone around him would know he’s blushing
✧⋅ his denying doesn’t help at all
✧⋅ poor boy gets constantly teased by his friends and teammates especially takao
it had been a while since you got the chance to hangout with your boyfriend. both of you were quite busy with school and examinations.
and what better way to spend time with your tsundere than to have a movie marathon!!
you were sitting next to each other, your head leaning on his shoulder.
he had to admit it was nice having you as a girlfriend. he enjoyed just being in your presence. you didn’t mock him for his beliefs or anything for that matter.
and although he wasn’t a big fan of physical touch before, he doesn’t mind when you do decide to hug him or lean your head against him (like right now)
it was honestly kind of nice…
(oop, spoke too soon)
the hand that was playing with the hem of his shorts, was now drawing random doodles on his thighs.
you physically feel him stiffen up. turing your head up to him, you smiled innocently, “something wrong, shintaro?”
“n-no. nothings wrong,”
“hmm okay… if you say so,” you go back to doodling on his thigh with your fingers.
you decided to be a little annoying and started pinching his thighs softly (not enough to hurt him).
when he didn’t say anything, you took it as a chance to start scratching the skin of his thighs with your fingernails.
he shivered ever so slightly, making you grin.
“hey sto-“
“you saying something, shin?” you cut him off blinking at him.
oh god, you were gonna be the death of him
ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ
✧⋅ contrary to popular belief- he isn’t that much into pda
✧⋅ yes, he likes when you hold his hand or hook your arms together
✧⋅ and yes, he likes guiding you with his hand on your back
✧⋅ but, that’s pretty much it. maybe a peck here and there especially at the very beginning of your relationship
you and aomine were walking to a nearby convenience store with the whole team. they had decided to get some snacks, they deserved it after a whole day of practice.
you made a bee line to your favorite snack’s aisle. aomine following you like a puppy.
“i love these,” you tell daiki, your mouth already watering at the thought of eating them. “ugh, this is the best thing in the world.”
“damn, not me?” aomine jokes, a playful smile on his face.
“don’t worry daiki, you’re still the best snack,” you say smacking his ass.
did it make a sound? yes
did sakurai walk in just to see his teammates ass get slapped by his innocent looking girlfriend? also yes
did aomine chase sakurai around the store and threatened him to keep his mouth shut? also yes
was he blushing while threatening the poor dude? also yes
ʀʏōᴛᴀ ᴋɪꜱᴇ
✧⋅ where do i even begin
✧⋅ this man absolutely adoresssss his girlfriend (even her weirdness)
✧⋅ over time he has so gotten used to her presence and her antics
✧⋅ nothing she does surprises him anymore
✧⋅ unless it was something she’s never done before
“good morning, love,” he says as you slowly wake up.
you both had went to his place after school. and what better way to spend the rest of the afternoon than taking a nap in your loving boyfriend’s arm.
“mhm,” you mumbled closing your eyes again. feeling his chest rising beneath you was lowkey therapeutic.
“aw (name)cchi, are you still sleepy?” he smiled softly. you looked so fucking cute sleeping on him like that.
kise would agree, without hesitation, that having you in his arms like that was a way better feeling than winning any match or championship.
he accidentally dragged his fingernails against your waist, making you squirm slightly.
oops, maybe he found your ticklish spot.
he does it again, this time on purpose. you tell him to stop, while pretending his tickling(?) wasn’t working on you.
“ryota, stop,” you say, trying to appear annoyed. he took it as a motivation to actually tickle you now.
this man is an athlete. there’s no way you would be able to escape him. so you did what you could as a last resort of sorts.
you pinched his nipple.
did you actually do it? yes. and he screamed like a girl, covering his chest with his hand.
hey, at least it stopped the tickling.
you soon fell bad when you see his face. that looked like it hurt.
“aw ryo,” you say softly, “i’m sorry.” you put your hand on his chest.
kise knew something was up when he saw your face go from that slight apologetic look to something more… mischievous?
“hehe tiddie,” you say grabbing a handful of his chest (or as you called it, his tiddie)
just when this man thought you couldn’t get any weirder
smh
ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ
✧⋅ the most innocent baby in the world
✧⋅ and sometimes, you use that against him.
✧⋅ he never thought he would be with anyone much less a goddess like yourself
✧⋅ he can be very shy at times (don’t tell anybody please)
“(name)-chin are you tired?” he asks, throwing you a lazy glance. you were walking home from school, when murasakibara popped the question.
of course you were tired. it had been a hectic day at school and on top of that you had two (yes TWO) clubs back to back.
“no, i’m fine,” you lie. just like you had a tough day, you know atsushi did too. with 8 hours of school, then practice on top of that.
you were too lost in your own thoughts to notice the gentle giant crouch in front of you. his back facing you.
“come on, (name)-chin,” he said softly, “hop on.”
you paused for a second. then sighed softly and did as he told. you truly had the best boyfriend in the whole world.
“thanks, sushi,” you said, giving the side of his head a gentle peck.
"you can rest, (name)-chin. i'll get you to your house safely." with that you closed your eyes, drifting to a much needed sleep.
"(name)-chin, we're here. wake up," atsushi raised his shoulder to wake you up. you lift your head from his shoulder, blinking.
"already?" you whine, "my hands are so comfortable here" you say as you squeeze his tits.
atsushi realizes that your hands, that went around his shoulders for support just so happen to be resting conveniently against his chest.
"they're there on purpose?" he asks, a little surprised.
"yeah. what do you think, atsu?" you chuckle, kissing him on the cheek and jumping off of his back.
"i'll see you tomorrow," you wave, rushing into your house.
he just stood there for 10 seconds straight before turning around and walking to his house.
he hoped his hair covered the the tips of his, now, red ears.
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"
✦
"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!"
✦
"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."
✦
"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
There’s a certain kind of guy that everyone assumes is dominant-self-assured, always in control. But deep down, he craves to be ruined, held, and stripped of that control. He won’t let you, though. I’m telling you now, it will take years-maybe even decades-for him to trust you enough to show that side of himself. Sometimes, he’s not even aware of it himself.
But if he ever lets himself go near you, if he ever allows you to take a more dominant role, to care for him even for a fleeting moment-partly lowering his guard just long enough to feel it- he'll never enjoy anything as much as he will this. It will surprise him. He’s spent his life keeping himself from this, never realizing just how much he’d love it. But letting go, releasing everything bad and ugly and terrifying, being touched, being forced to do things he swore he’d never admit to wanting, being made to feel so blissfully helpless…
It will drive him mad. And he’ll hate himself for it afterward.
But men like him?
They're the most fun to dom and break.
Someone who presents himself as dominant, in control, but secretly yearns for the opposite-yet fights it with everything he has. That internal war, the push and pull between his need for surrender and his self-loathing, is what makes him so compelling. He likely has an aversion to intimacy, a self-destructive streak, and a tendency to wield charm and manipulation as a shield-not just against others, but against himself.
He doesn’t see sex as something more. Sometimes it’s for pleasure; sometimes, it’s a transaction, a means to an end. It will take time just to get him to the point where he can see intimacy as something beyond that. Because for him, it’s not just about the physical. It’s years of habits, experiences, and trauma, woven into the persona he presents even to himself. His shoulders might slump when he believes he’s alone, but his true self? That’s something he doesn't know how to bring out.
Staring at the test in your hands, the two pink lines seemed to be playing a trick on you. It was a miracle that you couldn't believe happened.
Your heart swelled with a variety of emotions while your vision grew blurry. A hand unconsciously rose to your mouth to hold in a sob of disbelief.
The idea of your family growing was not something the two of you brought up often, and if so, it was always mentioned for in the distant future.
But this was here, this was now, and it was all too surreal.
Glancing at the clock, you realize that you need to clean up all the rubbish and prepare dinner for when your towering 6'3 (190 cm) husband comes home from work.
The two-toned-haired man had recently been over-exhausted from his job at the fire station, and maybe the news of an additional family member would brighten his day.
Cleaning up your mess, you hid the positive pregnancy test in your sock and underwear drawer. It would be so much more impactful if it were to be a cute little surprise.
You took your time preparing dinner on the stove and setting the table for supper. A vibrant grin couldn't help but grow on your lips when you thought about setting another spot at the table for your child.
However, the sound of the front door opening and closing suddenly permitted the nerves to ignite in anxiousness.
Kagami desired to be a father like how he desired to win every game he played back in high school. There was envy in his fiery ruby-red optics when he looked at other families, but the question was, would he want one so soon?
Large and muscular arms retracted you from your thoughts as they wrapped around your midsection. Kagami placed a longing kiss on your left cheek, and you could smell the sweat emanating from his dirty skin.
Grinning at the physical touch, you leaned back against his chest as you continued to stir the contents inside of the pot.
"Welcome home, love." You greeted. "How was work?"
Your husband released a weary sigh and locked onto you securely. His head fit into the crook of your neck, his spiky hair brushing against your neck.
"That bad, huh? You should really take a break from work."
You could feel him nodding his head with his spiky hair tickling against your skin. "I'm so exhausted..." He murmured into your shoulder.
It took some skill to suppress another grin when your mind bounced back to the thought of your positive pregnancy test; depending on how he would feel, it could either brighten or lower his mood.
Patting his muscular tan arms, you turned off the stove and turned around in his arms to face him. He glanced down at you, and immediately, your lips were upon each other.
Always so sweet and savory his kisses were, and as much as you wanted to continue, you did not want for the food to grow cold.
"Well, wash up, then come sit down at the table. Don't stress yourself too much. Things will get better."
He nodded his head before leaving a soft kiss on the side of your neck and leaving for the shower. Once he entered the bathroom and the screeching of the shower's raging water pressure could be heard, you skipped into your shared bedroom.
The test was hidden in a small rectangular box meant for watches, and you swiftly hid it in your apron. Returning back to the kitchen, you placed the meals on your pristine porcelain white plates and sat in your unassigned assigned seats.
Silence filled your lovely home as he finished his shower, and after a few minutes, the muscular and toned man stepped out in a simple pair of sleeping joggers without his shirt on.
Water droplets were falling off his hair and dripping down his muscular tan shoulders. His torso was slightly steaming from the hot water. You gazed at him dreamily. 'That's why I'm pregnant.'
Naughty, naughty, you needed to calm yourself as you chuckled to yourself. Kagami shifted his gaze to meet yours with a perplexed expression.
A lopsided grin formed on your lips while you shook your head. "It's nothing, Love. Come sit down so we can eat together." You mused.
He didn't waste any time sitting next to you at the table and devouring the dinner with his incredibly outlandish appetite that grew worse after high school.
The thought of having a mini him had your heart swelling and blood rushing through your system as if you were on a rollercoaster.
It was beginning to become more nerve-racking the longer the seconds passed by.
Your husband glanced up at your face and then down at your barely touched dinner. His thick, split eyebrows creased in puzzlement before he swallowed the large bite in his mouth.
"(Y/n), is something wrong?" He queried oh so innocently.
You smiled at the sound of your name off his tongue and gripped the box tighter. "No, nothing, my love. Don't worry about it."
He placed his fork down and twisted his full body to face yours. "You got that eyebrow crease again when you're overthinking."
Kagami knew you so well just as much as you knew him; it made it hard to keep secrets on both ends.
Rolling your (e/c) optic, you reached down into your apron to take out the green box and handed it hesitantly to the tall male. "Here, it's a little present."
He himself rolled his eyes and took it from your fingers. "You didn't have to. It's not even my birthday." He jeered with a faint grin.
Your extremities clasped together as you observed him intently remove the lid, only for the white pregnancy test to be the first thing he witnessed.
He stared down with his fiery ruby red optics whilst his mouth hung open. Kagami sat dazed for what felt like hours but was really a minute. Abruptly, dread began to fill your body as you gazed at his non-moving body.
"T-Taiga." Your voice stuttered out as you sent a hand to touch his shoulder. Unexpectedly, Kagami gripped your wrist and pulled you into his arms.
His fingers held onto your waist tightly while he pushed his face into your neck. You could feel a stream of liquid suddenly fall down your neck and know it came from Kagami.
"I don't believe it. I'm really gonna be a dad?!" The man's voice was laced with excitement.
His words were slightly muffled in your shoulders, and you nodded your head. Then, you reached for his hair to scratch his scalp and massage it.
"I'm pregnant, Taiga. We're going to have a baby together." He squeezed your body tighter and began kissing all the way up from your collarbone to your jaw.
He pulled back, only for you to see the large grin on his face. "(Y/n), you keep making me happier and happier."
The two-toned-haired male lightly grasped your left wrist and brought your hand down from his head. He tenderly kissed your ring finger, which held the beautiful gold ring that made you his wife and only his.
"I love you so much, Taiga."
"I love you so much too, (Y/n)."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ
✦ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?"
Tetsuya Nigō merely cocked his head to the side before barking at your feet. Your nose scrunched in disapproval as you dropped yourself on the couch with the Alaskan Malamute jumping up to rest by your side.
All the tension was building up in your muscles from the doctor's visit earlier, and it only grew with the ticking of the clock on the wall.
It shouldn't have been a surprise to find out you were pregnant with your husband's child; it was partially your fault for enticing him so much that one night.
However, you weren't sure if it was exactly great news. The two of you were still relatively young, married only for a few years that you could count on one hand.
The issue wasn't that you were afraid to tell him. After all, he was a kindergarten teacher. He adored children and worked with them every day.
You both shared a conversation about kids, and he revealed that he would love to have one or two...in the future when you two were much older.
A sigh reverberated from your lips as you reached over for a quilt and covered your legs with it, Tetsuya Nigō crawling under so he could rest with his head in your lap.
Even with your myriads of thoughts running at the speed of sound in your head, you knew better than to take it out on a harmless animal.
Your scowl morphed into a minuscule smile as you began scratching his head while your other hand reached for the remote to turn on one of your favorite guilty pleasure shows.
It wasn't long before the front door opened, and the sound of his keys jiggling echoed through the foyer.
The front door was opened, and you didn't even turn around to face your blue-haired husband. "Welcome home."
"Hey," Kuroko murmured as he shuffled off his shoes and neared your frame. He turned his head to face the screen to see that vulgar show that was particularly loud. It had sound effects and songs that just seemed to screech in his head.
He expressed his displeasure frequently whenever it was on, and you knew it was the last thing he wanted to hear after finishing work. But you need that show right now to maintain low-stress levels.
"I know it's not right for me to tell you to change the show, but," He released a hefty sigh as he collapsed next to you on the couch. His hands found the remote and turned down the volume to barely above five. "At least don't have it blasting."
"I'm pregnant." You revealed point blankly while snatching the remote and raising the volume again.
His eyes enlarged, his gaze fixed on the side of your impassive face, which remained focused on the TV screen. Silence sat on his tongue as the information worked through his brain. When he had finally processed such vital news, he lightly placed his hand over yours, which was holding the remote.
Your gaze shifted slightly to glance at him while he muted the sound. If you had not been used to his apathetic expressions, you would have missed the shimmer in his bright, periwinkle eyes. "You're pregnant?" He asked as he kept his voice from wavering.
In response, you shrugged your shoulders and whacked his hand off yours to raise the volume again. Your body pressed into the corner of the couch as if you were attempting to shield yourself from the impending statement.
Tetsuya Nigō could probably sense the moody tension and playfully licked at your fingers.
"(Y/n)." Your name was called out sternly.
That serious and humorless tone of voice nearly had shivers run up your spine. Guess it was finally time to get to the meat of the bone. Pausing the show and clasping your hands together on the back of your dog, you shifted your gaze to face your husband.
"Tetsuya."
"Why are you acting like this?" He queried while raising his arms to cross over his chest. "You're acting like what you told me is nothing. That is not nothing." There was a slight crease in his eyebrows.
A frown etched deeply on your face as you respired heavily. "I'm not. I know how serious it is. It's just that I know you don't want a baby right now, with work and all. Before, you've said that you wanted to wait until we were older."
The firmness in his eyes softened, and so did his brows. He laughed almost breathlessly while covering it slightly with his hand. "You can be so silly sometimes." Your frown stretched into a scowl. "Yes, I did want to wait until later in the future, but I also said that when I had just started my career. I have a steady job now and money saved. I can take care of you and-" He placed one of his hands on your barely showing stomach. "I can take care of this little one."
Every fiber of your being had relaxed, the tension fading while you placed a hand over his. "But we are still so young." You murmured.
He nodded his head before leaning in and placing a soft smooch on your lips. "That is true, yes. But I want nothing more than to spend my time with you and raising our child." Kuroko informed, his hand on your belly warming the skin beneath.
Yes, that is 'our' child. A baby is growing in your tummy, a clear sign of your bond. You giggled slightly to yourself for having such pessimistic thoughts about this sweet man.
"What?" Your husband asked, his lips slightly quirked.
Grinning, you shook your head while reaching over to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Nothing, just happy."
"I'm happy, too."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ
✦ "𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬!?"
A groan echoed in the bathroom as you tossed the test down on the counter. Your hands pressed into the marble as you leaned your weight on it.
You wanted to swear or at least cry a little, but it was in the middle of the night. Aomine couldn't know this yet, so you still have to work your own head around this information in silence. It took you all day just to work up the courage to do it because you couldn't relax enough to go to sleep.
With your husband's ability to nearly sleep through anything, you let yourself swear under your breath. This was reality; several tests all displayed 'positive.' All seven different brands stared right back at you with that +.
Stepping back, you ran a hand through your hair and glanced at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a nervous wreck right now, and you were feeling like one, too. Your legs could barely hold you up, and you let yourself drop to the ground.
Slouching against the door, you bit your lip and stared at the tiled floor. Were you excited to have your husband's baby? Well, of course, you've dreamed of having a big family with him since high school.
The issue and the reason why you were feeling queasy had to do with your husband's profession.
As a diligent and actively engaged Police Lieutenant, he was constantly rushing in and putting himself in danger every day. It did not help with his stubborn and reckless personality, which often resulted in him doing things before thinking.
It was his passion, and he was passionately dedicated to his job. He desired to help those in need and make your city safer. So if it meant getting a few cuts and gashed here and there, he was fine with it.
To accomplish his goals, he would put himself in danger, which was the bane of your existence and what kept you up at night.
Yes, you wanted this baby, but the dread was holding back any form of excitement. What if he is killed, leaving you and your child alone? You can barely even stand the idea of your child having to grow up without ever being able to meet their father.
There was a groan from outside the door before it was abruptly opened. The sudden movement spurred you to fall back and knock your head on the carpeted floor.
As soon as your eyes met his navy blue gaze that had his brows quirked inquisitively, you bounced back up to your feet.
Aomine released a tired sigh as he scratched at his bare stomach. "I gotta take a piss."
"Yeah." You squeaked before clearing your throat. "Yeah, of course. Gimmie a second." Discreetly, you tried to close the door while pushing the test into a drawer.
However, his keen eyes must have caught a glance as he pushed the door open effortlessly and stepped inside. "(Y/n)." He stated in the manner in which you knew you might not be able to lie your way out of this. "No wonder you were hacking up a storm the past month."
Your stomach stirred as if you were going to retch at that moment, yet you pushed it down with a strenuous swallow.
"It's not what you think." You mumble, eyes stationed on the ground from the inability to meet his gaze.
The navy-headed male scoffed as he pushed you aside to open the drawer. He stared at the multiple tests for a few seconds before leaning against the door frame and folding his arms. "When were you going to tell me?"
With eyes stationed on your feet, you mumbled out a response shamefully. "I just took them, so I wasn't sure yet. I definitely hadn't planned for you to find out tonight."
He must have been glaring at you with how you felt his piercing gaze. Abruptly, the tan-skinned man grasped your left wrist and yanked you to his chest. Your gaze shot up at his handsome face, which was showcasing evident anxiety and vexation.
"Why didn't you want to tell me? It's not something to hide unless it's not mine." He conveyed as if it hurt him to say those words.
It did not take long at all for you to feel guilty. "Can you not accuse me of having an affair and listen to me." You stated that your husband responded a few seconds later by releasing your wrist. Respiring another breath, your hands found their pace anxiously at your belly. "It's just that I have a lot to fear. You put yourself in danger all the time, just rushing in. I can't bear it if you die and leave me and this kid all alone. I know you love your job, but-"
He ceased your rambling by leaning down to place his lips on yours and kiss you nearly zealously. His arms moved to grip the back of your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly and rested your bottom on the counter.
You didn't want to give in, but how could you give up such an intimate kiss? You responded in the same manner, kissing him deeply, expressing yourself heartily. There will be no other man that you could love like this. If you were to lose him, it would be like having half of yourself ripped out.
A single tear had fallen from your eye, which your husband immediately noticed. He pulled back with a heavy inhale and swiped the tear away with the back of his hand.
His gaze was much softer, and he must have thought deeply about your fear. What if he were to be gone? Then he could never touch you, either. Aomine pressed himself between your legs as he enveloped his strong arms around your torso and pulled you in for a firm embrace.
"I know it scares you, baby." He expressed softly and placed a kiss on your temple. "It scares me too sometimes. But I would never leave you alone to fend for yourself. Hell would have to freeze over first before I ever give up and die."
"I know." You sniffled.
The navy-eyed male released an arm, placing an open palm underneath your sleep shirt and resting it on your belly. "All I want to do is protect you, make sure nothing could ever happen to you. I'll do the same for this baby, but for damn sure, I'll be here to experience it. I can't go die before my wife and child."
Of course, you just had to cry. You couldn't hold back the streams of tears as they cascaded down your face. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his back and pressed your face into his chest. "I love you."
"I love you too, ya' big crybaby." You could practically hear a grin in his voice. He hugged you back just as tenderly before pulling back and holding your shoulders. His navy blue eyes looked as if he were examining something on your chest inquisitively.
"I can't wait for your boobs to grow! They're gonna get humongous!"
Aaand, there he goes, ruining a sweet moment. "Daiki!"
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴜʀᴏ
✦ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲."
You've read the same sentence over and over at this point, the same thing as you're unable to get any farther than that in your book. Attempting to keep your mind preoccupied with the thriller fantasy remained futile as your mind continued to replay your doctor's visit over and over again.
For a few weeks, you've been feeling ill and sickly, with your stomach churning every time you ate. Even your breast felt plumper, and your joints ached, so at that point, you knew it warranted a doctor's visit.
Assuming it was the flu, you were proved a fool when the doctor declared your illness as pregnancy.
Overjoyed, you couldn't have smiled any larger after hearing the news. Yet that smile had swiftly fallen when you thought deeper about it. Yes, you were going to have your lovely husband's child, but you were also going to birth an heir for his company.
You knew exactly how difficult it was to grow up in a wealthy household with an overbearing, demanding father. Akashi experienced an even worse version of that, and it made sense that it was exactly how your husband was going to act.
It's all he knew, and like father-like child, they would have the same mindset. Strive for the best and win no matter who you have to crush.
It was a not-the-healthiest environment, and you couldn't bear to give your child such a stressful workload and a domineering father. There was only so much you could do to give your child an actual childhood without straining your relationship with your husband.
By raising the child maturely, he'd be taking away his child's youth just as his own father had.
At the time, the doctor had noticed your sudden uneasiness and handed over a business card: "If there is something wrong and you are unable to have this baby, then you can call this number and schedule a meeting. They'll do it safely and ethically. However, it is your choice to choose whatever will be best for you and your baby."
Her words have stayed in your head, droning over again and again as you weighed your options. You loved your husband deeply, with all your heart, considering how you married him almost right after high school. Continuing your lineage wasn't a topic brought up, as you both enjoyed the bliss of married life.
You two are still young, and you weren't sure if you were ready to disrupt that life because of the chaos of raising a child with different views. Soon, you were going to have to make a decision; you couldn't just lie in bed all day.
A) You could give birth normally and fight nearly all the time on the way to raising your child.
B) Let the information of pregnancy remain a secret and get an abortion.
C) Pack your things and leave without informing him to raise the child in secret yourself.
All of them seemed like such extreme options, with neither being able to produce the greatest result. Either way, you're going to have to choose one.
The sound of your bedroom door opening snapped you out of your myriad of thoughts and brought you back to the present. Darting your eyes back down to your book, you attempted to seem preoccupied.
"I see that you are better." Your husband's voice fills the room as he steps closer to the bed. He rested the back of his hand against your forehead and felt the heat of it. "Still warm, however."
Glancing up, you gave him a slight nod and cleared your throat. "Welcome home, love. I didn't expect you to be home so early. I was even going to take a bath."
He hummed in response and leaned down to kiss your temple. "Don't let me stop you," he murmured with a slight quirk on his lip. "There wasn't much to discuss at the meeting, so instead of wasting everyone's time, I sent everyone home early."
You could only produce a weak smile before returning your attention to your book. "In a little bit, then."
Akashi nodded as he stepped back to stride over to the walk-in closet and removed the blazer from his black suit. "So, how was your doctor's appointment?" Clothes shuffle, and the bin clicks as he changes. "I assume that it was nothing serious as you're not freaking out or acting as if your dying."
His teasing remark almost makes you laugh, but the situation is dire. "It was the flu, so my doctor prescribed some medicine and bed rest." You'll lie for now and take the time to figure out the game plan.
He hummed to himself before walking out and fixing the buttons on his sleepwear. "I see, so there is nothing else?" He queried with his duo-colored gaze, staring at your face.
You shook your head no while keeping your attention focused on the book, even though you've been looking through your peripheral.
Nodding his head of bright crimson hair, he stepped back into the closet, and you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.
The stress was getting to you already, and it seemed that you would take up that bath now. Pushing yourself up to your feet, you dragged yourself to the personal bathroom and turned on the faucet.
Gushing hot water pooled in the porcelain white basin before it became oblique as you sprayed bubbles and bath salts into it.
Discarding your clothes right there, you stepped in carefully before relaxing against the cushioned backrest. It seems Akashi was already lying down as he left you to enjoy your bath in peace.
And so you did, turning on the jets and letting the pulsating water massage your tense muscles. It wasn't until your fingers were pruned and the water-cooled that you got out and wrapped yourself in a towel.
In the main room, your husband was lying down while reading a newspaper. "Did you have a nice bath?" He asked without looking your way.
"Yes." You murmured while entering the walk-in closet and searching for loose sleepwear.
"You know," Akashi began, and your heart skipped a beat of dread. "I've acted unaware to spare some from appearing incompetent, but I do not like being played a fool."
Almost immediately, your mouth grows dry, and you struggle to swallow. "Where are you going with that?"
He doesn't respond immediately; you can only hear the sound of his newspaper shuffling. Waiting a few more seconds and only receiving silence, you stepped out and peered nervously around the corner.
Of course, the man himself sat crossed arm on his side of the bed as he met your gaze. "I don't like liars, (Y/n)."
"But I didn't!" You refute before sighing and sitting at the edge of the bed on your side. "I just hadn't had the time to think it through."
"Huh?" The bright-eyed man questioned. "What is there to think through? You're pregnant with my heir, and we have everything we need to provide for that child."
Biting your bottom lip, you contemplate whether or not you should now begin arguing about how you'd both differ on raising this baby. "Of course, the materialistic aspect is there, but Sei... you don't have much fatherly instinct. You treat everything like it's a business transaction."
Akashi's duo-colored eyes looked up in the right corner as he placed a curled finger against his chin. "Do I treat our relationship like that?" He asked almost playfully, yet there was an underlying vexation to it.
"Well, you used to. It wasn't until we had that break you came back to me, actually showing your vulnerability and willingness to not put up a wall with me." You picked your words carefully, not desiring to insult him or make him feel embarrassed.
"That's right, before." His clothes shuffled as he stood up to venture around the bed and take a seat by your side. "It's a shame you think so low of me and decide to lie. I'm your husband, the only person you're supposed to be truthful with."
You feel shameful and are unable to meet his gaze even as he's right by your side. "I-I don't. We are both aware of how our parents raised us, and you have taken after your father in more ways than one. I just know you'll raise them with independence and maturity that would snatch away the ignorance of childhood."
Silence, you can barely even hear the sound of your own breathing. What was he thinking? Was he taking you seriously, or would he just think it was the hormonal ramblings of a pregnant woman?
"(Y/n)." He calls tenderly and reaches over to place a hand over yours that was in your lap. "I understand where you are coming from, but I wish you had had this conversation with me earlier instead of thinking so low of your own husband."
"I'm sorry."
Akashi sighed and leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder so he could hug your side. "You were not completely baseless; however, with you by my side, you'd be the voice of reason to step in if I were to fall into my father's ways."
This time, you were finally able to raise your head and meet his gaze. "But that is how relationships become strained, with the constant arguing." You state almost with a quivering lip.
"I'd like to think that our relationship is stronger than that." He mused with his other hand, which was still covering your hand, to tap at your wedding ring. "We will figure things out, my love. But we have to communicate, not keep things to ourselves. And I know you always try to fix things yourself, but marriage means sharing that burden."
A slight grin plays on your lip as you look at him. "I always knew you were very mature for your age, but I hadn't known you were this judicious. I'm sorry for lying and almost doing something drastic."
"And I'm sorry for making it seem that you couldn't trust me. We still have a lot to learn about our marriage."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴍᴜʀᴀꜱᴀᴋɪʙᴀʀᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ
✦ "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭."
The growing weight and plumpness of your breasts were something you had assumed resulted from the considerable amount of sweets you eat together. You also had been eating confectionaries that had been too rich before.
But it made sense that the food cravings you've been having were all sweets, the favorite of your dear sweet husband. The food bill is going to get out of control with now the added hankerings of a child.
Though, as great as the news was, you did have some reservations about the situation. You had not been born the healthiest, with a forever ailment cursing your lungs. Your doctor was quick, as she provided a prescription and set up appointments with specialists to be on top of that.
It might be a difficult pregnancy, but the aspect of growing a whole new life in your belly was a difficult and strenuous task to begin with. However, having a family, a child, with the man you loved would give you such purpose.
However, the amount you need to clean from wrappers and rubbish might just drown you all. It isn't very pleasant cleaning all the time, but you cannot help but giggle and imagine the future with your husband and your baby.
It would be nice to have a little mini version of your husband running...no lazying around when your husband was at work for long hours or playing basketball with his high school buddies.
When you came home from your appointment, you were still on a blissful high from the information. It felt almost like a fairy tale, and nothing could break that joy currently.
Murasakibara should be leaving work soon, and you still haven't prepared dinner, so an idea came to mind. What better way to tell such important information than with his all-time obsession, confections?
Even though your husband was more skilled than you in baking, you've watched him enough to do some basic things. A small cake with four thinner cakes should do it. You'll ice them differently, with the left side being baby blue and the right a bright pink.
You'll use a frosting bag, put a thin point on it, and write the words, 'Would daddy like a girl or a boy?' It was cute, maybe a bit cringe-worthy, but that's what made it noteworthy. It's a memory that you'll never forget.
Placing it on the stand in the dining room, you returned to the kitchen to begin dinner. Another hour and the lavender-headed male will be coming home, so there is just enough time to make dinner.
It's so exciting and surreal to be pregnant, to hold a whole life right inside of you. You wonder if they'll look like your husband or have his lazy genes. The ability to imagine and envision a future of what is to come is so remarkable that you can't wait to share that joy with your husband.
"(N/n)-chin." Murasakibara's voice calls out as the front door closes.
Barely holding down a smile, you wipe your hands and approach him. "Hi, honey." He leans down just as you step up on your tippy toes to kiss him. He smells like candy and flour. "How was work, Atsushi?"
"Busy." He replied in his usual tone as he stood back to his full height to remove his coat. "What's for dessert?"
Your teeth bite into your bottom lip as you hold in a giggle. He's so silly and cute. "Well, I did make you something special, but how about you eat dinner first?" He clicks his tongue but silently walks with you to the kitchen to get his plate. "I'm not really hungry, but I'll sit with you while you eat after I finish washing dishes."
"Okay." He murmurs while grabbing his plate. You watch his hunching figure trek toward the dining room and internally squeal.
With jittery hands, you turn on the sink to begin washing dishes, yet it does not take long for you to hear him call out your name from the other room. "(N/n)-chin."
"Yes, honey?"
His heaving footsteps echoed as he approached before you saw him crouch by your side in your peripheral. Murasakibara's large hands reached for your hips as he slightly pushed your body at an angle so your stomach was facing him.
"It doesn't..." His fingers trailed toward your tummy as he lifted your shirt and dragged his calloused skin against the soft flesh. "It doesn't look like our baby is in there."
How does he always manage to say the sweetest things? Smiling, you turned off the water and bent down to look at his crouching figure. "That is because I've only been pregnant for a few months, honey. Our baby is only about the size of a plum."
"Tiny." He whispered with his violet eyes twinkling. The large man leaned forward and pressed his lips against the soft flesh of your belly. "So tiny. How am I not going to hurt such a tiny thing?"
Ugh, there is only so much cuteness you can take, and you're close to overloading. "Well, when they come in nine months, they're going to be much larger. And with it being your baby, it might be one heavy baby." You teased while reaching down to caress the side of his face.
Your husband hummed, vibrating your belly as he appeared to think to himself. "I wonder what kind of candy they'll like?"
"Ah, ah." You stressed the vowels and patted his face a little harshly. "They won't be able to digest candy for months, maybe even several years."
"Annoying." He grunted before blowing a raspberry on your tummy. Your abdomen flexed as you giggled and pushed him from the tickling. "I want to feed them sooner. I want to feed them now."
Wagging a finger, you spoke to him sweetly. "Nine months. Now, get up, and you can feed me some cake for now."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴋɪꜱᴇ ʀʏᴏᴜᴛᴀ
✦ "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐚!?"
"Ryouta, don't be ridiculous." You chastised your overbearing and protective husband in the check-up room. "How would I even get infected with that?"
"Then it's gotta be COVID-19-" You placed a hand over his mouth as you rubbed your temples.
It's not as bad as he's been making it out to be. You've just been extremely lethargic and unable to sleep well. It felt like you were having the systems of PMS, which made you think that it was what just came with being a woman.
So you refused to go to the doctors at first, yet Kise, being Kise, rambled about the what-ifs, even suggesting cancer. At that point, you had to go in and put his mind at ease.
The doctor had already done some blood work and taken some samples, so the two of you were just waiting. "(Y/n)-cchi, what if it's something deadly because you took so long to get a check-up? That's why it's taking so long for us to get your results back!"
"My god(s)!" You snapped and pinched his cheek harshly. "Stop assuming the worst, you hypochondriac! It's probably the flu or something!"
"Actually!" Both of your heads whipped towards the door as your doctor stepped in with a teasing grin. "I'm here to deliver some good news." Handing over a piece of paper, you snatched it quickly and read over the words.
"Pregnant?" You read it quietly before gasping audibly. "Pregnant?!"
Kise gripped your shoulders and shook you in your stop with this enormous, overpowering grin on his lips. "Pregnant! We're going to have a little us running around!" He squealed.
Your doctor nodded as he sat by his computer and began typing away. "It's always lovely to see the joy of new parents. I'll prescribe some prenatal and sleeping medicine for insomnia. I'm also going to put in a referral for the OB/GYN. You'll start to see them for your pregnancy checkups."
Still stunned by the new information, you struggled to hold in your own joy as you clasped your hands tightly around your husband and squeezed. How nice it will be to have a miniature version of your partner while he is gone long hours flying.
"Alright, that's done. The two of you are free to go and celebrate if you have no more questions," the doctor conveyed. With that, Kise did not need to be told twice, as he was rushing the two of you out of there.
He's practically dragging you outside and toward his car. "Baby! Babies! Hehe, we're going to have the cutest baby!" He giggles with that massive grin.
It's infectious, and you struggle to hold down your own smile. "We are going to have the cutest baby ever."
Agreeing with your remark, he opened the passenger side door and ushered to you. However, once you sit down, he's already leaning over to buckle you up himself. "Ryouta, I can do it myself. I'm not disabled."
"I know~." He stretches his words before kissing you on the lips and then on your nose. "I just feel like I need to step up and be the most amazing husband and soon-to-be father. And I get the excuse to dote on you in the meantime."
You feel the strain in your cheeks as you smile again, with warmth blossoming on your face. "Oh geez, you can be so cute sometimes."
"No, you." He refuted while crouching, his hands reaching to grasp your hand. Kissing the wedding ring on your finger, he meets your gaze with strong, unwavering eyes. "Not only do I get to have you as my wife, but now the mother of my child. This is so cool!"
Even though Kise can be overdramatic, loud, and overbearing, he is bright, bubbly, and a big ball of optimism. He was easy to love...and easy to get annoyed with, too, but it was even more challenging to be mad at him. Either way, you loved him with all your heart. Now, your family of two will be three in nine months.
To think you'd be a mother already, phew, was still a little shocking, but it was still extremely prideful. You get to have this lovingly amazing man's baby.
You must have had an affectionate expression on your face, considering your husband couldn't help but lean up and kiss your lips tenderly. He tasted like coffee cake. "All buckled up, mommy~." Kise sang before making his way to his side of the car."
Rolling your eyes, you leaned back and crossed your ankles. "Don't be cringe."
"It's in my nature." He rebutted while turning on the car and pulling out of his parking spot. "Ouu! I can't wait until I tell everyone at basketball. Especially my co-pilots. They're gonna be so jealous!"
"Oh, I'm sure." You mused and reached over to hold his free hand. "You'll be a great father, Ryouta."
He peeked over at you, his face blushing softly as he grinned again and returned his vision to the road. "I love you so damn much."
"I love you too, you silly man."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ
✦ "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞."
It's taking forever to get your results back from the doctor. You honestly should have gone home instead of agreeing to wait. You don't have all the time in the world to just sit around and bide your time just to be told what kind of sickness you have.
It would have been so much easier if your husband, who was an accomplished doctor, could give you a check-up himself. However, his fear of germs and your coughing quite literally had him push you away and set up an appointment for you on his computer.
And, of course, on the day of, he was called in, so you had to go alone, which made you even more annoyed. Now you're just here, lying on the examination table with your fingers tapping on your own arm. It just so happened that even your phone had died, so now you have nothing but your own rambling thoughts to fill the time.
However, you will admit that it is nice to have a break from the Oha Asa radio station blaring from Midorima's office at home.
You loved that man and all his quirks, but sometimes, they did get bothersome if you were already on your last nerve.
Abprutly, there was a knock at the door that spurred you to fling up and fix your sitting position. Your doctor came in with a smile, though you couldn't hide your surprise when she was followed in by your husband.
"Shintarou?" You called and rubbed at your arms anxiously. "Is everything okay?"
The basil-headed man attempted to speak, yet he tripped over his words, which compelled the blush on his face to grow in hue.
Your doctor sighed and pushed him aside as she met your gaze. "Great news! You're pregnant, Midorima-san!"
With your mouth falling agape, you thrust your head forward as your heart skipped a beat. "You have to be joking with me. What's really wrong?"
The two doctors gave each other a side-eyed look before glancing back at you. "We are serious, (Y/n)." Your husband stated. "Your bloodwork proves that you are p-pregnant." He tripped over his words with the ruddiness on his cheeks darkening.
"Oh." You muttered, slouching in your seat with your gaze dropping to the ground. "Oh." Once your brain started working, you pointed an accusing finger at the emerald-eyed man. "This is all your fault, ya' damn green bean!"
"(Y/n), please, not here." Midorima pleaded with his hands raised.
You could only 'hmph' to yourself while crossing your arms beneath your bust. "Now I have to be disabled for nine months. I won't be able to bend over or even tie my own shoes. And I'm going to get so fat."
The doctor laughed while she wrote something on a piece of paper. "It gets easier with time. I'll leave you two alone for now, but I'll give you this paper with your prescription and appointment date." She handed it over and congratulated you both once more before leaving the room.
Midorima cleared his throat as you stared at him with a brow raised. Your finger was tapping impassionately as your legs swung. "I-I'll call Takao to take you home." He murmured without meeting your gaze.
You hummed in response, glaring right at his head. He appeared to have more he wanted to say yet struggled to relay them. Instead of wasting both of your time, he turned around and grasped the handle yet stalled like a statue.
Slowly, he turned back to face you and bit into his bottom lip. "I...I am delighted that we get to grow our family." Your glare fell in an instant at his words. "There's no one I'd rather be married to or have be the mother to my child."
At that moment, your annoyance had dispersed with the realization that you would really be growing your soulmate's baby within you. A child shared between your love will be here in nine months and will be loved wholeheartedly by their father.
Midorima has a lot of love to give, and you can be sure that your child will only know what a loving household is like.
"Sweet talker." You jib and release your crossed arms to help push yourself off the examination table. "I know you'll be a great father." Your hands found his waist as you leaned up on your toes to kiss him on the lips. "We can talk more about this later.
Even his nose looked bright pink as he shifted his gaze away bashfully. "Please do not tease me at work."
He knew from the very beginning - he is down bad. It may not have been at first glance, but each conversation with you made his heart flutter more and more, to the point where he began to consider seeing a doctor, worried about possible cardiovascular disease. He was quick to notice you didn’t feel the same way about him, but it was fine. For the time being, simply being by your side was enough. Being able to see you surprised, angry, annoyed, happy, flustered, was all making him fulfilled. He was patient: he knew that if he just won you over, step by step, in the end you would love him back and he would be able to give you the whole world, just to make sure you were happy.
At some point he noticed that the way you behaved around him and others was different. He pretended not to see the subtle glances or the way you got flustered. At first he thought it was a nuance, the way you were always there when he needed you. He promised himself he would treat you coldly, so as not to give you false hope.
But to his own surprise, he couldn’t bear to see you smile like that around anyone else. He couldn’t stop this throbbing in his heart whenever he caught another guy giving you the treatment you deserved. He felt like a complete idiot - before he even realised it, he was craving your attention, your adorable, nervous face and, what he'd never admit, he couldn't stop thinking about your smile before he fell asleep. Why did it take him so long to realise how much he was in love with you?
Hey heeey, can you Please write about GOM+kagami going out all together with their partners and their partners decide to give their boys spicy chocolates (ifykyk) and see who gets up faster ready to leave with their partner and where do u think theyll do it? With nsfw ofc(plz plz plz plz)
He opens the box and.....
Akashi carefully lifts the lid, sees what is inside, then calmly sits the box back down. He makes no indication that he is aware of what is in the box, nor any hint that he is pleased with his present, which makes his partner feel on edge. They spend the entirety of the time at the event, as Akashi does not get to see his friends often, but once they are in the car ready to head home he lets his fingers go to work on them in the backseat.
Aomine arches a brow when he sees what is inside and immediately decides to leave. He barely wanted to come in the first place, but he knew Kuroko wouldn't talk to him if he bailed completely. Aomine lets the two of them stay for the first round and immediately calls it a night. He pulls his partner into a bathroom. Kissing them. Working up their shirt. He tries to convince them to do it right here. If they were so naughty to give him the chocolates then it shouldn't be a problem. They should have known what they were getting into.
Kise giggles. Not because of what is inside the box but because he has been excited all week to get their chocolates. He doesn't want to brag, but Kise gets a lot of them. Although his partner's are his favorite. Seeing what's inside, a dainty blush coats Kise's cheeks and he quietly puts the boxes away. The two of them stay a bit longer before Kise fakes a call from his agent and they have to leave. He is too impatient to make it home so he books a love hotel on the way to spend the night. Renting out a few "gifts" of his own from the selection.
Kuroko just looks at it with a puzzled look. Taking longer than probably needed to understand what the chocolate was before he gets it. He let's out a small 'thank you' to his partner, then tucks it away in his bag. He spends the rest of the night with his friends but after, when they are home, he nuzzles into his partner, peppering them with kisses, and tells them how silly they were. Kuroko might be oblivious sometimes, but he doesn't need hints to do that.
Midorima nearly cracks his glasses at the shock. This was not the 'lucky' item he has been expecting when his partner teed up the gift. They make it through the event at a normal, socially acceptable amount of time to be there, before they go home and Midorima shows them the importance of boundaries. By tying them up and letting them squirm for a while.
Murasakibara sees the chocolate, has no recognition on what it is, and eats it straight away. He has to be told later what it was by his partner. To which he just turns bright red and apologizes for not noticing. He makes it up to them back at home. Telling them that they taste sweeter than chocolate, while he's down on his knees.
+Kagami turns bright red. He had seen stuff like this in America. Honestly too young to be exposed to such things but he & Himuro were always too curious for their own goods. He can't sit there very long with what he feels is like a ticking time bomb in his bag, so he and his partner leave soon after. Once they are alone, Kagami scolds them for pulling a stunt like that in public. To which his partner says they thought he would like getting something sexy. To which then Kagami replies that they are sexy enough without the gimmicks. He spends the rest of the night proving how much he can't keep his hands off them.
