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.
Aomine, who'll leave you on opened when you ask him to buy you your favourite snack. Leaving you to think hes ignored the message only for there to be a knock on your door a few minutes later. "Yeah, yeah." he'll roll his eyes at your huge grin, trying to hide his own small curve at the corner of his mouth.
Aomine, who'll take small glances every 5 seconds just to make sure you're still watching him practice.
Aomine who, when he does glance and sees you watching, will smirk and dunk on his opponents with ease just to show off. It works.
Aomine, who keeps his eyes dead on you as he lifts his shirt to wipe the glistening sweat on his forehead. The tan skin of his abdomen fully on display, abs clenching as he scoffs when he sees that flustered look on your face.
Aomine, who'll stay behind 'cleaning' up after practice with you. Giving Wakamatsu the nastiest glare when his eyes are wide with surprise to see the ace of all people helping out to clean.
Aomine who, when everyone's gone, will grab your hand and lead you into the locker rooms. Hes just not that tired after practice.
Aomine, who'll push you up against some locker with his head lowered to meet your lips. That smirk casted on his lips.
Aomine, whose tongue grazes over yours in a state of desperate yet controlled frenzy. He just reaaaaaaally wants to taste his girl.
Aomine, whose teeth grazes the sweet delicate soft flesh on your neck with his forearm planted above your head against the locker. His ear was lowered right next to your parted lips, drinking in the soft little whimpers you so desperately attempted to hold back.
Aomine who draws his thumb down your bottom lip, parting your lips open because he did not like the fact you were trying to be quiet.
Aomine, who lets out a raspy groan -almost growl- when his fingertips trace over the massive wet spot soaking through the thin fabric between your legs. "Fuuuuck." he chuckles, sharp canines flashing through the grin etched on his face.
Aomine who pulls that stupid fabric aside to trace one finger from the bottom to the top of your slit with touch light as a feather, never once daring to take his eyes off of your face just to watch how your nose crinkles or how your lips stay parallel to each other; just to admire you and your reactions to his touch.
Aomine, who finally slips one finger inside of you. He starts moving slow, in and out of your velvety walls that seem to be desperately sucking him in for more. And when he finally slips in another, you feel a trail of moans building up in your throat.
Aomine, who'll tease you by going fast only to slow down a second later. He keeps dead eye contact with you as he lowers himself. Lower. Lower. Lower. Until he's face to face with your desperate little cunt.
Aomine who lifts one of your legs over his shoulder as he kneels in front of you, saliva gathering in his mouth as he breathes you in. Hes soooooooo hungry. Before you know it, his tongue is oscillating from your sensitive clit to where his fingers pump steadily inside and out of you.
Aomine who is literally slurping the glistening slick greedily between his lips, chin lustrous with your scent. Your moans echo in the locker room, fingers tangled in those navy strands with your back arched. The scene was sinful to say the least.
Aomine, who drives you to your limit. You're hair messy, cheeks flushed and your moans growing louder. He relished in it. The cocky bastard went faster. Deeper. And when you finally came, dripping all down his chin and down his wrist? He rose again, carefully moving your leg off of his shoulder only to make dead eye contact and lick it all up. His tongue trailed down his wrist, collecting your slick on his tongue then his lips wrapped around his fingers and sucked.
"Fuck'n beautiful, princess." he huffs out a laugh.
Midorima had been restless all evening, you could tell. His shoulders never loosened, no matter how many times you reassured him, and his movements felt just a little too cautious, as if he were holding himself together by force. His room was neat as always, the folded blanket at the edge of the bed, the stack of books aligned perfectly on his desk, and of course, his lucky item placed carefully within reach. It was as if he needed order to anchor himself against what was about to pursue.
He had already set his glasses aside on the nightstand, though his hands trembled as they reached for you. When his fingertips brushed your arm, his touch was so hesitant it made you ache. “Y/N,” he muttered, his voice low, his anxiousness was definite. “Don’t misunderstand me. I simply cannot allow you to think I regard this as something careless, or that I would ever approach you with such shallow intent. I am aware that I may have… over prepared. Perhaps I am doing too much. But-” his words faltered, and his hand closed firmly around yours, his warmth betraying the composure he fought to keep, “…I want this to be perfect. For you. For us.” His words were clumsy, his body stiff, but the flush burning down his neck told you more than he ever could. You raised your free hand and grabbed his cheek.
“Shintaro..you talk way too much." You whispered before pulling his face down, your lips clashing against his. It was desperate, clumsy at first, then growing more deeper with every heartbeat. The composure he had clung to so tightly slipped through his fingers with each second that went by, and all that was left was feelings. Intense feelings. When things went further and clothes were finally being thrown to the side. He'd prep you just enough to make sure you were comfortable enough to take him on. Finally he put a condom on and looked at you, a faint flush painting his cheeks, hair messy from your hands. "I just want to confirm you want this before I proceed.." You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.. "We're dating Shin..of course I want it...do you??" His lips twitched into the smallest, most vulnerable smile. “…More than ever, my love. He said as he slowly buried his length within your walls, You snapped your eyes shut at the sharp sting of pain. Immediately, Midorima bent down, resting his forehead against yours, his breath uneven but his body frozen in place. He didn’t dare move, not even slightly until you signaled him to. Each move feeling so blissful for the both of you. He slowly increased his pace, not taking his eyes off you the entire time.
When it was finally over, he withdrew carefully, discarding the condom in the nearby trash bin before leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. Then, almost immediately, he reached for his glasses.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice, the nervous edge clear despite his usual formality. “I… hope I was not too rough. Was I… adequate?"
You smiled softly, brushing his arm. “You were perfect, Shin.”
A flush crept across his cheeks, though he gave only a small nod in acknowledgment. Rising from the bed, he retrieved a towel and returned, tending to you with meticulous care. Afterwards, he offered you the glass of water he had set aside earlier, holding it steady until you had finished drinking. When you were settled, the two of you remained together in the quiet, his back against the headboard, your head tucked against his chest. His heartbeat was still uneven beneath your ear, his hand resting lightly on your back. For a long time, he stared ahead, dazed, as if he could hardly comprehend that it had truly happened, that he had finally allowed himself to go so far, and that you had entrusted him with something so important. Only when your breathing softened into quiet snores did he finally glance down at you. His lips curved into a smile. “…I have never desired anyone so strongly before,” he whispered, his voice soft. “Not until I met you. I am… grateful my first time was with you.”
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Daiki Aomine
You weren’t sure how you ended up here, with Aomine in the quiet of his room, but the grin on his face told you he’d been waiting for this as much as you had. Especially with your gorgeous tits fully on display for him, nipples hard under his fingers. “Knew this would happen sooner or later,” he muttered, smirk tugging at his lips as he rolled one nipple between his thumb and finger. “Bet you’ve been waitin for this, huh?”
You rolled your eyes, your laugh coming out shaky,. “Are you gonna make me wait longer?” That lit the spark in his eyes. He crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you deep and sloppy, tongue sliding into your mouth. His confidence radiated through every move from sucking hard on your nipples until you gasped, fingers dipping between your thighs to rub your wet pussy. Two fingers sliding in with ease. “Damn… you're so tight already,” he mumbled, pumping his fingers into you, thumb circling your clit until you were moaning his name. His cock hardened against his sweats, and when he finally pulled them down, the sight made your stomach flip at how big he was. Lining himself up, he paused, just for a second. His confidence now disappeared. His eyes softened as they gazed over your bare body, flushed and spread out for him. “Shit… you’re so fuckin pretty.” He gave a nervous chuckle. He could not believe he was inches away from this. “I’m gonna put it in, alright?”
He pushed in slowly, hissing as your heat wrapped around him, every muscle in his body tensing at how tight you were. You whimpered at the stretch, biting your lip against the sting. He froze immediately. “You good?”
“Yes, Daiki,” you panted.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he muttered, forehead dropping against yours.
When you nodded, he started moving slow at first, then deeper, harder, until your walls clenched tight around him. The sting melted into pleasure, the burn addicting as his thick length filled you again and again. Your moans spilled out without restraint, his name tumbling from your lips over and over.
"God, you’re gonna make me lose it… keep makin’ those noises, baby." he grunted. His smirk came back, his pace quickening as he ventured down into you, groaning into your ear. “Shit… you feel too good, fuck. You hear that? That’s all you how damn good you’re makin me feel.” Your nails dug into his back as his thrusts grew rougher, the bed creaking beneath the force of his movements. He kissed you hard between grunts as his hips snapped faster, chasing both your highs. "Look at you taking me so well." When you finally clenched tight around him, screaming his name, it tipped him over. He buried himself deep with a low groan, as his release filled the condom.
Aomine collapsed beside you with a huff, sweat dripping down his temple. His arm draped lazily over your waist, his grin creeping back into place. “Not bad for my first time, huh?” he teased.
You laughed breathlessly, curling into his side. “Not bad at all.”
His eyes then slipped shut, his grip tightening on you as you both drifted off to sleep.
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Ryouta Kise
You could tell from the moment his lips touched yours that Kise was nervous. Normally, his kisses carried that signature confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing. But tonight, his demeanor was different. “Y/Ncchi…” he murmured against your mouth, cupping your cheek with his hand. His golden eyes were wide, vulnerable. “I really don’t wanna mess this up. You’re… far too important to me to mess this up.” You smiled, lifting his hand from your cheek and kissing his knuckles. “Ryouta, it’s just us. You won’t mess it up, I promise.” He swallowed hard. “You say that, but my heart’s racing like crazy.” His laugh came out awkward, nervous, but he kissed you again, softer this time, as though trying to calm himself. When he pulled away, you looked up at him, cheeks flushed. “Ryouta… can I have this? Please? All we’ve done is kiss, and I want more.” The way you begged, your voice so soft and sweet, made his heart nearly burst. God, you looked so pretty asking for him like that. He let out a shaky sigh and nodded, smiling as he slowly stripped, the sight of his perfect body only making your need worse. When he slid into you for the first time, his hand clutched yours tightly, his eyes locked on your face. “Is this okay? Please… tell me when I should move.” You winced at the initial sting, squeezing his hand hard, and he froze instantly, panic flickering across his features. But once your grip loosened, he understood, moving carefully, his hips rolling slowly against yours. “Is this good? Am I going too fast?” he asked. “You’re perfect, Ryo-" Your words cut off into a loud moan as his cock brushed against your sweet spot deep inside you. Your back arched, eyes squeezing shut. Kise blinked, startled. “…Wait. Was that-?” He adjusted slightly, thrusting again, hitting the same place. Another moan spilled from your lips, louder this time. That was all it took. His nerves didn’t disappear completely, but a smirk tugged at his lips, his confidence returning with each sound you made. “That must feel really good, huh?” he whispered, his voice low, his hips snapping into that same angle again and again, determined to hear more.
Your moans filled the room, every cry of his name making his pace quicken as he buried himself deeper. “I love you so much,” he breathed, kissing you messily between thrusts. “My beautiful girl…You feel amazing around me… so warm.” By the time you reached your peak, clenching tightly around him, Kise was reaching his too, groaning against your lips as he came with you. He pulled out carefully and immediately grabbing tissues to clean you up.
When he finished, he collapsed against you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face in your neck. His body was still warm, as he whispered into your skin, his voice cracking with quiet laughter.
“…I can’t believe that just happened. With you.”
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Taiga Kagami
When you told Kagami you wanted to take the next step in your relationship, his reaction was immediate and completely Kagami. “W-what?!” he choked, eyes going wide. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he scrambled back a step “Y-you mean, like sex? Now?!" You couldn’t help but laugh as you reached out to grab his wrist before. “Yes Taiga.. It’s me after all."
“I know it’s you! That’s the problem!” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, his voice muffled. “I’m sorry..I really don't want to screw this up…” You squeezed his hand gently. “You won’t. You don’t have to be perfect. I just want you.”. He swallowed, his expression softening, though the blush on his cheeks remained. He held your hands tightly as he sat next to you. "You… really mean that?” You nodded, and his shoulders finally loosened. Eventually the kissing started. It was clumsy at first. But as the kiss deepened, so did his confidence. His hands, hesitant at first, grew firmer, sliding around your waist and pulling you close. “Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, voice rough but steady now. “Ive never done this so I don't know what I’m doing… but I swear, I’ll give it everything I’ve got. Just let me know if anything hurts alright?" You smiled softly. “Of course taiga."
From then on, the clumsiness faded into pure passion. He kissed you as he laid you down gently on the bed. His hand lingering in your whole body. You then moved his hand down to your aching wet cunt. And looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes. "Please finger me...Taiga."
“O-okay… yeah,” he muttered, swallowing hard as his fingers trailed lower. “God, Y/N… you’re so wet already.” He pressed a thick finger inside carefully, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. When you gasped, he froze. “D-did that hurt?”
You shook your head quickly, clutching his wrist. “No… keep going.” Relief washed over his face, and he added another finger, curling them slowly as he fingered into you. Your hips jerked at the sudden pleasure, a moan spilling past your lips. His pace then quickened, fingers curling deeper, his thumb brushing over your clit. Your cries filled the room, and Kagami leaned down, kissing you hard, swallowing each sound. “Shit… you sound so good,” he muttered against your lips, voice rough with need. Kagami then pulled back just enough to grab the condom from your nightstand. Hovering above you, condom now on his dick he whispered “I… I need you, Y/N. But tell me again you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” you whispered back,
“I want you, Taiga.”
That was all he needed.
He lined himself up, pushing in slowly. The stretch had you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders, and Kagami panicked instantly. “S-shit, am I hurting you?!”
“Taiga,” your smile soft even as you adjusted. “Just give me a second.”
He froze completely, arms trembling as he tried to stay still. “God… you feel so tight,” he groaned, his jaw tightening as he fought the urge to move. “I don’t know how long I can-" When you finally whispered “Move,” he let out a shaky breath and began to thrust, slow at first, then deeper.
Each time you moaned his name, his confidence grew, his pace rougher, more certain, his voice breaking between kisses. “Fuck, Y/N… you’re driving me crazy. You feel so good—I don’t ever wanna stop.”
he groaned, his forehead pressing to yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “God, you’re so… tight. I can’t-shit-I can’t hold back anymore.”
He kissed you desperately, groaning into your mouth as his hips thrusted harder. Every time your walls clenched around him, he cursed under his breath, his composure slipping further. “I’m-fuck-Y/N, I’m so close,” he gasped, voice raw. “Say my name again… please-"
“Fuck Taiga."
His hips driving deep one last time as he groaned your name, spilling into the condom. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was both of your breathing.
Then Kagami jerked up suddenly, wide-eyed. “Was I too rough?! Did I hurt you?!” His hands scrambled to cup your face, eyes darting over you frantically. “I-I was going too fast, I knew it-" You laughed breathlessly, grabbing his wrist. “Taiga. Relax. I’m fine. You were amazing.”
“…Y-you’re just saying that.”
“I mean it,” you whispered, kissing him softly. “Perfect. You were perfect.”
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Tetsuya Kuroko
“…Are you certain?” he asked, his voice calm even though he was slightly startled at your initiation to have sex for the first time. “This is important to me and I don’t want you to regret it.” You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I’m sure, Tetsuya.”
His expression softened, and he leaned forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, his hands moved carefully, unbuttoning and sliding away each layer of clothing. His fingers trailed over your skin as though he wanted to memorize every inch of you, pausing to linger over the curve of your hip and the line of your collarbone.
He then lowered his head, lips closing around your nipple as his teeth grazed gently, his tongue soothing the sting. Your back arched at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his pale hair. And the way he looked up at you, such innocent eyes doing something like this. It made you wetter by the second.
One of his hands slipped lower, sliding between your thighs, his fingers pressed inside you slowly, curling just enough to make you shiver. He didn’t ask if it felt good, he didn’t need to. The tremor in your breathing, the way your hips instinctively pressed into his hand, told him everything he wanted to know. When his mouth finally parted from your nipples, his blue eyes softened. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
"Definitley not anytime soon Tetsu." You said with a smirk. He nodded once with a small smile, without hesitation, and reached for the condom you offered. Rolling it on carefully, he positioned himself over you.
“This may hurt at first,” he said quietly. “I’ll be careful.” He slid into you slowly, his jaw tightening, his breath catching as the warmth of your walls took him in. He stayed still, his thumb brushing your cheek as his eyes stayed locked on yours. Only when you whispered “It’s okay” did he begin to move.
His thrusts were slow but as your body clung to his, his composure began to break. His breathing grew heavier. The sound of you moaning his name pulled him deeper, his hips thrusting harder. His hand moved to circle your clit in time with his thrusts, his quiet voice brushing your ear. “…You feel incredible.” When your climax hit, he followed soon after, spilling inside the condom then he carefully pulled out. He stayed there for a moment, kissing your skin, then discarded the condom.
He didn’t move far. Instead, he pulled the blanket over you, gathering you close into his chest. His heartbeat was steady against your ear, though his hand still trembled faintly where it held your back.
“…Thank you,” he murmured quietly into your hair. “I’m glad… my first time was with you.”
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Atsushi Murasakibara
You were stretched out on his bed beside him, the two of you tangled under his massive blanket. Murasakibara lay on his back lazily, one arm covering his eyes, the other draped heavily across your waist.
“Atsushi,” you whispered, pressing a kiss against his jaw.
He peeked at you with half lidded eyes. “…Hm?”
“I want you,” you said, your hand brushing across his broad chest.
His arm slid off his face, eyes widening slightly. “…Like… sex?” His voice was quiet and confused.
You nodded, cheeks warming. “Yes.”
For a moment, he just stared, lips tugging into a small pout. “…Y/Nchin… I’m too big. What if I break you?”
You shifted closer, resting your hand over his heart. “You won’t. I trust you.”
Something in his expression changed. The lazy air fell away, his jaw setting as he rolled on top of you, his frame caging you in. "Alright. But you have to tell me the second it hurts, okay?” When his clothes came off, your breath caught. His cock was huge thick, long, intimidating in a way that made your thighs press together. He smirked at the reaction. “See? You’re already scared.”
“I’m not,” you whispered, though your voice wavered. “I can take it, Atsushi.”
“That’s what you say now…” he muttered, but his fingers were already sliding between your thighs. He worked you open slowly, curling two thick fingers inside, his thumb brushing your clit until you were gasping. He kept it up until you grabbed his wrist, breathless. “I’m ready… I can take you.”
With a sigh, he lined himself up, pressing forward carefully. The head alone stretched you wide instantly, it sharply stung as your walls tried to take him. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, and he froze.
“Y/Nchin… Am I hurting you?” He said feeling the need to pull out seeing you in such state.
Tears pricked your eyes as you shook your head. “Don’t… don’t pull out. Just give me a second.”
He groaned, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “…You’re crying. I don’t like this.”
“I can handle it,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Please… just stay.”
So he did. He eased in slowly, inch by inch, until he was barely halfway inside you and still, you felt impossibly stretched, completely filled. Your body clenched around him hard, making him curse under his breath.
“…Shit. You’re so small,” he muttered, his jaw tight, sweat beading on his temple as he fought to stay still. “If I move, I’ll hurt you.”
You whimpered, clutching at his arms. “Atsushi… even like this, I feel so full. Please don’t stop.”
His hips twitched, but he forced himself still, frustration flashing across his face. “…I want to, but I can’t go any deeper tonight. You can’t take all of me yet.”
When you whined softly, he kissed you, his massive body pressing you into the mattress. “…Next time, Y/N-chin. I’ll make sure you can take me. Every inch.”
Even with the slow thrusting, the sheer stretch had you trembling, wrecked on his size alone. And when your body shuddered around him, releasing from the pressure, he let out a low groan, kissing you hard.
When it was over, he slipped out carefully, cleaning you up with surprising gentleness before pulling you against his chest, curling protectively around you under the blankets.
“…I’ll prep you as much as it takes. One day, you’ll take all of me. So don't worry."
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Seijuro Akashi
The room was dim, curtains drawn, the only light was the golden glow from the lamp by his bed. Akashi had you pinned beneath him, his body pressed to yours.
“You are certain of this, love?” he asked, voice calm but just by looking at his eyes you can see he was a bit nervous.
“Yes, Sei,” you whispered, clutching at his shirt. “I want this. I want you.”
A soft smile tugged at his lips. “…Then who am I to deny your request?” His mouth descended, kissing you before trailing down your throat, his lips grazing your sensitive skin as his hands worked with to undress you. Every touch felt as though he had studied your body and knew exactly how to make you shiver. When you were bared completely beneath him, he stilled, his gaze lingering up and down. “Goodness…” he murmured. “You’re such a sight. Do you know how exquisite you are?”
When he finally slid inside you, it was achingly slow, his forehead pressed to yours, his composure cracking just enough to let a groan slip from his throat. His hand gripped your waist tightly, anchoring himself. “So tight… you’re holding me so perfectly.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, voice low. “Almost as if you were made for me.” The words made you moan, your back arching as he began to move. Each thrust in your pussy was perfectly angled, and you cried out every time he brushed your sweet spot. His eyes never wavered from your face. The way your eyes starred at him so big and so pretty, especially when he was balls deep inside of you, it made his heart warm.
“You feel incredible, my heart,” he whispered, voice breaking into a groan as your walls clenched around him. “Every time you tighten like that… it’s as if your body itself is begging for me.” His rhythm sharpened, harder, his control slipping with each second
You gasped his name, nails digging into his shoulders. “Sound so gorgeous,” he praised, voice husky, “moaning my name like you belong to me.” Your breath hitched as he drove into you deeper, faster. His mouth captured yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries as he groaned against your lips. “Perfect. You’re perfect like this… trembling for me, my beautiful girl.”
By now his composure was unraveled completely as he fucked into you . “You feel so good… so warm. You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. No one else will ever see you like this. No one else will ever fuck you like this.” Your climax tore through you hearing him talk like that, your body clenching tight around him. The way you squeezed him broke the last of his restraint. He groaned your name, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it, burying himself deep as his body trembled with release, his lips dragging across your skin desperately as if to mark you everywhere. When it was over, he stayed inside you, chest pressed to yours. He kissed your temple, then your cheek, then your lips.
“…You are mine,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips. His eyes softened. “And I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
subby, pretty boys who gets adorably clingy whenever he gets jealous. his possessiveness hates to see you interacting with other guys—much less smile and treat them as if they’re worth your time. he’s acting up like a neglected puppy when you try talking to him, attempting to act cold and nonchalant as if he’s not side-eyeing you to see if you even care.
subby, pretty boys who can never get mad at you for long. all you have to do is sweet talk and touch him until his indifferent front shatters into dust. hold his arm, press your body against his, peck his cheeks and then his lips.
subby, pretty boys whose back instinctively sink into an arch when you’re sloppily kissing him, tongues swirling in the air between the two of you and mixed saliva dripping onto your lap. goosebumps are peeking along his spine when your cold hands slip under his shirt and touch his sides, soft moans humming out of his mouth when your fingers teased around his nipples. his breath becomes heavier when you sink your thumbs against his hardened nubs, rolling and teasing until they’re hot and raw.
subby, pretty boys who’s peering at you with that pretty, needy gaze when you free his pulsing cock from the constrain of his pants. his tip is already moist with precum when your index finger glides over his slit. you make him beg to rub his shaft, ghosting touches over the angry, pulsing head of his pretty cock until he’s whining your name with a frustrated please.
subby, pretty boys who pathetically buck their hips into your grip when the craving for the stimulation on their leaking tip gets a little too overwhelming. he’s so, so cute! biting his lip in frustration, peachy hues dusting his puffy cheeks and cock hardening right in your hand when you force his eyes to meet yours.
subby, pretty boys who curses and cries and whines like a girl when you’re still milking him after his release. you’re taunting him with a dirty smirk on your face— “look at you, acting like a damn princess. weren’t you busy pouting just a while ago?” his feet are sinking into the mattress, loosening the taut bedsheets from the way he’s squirming and kicking his legs. and you love it—how his abs tighten and pretty chest jumps, heaving for air and salvation to the aching pleasure between his legs.
subby, pretty boys who curls into your arm, eyelashes prickly with tears from how you were toying with him. you kiss the pearls away, cooing at him and pecking his whole face until you see his lips curl into a little smile. he looks the prettiest when he’s gazing into your eyes like a schoolgirl with a crush—eyebrows cutely knitting and his watery orbs reflecting the light coming from you. you really can’t help but tease his sensitive cock again! wondering if you could make his tears roll this round.
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?
cw: THESE ARE PORN LINKS that need an 18+ twitter/x account to access. fingering, piv, oralm!f!, masturbation, semi public, risky,manhandling, raw, overstim, tit sucking, blindfold (mind u half of these are from kuroko) manger!wife!gf!freshman!wlwtropes p links
a/n: two day streak? im on a roll here GoM ver.
━━━━━ ᗰᗩᗪE ✦ ᖇEᘔITIO ━━━━━
𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢
01. Fucking in the bathroom
02. Training camps were never for him, how he's missed you, your moans, squirms, body, and the feel of your cunt tightening on his length. Nothing can stop him when he's in this state, not even you.
03. Kagami gets home HUNGRY after practice. He sees you there lying down on your phone; not even a hello, just falls to his knees and begins to feast.
04. You can hear the team shouting your names, looking for the two of you, but Kagami doesn't care; he has his hands on your waist, preventing you from getting up.
"kaga—mhm....kagami they're looking f'us.."
✦
"Shit—let 'em look. You ain't going anywhere till I'm done with ya"
want more kagami?
𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐨
01. Sitting on Kuroko's face
02. Tit sucking + blindfold
03. Overstimulating you with his fingers
04. That was the sight, pro!Kuroko saw when he got home. You hadn't even realized he was home, and he didn't dare interrupt you moaning his name—touching yourself imagining it's his fingers.
05. Foreplay with Kuroko, and he is so painfully slow, just to tease you.
"Haven't even touched you properly, look how wet your panties are..."
"don't tell me you’re about to cum from my fingers."
06. Kuroko is shameless in what he wants. Coming home after a long day, all he wants is to stick his face between your thighs, not caring about ridicule or having to beg; he's into it.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐲ū𝐠𝐚
01. In the cramped space of a gym storage closet
02. Post-practice, Hyuga's patience is already stretched thin, now he has to put in that annoying rubber? He just can't do it. He's going in raw.
03. Hyuga can barely think, his face completely red, glasses keep falling on, and dick is so hard. He's so flustered his childhood crush begged for his cock he keeps missing. (trust when he gets over the awkwardness its over for you babes)
04. Hyuga didn't even hesitate when he saw your text.
'My parents aren't home, wanna hang out?'
He was already at your door, and he was fast putting you on your knees
05. Fucking your upperclassman in the science lab
𝐓𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢
01. Who would have thought coming over to your wholesome boyfriend just to study for finals would end up like this?
02. You two just made up after a huge argument. You told him that you were sorry and that you just missed touching him, and all he said
"Why don’t you touch me now?"
03. He’d been patient all week—watching you tease, stretch in tiny shorts, and flirt with others like you didn’t know what you were doing. Even an iron heart like Kiyoshi's snaps sometimes.
04. Kiyoshi could be so hesitant sometimes, crying he doesn't want to hurt you. But the minute he's in that pussy, his instinct takes over, and he is shamelessly rough.
