#ryouta

[awita2244]

"I should buy hot food since it's very cold."

-Ryota

[ectstasy]

Afterlight (1)

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2𝘬

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 , 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬

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It was early in the morning, and unfortunately, you were stuck returning a borrowed book to the school library. One you’d checked out for your occult club’s research on Japanese urban legends. You rubbed at your tired eyes for what felt like the 50th time, silently cursing your own optimism. You’d rushed out your front door, thinking that if you came early, you’d beat the line.

A stupid misconception.

Because apparently, half the school had the same idea. The line was long as hell. Students all having loads of books in hand. Either to check out or to return. The morning was horrendous because the air was cold, it was early and your morning coffee still hadn’t kicked in. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, trying not to fall asleep standing up. When you finally got close to the counter, an all too familiar voice cut through the quiet of the library.

“Sir, I swear I returned it last week! It must’ve, like-teleported or something!”

You blinked, looking up and nearly did a double take. Ryouta Kise. Your eyes slightly widened. This was your first ever time seeing him up in close. I mean after all he was thee Kise Ryouta. He couldn’t walk down a hallway without a crowd fawning over him. Model, Ace of the basketball team, straight A student and also basically perfect at everything.

Everything except, apparently, winning over the school librarian's mercy.

Because there he was, standing at the counter, going back and forth with the grumpiest librarian in the entire school. And from the look of it, he was losing.

“Excuses, excuses,” the old man huffed, crossing his arms. “This is your third late return, Mr. Kise. Do you think flashing that model smile of yours gets you out of everything?”

Kise let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, uh, it usually does?”

The librarian slammed the book on the counter. “Not here it doesn’t! You’re disrupting the sanctity of this institution! Do you even read these books or just use them as props for photo shoots?”

Kise blinked, taken aback. “Wha-Hey! That’s kinda rude! I do read...sometimes!”

“Sometimes" the librarian muttered, scribbling furiously on a notepad. “You’ll pay a fine for this one. A hefty one.”

“Come on man...seriously?” Kise groaned, clearly exasperated. “It’s just a day late!”

“Two weeks!” The librarian corrected.

Kise froze. “…Oh.”

The librarian then slapped a pink slip down on the counter. “You have until Friday to pay. Or you’ll lose borrowing privileges for the semester.”

You could see the panic flash across Kise’s face. “Lose? B-but I need books for class!”

The librarian raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. “You? Read? That’ll be the day.” You bit your lip, fighting back a laugh. Watching Mr. Perfect get roasted by a sixty year old man working in a school library was not how you expected to start your morning. But no complaining in that because it was pure entertainment.

With a giggle you then stepped forward.

“He didn’t do it on purpose, sir,” you said, slipping between them. “That book’s from my club’s research list he was just helping me out.” Both of them turned toward you. The librarian frowned, unimpressed. “You should be more responsible if you’re involving others.”

“Yes sir, I apologize,” you said quickly, giving your best innocent smile. You slid your own book across the counter. “Here’s mine too. You can check them in together.”

The librarian grumbled, scanned the barcodes, and waved you both off. “Fine. But next time, you handle your own messes, pretty boy.”

Kise blinked, visibly relieved as he turned to you. “Oh my god, thank you. Seriously. I think you just saved me from being banned for life.” You grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Don’t mention it. Looked like you were about to cry.”

“Cry?!” He gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “I’ll have you know, I’m very composed under pressure!”

You smirked. “Yeah sureee.” you teased, stepping back. “Try not to fight with any more elderly men today, yeah?”

That earned a laugh from him.

“I’ll try. But, uh, what’s your name? My savior deserves a proper thank you.”

“Y/N,” you said, shouldering your bag.

"Okay Y/N! If you need any favor from me. Please don't refuse to ask!"

You smiled “Don't worry about it. Just return your books on time, Mr. Composed.”

He shook his head, blond hair falling into his eyes. “Absolutely not! I’ll literally do anything for you! Just tell me what you want and I got it!”

You rolled your eyes and you were about to walk away, but a grin tugged at your lips as a brilliant idea popped into your head.

“Anything?” you asked, tone deceptively sweet.

“Anything,” he said confidently, flashing that model smile of his.

You unzipped your bag, rummaged through one of your folders, and pulled out a small flyer. Handing it to him with a smile, you said, “Join the Occult Club! Be our representative. I’m sure if someone popular like you joined, we’d actually have more members than… well, myself.”

His eyes widened as he pointed to the flyer. “You’re the leader of the Occult Club?” You squinted at him. “Why do you look so shocked?” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “No, no! It’s just that… I thought you were, yknow… a bit cooler.”

You gasped dramatically. “What, so just because I’m into the supernatural I’m not cool?!” Before he could respond, you slapped the flyer against his chest. “See you at our meeting at three this evening. You’re gonna see how cool the occult truly is.”

Kise’s eyes widened. “B-but I have basketball-”

“I’m sure you can skip one practice,” you interrupted, already turning toward the exit. “After all, you are the ace.”

He sighed, defeated but smiling despite himself. “Okay! Fine! See you there, Y/Nchii!”

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“When you said there were no other members than yourself, I didn’t think you were being serious…” Kise said, as he looked around the empty classroom. Every seat was empty except for the one you sat in, surrounded by stacks of books, stray candles, and a poorly drawn summoning circle on the whiteboard.

“Well, unfortunately, I was,” you replied, flipping through your worn notebook.

Kise let out a low whistle, stepping further in. “So it’s just you? No ghost hunting squad, no other creepy seniors with dark auras?” You lifted your head, deadpan. “Not unless you’re volunteering to be one.”

He laughed hearing your words. He then placed his finger to his chin. “Ehh… depends. Do I get a cool cape or something?” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “No cape. But you do get the honor of being my first official recruit. I even made you a name tag.” He watched as you proudly held up a small, hand drawn tag with his name in glitter pen and a little doodle of a ghost next to it.

Kise stared. “…You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.”

For a second, he just looked at you. For the president of the occult. You were far from the stereotype. Instead of a dark aura type of girl, your aura seemed really bright. And you were a pretty sweet girl as well. It made him curious, which lead to his official decision “Alright then. Guess I’m in.”

You tilted head, surprised. “Really?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Why not? You seem fun. Plus, who knows? Maybe I’ll actually see a ghost.” You grinned. “Careful what you wish for, Kise. Once you enter the occult, you can’t go back.”

He chuckled, sliding into the seat beside you. “Then I’ll take my chances, Y/Nchii.”

Kise leaned back in his chair. His eyes went wide in amusement once he thought about something. “Wait, wait you actually look for ghosts? Like, with gadgets and night vision cameras and all that scary movie stuff?”

You raised a brow, pretending to be offended. “Excuse me, this is a serious organization, Mr. Model. We use professional grade equipment." you reached into your bag dramatically, “such as this highly advanced EMF detector.”

His intrigued expression dropped when he saw what you pulled out of your bag. “That’s a phone with a cracked screen...”

You frowned, then looked down at the makeshift app running on your old phone. “Okay, first of all, it works. Second, it’s called being resourceful.”

That earned a small laugh from him. “Guess your quite genius huh?”

You grinned. “Thank you, even if that was sarcasm. I choose to take it as a compliment." Kise rested his chin on his hand with a smile, watching you as you continued explaining the club’s activities with an almost childlike excitement. “We investigate strange happenings around, document them, and talk about different supernatural cases we find. Urban legends, yokai sightings, haunted tunnels stuff like that.” He tilted his head. “And how many ghosts have you actually found so far?”

You squinted at him. “…That’s irrelevant.”

“So zero.”

“That’s not the point!” you said quickly, crossing your arms with mock offense. “The point is, the truth is out there, Kise! Someone has to find it.”

He looked at you your gestures, the passion in your eyes and smiled in that soft way only Kise Ryouta could. “Can't wait to join the search.”

You smiled at him. “Wow you're really serious about staying huh."

He nodded, a charming grin spreading across his face. “I said I’d do anything for you, remember? Besides, this club just got a whole lot more interesting.”

“Fine. But if you get scared and run away from a ghost, I’m writing about it in the next report.”

Kise then leaned closer to you. “Deal. But if I don’t, you owe me coffee.”

You arched a brow, intrigued. “Coffee? You’re bribing me with caffeine now?”

“Not bribing,” he said with a smirk. “Just giving you a reason to see me again.”

Your cheeks warmed slightly. “Wow you're shameless trying to use your flirting skills on me."

“And you’re adorable when you try to act like that didn't work,” he shot back smoothly. Rolling your eyes you said

“Okay, fine, Mr. Model,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “You really want to prove your bravery? Let’s put it to the test.”

Kise tilted his head, eyes glinting with curiosity. “Oh? You’re challenging me already?”

“Obviously.” You stood, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “There’s a rumor going around about the old playground behind the train tracks. They say if you go there before sunset, you can hear a little girl’s laughter.”

He blinked. “You want to go ghost hunting?”

You raised a brow. “You said you’d do anything for me.”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Yep.” You smirked, walking toward the door. “So grab your jacket. We’ve got a haunting to investigate.”

Kise sighed dramatically but smiled as he followed after you. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Y/Nchii. Otherwise, I’d never agree to something this ridiculous.”

You looked over your shoulder, eyes gleaming. “You’ll thank me when we capture a real ghost on camera.”

“Or when I survive the world’s weirdest date,” he muttered under his breath, shoving his hands in his pockets as he caught up to you.

You heard him but pretended not to. “What was that?”

“Nothing!” he said quickly, flashing an innocent grin.

You laughed. “And you call me odd.”

“Well hey,” he said, falling into step beside you, “at least I'm not odd to the point I get kicked out of the club on my first day.” You rolled your eyes.

“You're only here because I need a pretty face for my club photos,” you teased.

He chuckled softly. “Then I guess I’ll have to show you how good my ghost hunting skills are.”

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[yanderu-deredere]

ooo spicy reqeuset: how would the yan yans react to their darling trying to fake an orgasm during sex? maybe because nobodys given her an orgasm before and so shes worried that they wont make her cum so she just pretends?

a/n: pretty sure all hell would break loose LOOOL also, as an adhd bitch, i know the pains of this so fucking well and it fucking sucks

wanted to do a group up thing but decided against it becos i wanted to write drabbles so here are just some random yanderes i picked and how they'd react

if you wanted to see another different yandere, shoot me another request and id love to answer for you!

warning: female reader as requested, mentions of stalking, overstim in ryouta's and the wolf boys' parts, spanking int he wolf boys' part, degradation in the wolf boys' part, double penetration in the wolf boys' part, honestly leo just lets it all out i think

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

if he's never made you cum before, he probably wouldn't notice that you're faking it. he's not the type to really go around fucking other people. in fact, more than likely, you're his first. so he wouldn't know better

but, if he has made you cum forreal before, he'll know immediately that you're faking it and, even if he hasn't gotten off yet, he'll stop everything to ask you what's wrong and ask why you're faking it

same goes for if he's stalked you before and like has watched you make yourself cum becos then he knows what it looks like?

neway he's just an all around very observant guy who memorises how you react to things so he'd know if you're faking it or not

Eun-jeong's thrusts slowed and he ended up frowning down at you, his hands at your hips tightening but only a fraction "What's wrong?" Your face erupted into heat and you tried your best to sound confused "Huh? Wha-What'd'you mean?"

Eun-jeong took a second to think about his words carefully. He'd always been told that he wasn't exactly the most socially graceful person in the world so he wanted to really pick what he was about to say deliberately.

Because he loved you. And he wanted to finally show you the parts of him that he's been anxious to show you; all the ugly burned skin, all the big insecurities, everything.

He didn't want anything to go wrong. Except, now, it was obvious to him that you just tried pretending that you were cumming when you weren't.

It made him extremely anxious that you were faking it. Were you just unable to get off while looking at his ugly skin? Was he that bad? What was wrong?

"You… didn't cum."

Eloquent. He wanted to hit himself upside the head so bad.

You turned even more bashful, embarrassed both by the fact that you acted badly enough that it was obvious and by the fact that you got caught.

Unbeknownst to you, you could've been the best actress in the world and Eun-jeong still would've been able to tell. He knew you, has observed you at your most vulnerable moments, when you thought nobody was looking.

He liked to think he knew you better than anyone, even yourself.

The awkward silence was finally broken as you stuttered out an explanation "So-Sorry, I just-- I-- Nobody's ever made me cum before s-so I was nervous-- I-I didn't want to make things awkward by uhm, not cumming?"

Eun-jeong understood completely. Still, he shifted his hips, jostling his cock inside of you. He pulled you a little closer, sigh escaping him. "I don't care about that, puppy. It doesn't matter how long it takes; I just want you to feel good, no matter what."

You nodded hurriedly, feeling the way his cock stretched you deliciously. Honestly, this entire time, you'd been stuck at the precipice, eager to cum but unable to. Unfortunately, it's always been like that.

Eun-jeong noticed the way you nibbled at your bottom lip, your eyes flickering to where the two of you were connected. Something clicked in his mind then.

He shifted his hips again, dragging his cock out of you slowly. He could at least tell that it felt good because the walls of your pussy seemed to desperately want to keep him inside.

“How about you tell me how it feels?” Eun-jeong leaned down, his voice tickling your ear and his breath hot against your skin.

The words were on the tip of your tongue but your brain ended up blanking a little when Eun-jeong suddenly thrust his cock back in. He took your loss for words as a good sign and chuckled, his hand travelling from your waist to a little bit lower so his thumb could rub against your clit

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait. We have all night after all and I want to make sure you cum at least once.”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

super observant like eun-jeong except like maxed out so, even if he hasn't seen you cum before, he definitely can tell what's fake and what's not

not to be like cliched or anything but your body tells him exactly how you feel and he's not had any experience outside of you but that doesn't stop him from hyper-analysing your every movement

so, yes, he can tell you're making yourself clench around him and you're making your eyes roll up and that you're pretending

and he'll definitely 100% take that as an offence LOL like what, you think he's stupid??

wouldn't talk to you abt it til after he's punished you tho

“What the fuck was that?”

Your entire body stiffened and you immediately grew nervous. Thankfully, your back was facing Ryouta so he probably couldn’t see your expression but you were sure he would at least fall for your acting.

People usually did.

He suddenly bullied his cock back into your pussy, making you whimper. Then, just as suddenly, his hand was at your face, cupping your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks “I asked you a question.”

“I-I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sounded angry—angrier than you’d ever heard him be like ever—and from his tight grip on you, you could tell that he wasn’t in the mood for games.

“I-I’m sorry.” You huffed, squirming as you felt him keep grinding his hips against yours, his grip on your waist making you unable to get away “I-I— Nobody’s ever made me c-cum before and I-I thought— I-I didn’t want to—”

Ryouta pulled out of you, which only made you feel rejected and guilty. Now, like everyone else, he’d be sick of you too.

Before you could say anything else, though, he turned you over so you faced him. Finally, you could see the irritated expression on his face.

It felt so out of place since Ryouta always seemed pretty much emotionless. You were always left guessing exactly what he was thinking. Now, it was obvious: what you did really pissed him off.

“You think I’m anything like those shit-heads? Those pieces of garbage that can’t make you cum?” He practically spat out, his hands cupping the backs of your thighs and spreading your legs.

You tried to stutter out excuse after excuse but the words immediately died on your lips when Ryouta ducked down and started lapping at your pussy.

You gasped, your back curving up a little as your eyelids fluttered. Oh, fuck, the feeling of his tongue tracing your folds, lapping at your clit, was something else.

One of his hands moved your knee so it rested on his shoulder and, at first, you wondered why. Then, you felt him pushing his fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made your walls clench and your pussy gush.

“Wa-Wait, Ryouta— I-I— feels weird!” You squealed, feeling his fingertips deeper than you’ve ever been able to reach. He kept brushing up against something that made electricity dance along your spine.

It made you feel like you needed to piss.

Instead of stopping, however, Ryouta just kept his dark eyes on you, lips closing around your clit and sucking as his fingers kept working you over and over.

Before you knew it, your back bowed and your head flung back as you were hit with the hardest orgasm you’d ever felt before. Your toes curled as white spots played along your vision.

“First time cumming and you end up being a squirter, huh?”

Ryouta almost sounded far away or maybe was that just your post-orgasm haze? You were still so out of it, both from the fact that someone made you cum and from the fact that it was the best orgasm you’d ever felt.

Before you could say anything, you could feel the head of Ryouta’s cock at your pussy.

You immediately looked up at Ryouta, the haze replaced with a sense of urgency “N-No, wait, I-I’m still a bit—”

Ryouta just chuckled meanly and pushed his cock all in one thrust “Did I say you could stop cumming? No, you’re going to keep going, baby, until you wring out every last drop of cum from my balls.”

emm fiala ★ casimir fiala

has had experience with each other so like they know what someone cumming looks like and, yeah, every person is different but like also you're not fooling them

they each have polar opposite viewpoints on how to deal with it though: like casimir's would be to just ignore it and keep going but emm would wanna stop and talk abt it

it's defo a lot more like eunjeong rather than ryouta cus emm calls the shots LOL

Emm suddenly stopped and you could hear Casimir let out a small scoff. Immediately, you felt a cold sweat cover you. Did they notice?

“What the fuck was that, darl’?” Emm was behind you but you could feel her grip around your throat tighten a little; not enough to restrict your breathing but definitely enough to get your attention.

Casimir, on the other hand, didn’t say anything, his hands still tight around the fat of your thighs.

You didn’t know what to say. You’d never been caught faking it so it was a little jarring to face the consequences so quickly. Were you that obvious?

“It’s fine, Emm.” Casimir huffed, rolling his eyes, and he seemed to lean closer to you as if about to kiss you.

However, before he could, Emm’s free hand pushed his face away “The hell d’ya mean it’s fine? It’s not fine.”

“Why’d y’fake it?” She pulled you closer to her, her breasts pressing against your back and her hand travelling a little higher up so she could direct your gaze to her.

Your face felt hot and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. “S-Sorry. I-I just— I-I thought I n-needed to…”

“For what?” Casimir sounded a bit amused by your answer but you honestly couldn’t see his expression clearly because you were pointedly looking away from both of them, too embarrassed to meet either of their stares.

“If y’didn’t wanna fuck, you could’ve just said so.” Emm added, huffing and obviously off-put as she started pulling her strap-on out of your sopping pussy.

“I-It’s not that I didn’t want to!” You immediately interjected, feeling bad that you’d ended up making them feel like they’d forced you “I-I really d-did want to! Bu-But… uhm, it’s just that! N-Nobody’s been able to make me cum before…”

Casimir laughed meanly but Emm seemed to pause at your words. Then, she sighed, and you could feel her pushing that impossibly thick strap-on back inside of you. It definitely made you whimper a bit.

“Were we at least making you feel good?” Casimir pushed himself closer to you and you finally looked up to see a smirk playing across his lips.

You nodded because they really did. Both Casimir and Emm were, at the very least, the closest to making you cum “B-But, uhm, I-I just c-can’t—”

“I think you just need a little nudge, my love.” Casimir used one hand to cup your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, while the other moved down to toy with your clit.

Suddenly, you felt Emm push against you, nudging you so you were chest to chest against Casimir, your chin resting against his shoulder. Emm’s hand also left your neck and, instead, she used both hands to grip both sides of your waist.

“The fuck’n audacity to compare us t’your past lovers.” Emm grumbled before she renewed her thrusting except, this time, there was more force behind it, like she was earnestly fucking you.

Casimir chuckled but you could hear a sinister tone to his voice “Don’t worry, my wife, we’ll show our sweet that we’re nothing like those hooligans.”

mel lowell ★ isamu lowell ★ leonard lowell

also another group that hasn't really had a lot of experience with the female gender? LOL the three of them have only ever been with each other and pussies work differently yk

if it was just isamu, he'd totally fall for it LOL he'd believe you 100%

for mel, he's less likely to believe you but he wouldn't confront you abt it? he'd just keep going until he sees a real orgasm. but it'd be that thing where it's like? was that real? (yes) hmmm, he should make you cum again just to be sure

leonard would kick. your. ass. like forreal LMAO he'd absolutely berate you for even attempting to fake it and he'll be able to tell okay! surprisingly, the youngest of the three of them is kind of the most observant loool

if all three of them are together tho, leonard wins out and he ends up beating u up (metaphorically) while isamu and mel watch LOL

“No fucking way.”

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and you felt a sudden anxiety overtake you. There was no way Leonard could tell… could he?

“No fucking way! I didn’t just see that! Tell me I didn’t just see that!” Leonard, who had been behind you, suddenly woven his fingers through your hair before tugging, making you look directly at his bright blue eyes.

“Tell me you didn’t just fake an orgasm right in front of me.”

Mel, who had been happily observing, fist around his cock, stood, and you saw the concerned expression on his face from the corners of your eyes.

Isamu, who was in front of you, looked like a kicked puppy.

“I-I didn’t!” You instinctually answered, shaking your head, your entire body jittery with anxiety.

“Leo, I don’t think she’d—” Mel even tried to intervene but there was no stopping Leonard as soon as he was determined to see something through.

Thankfully, he let go of your hair. However, as soon as he did, he was shoving you and Isamu down, his hand on your shoulder making sure you wouldn’t get back up.

What he didn’t let go of was the issue at hand. Though you couldn’t see his face now, you could hear the insistence in his voice “Yes, you fucking did! I know you did! Admit it!”

You shook your head, of course, still in denial. The embarrassment of admitting it to them would’ve been too much.

Unfortunately, just as you shook your head, you felt a sudden flash of pain that made you gasp. Leonard just spanked you.

“Admit it.”

Of course, you shook your head again and, like you’d expected, Leonard spanked you again. This time, the lingering pain from the first one combined with the pain of the second one and you were left whimpering.

You looked to Mel, eyes a bit watery, hoping for help. Instead, he stood there, his arms crossed, an analyzing look on his face.

“Leo, don’t bully her!” Isamu at least tried to stand up for you.

“Fucking slut thinks we’re some virgin fuck-heads who can’t make her cum.” Leonard grumbled, landing another hard swat against your ass “Doesn’t that piss you off?”

You let out another pathetic sound, eyes fluttering close as you felt the pain and heat radiate from your ass cheek. “I-I’m sorry…”

Isamu made a confused noise but Mel tilted your chin up so you were looking up at him “So you did fake it?”

You nodded guiltily “I-I just— I-Isamu was about to cum an-and I-I felt so bad— Nobody’s been able to m-make me cum before and I—”

You were interrupted by another harsh slap against your ass, making you yelp out.

“We’ll talk about it later but I want you to know that you shouldn’t ever be pressured by us.” Mel spoke to you in his rather infamous soft leader-ly voice. “We’ll do whatever it takes to make you cum so you don’t have to fake it, okay?”

You nodded hastily but your nodding was disrupted by another harsh swat from Leonard.

“And you, Leo. I appreciate you noticing and saying something but try to be a bit gentle with her.” Mel turned to Leonard and you could almost hear the exasperation in his voice.

“Now…” Mel reached behind you and it took you a second to even realise what he was doing.

He had fisted Isamu’s cock and fed it back into your pussy, not even giving you a second to adjust as the thickness spread your walls apart mercilessly.

You whimpered but happily took it.

“You have to be punished though, puppy.” Mel pet your head, threading his fingers through your hair before directing your mouth to his cock “We’ll forgive you if you let us use all your holes, hmm?”

You nodded at that, tongue already running over the veins on Mel’s cock.

“And, of course, you’ll have to cum at least three times. No faking it this time, okay?”

You sighed but agreed to that as well. Just as you did, you could feel the head of Leonard’s cock press against your asshole, pushing in slowly but surely, spreading you apart in a way that made you whine.

It would be a long night for sure.

[svfttachi]

Hello!! I recently just got into Kuroko no basket so I would like to put in a request😄. Can I get a Kise x stoic reader who is a new student at Kaijou. I hope I'm doing this right😅 but anyways I hope you have a nice day and thank you💜💜

wc — 2.0k

type — kise ryouta x gn!reader

tw — n/a

✎ this request was so cute like... i couldn't stop writing and went a little overboard. i hope you enjoy it, and i appreciate everybody's patience with me as i deal with life and personal things behind the scenes.

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𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘.

Small things that should generate some kind of response or emotion never came upon your own face. With a rough childhood full of distrust, absentee parents, and inability to form lasting and meaningful relationships, you naturally grew unfazed to whatever may come onto your path. In fact, you tread through life without the need to socialize with others or care enough to express your inner feelings. It just wasn’t important to go through things that only brought hardship onto yourself.

However, you never expected to have your whole perspective on life to be changed in one day at your new school.

Walking into the building was much like any other normal day for you except that you were immediately greeted by plenty of students, all of whom were upperclassmen happily celebrating the arrival of the fresh batch of underclassmen. You were bombarded by many smiling faces, colorful gifts, and even a couple of friendly hugs from the other students, yet none of that could change the bored expression on your face.

With your class schedule and locker assignment printed on the paper in your hand, you haphazardly made your way towards the hallway where your locker was supposed to be. However, upon arriving in the hallway, you found a couple of students in a group standing right where your locker should be. A composed manner in your step brought you closer to the group, and you signaled the one closest to you by poking his shoulder with your finger.

In an instant, the student turned around, forcing his yellowish-blonde hair to swish along with his turning head. His caramel, brown eyes were on full display along with a typical, smiley face.

Just as his mouth opened to ask a question, you started first, speaking in an annoyed tone, “You and your buddies are standing in front of my locker.”

The boy’s face immediately twisted into a confused expression, and his head turned to look over at his friends who all had a similar expression pressed on their faces.

“Well? Are you going to move, or not?” your patience growing thin within you as your eyebrows furrowed. The boy scratched the back of his head and nodded, speaking a little off guard, “Uh… yeah, sure. Let’s go someplace else guys.”

Your eyes watched everyone within the group make the space in front of your locker available, allowing you to walk up to it. Unbeknownst to you, pondering, caramel eyes captured your figure as you were shoving the copious amounts of enormous gifts into the small space of your locker.

Whispers inched towards the blonde haired boy’s ears, specifically about the strange way you didn’t go all insane when seeing their friend’s face like all the other students do. When it came to the attention he got in school, Kise Ryouta would fully indulge himself into it, going from taking pictures to signing his modeling magazines. There was never a time where he wasn’t the center of attention anywhere, yet today, the lack of attention from a student he’s never seen was enough to peak his curiosity.

“Kise, you coming?” one of his friends called out from down the hall. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Kise turned to nod in response, “Yeah, coming.”

He jogged a little to reach his friends and was quickly sucked into whatever the topic of the conversation was, all while reminiscing the brief moment between the two of you.

.・゜゜・

Apart from the dread that comes with school and doing work for you, the weather outside was perfect for a lovely lunch break spent outdoors. As soon as the bell signaling the beginning of the lunch period sounded, you rushed out of the hallway and towards the open, green area that rested along the side of the school where the gymnasiums were located. You found an unoccupied bench directly in front of one of the gymnasium doors and underneath the cover of the paved walkway towards it, and you sat down, crossing your leg over the other.

You pulled out your lunch from within your bag and immediately started to soothe the ache in your stomach from the amount of angry growling it has sounded throughout the day. The first bite into your self-made lunch was the most relaxing bite of food in a while, and you were glad that the weather also complied with this idea if yours.

Indulging in your food made you unaware of the side doors from where you came opening and closing, allowing a lonesome boy to come out. Kise ran a hand through his hair as he glanced out at the clearing where many people were sitting and enjoying their lunch. That’s when his caramel, brown eyes landed upon your figure. It wasn’t entirely clear that you were enjoying your food, but from the sight of your head bobbing up and down as if you were jamming to a song, Kise knew that you must be having something delicious for lunch.

The interaction that the two of you shared this morning made its way back into Kise’s mind. Your laid back, stoic expression was intriguing him by the minute, and it didn’t stop him from beginning to walk over to where you were seated.

At the sound of light footsteps, you glanced up from your lunch, allowing your eyes to land upon Kise’s form heading close to you.

“This bench is occupied,” you stated, stuffing another piece of your food in your mouth. The eye contact between the two of you was so strong that Kise felt a shiver run down his spine. Kise began to scratch the back of his head as the nerves were getting to him. “I–I can see that. Must be some good food you got there,” Kise responded.

As much as you were plain in facial expressions, you weren’t a heartless person. Without a doubt in your mind, you held your container up to Kise, forcing his eyes to crisscross due to how close it was to him. “You can try it if you’d like. I made it myself,” you offered.

“Are you sure?” Kise asked cautiously. It was as if he lost the ability to talk to people with how different you were acting towards him. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind it,” you said, still holding the container out in front of him.

Kise nodded and grabbed one of the rice balls inside. You lowered the container back down and grabbed a cracker from the container, but your eyes never left Kise as he tasted the rice ball you made from scratch. He covered his mouth with his hand as he chewed, a trick he learned to avoid unappealing paparazzi pictures. You watched his caramel eyes widen and look inside the rice ball to catch a glimpse of the filling.

“Wow, this is one of the best rice balls I’ve ever had,” Kise exclaimed, continuing to mutter wow as he ate.

For the first time in a long time, your chest ached a new, but pleasant, kind of ache as your heart fluttered. A fiery blush rose in color within your cheeks, and your face changed ever so slightly to adjust to the newfound emotion bubbling within you. It felt different to have some attention geared towards you, let alone a silly, little compliment about the deliciousness of your homemade food.

“I was tempted to say that this could be beat by this one place I go with my friends, but no, this one takes the cake,” Kise continued. To be honest, whatever he had said after the compliment he gave you went through one ear and out the other, but it still made you give the boy the lightest of smiles, one that no one has the right to see. “By the way, I never caught your name. I bet it’s as beautiful as this rice ball,” Kise said, lifting the food in his hand a little higher.

“I–It’s L/N Y/N,” you stuttered. Yes… stuttered because for some reason, the first boy you ever met at this new school was doing things to you that would have not cracked you one bit.

Your eyes caught a pretty smile from the blonde boy before he added, “I knew it was a pretty name. Kise Ryouta.”

Kise stuck his hand out in front of you, and it took a second for you to realize it’s there before you shook it.

“Do you mind if I take a seat next to you?” he asked after your hand left the softness of his. “Um… go ahead,” you mumbled, trying to recompose yourself after momentarily turning into a completely different person.

Kise shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders and dropped it onto the ground next to yours before taking a seat beside you. He happily sat there munching on his rice ball, yet it still made you feel warmer on the inside than when you first arrived at school.

“You know… my friend would absolutely love having these rice balls. He’s a big foodie like I’m talking about the fact that he snacks every second of every day,” Kise mentioned, looking over at you with a bright look on his face. Slowly, the light smile from before reappeared on your face as you spoke up, “Oh really? I’m a pretty big foodie myself, and nobody I know can beat me in those eating competitions.”

Kise held a hand up and furrowed his brows jokingly, “Please. My friend could beat you in an eating competition any day!”

You shook your head and continued to eat the remnants of your food left in the container. “We’ll have to see about that,” you mumbled.

Soon, the bell for the next class period rang, prompting you to pack up your lunch box into your backpack. As you stood up from your spot on the bench, Kise grabbed hold of both of your backpacks as you straightened your uniform. Kise held your backpack in front of you, and it felt so natural to take it from him yet the blush decided to peek in once again.

“It was nice meeting you, Kise. Thank you for sitting with me for lunch,” you said, waving at the boy before turning around to walk away.

Kise couldn’t contain the smile that was showing on his face. Not once did you ask about his professional life as a model, and it was like you genuinely didn’t know a single thing about him. If you were intriguing him before, he was definitely lovestruck now, especially since you make such delicious food.

Just as you were about to head into the main building for class, Kise quickly realized something small but meaningful if he wanted to keep this connection with you. He brought his backpack in front of him to dig through it in the hopes he’d find a paper and pen. With only a pen in his hand, Kise ran towards the door, shoving many people out of the way but not without muttering little apologies.

“Y/N-cchi!” Kise shouted from the doorway. His eyes locked onto your figure that was turning around at the mention of the strange pronunciation of your name.

Your own eyes watched Kise practically fall a couple of times as he was coming up to you. Once he arrived, he was barely out of breath, holding out the pen in his hand.

“Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?” Kise questioned. You found it strange how he looked slightly disheveled over asking you for paper which of course you didn’t have.

“No, sorr– Wait, Kise!”

Kise wasted no time in yanking your hand towards himself. He clicked the pen in his hand and began to write in the palm of your hand, making you question his actions. With the masterpiece of sloppy handwriting stamped in the palm of your hand, Kise clicked the pen once more and curled your fingers over what he wrote.

“See you later, Y/N-cchi!”

With that, he left you confused in the middle of the hallway, and all you saw was his blonde hair leaving around a corner. You looked down at your wrist and uncurled your fingers to find a phone number along with a message.

rice balls for tomorrow, too pls?

And just like that, a light chuckle came out of your mouth as a result of the many happy thoughts circling your mind… all thanks to the smile on the blonde haired boy’s face.

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[knb-incorrect]

Akashi, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Kise, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Midorima, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Kuroko, trembling: What are we playing

[damistrolls]

is he a man or a bird? whos 2 say 4 sure...

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[artbyavasan]

nobody touch me i’m 2 seconds away from reading slamdunk just bc of him