Authors Note: y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3
Summary: Stories about the boys and reader, how and what they would choose to wear as a costume to a Halloween party.
Genre: Chaso, cuteness and fluff
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Kuroko Tetsuya
When Akashi announced his annual Halloween party, everyone knew it was going to be serious business. Costumes were mandatory. Creativity was expected. And the Generation of Miracles, being who they were, treated it like a championship match, highly competitive. Kise was already bragging about his “vampire model aesthetic.”
Aomine said he’d just wear a hoodie and call himself “a guy too cool for Halloween.” Midorima was consulting horoscopes about whether Libra season favored fake blood.
Meanwhile, you turned to your quiet boyfriend,“So, Tetsu, what are we wearing?”
Kuroko blinked,“We?”
“Yes, we. It’s a couples’ costume party,” you said, arms crossed,“We ARE a couple so we need something matching. Something cute, maybe?”
He thought for a moment, then deadpanned: “I could go as a ghost.”
You frowned,“That’s… kind of basic.” He sipped his vanilla milkshake without expression,“But ghosts are invisible.”
You stared at him, realizing he was completely serious,“…You just want to not be seen at the party, don’t you?”
Kuroko gave the faintest nod,“That would be ideal.”
___ _ _ _
You arrived at Akashi’s massive mansion dressed as a witch — a black velvet dress, little hat, and sparkly silver stars dusted in your hair. Kuroko, on the other hand… had gone all in on his idea.
He was wrapped in a white bedsheet. With eye holes.
“Happy Halloween,” he said, in the flattest tone imaginable. Aomine immediately doubled over laughing,“Bro, you really showed up as a literal ghost?!”
Kise wiped tears from his eyes,“Kurokocchi! You didn’t even cut the sheet properly! It’s crooked!”
Akashi, ever composed, just smiled faintly,“Fitting. A costume that perfectly matches your natural presence.”
Kuroko only nodded, calm as ever,“Thank you.”
You sighed but couldn’t stop smiling. When people complimented your witch outfit, Kuroko would appear silently behind them, making them jump, then calmly hand them candy from his pocket like it was all planned.
By the end of the night, everyone agreed — somehow, without even trying, Kuroko had the best costume. You leaned against him on the way home, chuckling,“Next year, we’re doing something cute. Maybe matching cats or something.”
He glanced at you from under the sheet,“If I’m a black cat, I can still blend in with the shadows.”
You groaned. He smiled faintly. Sometimes he liked this kind of teasing.
Taiga Kagami
When Akashi announced his annual Halloween party, Kagami immediately groaned. “I don’t do costumes,” he grumbled, slumping on the couch. You crossed your arms,“Too bad. You’re my date, and it’s mandatory. Akashi said anyone who doesn’t dress up can’t enter the buffet.”
You smiled sweetly,“Something matching!” That’s when Kagami realized he was in trouble.
___ _ _ _
The next day, you presented him with two options:
A vampire couple costume — sleek, dark, romantic.
A goofy food-themed costume — matching burger and fries.
Predictably, he froze,“You’re kidding. You want me to be a— burger?”
You grinned, “I’ll be the fries. We’re a combo.”
Kagami’s expression said he wanted to disappear. But when you tilted your head and smiled, he muttered something like, “Fine… but only because you look cute when you’re excited,” before grabbing the burger suit and sulking off to try it on.
___ _ _ _
Akashi’s mansion was, as usual, absurdly fancy — chandeliers, fog machines, an actual orchestra playing Halloween music.
Kise arrived as a sparkling angel, Aomine as a zombie basketball player, and Murasakibara was — of course — a giant piece of candy.
Then the doors opened.
“Introducing…” Kise started dramatically, camera in hand,“Kagamicchi and Y/n-cchi—OH MY GOD IS HE A BURGER!?”
Everyone turned. And there stood Kagami Taiga. In a full-body foam hamburger suit, with fake lettuce peeking out at the sides.
You, dressed as cute fries, beamed and looped your arm through his,“Don’t we look adorable?”
Kuroko appeared silently beside them, sipping a milkshake,“Fitting. You do spend most of your time eating together.”
Kagami glared,“Shut up, Kuroko!”
But the teasing didn’t stop. Aomine nearly cried laughing,“Bro, you’re literally the main course!”
Midorima adjusted his glasses,“I did not need this mental image.”
Even Akashi cracked a small smile,“Creative choice, Kagami. I expected… something fiery.”
Kagami groaned, covering his face,“I hate all of you.”
You patted his arm comfortingly. “Hey, you’re the most popular guy here. Everyone loves a good burger.”
He peeked at you from behind the foam lettuce, cheeks red. “…Yeah, well. You’re the only fries I like, anyway.” You laughed and kissed his cheek — right as Kise’s camera clicked,“ADORABLE! The burger loves his fries!”
Kagami nearly combusted. By the end of the night, Akashi awarded you two “Best Couple Costume”, partly out of pity, partly because no one could stop laughing long enough to vote otherwise.
And though he’d never admit it, Kagami kept the burger costume.
You found it stuffed in his closet weeks later — ketchup stain and all.
Aomine Daiki
A week ago, the annual Halloween party at Akashis house was announced, Aomine smirked immediately. “Perfect excuse to see you in a sexy costume,” he said, leaning back on your couch with that infuriating grin. You raised an eyebrow,“Already starting with that, huh?”
He shrugged,“C’mon, it’s Halloween! You can show a little skin — it’s tradition.”
You crossed your arms,“So what are you gonna wear then? Don’t tell me it’s another ‘lazy vampire’ excuse.”
He smirked, leaning closer,“I was thinking something simple. You know… shirt unbuttoned, fangs, maybe some fake blood. Ladies love it.”
You rolled your eyes,“You’re ridiculous.”
He grinned wider,“You love it.”
You did, actually — but he didn’t need to know that.
So you smiled sweetly and said, “Okay, deal. We’ll go sexy. Couples costume. But no take-backs, Aomine.”
___ _ _ _
Kise’s phone nearly fell out of his hand when you two walked through the door,“WHAT—OH MY GOD, AOMINECCHI?! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!”
Aomine froze mid-step. You, on the other hand, looked stunning — black devil horns, a fitted red dress, and just the right amount of shimmer. But the real showstopper?
Aomine Daiki: In a matching red devil outfit — sleeveless, with fake leather pants, a tail, and horns. Shirtless, revealing his toned body, accented by some leather straps.
“Oh, come on,” he hissed under his breath,“I didn’t think you’d actually make me match.” You smirked, voice dripping with satisfaction,“You said you wanted sexy. I delivered. Equality, baby.”
Kuroko blinked,“Aomine-kun looks very… committed to his role.”
“Committed?!” Kise wheezed, snapping pictures,“He looks like he just escaped from a strip club for demons!” Even Midorima snorted into his drink,“This is… surprisingly on-brand for him.”
Akashi, ever calm, just nodded approvingly,“Confidence suits you, Aomine.”
Aomine glared. “I hate this.”
You looped your arm through his and whispered, “You look hot. Own it. Besides this it was it feels like being reduced to just being a hot body.” He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck,“Yeah, well… guess it’s only fair. You look too good for me to complain.”
Kise whistled,“Aww, look at the cute demon couple! Someone get them a pitchfork!”
Aomine muttered something about dunking Kise into a punch bowl but didn’t pull away. Because honestly? You were smiling, and if looking like a half-naked devil made you that happy — maybe it wasn’t so bad. Later that night, Kuroko walked by the snack table and found Aomine sulking in his fake leather pants,“Having fun?”
“Shut up, Kuroko,” Daiki replied. Kuroko tilted his head,“You chose the costume.”
“Yeah,” Aomine sighed, glancing across the room at you laughing with Momoi,“Didn’t think it’d bite me back.”
Kuroko blinked,“Fitting. You are a devil.” Aomine groaned,“I’m surrounded by comedians.”
By the end of the night, you won “Best Couple Costume.”
Kise still had his phone out. “Smile for the camera, Demon King and Queen!”
Aomine grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close for the photo.
“If I have to be a thirst trap,” he muttered, smirking, “I’m making sure they know who I belong to.”
You just laughed, flicking one of his horns.
“Next year,” you said,“I’m dressing you as an angel.”
He groaned,“Over my dead, sinful body.”
Kise Ryouta
When Akashi announced the annual Halloween party, Kise Ryouta clapped his hands together like it was a photoshoot announcement.
“Y/n! This is our time to shine! People are going to remember us,” he said, already pulling out his phone to scroll through “celebrity couple costume inspirations.” You raised an eyebrow. “Kise… we don’t have to outshine the whole school.”
He gasped,“Outshine? Pfft. That’s impossible. I have to outshine.”
___ _ _ _
You suggested something simple: matching witches or vampires.
Kise tilted his head, eyes sparkling. “Cute? Sure, but we can elevate cute into legendary.”
Three hours later, Kise had decided:
You would be a classic vampire queen — sleek black velvet, high collar, dramatic cape, fake fangs, and perfectly coiffed hair.
He would be… a golden vampire king, complete with sequined cape, ornate collar, glittery fangs, and hair so perfectly styled it practically defied physics.
You stared,“Golden… vampire king?”
“Not just golden,” he said, striking a pose,“Legendary golden. People will weep with awe. Cameras will explode.”
___ _ _ _
As soon as you two walked into Akashi’s mansion, Kise immediately posed under the chandelier. “Behold! The ultimate vampire royalty!” he announced.
Aomine snorted, “Dude… you look like you raided a stage costume shop and a disco ball at the same time.” Midorima adjusted his glasses,“I… don’t even know what to say.”
Kuroko blinked silently,“…You sparkle.” Kise threw a dramatic wink at Kuroko,“Exactly! Attention to detail, Kurokocchi.”
Even Akashi raised an eyebrow, amused,“Very… bold. Quite appropriate for you, Ryouta.”
Aomine muttered, “Bold is one word for it.”
Throughout the night, everyone kept stopping to gawk, take pictures, or tease:
Murasakibara: “Bro, you’re blinding me with that cape.”
Aomine: “You actually made me question my life choices.”
Kuroko: “It suits you… in an overwhelming way.”
Kise laughed, tossing his head back,“You’re all just jealous of my sparkle.” You looped your arm through his, smirking,“Or maybe they’re just scared of how extra you are.”
Kise grinned,“Exactly. And they should be. They can’t handle legendary.”
By the end of the night, cameras were full of photos of Kise’s glittering smile and your matching glamorous vampire queen outfit. Even Aomine admitted (reluctantly) that Kise had stolen the show.
Kise winked at you, whispering,“See? I told you. Legendary.”
You just shook your head, laughing, “Only you could make a Halloween party feel like a fashion runway.”
Midorima Shintaro
When Akashi announced the Halloween party, Midorima Shintaro’s first response was a frown.
“A costume party is inherently risky,” he muttered, adjusting his glasses,“One must consider auspicious colors, materials, and whether the outfit will bring bad luck.”
You tilted your head,“You… you’re overthinking this, Mido.”
“Overthinking is different from carefully planning to avoid misfortune,” he said, as if it explained everything. You suggested a fun couples costume — maybe vampires, witches, or superheroes.
Midorima considered each option seriously, then shook his head.
“Vampires are unwise. Black attire might interfere with luck. Witches require a hat, which is cumbersome.”
“Superheroes are acceptable, but spandex might restrict movement.”
Finally, he presented his idea:
You would wear a simple, elegant cat costume — black, sleek, minimal accessories. Practical. Lucky.
He would be a “magical lucky charm” — a giant, slightly absurd mascot-style cat with a lucky talisman sash, oversized head, and gloves.
You blinked,“You… want to wear a mascot costume?”
“Correct. It maximizes both visibility and fortune,” he said seriously,“Also, it’s socially responsible. People can’t trip over me.”
___ _ _ _
When you arrived, you looked stunning — bunny ears, sleek tail, elegant gloves. Then Midorima shuffled behind you, his massive carrot costume wobbling slightly as he walked. Orange was the lucky color for the day.
Aomine’s eyes nearly popped,“Bro… you look ridiculous.” Kise immediately whipped out his phone,“Oh my god, I have to take pictures of this! The mascot king!”
Midorima adjusted his sash,“Ridiculous is subjective. My costume brings luck, unlike your ‘lazy zombie’ excuse.” Kuroko merely blinked,“…You are very orange and...visible.”
Murasakibara snorted, pointing,“Dude, you look like a giant stuffed dog toy. I’d hug you if I could.”
Midorima’s reply: “Hugging is statistically ill-advised. It might result in misfortune.”
All night, the GoM teased him relentlessly:
Aomine: “You’re terrifying and adorable at the same time.”
Kise: “Kurokocchi! You gotta strike a pose in that thing!”
Murasakibara: “Yo, I bet you’re sweating like crazy in there.”
Midorima only muttered occasionally, “I am not sweating,” even as the costume wobbed with every step. You looped your arm through his pawed glove. “You look ridiculous, but… I think it’s cute.”
He tilted his head,“Cute is irrelevant. Fortune and practicality are what matter.”
You rolled your eyes,“Sure, but you do look adorable. And that’s the only kind of fortune I care about tonight.” Midorima paused, blinking, before letting a very faint blush creep across his cheeks under the mascot head. Even Akashi, ever composed, had a slight smile as he remarked, “Impressive. You somehow turned superstition into fashion… and comedy.”
By the end of the night, Midorima’s “lucky mascot cat” costume had unintentionally stolen the show, and the GoM couldn’t stop laughing — while he remained entirely serious, confident that he alone understood the strategic brilliance behind it.
Akashi Seijuro
When Akashi announced his annual Halloween party, the entire GoM immediately braced themselves. “Costumes will be judged,” he said calmly, voice like silk. “And I expect everyone to meet a certain standard of elegance and sophistication.”
You glanced at him,“So… what are you going to wear?” He smirked faintly, adjusting his cuffs,“I have something in mind. Naturally, it will be flawless.”
___ _ _ _
You suggested something fun — a vampire couple, maybe.
Akashi considered it for exactly three seconds before shaking his head.
“Vampires are too cliché. Too pedestrian. I would require something dramatic and commanding.”
“A devil? Too casual. A knight? Not unique enough.”
Finally, he presented the result:
You would be an elegant sorceress, deep purple velvet, flowing cape, delicate jewelry.
He would be… a crimson, tailored imperial demon lord, complete with golden embroidery, a high collar, and a cape so long it required careful navigation through doorways.
You stared,“…You literally look like royalty. And terrifying royalty at that.”
“Exactly,” he said. “Terrifying enough to command respect, elegant enough to be admired. Balance is key.”
___ _ _ _
As soon as you arrived, Kise squealed,“Oh my god, Akashicchi! You actually outdid yourself!” Aomine snorted, “Bro, you look like you’re hosting the party AND judging it at the same time.”
Murasakibara pointed,“You’re extra as hell. That cape’s probably longer than me.” Even Kuroko blinked, mildly impressed. “…You are… very precise.”
Akashi walked through the room, calm, collected, every step measured. His crimson cloak shimmered in the candlelight.
You linked your arm through his, smirking,“You look ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous?” he said, eyes narrowing slightly,“I look majestic.” Aomine muttered, “Majestic… ridiculous… tomato, tomahto, bro.” Kise, of course, had already whipped out his camera,“Everyone, get a picture of the demon emperor and his sorceress! This is iconic!”
Everyone took turns pointing out… amusing details. As Murasakibara said,“Bro, your cape almost crushed me.”// Kuroko: “…The embroidery is impressive.”// Aomine: “You’re overcompensating by like… a lot.”
Akashi ignored them all with an air of calm superiority, until you whispered,“You do know everyone’s laughing at you, right?”
He glanced down at you, eyes sharp but lips twitching. “…Let them. They are beneath my attention.” You rolled your eyes,“Sure, sure. But I like it.”
For a moment, he allowed himself a small smile, just for you — perfectly composed, but undeniably amused by your mock exasperation. By the end of the night, Akashi had effortlessly stolen the spotlight, leaving the GoM a mix of impressed, annoyed, and thoroughly entertained.
And as he escorted you home later, perfectly poised in his imperial cloak, you couldn’t help laughing.
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?”
He gave a small bow. “I only act in accordance with perfection, my dear.” You groaned, resting your head on his arm,“You’re impossible.”
“And yet,” he murmured, “you still adore me.”
Murasakibara Atsushi
When Akashi announced the Halloween party, Murasakibara Atsushi’s eyes lit up — not with excitement over costumes, but at the prospect of snacks. “I’ll go,” he mumbled when you asked, “but only if I get to wear something comfy.”
You grinned,“Comfy and cute can coexist, I think. How about a dessert-themed couples costume?”
He blinked, “Dessert?”
“Yes! You can be the chef, I’ll be the cake. We’ll match!,”you happily announced. He perked up immediately,“Food costume… I like.”
___ _ _ _
Fast forward to the party: You were a towering, plush strawberry shortcake — whipped cream, fake strawberries, and all. Murasakibara? A chef outfit complete with a giant poofy hat, apron, and tiny toy whisk in his pocket. He looked uncharacteristically adorable, towering over you with a goofy smile. “I look… cute?” he asked uncertainly.
“Yes! And totally perfect for the theme,” you said, patting his huge shoulder. He grinned, completely proud of himself,“I look good. Everyone will like me.”
___ _ _ _
The moment you two walked in, chaos erupted. Kise squealed, “OMG Atskicchi! You’re literally too cute!” Aomine snorted,“Bro, you look like you belong in a bakery commercial.”
Kuroko silently nodded,“…You are very adorable.” Midorima squinted,“I did not expect… confectionery-themed cosplay from you.” Aomine doubled over laughing,“And the apron! Bro, that’s cheesy.”
Murasakibara puffed out his chest,“Cheesy is fine. Cheese is food. Food is good. People like me.” Kise whipped out his phone immediately. “Everyone! Group picture with the cutest chef and dessert couple EVER!”
All night long, the GoM couldn’t stop teasing him:
“Atsushi, are you going to bake me a cookie?” — Aomine
“You look like you could eat yourself and still be stylish.” — Kise
“The whipped cream costume is… very eye-catching.” — Midorima
He just smiled and shrugged,“I don’t care. Cake is life.”
You looped your arm through his apron strap,“You’re ridiculously cute, you know that?” He grinned, patting your head,“I know. I am deliciously perfect.”
Even Akashi had to hide a small smirk at the absurdity of the towering dessert and chef duo.
By the end of the night, everyone agreed: Murasakibara had accidentally stolen the show. Not because he was scary, intimidating, or even elegant — but because he was pure, enormous, dessert-themed chaos. You laughed as he carried a leftover cupcake around like it was treasure.
“Next year,” you said, “we’re doing another food theme.”
Song rec : Be my baby & the boy is mine by Ariana Grande, Kiss it better Rihanna, Candy Doja cat, all I need Lloyd, please me Cardi B & Bruno Mars, Downtown J.Balvin & Anitta
Tags : femal!reader x Ryouta/Ryota Kisé, Friends to lovers, smut WITH plot, cunnilingus, both 19
English is not my first language, please excuse any grammatical mistakes
Author’s note : writing aomine next, also smut, I just hope not to write a cunnilingus again cuz I’m obsessed with it
Having a crush on Kise was the worst. It’s not an exaggeration, it’s just a fact.
The first time you met him, was back in first year of high school. You have seen him play against Kagami and Kuroko, and it was the best. You were in his school despite being Kagami’s friend.
•••
You had access to the school’s gym, so you went late afternoon. You took a basket ball and started playing. Throwing the ball multiple times until you scored your first basket. Then you kept on going. You had your fun even if it was the first time playing basketball for you.
Though, what you didn’t notice, was a hot blond watching you from afar. He was eating, enjoying his quiet time despite you being here, but since you haven’t noticed him, the silence was comfortable.
“That’s a great shot, you like basket?” A manly voice asked behind you.
It startled you, so much that your basket ball flew away. You turned around to see a handsome blond. Everyone knew Kise. Ryota Kise, one of the best basketball players all schools combined. You noticed him in the hallways, he really is beautiful.. you were speechless for a moment before answering his question :
“I do, I used to only watch some matches but i really wanted to try it out. It’s my first time playing basket.”
-“First time ever? You’re pretty good at it for a first time”
Did he realise his words had such a deep underlying meaning? If he does, his face doesn’t tell a thing.
He was walking towards you while your thoughts started jumping from here and there, thinking about basketball, about him ; his words, his appearance..
“I didn’t mean any implicit idea, I really was talking about basketball.” He affirmed with a confident smile.
It’s like he read your mind, and he doesn’t even look uncomfortable while you were flustered, frozen in place.
You didn’t answer, taken aback by the sudden awkward interaction. He took the ball that you had in your hands and shot a shot, which he succeeded at.
He looked at you before walking behind you, putting the ball in between your hands to make you hold it, and then he teached you basket ball basics.
You guys stayed there till early night, you even had time to do a 1 vs 1. He was soft on you, yet he still won. But you progressed a lot, for a first time like he said.
•••
Since then, he kept tutoring you and you guys became friends. It’s been 3 years, and your feelings for him grew bigger and bigger, almost heartbreaking.
You never thought of confessing to Kise, you thought you had no chance. Not because you were insecure or anything. Kind of the opposite.
You excelled in most school subjects, your intelligence was beyond academic. You always were polyvalent, you could learn things easily. You were beautiful, your hair enlightening your gorgeous face. You had every chance. At least that’s what you were supposed to think.
But it’s a different story with kisé, Ryota is a ladies’ man. Not a fuck boy kind, but he had his number of women trying to have him. And you could say you were one of them. Ryota is an amazing man, God has his favourites.
Now, you’re both 18, and he grew even more beautiful. More masculine, his body growing into a manly form, his face traits sharp yet still soft and welcoming. Tall and handsome.
It was a summer evening, he was playing some basketball alone in an outside basketball court. You sat there and watched him, the sunset giving a relaxing atmosphere around you both. You didn’t feel like playing today, not really. So you just admired your handsome crush.
“You got a crush ? Or a boyfriend ?” He asked out of the blue so suddenly.
-“I like someone, yeah.”
-“Is he cute?”
-“He’s handsome. Sadly, I don’t have a chance.”
-“Why would you say that?”
-“Oh you know, he’s pretty popular and lots of women like him. Lots of them have the courage to confess when I don’t”
-“Shoot your shot, he said while shooting the ball, you never know.”
-“Oh, I am pretty sure he’s not interested in me. It’s fine, I never thought of pursuing something anyway”
-“What does he look like? Why didn’t you tell me about him before?”
That’s an awful lot of questions he’s asking..you are literally talking about him, but you can’t say that out loud.
“I don’t really want to tell you what he looks like or you’ll find out. And I figured it wasn’t that big of a deal. You wouldn’t help much if not at all.”
-“We’re friends, we should be able to talk to each other about important but also fun things, right? Or is there something I don’t know?”
Now this is getting dangerous.. all you thought about now was to go home before this conversation takes a bad turn.
“I suppose, but I didn’t want to bother talking about this. And no, I’m not hiding anything.”
He didn’t look convinced at all.
“Ryota, i am going home. It’s getting late and I’m tired today.”
-“I’ll walk you.”
Man, this was going to be hell. You didn’t know why, but you had a feeling something was going to happen.
He didn’t even walk next to you as usual, he was behind you, and he didn’t utter a word.
You finally arrived at your apartment and he followed you to your door.
“Thank you Kisé, I’ll see you soon”
You didn’t want to leave him so early on a summer evening. But you couldn’t let that conversation grow into something much more.. uncomfortable.
“Do you like me?”
His words had stopped you from opening the door further. You froze in place, how the fuck does he know?
“Of course not, if I did, I would have told you, right?”
You tried to smile, but you were so anxious. How did he know?
“I picked up a really drunk Kagami and he told me.. I figured it was true. Looks like it’s not. What a pity, cus I like you.”
He started walking away before you called out his name. He turned, a confident and knowing smile on his face.
“I do like you.”
The words that left your mouth felt weird. You never thought you’d confess to Kisé. Never.
“Can I come in?” He asked.
“Sure”
You opened your door further and allowed him to enter. The moment you closed the door, your neck was attacked by soft kisses.
You couldn’t help a moan, Kisé’s soft and warm lips against your skin felt like an addiction you could never get rid of. You felt him smile against you.
“You thought I lied about my feelings?”
You didn’t think at all. Your brain was just fried or melting. Anything that can explain how you felt. Not a single thought has crossed your mind except imagining how Kisé looked.
Your cheek and stomach were against the door, and your eyes closed. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his hands going to your lower stomach, his lips on your neck, now kissing you harshly and passionately, leaving saliva behind him.
Ryota laughed, hearing your moans and seeing your tighs pressing one another. If he wasn’t holding you, you would have probably just fallen. From just a few passionate kisses.
He quickly turned you and carried you. Your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, your lips against his.
Tongues and teeth touched, the kiss was awkward and not as good or as perfectly executed as you’d expect. But none of you could care. Even a little bit. As long as you felt his erection against you and as long as he could feel your breasts against him, that’s all that mattered.
He opened your room’s door with one hand, despite the door being behind him. He entered your room, bringing you in with him as he still carried you, and dropped you on your desk.
“No bed?” You asked, confused. The mattress was right there.
“I’m not a basic man.”
He a small pause before continuing :
“Can I?”
You were thinking of an answer when he stripped down your bottoms and panties, slowly kneeling down while kissing from your stomach to your inner thighs.
Cunnilingus? For your first time together? I mean, not that you’d complain. But all you wanted now was to feel him inside you.
You were a mess, half of your brain thinking about the situation, the other half is just rotten and your mouth wide open, letting out screams and moans and when he licked your clit.
He dropped a few more kisses before sliding in a first finger, than a second. Slow ins and fast outs. You were so wet that he easily slid in his fingers. Not only that, but he kissed your clit multiple times when his fingers weren’t in. He curled his fingers just enough to hit that sweet spot that made you go crazy.
He was so slow and patient that it almost became annoying. Your mouth let a frustrated moan leave, “faster.. harder…” you whispered. But he didn’t listen, in fact, even his kisses became slow and patient. His kiss lasted longer, were softer, leaving sone saliva behind them.
You pulled his hair, you couldn’t handle more of this nonsense. All you wanted was to come. You wanted him to see you explode. That’s all you wished for.
He smiled when you pulled his hair, this fucking maso-sadist. He listened to your silent prayer, and removed his fingers from your pussy before sliding a tongue in. He devoured you without any rest, his eyes almost rolling.
His tongue kept taking turns and playing magic tricks in you, his lips suckling your clit. He was insane, like fucking insane. He held you in place by keeping his hands gripped under your tighs. He couldn’t let go.
“Kisé, move I am going to-“ a moan escaped you. His tongue did in and outs and then he sucked your clit like a hungry man. As if you were his last meal.
He knows you were about to come, he understood why you told him to move, but he was addicted. Your taste making him feral, your sweet juices all of his mouth and chin.
“Fucking-.. Ryota move” you ordered between high pitched moans.
“Come on me, I couldn’t care less.”
His sweet yet unhinged words only made you more excited. He kept going with his tongue until climax hit you. You looked down, concerned Kisé might be disgusted or angry at you.
Instead, you see a fucking smiling Ryota. He looked like he’s seen heavens, he kept sucking and licking you clean. His eyes closed, his smile so innocent while his tongue was discovering your most precious and intimate places.
You felt like collapsing, but you remembered you weren’t the only who needed a relief here. He took such good care of you that you forgot sex is mutual. You looked down at ryota who opened his eyes again and stared at you from down there.
He dropped a few kisses on your inner tighs and lower stomach before slowly getting up, towering over you.
He put each of his hands on each of your sides, next to your hips. You were sitting down on the desk while he stood up. His smiled, seeing your messy hair, some saliva that left your mouth, you watery eyes and your flushed cheeks. You looked bad.
And this man loved it. He lowered his face and kisses your neck and collarbone, leaving saliva and a few hickeys. His lips putting such magic in your magic that your head fell backwards. You looked at the ceiling before closing your eyes.
His lips met one of your nipples after he removed your shirt. His fingers fucking you and caressing your clit while he closed his eyes and enjoyed your breasts. After sucking licking and kissing one of your nipples, he went to the other and gave it the same treatment. A deep moan leaving his mouth when you pull his hair.
“Let.. me help.. you-“ a scream left your mouth when he bit your collarbone.
“Help me with what?”
He understood what you meant. He’s not naive, he just wanted to hear you say it.
“Help you.. with that.” You finally opened your eyes and designed his erection with your head.
Your hand found his waist band, but before you could do anything else, he stopped you by grabbing your wrist and moving it away while licking your nipples. One at a time.
“Fucking..Ryota..” you whispered, lowly. He was enchanting.
-“All you have to do, is enjoy your time”
Oh you were enjoying your time. This man gave you the best cunnilingus you’ve ever had, eating you out, down and up, and he was passionate too.
He carried you to the shower, removing your bra and putting you in the bathtub, turning on the hot water.
You lied down while he joined you and cleaned you.
“Thank you Kisé, I love you..” you whispered while he rubbed your back with soap.
“I love you, even more. Thank you for letting me be close to you.”
Ft. Aomine,Kagami,Kise x fem!reader | Pre-established relationship
Warning: Swearing
𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢
❒ Would’ve thought he found his magazines digitally with the way he was staring at his phone
❒ Someone is trying to talk to him and his ass not even making eye contact just staring at his phone
❒ Like damn can you act like you care?
❒ The person starts to get annoyed and walks off just as you walk into the room now wondering what your boyfriend did now to piss someone off
❒ Aomine didn’t even look up from his phone not paying attention to his surroundings
❒ You of course now curious about what has your boyfriend’s attention have the need to figure out what has him so engaged in his phone
❒ You walk up getting behind where he was sitting and look at his phone… just to see your instagram page
❒ “You know you could stare at the real deal when she’s right beside you, right?”
❒ He flips his phone to face down as if now he couldn’t get caught
❒ He looked embarrassed judging by the wide-eyed expression from noticing him
❒ Aomine tries to recollect himself rolling his eyes and acting unbothered “I don’t know what you're on about” he grunts
❒ “Don’t play stupid in my face. If you miss me just say that”
❒ “I was waiting for you since you wanna be late” Getting up, he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist “Let’s just go”
𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚
❒Kagami and you were laying in bed it was another one of those chill days
❒ The fan was on, another rewatch of your favorite tv show started, and conversation was held between you two
❒ You both start to go into comfortable silence not really paying attention to the tv, starting to go on your phones
❒ After a while you're about to get up and grab snacks for you two
❒ When you turn to look over at him to ask what he wants you see his phone open on your instagram page
❒ He’s over here scrolling through lingering on the photos for a while
❒ “Hmm you think she’s pretty?”
❒ He gets all embarrassed not knowing what he should say after getting caught
❒ You laugh at his reaction and he groans “Why are you like this?”
❒ “Beautiful? I don’t know maybe so my boyfriend could just stare at any photo of me”
❒ “Yeah guess so since my girlfriend is really pretty” he mutters
𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚
❒ Who is he to not wanna fawn over his pretty girlfriend
❒ He was always one to be complimenting and hyping you up like no other
❒ He always wanna see his girl so that lead him to be on your ig page
❒ First, it’s just looking at your more recent post then it’s going past photos before y’all were even dating
❒ Next thing he knows he liked an old photo
❒ He has the most dramatic reaction
❒ Being mad loud got his teammates looking at him sideways
❒ It’s a gasp, scream, then whining and falling all over the place holding his head
❒ Literally is doing the absolute most like you could’ve just quickly unliked the photo… which he didn’t do
❒ Meaning you had the time to see the notification and you of course checked what he liked because you didn’t even post something today
❒ Once you see it was something old you just know you had to tease him once you saw him
❒ You went to go meet up with him like you usually did when it came to the end of the school day
❒ You already see from a distance your boyfriend’s dramatic actions and his team staring at him with deadpan expressions
❒ You wave to his team and they seem slightly relieved seeing you get your boyfriend
❒ "Ryu what are you doing? You plan on joining theater?"
❒ He straightens up putting on the suave act
❒ Smile on his face looking at you as if nothing just happened
❒ "A few have wished to see my face on theater but y'know it's just not for me"
❒"Yeah I'm sure they ask just cause of your face... anyways what's up with the stalking?"
❒He freezes staring blankly at you "You know?"
❒ When you show him the notification he can only whine more before getting a sudden burst of energy now claiming he can't be embarrassed for liking his girlfriend's pictures
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Ryouta Suzui x Reader (suzui has a crush on reader)
in which Reader is a famous idol (more famous than yumemi) visiting Hyakkaou Private Academy,he hid away from reader until when he thought reader was gone,reader was right beside him (you decide what happens next but his friends Yumeko and Mary would tease him about reader every single day like "SUZUI-SAN YOU CANT EVEN GAMBLE HOW WILL YOU BE READERS S/O")
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Super Idol ~
a/n: Oh my goodness I am so sorry for ignoring this because I've been on a genshin HIGH. I've not exactly written for Kakegurui on this blog but I love it all the same. All my anons have really nice ideas when it comes to requests actually :)
ryouta suzui x gn!reader - written in 2nd person + poc!reader friendly :)
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
You're crazy and an idiot if you think that the famous [name] is going to go out with you. To no surprise, the harsh words that were just spoken came from the mouth of the ever-blunt Mary Satome. She seemed to be quite pissed at Ryouta at the moment, and hearing the reason behind his glazed over expression and idiocy that day made her plain confused. You were one of the biggest idols in Japan and he was just a regular fanboy. You were never going to notice him even if you did go to the prestigious academy yourself. Insert Senpai Notice Me and Notice Me Senpai in the background. You made so much revenue from your concerts and were attractive as fuck, your manager was always so proud of you - they were like your parental figure. Enough about your backstory and memories, you were interrupted by Mary again.
Suzui-san, you can't even gamble, Yumeko laughed at him playfully, how will you become [name]'s boyfriend? Ryouta looked down at the ground and mumbled something under his breath that neither Miss Jabami nor Miss Satome could hear: you did, however.
What was that Suzui? They'll see? You smirked slyly at him and scared the actual shit out of him. Were you sitting next to him the whole time? Suzui stammered and blushed, looking at the ground in shame. You held him by the chin and smiled gently at him.
Yes, they will see.
Your entourage pulled you away before you could get swarmed by your fans and paparazzi, leaving a very flustered and oddly happy Ryouta Suzui in his place along with two very surprised hot women.
Trigger warnings: depressed reader, mentions of suicidal ideation, brief mentions of cutting, kidnapping
Word count: 1,249
Kise Ryouta / Yandere! Reader
Apollo is God of many things, but he is most beloved for one - he is the Sun. Admired by everything that were blessed to feel his warm light, mortals revered him, believing him to spread love and joy to every living being.
You were a prisoner -- your mind the cell and your heart the shackles.
Somewhere amidst the despair and loneliness, you’d convinced yourself you were hiding from those who wished you harm; but deep down, you knew you were simply a victim of your own depravity and deprivation. You’d pushed everyone away, and yet you still had the audacity to act surprised when no one came to your aid -- not even yourself. You were your own judge, and hope... hope was your executor, a cruel mistress that seemed to have it out for you and only you.
It was suffocating. The more you spent in the darkness, the less clear your mind became -- it was like a fog had taken over, wiping away any traces of personality and overwhelming you as if to snuff out your existence. And some days, you nearly let it. But you weren’t without your flaws or hypocrisy, for you dreamed of being free of this world, yet still desperately clung to life. A hypocrite, that’s all you were -- at least, that’s what you’d convinced yourself of.
Yet every day was still the same -- a one-sided battle between a broken girl and an army of darkness. You fought and fought, but all was in vain, for loneliness was your knife and self-destruction the noose.
Save me from myself, you’d plead to deaf and ignorant ears -- but who would save a girl who could not even love herself?
Apollo’s golden hair and eyes were beloved by many. Mortals basked in his beautiful light as if it quelled all the world’s darkness. He was salvation.
When you met Ryouta, the icy facade you’d built over the years just... melted. Vanished into thin air, leaving you defenseless in an unfamiliar world. He was the antithesis to your hatred, a young boy that emanated pure love and optimism -- a naïve boy who’d never tasted the bitterness of darkness for he was light incarnate.
You envied him.
And yet, you could not help but revel in his radiance like many others before you. You hated the way he laughed with all his heart, as if every moment was precious, as if all the worries in the world could do him no harm. You hated the way the gentle lilt of his voice calmed the unforgiving tempest in your heart. You hated the way his honey-colored eyes peered into your soul as if to say “Everything will be okay.”
And most of all, you hated how you believed him.
One day, a water nymph, smitten by the warmth the Sun God so carelessly and generously radiated, fell in love with Apollo.
When he walked past, all attention shifted to him like sunflowers vying for the sun’s attention. Golden locks shone in a sea of blacks and browns, the way the sun peeks its head from behind gray storm clouds. They basked in his warm glory, admiring him from afar with ever-pining hearts. Some even tried to venture closer to the sun -- though they never lasted long, burning to a crisp when he was just within reach. Ryouta was worshiped wherever he went, yet you saw him for what he truly was -- the loneliest man in the world.
He was light itself, and yet he was so alone.
Despite your better judgement, you befriended him. And like the hypocrite you were, you felt genuine surprise when he welcomed your companionship with open arms. You thought he was crazy, but he was still your first friend -- and as much as you hated to admit it, he was the light to your darkness, the light you’d sought for years.
Every time your heart skipped a beat when he shone his rays your way, the space filled with one warning: The closer you get to the sun, the closer your death would be.
The water nymph would watch him with unblinking eyes as he traveled across the sky, day after day. She was unmoving, paralyzed by her unrequited love.
“[Name]cchi!”
“Ryouta!” You greeted your excited best friend with a delicate smile. He grinned and toppled into the chair next to you, an uncharacteristic and exhausted sigh slipping past his lips. Worry immediately overcame you, but you both opted to sit in silence, a miracle in and of itself because the library always became noisy once he entered.
No, not noisy. It always became lively and warm when he arrived. You looked forward to his daily visits the most.
“You said you had something to tell me, Ryouta?” His name slipped past your lips like a serenade as you nervously glanced up from your novel. His caramel gaze gleefully met yours, and you couldn’t help but drink in his intense beauty.
“Oh, yeah! You’ll be so proud of me!”
“Oh?”
To your surprise, the boy gingerly grabbed your hands as a heavenly smile graced his features. Your heart skipped a beat, but ultimately nearly stopped when you realized he might see the cuts on your wrists. You glanced at your hands in contempt before nervously raising your head in bewilderment and panic, all worry dissipating upon noticing the tears in his eyes.
“I finally asked my crush out!”
Your heart shattered.
But Apollo never noticed the water nymph, for his eyes were set on another.
You shouldn’t have befriended him. You shouldn’t have let your walls come crashing down. You shouldn’t have fallen in love with him, for he was not yours to love. You shouldn’t have let him become your light, not when there were so many clouds in your path.
And a sunflower without sunlight could never hope to live, for they exist only for the sun.
You took refuge in your cage, remembering the reason you hid away in the first place. Nothing had changed -- you were still in the same place you were when you first met your Sun.
Except now, he was in that cage with you.
The gods took pity on the nymph and turned her into a sunflower… a flower that perpetually followed the sun.
You paced around the room, briefly throwing worried glances at your captive. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Perhaps breaking his trust like this wasn’t the way to his heart -- but what were you to do? Watch him get his heart broken again by everyone else -- by people who didn’t appreciate him like you did, by people who didn’t worship him like you did?
He was beautiful even when gagged and bound. His warm honey eyes, in all their glory and fear, were terrifyingly beautiful even when soaked with tears. How was it possible to be this beautiful when so powerless?
You caressed his cheek, the scary love in your eyes making him close his lovely eyes. And yet, even while whimpering and shivering under your touch, he still looked beautiful. He truly was a God, and somehow, he’d fallen into your possession. You’d be a fool to let such a beautiful being go. Although the fear in your eyes hurt to see, he’d understand who he truly belonged with soon enough -- even if you have to snuff out his light.
