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lamnwar · 18 days

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"Hey, babe."

"Hm?"

"Do you think we can get a dog?"

Taiga raises an eyebrow at you, facing your pleading eyes, that look on your face he only sees when you ask for him to take you out on a nice dinner.

"Are you serious, babe?"

"Dead serious."

He stares back, thick eyebrows torn in confusion at your sudden request, and one that makes no sense at all since...

"I'm scared shitless of them."

You laugh, a blatant mockery of your boyfriend and his irrational fear of dogs. You've been aware of it for a long time now; from the way he goes the opposite direction of anyone walking their dog on the street and how he stays on his guards every time you hang out at Tetsu's. The sight never fails to amuse you. Can it get more ridiculous than seeing a buff, giant man like your boyfriend shitting his pants in front of a creature which's not even a quarter of his size?

"Come on Taiga, we'll get a small one, maybe something chill like... a corgi?"

"Can't we get a cat?" he replies, still not convinced by, what is to him, an absurd demand.

"I'm allergic, you know that."

He sighs. He doesn't get it - where this sudden demand comes from or what even is the necessity for you to get a pet. As far as he's concerned, the two of you are well enough. So, what more can you seek? Is his company not enough to keep you from loneliness?

"What do you need a dog for, anyways?" he mumbles, a slight childish pout on his face.

You don't reply instantly, your gaze travelling away from his adorable face. The reason for your request is not a mystery to you, yet voicing it out scares you. It's just painfully embarrassing.

"Maybe you'd like a bigger breed? Should we get a German shepherd?"

He clicks his tongue, turning your face towards his, "Answer my question."

You remain silent, still not looking his way. It's not like Taiga would judge you for your reason behind this seemingly random request, but it's more that you don't like what it may reflect of you.

"Hey, babe. Not gonna judge, I'm just trying to understand. Y'know, depending on the answer I might actually be open for negotiation."

You laugh softly, a breathy sigh coming out of your lips as you finally speak, voice little.

"I... I want company so I don't feel alone when you're not home."

Your answer surprises him at first; eyebrows raised as he ponders what you mean by that. For all he knows, he's at home quite often, safe for the few times when he has to play abroad. Taiga's routine, overwise, is constructed so he gets to spend the most time with you. Morning in your arms, making sure he's home to cook a delicious diner for you every evening, and even going to occasionally pick you up earlier just so he has more hours to spend with you. And you are fully aware of it, which makes you feel terrible for being so clingy. You literally have no excuse, when your boyfriend is Taiga Kagami.

"It's stupid, I know." You groan, hiding your face in the palms of your hands.

"Nah pretty, I get it."

"Huh?"

Strong arms pull you towards your boyfriend's warm chest. He keeps you there, in a soft embrace as you feel his laugh rumble in his torso.

"I'd become a househusband if it meant spending all my days with you. So I get it."

"Yeah? Because there's that and also..." you pause, gathering your thoughts. "I wanna take care of something."

This time, though, he doesn't get it at all. You could mean anything by that statement, and for all he knows, it might have everything to do with him, or not. You grimace, not expecting to open up that much from what started off as a rather simple request - well, simple in your book, that is.

"I don't get to take care of you, since you're so independent. But I wanna care for something, have someone be dependent on me. Is that crazy?" you laugh in embarrassment, "shit, my shrink would probably put that on my mommy issues."

In all honesty, Taiga doesn't really know how to respond to that. It's not really that he's at lost for words, as much as he simply cannot comprehend what you are feeling.

He wishes he could though, and after a few minutes of silent reflection, he eventually does. Taiga grew up to be self-sufficient, and ever since you started living together, he's unknowingly started taking care of you, too. It's just a second nature to him, something he does without thinking about it too hard.

"That's why you want a dog, huh? well, I would rather have you take care of me" he says, a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

"Envious of our non-existent dog already, Taiga?" you chuckle.

"Honestly? Yeah."

He sighs, bringing you closer to him as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You're a bit stunned by the sudden demonstration of affection, but your fingers automatically find his hair, twisting his red locks between them.

"I didn't know you felt like that, babe. But I don't want you to get a dog either. If you wanna take care of someone, take care of me."

You laugh softly, "then start needing me a bit, you do absolutely everything by yourself, s'not fair!"

He pulls away, looking at you curiously. Well, you're not entirely wrong, he clearly doesn't need you to clean after him, cook for him, or do anything of that sort. He even takes care of the spiders and other insects! So really, he doesn't need you for that. But at the same time, he'd argue that you're omitting one crucial thing which just you can tend to.

"Are you stupid? I still need your kisses. Want me to be more needy for them? I could absolutely do that!" he leans in again, face so close that you feel like he's taking your air all for himself. "Kiss me, I'm begging."

You stare back in surprise, flustered by his sudden request. Yet, some part of you feels warm by hearing these words. Maybe you do crave him begging for you, for anything that only you can provide.

Your lips find his softly, drawing a hum of satisfaction out of your boyfriend. If he's being a 100% honest with himself, he'll gladly admit craving your touch more than anything else. He leans in, grabbing the back of your neck almost in desperation, almost as if he wants to gobble you in. You giggle, pulling away and leaving a playful pat on his hair. Lovestruck eyes stare at you, making your heart bloom in a thousand of flowers.

"See? No need for a dog. I'll always need you for kisses."

#idk what prompted me to write this but listen!!#i love writing soft kagami 😙#knb x reader #knb #kagami taiga #knb fluff #kagami x reader #kuroko no basquet

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lamnwar · 23 days

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Oikawa looks like a gleek

#his fav character is definitely kurt #but he's lowkey a rachel berry #let's be real here ://#(should i start a tag for my rewatch?)#haikyu!!#oikawa tooru

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lamnwar · 23 days

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Liquor Kiss // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

18+ MDNI

gooood I've been wanting to write something for so long (since that one guy I met at the club actually 🤤)!!! It's very self indulgent but tbh idc at all lmao 3.2k bc I'm obsessed with Daiki

Context: As a good willed team manager, you take your team out for drinks, not expecting the night to take you where it actually does. All characters all 20+ for plot's sake.

Warnings: some sexual tension between reader and Daiki, tits groping, ass groping, nasty makeout in public (some of just don't have any decorum 😔), Daiki's hard hihi, mention of sex but no explicit sex, could have been worst but I gotta behave a bit yk 🤨

“I’m taking you out for drinks.”

That’s what you initially said in the locker room to the group of sweaty men, who just finalized a season of games and felt like they were on the brink of death. You wish you could understand their state, and to some extent you do, but nothing compares to the real thing. As their manager, you can only relate to the stress this season has been and finishing off as one of the top teams wasn’t an easy fit to pull. So, when you said you’d take them out for drinks, maybe it was more for you than for them. Either way, that was enough to give them an energy boost, just enough to get them to the transport out of the gymnasium and to a quaint restaurant, own by an old man who’s seen your worst moments due to alcohol – but that’s ok, you’ve got him sworn to secrecy. It would put in peril your entire legitimacy as team manager if any of your boys knew what you’ve done under the influence of a glass too much of liquor.

Yet, here you are. 1 AM, queueing outside a hyped club in Shinjuku with a dozen of giant men around you, and all eyes on them.

You’ve grown used to walk everywhere surrounded by your intimidating-looking players, but never in such context, which makes you unexpectedly conscious of how you may look to others. This girl, going to the club with a dozen of giant, muscular men, some of which are notably handsome. You could tell your cheeks have heated up, but whether it could be blamed on alcohol or your current situation, is a mystery.

“Manager, get in with me. It’s free entry for couples.”

You jump in place, turning to look at your star player. Daiki Aomine has always been way too familiar with the way he addresses you, like you were some longtime friends. Somewhat of aa nonchalant asshole and a prodigy who has all rights to be cocky, he’s one you always struggled to tame, no matter how hard you’ve tried. So, this request of his is no surprise to you.

“You pay like everyone else, Daiki. Can’t pretend that our star player is broke now, can we?”

“Come on, you’re no fun. What are you scared of, anyway? That other men see you with me and that I reduce your chance of pulling tonight?”

You groan, punching him in the arm.

“Quit it, I can pull either way. Not that it’s any of your concern.”

He lets out a chuckle, looking down at you with that one annoying smirk you’ve grown to know all too well. At the same time, he might not be lying. You’ve only known him since he joined the club, but words on the street have it that Daiki Aomine is a chick magnet. You’re not surprised – beside his status as basketball prodigy, a handsome face like his isn’t something that goes unnoticed. He is annoyingly beautiful, so of course you want to blame him for your celibacy! You’ve come to spend time with him for business, people always mistaking you for a couple due to his overt familiarity and you’ve reached a point where you don’t even bother to correct these false assumptions. But tonight, when you get the opportunity to make out with a handsome stranger, the last thing you want is to be stuck with someone who has all it takes to be mistaken for the town’s greatest fuckboy and who will absolutely ruin all your chances of getting some.

“Aw too bad, I always had this fantasy of playing pretend couple with you” he states in a smirk, looking at the way you roll your eyes – way too used to these senseless words.

“You’re into weird stuff, you know that?”

“I’m into you” he retorts, his words making your heart skip a beat.

You sigh, brushing off his words with a significative gesture of the hand, as you try your best to keep your composure. You’d lie if you said he doesn’t make you feel a little something occasionally, but you’d argue Daiki makes your heart flutter the most when he is on the court – or, in the present case, when he wears that expensive cologne that always makes you feel dizzy the minute you get a whiff of it. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, ever so charmingly grinning when the queue moves up and you reach the entrance.

“Let me at least pay you a drink when we’re in.” His suave voice reaches your ear like a soft purr, and you hide your blush under a fake cough.

“I’ll make you pay for the most expensive stuff on the menu, then.”

“That’s a deal.”

You nod, and the next thing you know, your team and you are suddenly in a fog of dancing lights, sweating bodies, and the loud bass of the music making your ribcage vibrate almost as much as your pounding heart. For a minute, you’re phased by this new environment, feeling like you’ve entered a parallel universe; but that only lasts for so long before your players call for you, dragging a few eyes your direction. You’re used to hearing them, so maybe you forgot how loud they can be till now, when you realise that the combined voices of a dozen of giant men can easily overpower the booming electric sound of a nightclub.

“Now now, Manager, a cute girl like you can’t stay alone at the club.”

“Right? What if you get kidnapped?” adds another player as he swings a glass of god-knows-what in your hand.

You laugh at their jabs, barely affected by their compliments. It’s not like you’d let any of that flatter your ego, anyway.

“Now guys, y’all know I’m proud of you and you deserve to have some fun but please don’t overdo it or I might get my ass smacked by the coach” you declare while ironically sipping a glass of strong liquor.

“You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck off Captain, don’t tease a girl for her love for oldies.”

You almost choke on your drink, landing a playful punch on your players’ chests. Teasing you like that is nothing new and you’re generally indifferent to their stupidity, but couple of drinks down, it’s harder to be a pacifist. Your banter goes on for long enough before you empty your glass, and coincidentally cross Daiki’s eyes. The souvenir of your previous deal comes back to you, and the opportunity of getting paid a glass of fancy liquor is too tempting for you not to pull through. The blue-haired man sits there, leg spread as if the idea of letting some space for anyone else to share the couch with him is an absurdity. The sight infuriates you, which you’d admit is fairly childish. But deep down, you know that your rage is rather directed to yourself: something about the sight of him like that, his oversized white shirt reminding you of how big he is, and the silver chain around his neck that you feel like tugging on. That sickening careless look on his face.

You raise your empty glass at him before pointing at the bar. He raises an eyebrow, feigning ignorance (or so you’ve concluded) and gesturing for you to come closer.

“Use that pretty mouth of yours if you wanna ask for something” he says as you lean closer to him.

“Not my fault you’re an idiot, Daiki. Anyways, you owe me a drink.”

“Do I?”

“Well, if you don’t want to, I’m sure I can still manage to get a handsome stranger to pay me one.”

“That’s a low jab, Manager” he tsks, “Why don’t you chill for a minute on my lap and then I’ll buy you that drink, hm?”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Come on, I saw you ogling, what’s with that, huh?”

You stare mouth agape, failing to reply with any wit. You wish you haven’t been caught – although you’d personally argue that it wasn’t really “ogling” as much as it was just taking a simple look at him. The sight of you defeated draws a chuckle out of his lips, one that has you leaning away from him and grumble in your corner like a child. That is, at least, till he grabs your wrist and pulls you in, making you land on his thigh in a swift movement. You squeak, too stunned to even move.

“You’re a pain you know?” he sighs, hand wrapping around your waist. “Gotta do everything by me… didn’t peg you to be so passive, Manager.”

“Can you not… ah, fucking dumbass.”

“Come on, just for a minute” his voice resonates deep in your ear, giving you a strange and invasive feeling.

“What’s with you?”

“Just think you look good on my lap, s’all.”

You stiffen your body at the sound of his nonchalant tone – saying things like that so casually, what kind of weirdo does that? You try to get away again, fearing the judgement of your other players at the sight of you in such predicament, but looking around you are quick to notice that barely no one is left. Looking ahead towards the dancefloor, you spot some of them, while another batch is at the bar. So even that, is not a good enough excuse for you to run away. Why would you, asks that voice deep within. Why would you want to leave his lap when you know damn well that you enjoy it?

You click your tongue, hand creeping to his and stealing the beer bottle from his grasp. He raises his eyebrows, surprised, then lets out a smirk when you take a swing at his bottle. The way the liquid goes down your throat, till he claims back the bottle, for once silent even though his eyes speak a thousand words.

The taste of the beer still lingers on your tongue, but you remember that it was his drink, and somewhere on the softness of your tongue lays the taste of Daiki Aomine. You swipe your lips, gazing away. This is not alright, in any way possible. Forget about the fact that it’s a pending HR case on the both of you, the simple fact that you can’t get your heart to calm down is a problem of its own.

“A minute’s gone, buy me that drink” you say, trying to get yourself to move off his lap.

Just a motivation, anything to encourage you to step up and leave this situation before your alcohol-soaked brain makes the wrong decision. Come to think of it, maybe you’ll make him pay for a bottle of water – those are always dramatically expensive in night clubs. Just anything to cool down the burning sensation in your entire body.

“Still so diligent, huh?”

“I’m paid for that” you grunt as he releases your waist from his grip, allowing you to stand on your feet.

The night is booming with life, yet all you can hear is the thumping of the blood flowing in your body at a crazy rate. Next thing you know, Daiki’s hand tugging on your hands as he drags you through the crowd to the bar. You can’t help but look at your hand in his – big palm that almost englobes yours, the rough pad of his fingers against the soft skin of your hand, the silver rings on his fingers, his tiny effort to dress up to go out – a complete contrast with your dolled up self, who never goes out without dressing up a bit. Then you look up, the big plan of his back being right in your line of sight, and the back of his neck. Something inside you thinks about kissing it, peppering the tan skin of his neck with soft, tender kisses… but no!

You shake such ideas away from your brain. That can’t be, you can’t think of him like that. It doesn't matter if he always finds a way to stay after practice, just so the two of you could be left alone in the gymnasium. It doesn’t matter if he’s always looking at you after every one of his formless shots, seeking that awe in your eyes when you watch his play. It doesn't matter if he always finds a way to touch you – from the simple, supposedly innocent, graze to this very moment where he holds your hand so tight and your body so close to his.

“Two shots of that, please.”

His voice snaps you back to reality. He holds you behind him, one hand pointing at some item on the menu before seeking for his wallet in his front pocket. The occasion for you to say something hasn’t even been presented that he’s already ordered for you. Pulling you next to him, he glances at the glasses and then back at you.

“Drink up, might remove that stick from up your ass.”

“See, you say stuff like that, then you expect me to actually like you?”

He clicks his tongue, downing his own shot before tilting yours towards your lips. You look at him, then back at the crystal-clear liquid in the tiny glass. It’s driving you crazy, all this situation. As much as you like to think of yourself as someone who has her shit together, right now you are far from it. Just the sight of Daiki’s throat as he swallows his drink, and the drop that he swipes away from his plump lips with his thumb – just that, drives you over the edge. You grunt, gulping the liquor in one go before looking back at him.

You feel hot and confused. A prey to the turmoil inside your head, a battle with no victor between your mind and your body. And that fucker, he grins while watching you. For a moment, your brain scans all the possible scenarios in which you might find yourself, almost as if it’s trying to give you one last chance to be rational. But in that split second where you had infinite options, you still choose to grab the basketball player’s hand, dragging him to the dancefloor with you.

He’s surprised at first – both by the strength with which your small hand (compared to his, that is) holds him, and by the action in itself. In a desperate attempt to make sense of your behaviour, he puts some energy into a work of reflection. His dark pupils look at you like a curious thing, but he gives up the idea of you being your usual, conceited self. He might have, for once, got from you exactly what he wants. His hand wraps around your waist when you turn to press your back to his chest, the softness of your ass against him – and oh god, does it feel like madness to him. You sway your hips to the rhythm of the song playing, lost in the feeling of both Daiki and the sound playing in your ears. His breath hitches, joining the movement of your body. It starts as a slow, almost shy grind, before his hands trail down to your hips. These soft caresses remind you of the way he commands the court; with so much fluidity and smoothness that you think playing basketball is his actual nature. And his hands on your body is nonetheless innate.

That’s how it should be, you both think in that moment.

He doesn’t hesitate for an instant, sliding a hand up to your chest, leaning in so his voice falls straight in your ear.

“Fuck, didn’t know you could move your hips like that.”

You laugh, fingers grazing his on your hip. What else can you do, in response, but to sway to the music? He hisses, feeling the softness of your flesh against him – your ass pressed against his half-hard cock, and your breast in the hold of his palm. You feel all air knocked out of your lungs when his lips trail down your neck, the hot hair coming out of his nose fanning against your skin. He hums your perfume, getting drunk on the scent of you. Your hand reaches back, fingers pulling on his short hair to draw him closer and closer. He chuckles, finding your eagerness amusing. Even in his wildest fantasies, he’s never imagined you to be like this.

“Kiss me.”

“Huh?”

You sigh, not wanting to repeat yourself, especially when you’re convinced that he’s heard you well. And yet, you say it again, loud and clear in the shell of his ear.

“Kiss me, dumbass.”

“You got it, Manager.”

His lips travel up your neck to your jaw, teasing the corner of your lips before he finally leans in. Big hand grabs your face and turning it his direction as he closes in, taking you in a soft kiss. You’re stunned for a moment, not expecting him to be such a gentleman. But your surprise is short lived; it doesn't take long for Daiki’s hand to grab your throat, tilting your head at the right angle at the exact moment his tongue teases your lips, while you obediently part them. You don’t even recognize yourself in the way you let him take over you – whether it’s the way he’s kissing you right now, or that hand that gropes you shamelessly. All you can feel is the arousal pooling in your panties, and his hard-on pressed behind you as you make out on dancefloor. Not even the fact that some of the other players are able to see you, absolutely flabbergasted at the sight of their so well-put manager in a nasty make-out with the team’s ace. No, nothing can draw you away from Daiki Aomine.

“Let’s go to the back” you mutter against his lips.

He doesn’t bother to question you, urgently dragging you out of the crowd and the eyes of the public, to the dark back of the club. Faces lit by the deem light of an old lamp, next to a wall of graffiti, Daiki’s hands are back on your body, feeling the plump of your ass as he takes you into a hungry kiss. He’d gobble you up if he could. You’re just too cute with those cherry cheeks and your hair in a mess. His hands travel up, taking in every inch till they are full of your pretty tits. They feel nice in his palms, enough to have him swear under his breath.

“Can I fuck you here, hm?” he asks nonchalantly. “That body of yours is making me painfully hard.”

“No way, gonna catch tetanus or something in a place like this.”

He groans, but he doesn’t insist. If anything, he’s taking the win you just handed to him. No snarky remark, no slap on the chest, nothing from you, no resistance. You didn’t even seem to question his words when he asked if he could fuck you.

“Booked a car home, we’ve got ten minutes.” He says, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Can I at least suck your tits?”

“Demanding, aren’t we?”

He grunts, leaning in to let his tongue rummage your warm mouth, shutting you up. He is demanding. He’s annoying, too. He’s lazy and cocky. But hell, does he make your pussy throb.

#rb because i'm drinking vodka and thinking of him 😔#daiki pls make out with me 🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️#aomine daiki

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lamnwar · 24 days

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watching haikyu!! and having war flashback to that dream I had once with bokuto

#i was so troubled by that dream lmaooo no part of me was prepared for that #now seeing that owl faced dummy just brings it all back #it's like seeing an old ex yk 😔#bokuto koutarou #haikyu!!

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lamnwar · 24 days

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2024 knb art, nature is fucking healing

#he's so FINE!!#i need a full week of recovery #kagami taiga #knb #knb fanart #kuroko no basuke

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lamnwar · 26 days

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thinking about how kiyoshi did too much of a good job at provoking murasakibara that dude got into the zone

#imagine having that overly nice guy representing everything you hate and being so good at it #i'd be mad too tbh #but like... it's kiyoshi!!#if i was murasakibara i would have folded in place #you wanna have fun? fine have fun with me bb boy 😋#(on my fifth rewatch of knb)#knb #teppei kiyoshi #murasakibara atsushi

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lamnwar · 27 days

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LOOK LOOK IT'S MY VERY PRETTY HUSBAND <333

kiyoshi

#i love most fanart of him but THIS!!#artist made him so soft looking I'm melting 💕💕#kuroko no basket #knb fanart #teppei kiyoshi

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lamnwar · 27 days

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PLEASE😭

#thinking abt midorima who will never get rid of takao ever #(they're married btw)#knb

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Liquor Kiss // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

18+ MDNI

gooood I've been wanting to write something for so long (since that one guy I met at the club actually 🤤)!!! It's very self indulgent but tbh idc at all lmao 3.2k bc I'm obsessed with Daiki

Context: As a good willed team manager, you take your team out for drinks, not expecting the night to take you where it actually does. All characters all 20+ for plot's sake.

“I’m taking you out for drinks.”

Yet, here you are. 1 AM, queueing outside a hyped club in Shinjuku with a dozen of giant men around you, and all eyes on them.

“Manager, get in with me. It’s free entry for couples.”

“You pay like everyone else, Daiki. Can’t pretend that our star player is broke now, can we?”

“Come on, you’re no fun. What are you scared of, anyway? That other men see you with me and that I reduce your chance of pulling tonight?”

You groan, punching him in the arm.

“Quit it, I can pull either way. Not that it’s any of your concern.”

“Aw too bad, I always had this fantasy of playing pretend couple with you” he states in a smirk, looking at the way you roll your eyes – way too used to these senseless words.

“You’re into weird stuff, you know that?”

“I’m into you” he retorts, his words making your heart skip a beat.

“Let me at least pay you a drink when we’re in.” His suave voice reaches your ear like a soft purr, and you hide your blush under a fake cough.

“I’ll make you pay for the most expensive stuff on the menu, then.”

“That’s a deal.”

“Now now, Manager, a cute girl like you can’t stay alone at the club.”

“Right? What if you get kidnapped?” adds another player as he swings a glass of god-knows-what in your hand.

You laugh at their jabs, barely affected by their compliments. It’s not like you’d let any of that flatter your ego, anyway.

“You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck off Captain, don’t tease a girl for her love for oldies.”

You raise your empty glass at him before pointing at the bar. He raises an eyebrow, feigning ignorance (or so you’ve concluded) and gesturing for you to come closer.

“Use that pretty mouth of yours if you wanna ask for something” he says as you lean closer to him.

“Not my fault you’re an idiot, Daiki. Anyways, you owe me a drink.”

“Do I?”

“Well, if you don’t want to, I’m sure I can still manage to get a handsome stranger to pay me one.”

“That’s a low jab, Manager” he tsks, “Why don’t you chill for a minute on my lap and then I’ll buy you that drink, hm?”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Come on, I saw you ogling, what’s with that, huh?”

“You’re a pain you know?” he sighs, hand wrapping around your waist. “Gotta do everything by me… didn’t peg you to be so passive, Manager.”

“Can you not… ah, fucking dumbass.”

“Come on, just for a minute” his voice resonates deep in your ear, giving you a strange and invasive feeling.

“What’s with you?”

“Just think you look good on my lap, s’all.”

“A minute’s gone, buy me that drink” you say, trying to get yourself to move off his lap.

“Still so diligent, huh?”

“I’m paid for that” you grunt as he releases your waist from his grip, allowing you to stand on your feet.

“Two shots of that, please.”

“Drink up, might remove that stick from up your ass.”

“See, you say stuff like that, then you expect me to actually like you?”

That’s how it should be, you both think in that moment.

He doesn’t hesitate for an instant, sliding a hand up to your chest, leaning in so his voice falls straight in your ear.

“Fuck, didn’t know you could move your hips like that.”

“Kiss me.”

“Huh?”

You sigh, not wanting to repeat yourself, especially when you’re convinced that he’s heard you well. And yet, you say it again, loud and clear in the shell of his ear.

“Kiss me, dumbass.”

“You got it, Manager.”

“Let’s go to the back” you mutter against his lips.

“Can I fuck you here, hm?” he asks nonchalantly. “That body of yours is making me painfully hard.”

“No way, gonna catch tetanus or something in a place like this.”

“Booked a car home, we’ve got ten minutes.” He says, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Can I at least suck your tits?”

“Demanding, aren’t we?”

He grunts, leaning in to let his tongue rummage your warm mouth, shutting you up. He is demanding. He’s annoying, too. He’s lazy and cocky. But hell, does he make your pussy throb.

#should i continue this hmmm 🤨#i have so many horny thoughts abt that man #leave it to me and i'd fill that blog with just daiki #anywayyys #aomine daiki #knb #kuroko no basuke #knb smut #aomine smut #aomine x reader #knb x reader

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