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tetsunabouquet · 7 months

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Having the nastiest thoughts about tutor! akashi, midorima and hanamiya

A/N: Because of Kinktober and the vampire Akashi AU I've been working on, I had to write this;

Akashi Seijuro - When history inspires you

Akashi sat at the table, across from you. He was explaining world history to you, which was your worst subject. Your class was currently going over Eastern European history, and that whole Transylvania thing was something you couldn't wrap your head around. You groaned and couldn't make out the words on the pages anymore. "Care for a break?" You nodded at him, thankfully. "I can understand Dracula being based on a real count, but what is the difference between Transsylvania and Walachia?" You scrunched your nose, and Akashi grinned. "From everything, Dracula you remember?" You blushed. "Well, every girl will remember a hot vampire." Akashi's grin became a little predatory. "So you like a man breathing down your neck?" You blinked at what he said, confused. 'Why is he asking me such a question?' "Uhm, I suppose." Akashi, with a dark chuckle said, "Care for a demonstration?" Your frown deepened. You couldn't follow his train of thought. He sauntered his way over to you, and tugged a lock of your hair behind your ear, his face leaning in. You could feel his lips brushing against your neck, and your heart pounded harshly in your ribcage. When his tongue trailed against your juggular vein, you gasped. He playfully bit down and you whimpered in delight. "Heh," he chuckled against your skin. "It seems it really does work on you." His hand trailed towards the collar of your uniform, pulling it softly, "Want me to suck somewhere else?"

Midorima - Chemical emotions

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You screeched in absolute terror. Accidentally, you had spilled a formula you had been practising with Midorima, on his uniform. You sucked at chemistry, this just being your most recent example of a big mistake in the school's lab, only this time there was only Midorima and not your other classmates holding back their laughter. Midorima was in the process of taking off his jacket and shirt, as the liquid was quite toxic to the skin. If you weren't so god damn terrified you had turnt the usually grumpy Midorima into an angry Midorima, you would have thought to yourself it wasn't that bad of a mistake. You weren't stupid, you knew he was an athlete and trained often. However, knowing that and seeing that were two different things. Midorima's broad chest and abs caused a nosebleed. You burried your nose in the sleeve of your own jacket, stopping the bleeding. Midorima looked at you, taking you in so very slow. His gaze felt like it was stripping you naked, and you shivered. Midorima's taped fingers wrapped around your wrist, and he pulled your hand away from your face. "You truly are set on ruining our uniforms today, nanodayo." You blushed a bright red, trying to avert your gaze. "Are you trying to tell me something?" You looked into his brilliant green eyes,"Just wondering if there is some kind of pheromone in that stuff." Much to your surprise, he chuckled at your flirty response. "Would you mind making things fair, and take off that blood stained garment?" You bit your lip in excitement, your hands flying to the buttons already at Midorima's steady gaze. This was unexpected, but as Midorima's eyes took in your chest with appreciation, you knew you were going to like every minute of this.

Hanamiya - That moment when literature gets you talking dirty

You were giggling, as Hanamiya just roasted the author of the book your teacher had instructed the class to read after a boy in your class had made the worst misogynistic joke possible about romance novels. Not that the romance novel the teacher had picked, was of any quality to convince anyone they were worth reading. "I agree, how he thought Colleen Hoover was the author to convince Takamiya otherwise is beyond me." "Joking about the ball size of your child is creepy," Hanamiya expressed in distaste, and you blinked in bewilderment. There were actually things that could creep Hanamiya out? "Children and sexual conversations don't go together." You said, shaking your head. "Only if it is about the process of creating them," Hanamiya said suggestively and your face became red. "Eh? Did I say something wrong?" He asked bemused, absolutely aware why you reacting this way, but he thought your shyness was absolutely adorable. It motivated him to continue. "You do know how people make babies right?" You nodded quickly, afraid to say anything else knowing the kind of person Hanamiya was. "Oh really? So you understand what a creampie is?" You nodded, wanting to run away from this conversation right now. "I'm getting the feeling you're just answering me to look smart, what is a creampie then?" You looked into his burning dark eyes, and bit your lip. "It's when seed leaks out of a woman's pussy." As you wondered whether pussy was the correct word to use, Hanamiya sat back in his chair with desire glittering in his eyes. He was scary yet electrifying, and your heart was racing in your chest. "How about we write a story together huh, you have an excellent word choice." You looked at him, "You really want to do the assignment together?" "Oh angel, I want to do more then the assignment together."

#knb #kuroko's basketball #akashi seijuro #akashi #knb x reader #midorima #hanamiya makoto #hanamiya #midorima shintarou #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #tutor

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ravenna222 · 1 year

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Weaving the web

Hanamiya Makoto x Fem!Reader

time skip: hanamiya and reader are in their late 20s; reader has a child

Warnings: smut, post-breakup, dacryphilia, heavy degradation, oral (f!recieving), threatening, edging, physical abuse (reader gets slapped in the face), toxic! hanamiya (lmao what were we expecting), emotional manipulation, reader is implied to have an abusive past, fluff if you squint

P.s. This is my first time writing smut, so the actual nsfw part might not be too satisfying, but I hope the storyline makes up for it, even tho it's kinda rushed

How long has it been? Hanamiya thinks back, reminiscing his relationship with you. It's been 3 years since he's seen you, and god this was not what he was expecting. You sitting by the seaside cradling a baby.

The breakup was messy, whenever you remember it a stench of nausea fills your guts. Makoto was never a nice man, you knew that from the start, everyone knew. From the first time you saw him in highschool you knew he was trouble, gliding down the halls with that unsettling smirk plastered on his face deciding who to taunter next. He waiting the day it was your turn, gosh he was like a flee, trying to mess up your relationships, tearing up your friendships. Yet nothing he ever did seemed to be enough to break you. You were intelligent, sure, he could give you that, but you were no where near his level; however that wit infuriated him to no end, dare he say you're wittier than him. Perhaps it was that that lured him in. He was so endowed into weaving his spider web that he had entangled himself in it. Hara would tease him about it during practise, how he always fixated on you, how out of everyone know one got on his nerves just as much as you did. Soon you both started talking more, less bickering, you were getting closer to eachother. Even if you weren't as intelligent as him, he found your shared conversations the most interesting. He was never bored around you. Sometimes he thinks that his intellect, as much as it is a gift, is his own damnation. School was too easy, apart from ruining basketball as a sport, tormenting people and playing darts nothing was fulfilling. Sure he's an avid reader, but he couldn't always read. With you he felt as if his brain found enough tranquility to switch off all the unending noise.

He remembers the moment you two had sex for the first time: you were both 3rd year students close to graduation, about to write a new chapter of life. You were together studying in the library, or at least supposed to study, when you decided to ditch the boring essay and go to his to play darts. You were surprised, not by the fact that he enjoyed throwing darts but by the fact he was willing to teach you. He was never patient with anyone. During that evening was a complete failure for you, guess the dart board wasn't on your side.

"Stupid, if you keep your arm in that stance you're never gonna hit the center, or the board for that matter."

"Yeah, well maybe if you actually decided to teach me and give me a few tips like you said earlier I wouldn't completely suck!"

"Ugh, you're such a pain you know? Whining all the time. Here, let me show you." Standing right behind you, a hand slip over your waist while his other grabbed your hand to change your position, he guided it to throw the dart.

"Huh, what a suprise, it landed on the board this time." Damn that sarcastic tone of his. If you could you'd throw him out of his own bedroom.

You stayed in that position for a few mere moments before he started kissing your neck, left hand making it un to your breast whilst the other slid down your torso.

You both will never forget that night, he was sure of it, nor will he ever forget the years you spent together in university. He was studying to become a lawyer, more specifically a criminal defence lawyer purely to piss people off. And to no one's suprise, he became a phenomenal one. Criminals from all of Japan, and some overseas, would come searching help from Hanamiya.

Maybe it was the work overload, maybe it was the fact that he refused to admit that it was too much, or perhaps fame. He became even more petty and angry towards everything. You understood it was bad when even his own mother told him to take some time off. But he wouldn't.

The night of the breakup was messy to say the least. "You're a masochist", "seems to me you enjoy the pain I give you."

Done you were, you told yourself, done. You swore to yourself that you'd never speak to him again. Not even holding a positive pregnancy test would make you crawl back to him for support. No, you'll get rid of this baby, you told yourself. But you didn't, you didn't find the courage to do so. You blamed it on the societal expectations of women, that every woman was destined to become a mother, the brainwashing of young girls letting go of their big dreams to settle down and bear children. Not that that automatically ment a big career was over, but it was hard. They made it hard. You didn't have family to turn to, Hanamiya knew that, he knew of your broken family and that's why he was so perplexed to see you by the seaside holding a damn baby in your arms.

Hanamiya chuckled as he watched the horror washed over your face. No, no, please, anyone but him.

"Hey love, longtime no see. Care to explain this nonsense?"

He didn't need an explanation, it was his, how could it not? He could tell by the baby's eyes, they were an exact resemblance of his.

"I don't need to explain anything to you, Hanamiya." You bark back. You said you were done with him, you swore it to yourself, yet here he is standing infront of you with that humouring glare.

Why the hell was he in Okinawa? Shouldn't he be in Tokyo working?

"Oh please Y/n, cut the formalities, it doesn't suit you. You know, I finally listened to ma, took that holiday, and look who we have here. I wondered where you had gone off to, couldn't reach you, didn't try really, but here you are."

God hates you, you're certain of it. God hates you more than he hates Hanamiya.

"This is a suprise, can't say a pleasant one tho."

He sat beside you, taking a closer look at the baby. It was a girl, a baby girl, he had a baby girl. Fuck, he almost couldn't bring himself to believe it. As much as he wanted to hate it he couldn't.

"If you're going to be a bother then leave. Ayame and I are trying to relax. Get your ass away from us."

Ayame huh.

As you were trying to woosh Makoto away Ayame opened her eyes, as her vision landed right onto Hanamiya she clapped her hands. Finally her Daddy's home.

Sometimes you hated Ayame's little brain, if there is one thing certain about her, it's that she inherited her father's high iq. She didn't need you to tell her who he was, one glance is all she needed, one glance, and she knew.

"Dada!" She started to wriggle uncontrollably tempting to get to Hanamiya. Dada Dada Dada, she repeatedly whispered. The one thing you feared happening is happening, and there was nothing you could do about it. Sure, you could run someplace Hanamiya wouldn't reach you, but his image would be engraved into Ayame forever. She would never forget him.

"C'mon, pass her to me." You're reluctant but you do as you're told.

Strange feelings pass over Hanamiya, he wasn't sure what to think of this other than the obvious: He's a father now.

As the sun set, you all went back to your place to have dinner. You agreed that he'd spend the night as he hadn't booked a hotel, or so he told you.

After dinner you put Ayame to sleep, now all that was left was to make a deal with the devil.

Hanamiya is sitting on your couch, watching you unamused as you sit next to him.

"You really expected that I'd have told you about her?"

No, he didn't.

"You're hilarious my dear, you would have saved yourself so much trouble if you just had the courage to pick up the phone."

He's infuriating, you just want to kick him out and leave him on the streets, oh how you'd love to, but you couldn't. You didn't want to.

"Fuck off Hanamiya."

"What did we say about formalities Y/n?"

"Alright, Makoto. You stay the night, but when I wake up I better not see you, otherwise I'll get a fucking restraining order."

"Baby please, I'm a lawyer. You couldn't win a case against me even if you tried. But what would Ayame think? Are you always this inconsiderate about her? As she grows older, what would she think of her lovely Mommy not letting her see her own sweet daddy, hmm? Think carefully Y/n."

"You bastard! How dare you-!"

Before you knew it he pinned you down on the couch under him, his knee between your thighs, rubbing at your core. Fuck, this wasn't supposed to turn you on the way it did, well... fuck him for knowing you too well.

"Not gonna lie, I did miss this."

"Fuck you. Get off me you bastard!"

"Quit the tongue Y/n, it doesn't suit you."

And with that his lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss, all the passion that was sealed throughout the 3 years of not being together bubbled up to the surface. You hated yourself for this. You never wanted to see him again but here you are under him, putty in his hands like you always were. Nothing has changed.

"Quit the lies too, if you didn't want me here tonight, you wouldn't have offered me to stay here, we both know I earn enough money for a decent hotel. You want this, tell yourself all of the above, but you can't deny it, you can't deny me anymore sweetheart, you're not getting rid of me any time soon."

You start to panic, it was true, once he entered your apartment you knew what was going to happen. Pathetically lying to yourself isn't going to make it better.

Slyly he unclips your bra and slides his hands under your shirt, clasping your left breast. He curses to himself, he missed this a bit too much. He tries to convince himself, and you for the sake of his arrogance, that he just missed the sex, but you knew otherwise.

He proceeds to pull your shirt over your head and take off your jeans, leaving you bare only for his eyes to see. Trying to hide yourself by grabbing the closest blanket, you feel a sting on your left cheek. "Nah-ah, you're not getting all shy on me now stupid girl" his whisper sends a chill down your spine,"where'd all that fight go, hmm?" Ending with a lick on your ear he turns to your neck. You knew by the end of this you'll be all bruised up, covered in hickeys. Worry hits you, what if Ayame sees the marks? But it doesn't matter, you like it this way anyway, you like it when it hurts.

"Ah!" He bites down nearly drawing blood. Makoto has always been sadistic, he once told you he started rough play when he was 12, always laughing at the pain of others, you're no exempt. On the contrary, you're his prime victim, your pain tastes like honey to him, sweeter than any he's tasted. As he sucks on your neck his left hand finds its way to your panties, white ones huh, when did you become so pure?

He starts circling your clothed clit slowly it almost hurts. His lips leave your now ruined neck and make their way back to your mouth. You groan into the kiss as he smirks.

"More more Makoto, 'want more!" He lets out a scornful laugh whilst kissing your abdomen. You sound like a bratty child throwing a tantrum, and you know what happens to brats? They need to be disciplined.

"So impatient and we're just getting started, ah~ , how did I find myself such a slutty brat?" You want to protest, but soon you feel a hot breathe graze your damped panties. Hanamiya moves your them aside and gives your clit a quick lick and a delicate suck that makes your legs wriggle in delite. Oh how sweet you can be, forgetting the sour nature of Hanamiya Makoto. Nearly instantly you can feel your panties covering you clit.

"Fuck-ah!-" A slap lands on your pussy, "watch your mouth" he warns you. Ah! Another slap and Makoto wastes no time to dive in and smell the wet heat of your core. He begins to lick your clothed pussy. It's not enough, it's definitely not enough, but when is it ever enough for you. Finally after a few whiny moans he slips you panties off, feeling a tongue beginning to lap around your folds. There was no questioning Hanamiya's oral performance, his silver tongue is able to give you high after high when he's generous.

"Ahh~, Ma-uh~, M-makoto hmm!" You manage to blurt out, hearing the slurps turns you on more and more. You can sense a knot forming inside. Hanamiya grins, he knows your body dangerously well, he's well aware of your upcoming climax. He starts to tongue fuck you as his right hand reaches your chin and plunges two fingers into your mouth making you gag.

"Mm-mmh!" The gagged moans were his favourite, fuck they were so slutty to him. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and puts his index inside you.

"Cummin' m'koto" you slur out. A few seconds pass, but when you finally are going to release all motions stop, he pulls out his finger and slaps your pussy again. You cry out, how could he deny you?

"I don't think you deserve it. You know you've been such a whiny bitch to me, you don't even deserved to be touched you stupid slut." Another sting, but this time on your right plush cheek. "I find out you had my child and you didn't fucking bother to tell me!" Another slap, this time right across your face.

" I'm sorry I'm sorry! I- I-" tears threaten to fall. You do feel guilty, you kept the father of your child out of her life. Maybe for a good reason? But you can't reason, not when Makoto rams 3 fingers into your aching cunt catching you of guard.

"And you were planning on never telling me, you know you'd be the reason she would have felt empty, pain, asking you where her daddy is? When he doesn't even know she fuckin' exists! You stupid whore, you're a terrible mother."

Hot tears stain your face, this is why you left him, but you can't seem to think straight at the moment, not when you're about to cum all over his fingers.

"C'mon mommy", he taunts, "cum on daddy's fingers." His voice, that's all you need to reach your climax.

Suddenly he flips you over, one foot on the floor for support and the other firm on the side of the couch to reach in deep enough.

"You really thought you could get away with this? You're fucking delusional. Sooner or later I was gonna find you, track you down. I have connections, the ones that wouldn't mind beating up a few dozen people to find a stupid fucking slut. And here you are, safe and sound in Okinawa, and look! I found you! Maybe destiny is real." He knows it's the insanity talking for him. Destiny, fate, none of that shit exists. He was going to find you eventually nonetheless, it was only a matter of time. He's a criminal defence lawyer for fucks sakes, he's made friends here and there who'd gladly repay him with a favor if he'd ask faster than a blink of an eye. Realistically, he doesn't think he would've done such a thing. Or maybe, who knows. But there is something everyone knows, you know it too well: Hanamiya's unpredictable.

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nikkimidorima · 2 months

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Your KNB gift, chosen by your birthday month.

Who did you get? 🥰

#kuroko no basket #headcanon #pov #aomine #taiga kagami #kuroko #akashi seijuro #shintarou midorima #murasakibara atsushi #kise ryouta #himuro tatsuya #Hanamiya #takao kazunari #kiyoshi teppei #haizaki shougo #fanart #oc

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snorhora · 4 months

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I had this headcanon YEARS ago and it's so fucking unhinged idek what I was thinking but I STILL find it funny so imma share it with you guys. The people of the fandom. So. Both Akashi and Hanamiya are raised by single parents...what if...their parents...got...together?? Funny shit that's what. Thanks for listening to my tedtalk.

#knb #hanamiya cosplay #akashi seijuro #hanamiya #akashi #kuroko no asket #im sorry

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angelsdevils · 2 years

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What They Do When You Hold Your Hand Out: Part 1

He stares at your hand confused at first after drinking from his water bottle. He put the water bottle in your hand.

When you don't put the bottle down, he looks around before giving you his phone.

"Is that what you want? I don't have anything to hide from you love."

He furrows his eyebrows when you don't accept his phone either. He thinks for a moment, before putting his entire wallet in your hand.

"You must want something, get whatever you want. There is no budget love. Just be back before practice ends so we can go out to dinner. The pin to the card is your birthday." He leaves and heads back to practice. You can't help but smile and set his wallet down.

He looks at you unamused before slapping your hand.

When you keep your hand out, he looks around before before leaning over your hand. He places a small kiss to the palm of your hand.

You fight back a smile but keep it out before he sighs slightly irritated.

"What the hell do you want stupid?"

He see a smirk on his face and you wonder what's going through his mind.

"I get it now... could have said something. I could have ended practice early." He grabs your hand, and places in front of his shorts on top of his imprint.

He laughs loudly when you retract your hand and hold it to your chest with a blush.

"Idiot..." you mumbled.

He places the basketball in your hand, when you hold your hand out.

You let the ball fall keeping your hand out and he blinked. He looks at his burgers before placing one of them in your hand.

He frown slightly tilting his head, before giving you another burger.

He soon adds his fries and shake to the burgers that are now in front of you.

"(Y/N)? Are you going to be able to eat all of that?"

His face lights up suddenly and digs in his bag before opening a box. He puts a ring on your finger with a blush and a cheeky smile.

"Marry me after High school?"

"TAIGA!" Your eyes widen and looked at the ring and he had a bright smile.

"Taking that as a yes."

He just places a condom and a porn magazine in your hand.

"I knew you wanted to try somethings, let's skip practice now."

He leaves you as you stare at your hand with a blush before chasing after him yelling.

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heytetsu · 3 months

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they vary from little shit to dick

#hanamiya #imayoshi #akashi seijuro #papa mbaye siki #nash gold jr #haizaki shougo #mibuchi reo #takao kazunari #knb #poll

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daybosh · 1 month

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#kuroko no basket #dibujo #digital drawing #drawing #fan art #anime drawing #hanamiya #sketch

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to-move-on-means-to-grow · 2 years

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Hey

Favourite anime characters??

Hi!

Hmm, let me think...

1. Chrollo Lucilfer (Hunter x Hunter) aka Bub 💞💕❤️♥️💘💝💖💗💓❣️💟❤️‍🔥💋

2. Sekizan Takuya (ALL OUT!!) - Jeeeeesus 🤤

3. Iwaizumi Hajime + Oikawa Tōru (Haikyū!!) because you can't have one without the other - dumb & dumber 😂

4. Kurō Tetsurō (Haikyū!!) - dumb of ass

And actually the entirety of the Haikyū cast because what are favourites in Haikyū? 😂

5. Hanamiya Makoto (Kuroko no Basuke)

I wanna kick him and also hug him, this tool of a man 🤷

6. Getō Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen) - I want him back 🥺😭

Thank you for the question! 🙇💕

#answered #personal #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo the gentleman 💓#sekizan #sekizan takuya #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi #kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsurou #hanamiya #hanamiya makoto #getou #geto #getou suguru #geto suguru

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imagine-knb · 6 months

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Kuroko no Basket Illustrations by Fujimaki Tadatoshi Source: Kuroko no Basket Replace 5

#nijimura #haizaki #hanamiya #imayoshi #koganei #kagami #look I have no clue who's in the middle two pics #somebody help admin neon

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tetsunabouquet · 28 days

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Hi! Could you do a nsfw scenario for Nash and Hanamiya in which they're bullying the girl that they like?

(18+ And with the slight increase of young, new KNB fans: If I catch you making NSFW requests to me I will be deleting the asks. A firm reminder to everyone that I don't write that kind of stuff for minors. I'm not named Colleen nor do I have a ukelele.)

Hanamiya

He grinned widely as he caught you doing something you shouldn't be doing. Now as a member of the Disciplinary Comittee, he couldn't just ignore you stealing a can of Coke from the vending machine. Even if you had forgotten your lunch money and looked like you were about to faint. If aything, he could use that to his advantage. "Now, now, y/n-san, aren't you a bad girl?" You froze at his voice and desperately started to shake your head. "Please Hanamiya-san. Forget you saw me." Hanamiya chuckled darkly, you just had to offer yourself on a plate, didn't you? "I could do that but honestly, I don't want to have this school turn into a breeding ground of disobedient little bitches." You flushed as those words sent a strange tingle down your spine. "I'm not a disobedient little bitch." You uttered the words with a shame you didn't quite understand. Hanamiya laughed as a reponse, and the poisonous edge to it brought tears to your eyes. "Oh really? I think a thief would qualify for being a disobedient little bitch. You're worse then that actually. You should be happy I gave you that compliment." Your lips were wobbling at the insults, and a tear rolled down your cheek. "I'm sorry." You apologized as you trembled and it was honestly making Hanamiya rather hard. "You know, I could see past this if you could be so good to help me with something." Your eyed widened and you nodded. "Of course. You know I didn't mean to do something bad." You said before you once more looked at your shoes at the sight of his intense gaze. Hanamiya's lips curled, and he unbuckled his belt as you gulped. "Be sweet and put that mouth of yours to use already." You fell on your knees, because it's not like you had any other choice and so you licked at his throbbing cock like the good girl you promised you were. You couldn't tell wether it was his cum or your tears that left such a salty taste but you swallowed it all up just the same.

Nash

College life was far less interesting as people had made it seem, so he tried finding some new hobbies outside of sports. Which is how he met you. The students who were following art or music programs would typically gather in one corner of the campus when they had no classes and they would all make art with everyone uplifting each other. The photography and film students would film the musicians for their YouTube pages and make photos of the paintings made under the bright L.A sky. They would allow people curious to sit with them and there always seemed to be someone willing to teach someone a few basic skills if they seemed interested. As a photography student, you always were springing about taking pictures of everything but honestly, Nash just wanted you to snap a picture of his dick and burn in into your memory and memory card alike. Which is why, when he got to corner you all alone, he took your camera away from you. "Hey, give that back!" "What? You think you look threatening to me shortie? I would tell you that you look like you punch as a girl, but you are one already." Your jaw dropped open as you saw him going through your photos. "Are you really studying photography? These look like dogshit," Nash commented and you felt rightfully defensive at the way he sneered at your pictures. "I am! You don't need to be such an asshole because it's not up to your taste." You scoffed. "First of all, don't you think you should be talking less shit when I have your camera? Secondly, I would like to know what you think qualifies as taste and how do you even know mine?" This man left you speechless and you tried to grasp at things to say but the words died on your tongue, tears slowly forming. "You know what, I'll give it back to you. But I do require a picture from you, and one of better quality then this garbage you snap." Your eyes immediately narrowed, sensing the direction of this conversation. "I am not allowing you to snap a nude of me." Nash once more curled his lip into a sneer as he said, "I'm not going to be the one taking any picture of you. Why would I want your ugly face and sullen expression? Didn't you teach me that it's better to capture something in the heat of the moment?" You did tell him something along those lines in an earlier conversation and he once more managed to silence you with the way he was analyzing your every move. You honestly were shaking from anxiety as his imposing figure loomed before you. "So how about you take a selfie when you're riding my dick." His free hand grabbed your ass and as your lashes fluttered from confusion and fear he planted the most sensual kiss on your lips, his tongue licking and teasing at your bottom lip in a way that made you lean forwards and press your body against his. There was no way of denying Nash what he wanted, and finally he would have you and that dirty picture.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #hanamiya #hanamiya makoto #nash gold jr #knb x reader #bullying #gaslighting #toxic knb x reader

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