for— @exploded-diper
pairing: aomine/momoi
rating: T
summary: —Aomine never thought they’d move in together if he’s being honest.
[exploded-diper: Can I request about aomomo moving in together? Thank you and have a great day!]
notes: i’m not sure how i did on this lol. i enjoyed writing in my headcanon that aomine has waaaay too many shoes (momoi is concerned. he might need an intervention…). i hope you like it!!
“Why,” Momoi asks, “Do you have more boxes than I do?”
Aomine looks over at her when he finishes sealing up his last cardboard box. With that, his packing is complete. These boxes are ready to be moved into their new apartment. He thinks Momoi should be pleased with that instead of judging how many boxes he has. He hums low in his throat as he shrugs. She frowns up at him.
“Are all of these your shoes?”
Momoi pushes a box with her foot.
They are. Most of these boxes are filled with his shoes. It’s not his fault they kept making Air Jordans though. Besides, he only bought the ones he really liked and not all of them. He knew how to manage his money.
“Don’t judge me. You have a lot of shoes too.”
She laughs. “Uh, Dai-chan...these are way more than just ‘a lot of shoes’ you know that right? You have a problem.”
Aomine watches her with lazy eyes as she picks up a box. She stumbles. The actual weight of the box catching her off-guard. That one had definitely not been shoes.
He takes the box from her before she falls.
“Don’t mess with my stuff.”
Momoi huffs.
He puts the box down to ruffle her hair with both hands. She shrieks in surprise. She pushes him away. She fixes her messy hair before telling him to hurry up and get his things packed into the moving van.
“You aren’t helping me?”
“No. Your shoes, your problem.”
She sticks her tongue out at him. Aomine flicks her forehead. She runs off after that, away from him. Away from his shoes.
>>>
After unloading and riding to their new home, Aomine is dead tired. Momoi shakes him awake. He made her drive. She needs the practice honestly. Also he needs sleep.
They headed out early in order to unpack by evening.
The boxes are all unloaded (Aomine doing most of the work after Momoi nags him for being slow and lazy). They decide to order some food. Pizza sounds good. Momoi orders it while Aomine puts boxes in the right rooms.
Their furniture had arrived the day before and it’s all set up. They lay on the couch watching TV as they wait. Momoi lays on top of him, comfortable. She’s soft and warm so he has nothing to complain about. She’s not heavy either.
There is a knock at the door.
Aomine slides out from under her to answer the door.
When he comes back with their pizza Momoi is setting down plates and napkins on their coffee table. She places two cushions on the hardwood floor. He hands her the pizza box and she snatches it quickly from his hands. She places two slices on her plate before handing him the box. He sets the box in the middle of the table.
“This is nice,” she says. He’d just taken a huge bite of his pizza slice, practically finished half of it. He chews and swallows, nodding.
Momoi lets out a content sigh before continuing to it.
It is nice. He never thought they’d move in together if he’s being honest. He’d thought she would have left him by now. She probably should. She deserves way better than him. She’s the only person who has never abandoned him though, never left his side. He doesn’t want to leave her side either. Ever. Unless she wants him to in which he case he will but he won’t think that way.
When he looks over at her, she has sauce on the corners of her mouth. He likes how she’s a messy eater in private. It makes him smile.
“What?” Momoi frowns.
“Here,” Aomine says. He grabs a napkin and wipes the sauce away.
When he pulls away she’s blushing.
“Thanks, Dai-chan.”
“You're welcome.”
He’s on his fourth slice already. She’s still on her second.
He’s taking a bite when he feels her lips on his cheek.
“Satsuki I’m eating,” he grumbles. He tries to sound put out. He’s pleased though and she can tell by the heat in his cheeks.
Momoi hums. “Maybe. When we’re both done we can try out the shower...if you’re up for it.”
Her hand lingers on his upper thigh. He chokes back a noise of surprise. Hell yes he’s up for it. He tries not to hurry. Especially since Satsuki is still eating (how is she only just halfway done with her pizza slice?) and seems to be taking it slow.
When they're both finished eating, Aomine picks her up and heads to their bathroom. She squirms in his arms.
“Dai-chan, we have to clean up first!”
“I’ll do it later.”
That seems to pacify her because wraps her arms around his neck and presses her mouth against his neck. That gets him going. If his steps are longer and quicker, enough to jostle her, Momoi doesn’t comment.
He sets her down when they reach the shower. He’s quick to start taking off her clothes before starting on his.
“This is definitely one of the good things about moving out of our parents houses.” Her laughter is breathy as Aomine grabs her thighs and lifts her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. His lips on her neck all he can do it hum in agreement.
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for— anonymous
pairing: aomine/momoi
summary: —Making sure Momoi gets home safe is one of the main reasons Aomine picks her up from work. Her goodnight kiss is another.
Momoi is eighteen and ready for a job so she gets one. She works at a small grocery store in the neighborhood. She likes it. They have her stock first before seeing her value as a cashier. She has a friendly face and she's good with numbers and customers.
It's just a couple of hours after school and on the weekends but it's nice. She likes earning her own money.
After her shift ends. After she says goodbye to her co-workers. She walks outside to find Aomine waiting for her. It's nothing new.
Ever since she got her job, he's always waited for her shift to end. He walks her home.
It's nice.
“Dai-chan!” She says in greeting.
“Hey,” he says, “How was work?”
“Mm, same as usual.”
They start to walk.
“Momoi-chan!” Someone calls out to her.
She recognizes the voice of one of her co-workers. He's a college student. Most of her female co-workers have a crush on him. He is cute and kind to everyone. And smart. Momoi can see the appeal.
“You forgot your book in the break room.”
“Oh! Thank you, Ren-san!” She smiles.
Aomine watches everything from beside her. Ren nods and blushes when Momoi smiles. Aomine scowls.
“No problem! Haven't I said you can call me Ren though?”
Aomine resists the urge to laugh. Of course this asshole has a crush on Momoi. Who wouldn't. But to have her call him so familiarly is an overstep in Aomine’s opinion. Momoi seems oblivious to the crush though. Otherwise she would be an awkward mess.
“How about Ren-kun?” She says.
That makes her co-worker pleased. It does not please Aomine.
“We should go,” he says.
It seems to catch the Ren asshole off guard. Like he barely noticed Aomine’s presence. What the fuck.
Momoi turns to him and nods.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ren-kun!”
“Yeah, see you...Momoi-chan.”
The love sick way he says it, makes Aomine want to throw up. Gross.
When they're far enough away Aomine clears his throat.
“He seems like a jackass.”
Momoi laughs, “Dai-chan! That's mean, you don't even know him. A lot of the girls have a crush on him.”
Aomine scoffs. Momoi shrugs.
“He has a crush on you.”
“What!” She looks horrified.
“You're dumb Satsuki. How do you not notice?”
He watches her blush and open her mouth to say something but all that comes out is a choked noise. Aomine raises an eyebrow.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
Her blush is still going strong. Aomine scowls.
“What the fuck!! Why are you blushing?!”
“I’m not!”
“You are!”
“Well it's none of your business!”
Aomine doesn’t say anything more after that. He’s too busy trying to find them good seats on the train. They have a long way to go and he doesn’t want to be standing the entire way home. He finds one. He sits down. There’s enough room for Momoi to sit in between his legs. He wraps his arms around her waist.
The old lady across from them looks scandalized. There’s a middle aged dude that blushes. A pervert most likely. Aomine makes the fiercest scowl he can manage until no one is staring.
“Dai-chan!” Momoi hisses at him lowly. She pinches his arm. He stops scowling.
“It is my business though,” he finally says. He lowers his head to rest his chin on her shoulder.
“Is he the reason you pick me up from work?”
“...No.”
Momoi hums unconvinced.
“What? I’m not allowed to feel jealous or something? That guy’s been trying to get at you since you started there. He knows we’re going out. Why is he such an asshole.”
“I don’t feel the same way about him as he does me. There’s no need to be jealous...unless you don’t trust?”
Aomine sighs, “No. I trust you. Always. It’s him I don’t trust…”
“Dai-chan he’s just being nice.”
“He’s an asshole. Can’t he be nice to someone else?”
Momoi laughs.
“I don’t like this,” Aomine says, “I’m being serious. He won’t back off even when I’m there… people usually back off once they see me.”
That makes her laugh harder. Aomine huffs.
“You’re an asshole, Satsuki.”
“Sorry, sorry! I just...it’s funny seeing you pout.”
“You don’t have to laugh so hard.”
She’s still laughing until Aomine puts a hand on her thigh and pushes her skirt up. She yelps and elbows him in the stomach.
They ride the rest of the way home in silence. Momoi reads her book. Aomine tries following along over her shoulder until he falls asleep against her.
He wakes up when they reach their stop. Momoi hooks her arm around his.
“Can I still come pick you up after work?”
“Yes,” Momoi smiles, “I like it when you do.”
Aomine looks around the empty station before quickly leaning down and pressing his lips against Momoi’s. It startles her but she doesn’t flinch back or push him away. When they pull away she’s blushing. She licks her lips.
“Maybe if I kissed you in front of Ren he’d get the idea.”
Momoi’s look of content disappears as she scolds him. “Dai-chan you better not!”
“I’m joking,” he says.
He starts walking, tugging her along when she doesn’t move.
“You better be.”
“I am.”
He leans down for another kiss. Momoi turns away.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
She gives him a swift kiss on the lips. It’s too short but Aomine likes all her kisses. He hopes they have a long goodbye one when he drops her off at her house. They usually do.
Making sure she gets home safe is one of the main reasons he picks her up from work. Her goodnight kiss is another.
for—anonymous
pairing: aomine/momoi
rating: M
summary: —the rooftop has always been a nice place.
[anonymous: So glad you’ve opened your blog for requests! How about this - school rooftop as aomomo’s favorite place for making love. They can’t do it in their houses ofc and they don’t like checking in.]
edit: i fixed it, my bad
notes: i don’t like the ending but i tried my best. i hope you enjoy anonymous requester!
Aomine is skipping practice. Again.
He can’t even stand the idea of practice today of all days. Not when it’s so humid.
There are better things to be doing than basketball practice anyway. Especially since Wakamatsu will yell at him (also he’s managed to get back all his Mai-chan magazines so there’s nothing to threaten him with). Better things like napping. Which he is currently doing. Which he hoped he’d be doing for a while longer.
Momoi has other plans though.
The door to the rooftop slams open then closed. He sighs.
He hears Momoi’s angry stomps as she comes up the ladders towards him. “What?” he asks, not opening his eyes. He likes to hope that she’ll just let him sleep. He knows she won’t but he still hopes. “Practice! You should be at practice right now! Not sleeping on the rooftop!”
“Hm.”
She huffs. It’s silent for a moment until she sighs, giving up. It piques his interest. She usually doesn’t stop nagging him so quickly.
“Fine. I’m going then.”
“See ya.”
She’s half-way down the ladder. He finally opens his eyes and stands up, dusting himself up. He quickly follows after her. She’s waiting for him at the bottom. The humidity has her hair sticking to her skin. Her arms are crossed and she’s frowning. He smirks.
“What?” he asks, crossing into her space.
“Nothing.” She murmurs.
She steps back, hitting the wall. Her cheeks are flush. His cheeks are flush as well, if the heat in his cheeks is anything to go by.
He leans down. Her chest rises and falls pressing into his. He enjoys how ragged her breathing sounds.
He puts his lips against the column of her throat, she inhales sharply and her pulse flutters wildly. His tongue slides against her skin. She tilts her head to the side. He groans before pulling away.
His stomach is in knots from excitement and anticipation.
“Why aren’t you at practice?”
They’re breathing hard as if they’ve both just been running but all they’ve done is talk and touched a little. Too little in Aomine’s opinion.
Momoi finally answers his question.
“They sent me to find you.”
Aomine feels disappointed. “So they’re expecting us back?”
The slight shake of her head is all he needs.
Aomine turns her around. Her hands braced on the wall.
He slides a hand under her skirt and panties. Momoi is wet and hot.His fingers slide easily over her folds. His thumb brushes against her clit and she gasps, shuddering against him. Aomine presses two fingers inside of her.
The slick noise of his fingers thrusting in and out, combined with her breathless moans, have him hard and straining in his pants. He feels lightheaded. He is about to pull his hand away when she holds it in place.
“I’m close,” she says, sighing softly.
Aomine nods. Momoi tilts her head back to rest against his shoulder, her hands gripping his arms now.
He groans against her skin as she rides his hand.
Her gasps turn sharp. Then her breath hitches in her throat. She stills completely before shuddering and relaxing.
He pushes her skirt up. He tugs her panties down. His forehead rests against her back, in between her shoulders, his breathing heavy and hard.
“This okay?” he asks.
“Yes, Dai-chan.”
Then he’s finally inside her.
“Fuck,” he gasps. His hands jumping to her hips.
“Move,” she says. When he’s still for too long.
He pulls out before thrusting back in. He presses close against her. Momoi has no problem with this.
Aomine grabs her hips as he thrusts into her. It doesn’t take long for him to come. Not when Momoi is so tight and slick already.
He says her name one last time before letting go.
They stay still for a while. Until Aomine heaves a deep sigh and pulls away from Momoi.
They both straighten their clothes out, enough to look halfway decent and not like they just had sex on the school rooftop. Momoi is flush and her hair is mussed. She could pass off looking frazzled because of the heat. Aomine thinks he looks fine. His uniform is always a mess anyway.
“That was nice,” he says.
“Please, show up to practice tomorrow.”
Aomine grabs Momoi in a hug, nuzzling against her neck. “Are you still on about that?”
She squirms, annoyed, “Yes! So you better show up!”
“Will I get a reward?”
“…Maybe.”
“Fine, I’ll show up tomorrow.”
Momoi pats his head. He can’t find it in himself to be indignant. He does have a question for her though.
“Why do we always end up on the rooftop?”
“Because our parents will catch us if we go to our houses. And I refuse to go to a love hotel.”
“Makes sense.”
Momoi laughs.
Since practice is more than over they walk home.
Aomine will show up tomorrow. It’s only fair since he promised he would. It’s not so bad either.
Besides, Momoi promised him a reward for a going (maybe). He hopes she asks to meet after practice on the rooftop. Their rooftop. That would be nice. More than nice actually.
for— anonymous
pairing: aomine/momoi
rating: M
summary: —Sometimes Momoi needs to know she's in control. Aomine is more than willing to give her that and more.
[anonymous: i'm not sure if requests are open or not? but if they are i need momoi riding aomine like my life depends on it]
notes: momoi topping is my fave thing so how can i refuse
Momoi has three exam coming up and in between that she gathers data on other basketball teams. She’s stressing herself out. Aomine wonders if she notices how often she’s been inviting him over when her parents aren’t home and how often they’ve been having sex. He wonders if she notices she’s doing it at all.
It’s not like he actually minds all that much. If it helps her relax then it’s fine by him. More than fine. He just wishes she’d actually relax.
When he enters her room she’s busy writing something in one of her many journals. She points to the bed. That makes Aomine feel more than a little used, and indignant that this seems to have become his sole role. As much as he likes sex. He loves Momoi more. This definitely isn’t good for her health.
“Why’d you call me over?”
She shushes him. He scowls.
“Satsuki, I’m serious.”
Momoi’s shoulders slump and she stops writing. She sighs heavily like his talking is making her so tired and she regrets inviting him over. He wouldn’t put it past her to kick him out.
“For sex.” she finally says. She’s back to writing, she flips over a page in a book Aomine hadn’t even noticed her reading.
“That’s the only thing you ever call me over for anymore…”
Fuck it. He knows he sounds whiny but he doesn’t give a shit.
Momoi laughs. She turns around. She doesn’t look as tired when she’s laughing. He flips her off with a smirk. That finally makes her step away from her desk.
Aomine scoots back to rest against the headboard. He’s in shorts and a t-shirt, easy things to take off or rip off, whichever Momoi is feeling like at the moment. She crawls over him. Her legs on either side of his. His stomach flutters in anticipation. He wants to tell her not to push herself so much, that she needs to take some time, but her hands are in his hair and she’s yanking his head back lightly that all he manages is a weak gasp.
They kiss for a while. She nips at his lips and pushes her tongue inside his mouth. He doesn’t fight it. He has an arm around her waist, he presses her close. She’s splayed on top of him. Her hips moving over him.
She pulls away to get undressed. He does the same.
His hands run over her body, gripping her hips before letting go. He moves them in between her thighs. She’s wet. She’s hot. He rubs his thumb over her clit. She pushes his hands away.
Momoi presses him inside her. He helps by thrusting up.
She leans forward, her hands on his shoulders. His hands move to grip her hips but she pushes them aside. But she lets them rest on her thighs. One of her hands is at the hair on his nape, tugging back until he tilts his head up to expose his neck. She presses a gentle kiss against his throat.
Sometimes Momoi needs this. Needs to know she's in control. He can give her that. He's more than willing to give her that and more. Whatever she asks of him.
As she moves over him, he pants openly, groaning her name. It spurs her on.
He knows she likes it when he begs. So he does.
Momoi is close. She can feel just within her grasp.
“Dai-chan,” she moans, knowing he’s not that far from coming.
“Satsuki.”
Soon after that he finishes. Momoi follows after.
She feels exhausted. They hadn’t even taken very long, not compared to previous times. She really is over working. She lays on top of Aomine.
“I’m just going to rest my eyes for a little bit.”
Aomine hums, placing a kiss on her forehead. He strokes her head. Soon enough she’s asleep. He doesn’t wake her. She more than deserves some rest. He closes his eyes and decides to take a nap with Momoi. They both are tired and content.
for—anonymous
pairing: aomine/momoi
rating: M
summary: —It isn’t until she moves that he realizes what kind of position they’re in.
[anonymous: I’ve missed your writing!!! T^T would you mind doing aomomo dry humping? Who do you think would initiate it?]
note: i already have a fic where momoi initiates (right here) so i went with aomine initiating things this time. i hope you like this!
They are in the middle of a tickle fight on the couch. Initiated by Momoi, who is winning until Aomine decides that he’s had enough.
It’s really a one-sided fight considering the fact that he’s much more ticklish than she is. So it’s only fair he uses his strength against her. He still takes care not to hurt her though.
Aomine grabs her hands and pushes her off him. He’s on top of her. Her hands are pinned above her. Momoi is still laughing. They are both breathing heavy. She has a healthy flush on her cheeks. He settles his weight over her to keep her from slipping out of his hold and continuing her assault.
It isn’t until she shifts that he realizes what kind of position they’re in. Her legs on either side of him and his hips pressed flush against hers. She wriggles her hips again.
“You’re heavy, Dai-chan,” she sighs.
Aomine’s hips press into her on instinct.
She lets out a surprised gasp. He’s already hard. He leans down to kiss her. Her lips are soft, pliant under his. She slides her tongue into his mouth. She spreads her legs out a little more. His hips move against her. She lifts hers to meet his every thrust against her. Their mouths pull apart, until they’re just gasping against each other’s lips. Aomine moves to her neck, teeth and tongue against her throat.
Momoi tugs on her hands, Aomine release them. She runs her hands through his hair, tugging lightly.
When she arches her back with a small moan, he wraps an arm around her waist to keep her as close as possible. His other hand settles on her hip.
“Fuck,” he gasps against her neck as he presses his hips into hers one last time. He trembles against her.
“Let’s take this up to your room,” Momoi says after he’s composed himself as best as possible. She runs a finger down his chest, stopping at his waist. There’s still a wet spot on his shorts that Momoi smiles smugly at. He huffs. There’s only so much he can do and take.
“Alright,” he mutters. He picks her up in one sweeping motion, making her yelp and cling on to him.
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for—anonymous
pairing: aomine/momoi
rating: M
summary: —Momoi shouldn’t look so good in his jersey but she does.
notes: pre-established aomomo. lmao i hope this turned out okay…………(sweats intensely)
There are a lot of things Aomine hates and loves about the new year. Like how he hates that Wakamatsu makes them practice during summer break, he tells Touou’s new captain so too but it seems Wakamatsu has learned because he just ignores Aomine. Also he has a few of his Mai-chan magazine to lord over Aomine when he doesn’t want to show up for practice. Aomine isn’t going to risk those for anything. He likes though that showing up for practice has brought him a sort of camaraderie with the other players on the team. He also likes how the first years tremble in his presence still. Actually he loves that. Especially when they’re all hanging around Momoi, vying for her attention, and attempting to flirt with her. Momoi just tells them to focus on practice with a smile or a laugh, not taking them seriously.
Any attention from her though pleases the first years greatly, just like puppies. And just like puppies they cower and tuck tail when Aomine shows up. He doesn’t even have to say anything, he just stands there and stares until they run off back to practice.
Momoi tuts and tells him not to be so mean but she’s smiling behind her clipboard. Aomine smirks.
“What I can’t be jealous of those brats always hanging around you?”
“You? Jealous? I think you just like seeing them scared.”
“So? Wakamatsu approves.”
“Only because it gets them to focus on practice.”
At that moment a group of first years approaches. One of them has a drink for Momoi. They all approach her though like a heard. The first year with a drink hands it to Momoi. She takes it gratefully with a smile. The first year blushes. Momoi opens the drink and takes a sip.
“Hey!” Aomine barks. Loudly.
Everyone jumps. The first years stumble back like they’ve just noticed his presence. Aomine is about to say something when another first year thrusts him a drink.
“When got you one too, Aomine-senpai!”
They must have taken lots to decide who was the lucky one to give Momoi a drink and who was the unlucky one to give Aomine a drink.
“Oh.”
Aomine takes the drink. The first year yanks back his hand like Aomine’s going to rip it off if he doesn’t take it out of view fast enough. Which Aomine likes a lot but this seems to have affected Momoi, which he doesn’t like.
The first year’s arm accidentally smacks into Momoi’s bottle. The one she’d been drinking from. She gasps as it spills all over her.
“Dai-chan!” She shrieks angrily.
The first years jump back. Already knowing how loud and brutal their arguments can get.
Aomine isn’t saying much though. Her drink had spilled all over her front, turning her shirt see through, her purple bra visible and showing. The first years notice this too. They are all quiet and staring. Aomine focuses after this. It might be fine if he stares at Momoi but it sure as hell isn’t fine if anyone else does.
He snaps his fingers, “Get the hell back to practice!”
They all jump and scramble to leave.
Momoi is still glaring hotly at him. Aomine grabs her shoulders and leads her to the locker rooms to clean up. She’s stiff but she lets him.
“You don’t have an extra shirt do you?” he asks.
“No!” she hisses, “I didn’t think I would need one! This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t like scaring them so much!’
“Ah, so it’s my fault?”
“Yes!“
Aomine shakes his head.
They are in the locker rooms now. No one is in there luckily. Aomine heads to his locker to retrieve the only clothing he has in there. His clean set of game uniform, hanging crisply and cleanly in his locker. He takes the jersey out and hands it to Momoi. He turns around as she changes. She throws her wet shirt on to his head. He growls, yanking it off.
“There.”
Aomine turns around.
“Holy shit,” he chokes out without meaning to.
“What?” Momoi demands, frowning.
His jersey is too big for her. It doesn’t fit her. While Aomine wouldn’t normally mind clothing that fits her loose instead of tight, as it usually does around her chest area, this is not one of those times. He can see the top of her breasts clearly, the smooth skin and he can imagine the way the soft flesh will feel in his hands. The jersey is slipping off her shoulders and she makes a huffy little sound as she puts it back in place. There’s so much skin that he wants to place his mouth against. The jersey falls to just above her knees. It covers her skirt and makes it look like she’s not wearing anything under it. He feels heat pool in his abdomen. A familiar tightness as his stomach muscles flutter in excitement.
So yeah, holy shit. Because Momoi looks so good in his jersey. She shouldn’t look this good but she does and Aomine doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Maybe it’s just him.
Oh god if it’s just him than this is embarrassing. It’s embarrassing to be so turned on by the thought that she looks good in his clothes. In his jersey.
Momoi is still frowning at him.
He goes back to his locker and yanks out his jacket. He puts it on Momoi. She doesn’t protest, just lifts her arms through the sleeves and zips it up. Aomine is a bit disappointed that he can no longer look at her but it is better to have her covered up.
He clears his throat hastily, pushing aside the image he’s conjured in his head of Momoi under him, flushed and legs splayed, and pliant and–wait. Push away. Focus. Think about how ugly she looks when she cries. There, much better.
“Let’s go back,” he mumbles.
He rushes out of the locker room and back to practice. Where Wakamatsu yells at him for slacking and Sakurai apologizes for him, which makes him forget completely about Momoi and his jersey. Momoi in his jersey. The rest of practice passes by quickly. Thank god. He doesn’t know how much more of Wakamatsu’s yelling he can handle without finally deciding to just punch him; it is practically sacrilege but, Mai-chan magazine’s be damned.
He and Momoi walk home. The first years all wave goodbye to her. She tells them to clean up well, giving them a wink. They light up. Aomine bites his tongue but scowls at them. They all look away quickly.
Momoi hooks her arm around his. His scowl disappears.
His parents will not be home tonight since both will be working late. He leads Momoi to his house. Nervously. She isn’t against them having sex, she’s actually a very willing and ardent participant but, he doesn’t want her to think he only wants her to stay over solely for sex. He’s always enjoyed her company (except when she’s nagging him).
In his room she throws herself on his bed with a soft “Oof!”
She sits up on her knees on his bed while he cleans up a bit. There’s clothes scattered all over his room, he collects it all and puts it in his hamper to wash; he’s not even sure if the clothes is dirty or clean but he doesn’t want to deal with it. His bed is the only area he keeps truly clean in his room. It is where he spends most of his time and he likes to keep it clear of clutter. After that’s done, he sits on the bed with Momoi.
She unzips the jacket he gave her and tosses it aside.
Aomine feels the room get several degrees hotter.
He sits back against the headboard and closes his eyes, trying to think of something that won’t arouse him. Momoi on his bed and so close has him wanting.
He jumps when she sits on top of him.
“When are your parents coming home?”
“Uh, tomorrow. In the afternoon. Maybe. If they finish their work.”
Momoi’s hands work their way under his shirt. He shudders. Her bottom is over his crotch and he knows she feels how hard he is in his shorts. Her hands run over his stomach. Then her nails, making Aomine’s breath hitch in his throat.
“Is it your jersey?” she murmurs, softly.
Aomine doesn’t bother to deny it. It will get him nowhere.
Momoi sits up to take off her skirt and her under garments. She leaves on only his jersey. It’s falling off her shoulder but she doesn’t bother to fix it. She sits back on his lap, hips moving over him until they are both breathing hard. He moves them over so she’s on her back and he’s on top.
He pushes the jersey up to her hips and pushes his shorts and briefs down past his hips.
When he finally pushes up against her, thrust up into her hard, his mouth opens to release a whimpering noise. Momoi’s breathy laugh of pleasure makes him shudder.
“You look really good in this,” he says, hips canting into hers.
Her response is to tilt her head back, expose her neck to him. He noses at her skin, mouth against her throat, his tongue and teeth on her skin.
“Thank you, Daiki.”
His arm wraps around her waist, pulling her close, as he groans against her neck and comes. He pulls out in time to make a mess on his sheets and not on her. He shakes from the strength of his climax. His arms feel weak as he braces himself on them over her. He is quick to move himself lower.
Aomine’s mouth against her inner thigh, his breath ghosting over her skin, and her back arches off the bed. He smirks.
“Ah,” she pants, chest heaving, “That’s not nice, Dai-chan.”
He places his tongue over her, finally. She inhales sharply. She’s soft, warm, and wet. His tongue gliding over her easily. She shudders with every stroke of his tongue. His thumb is at her clit, rubbing soft circles. Her hips rocking gently up into his face. Her hands in his hair, petting and running her fingers through it. When he pushes his tongue inside her and follows it up with his fingers, she cries out. Her body bows and she goes stiff before she shivers, falling back on to the bed with a happy sigh. Aomine runs his tongue along her one last time, earning him a throaty moan from her, before pulling away.
Her body pliant, he peels his jersey off of her and throws it aside. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. His mouth rests against her shoulder blades.
“I like you better like this,” he says, running a hand over her naked front.
Momoi smiles. “Thank you, Dai-chan.”
He sighs and snuggles closer to her, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you wore my jersey more often but, that’s up to you.”
She pinches his arm. He laughs.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He feels really sleepy. He decides to give in, closing his eyes and listening to her breathe. He can her heart beat, his own too.
“Satsuki.” He murmurs before falling asleep. Her name is a heavy word, he tries to put as much emotion as he possibly can when he says it. Enough so that she’ll understand that he loves her. She understands.
Momoi strokes his arm around her. She feels good falling asleep to Aomine’s voice murmuring her name. Very good.
Hello! I saw your recent post and hoping that you haven't written this Aomomo scenario before hehe. If possible, can we please have the scene wherein Momoi and Aomine fought on KNB S2 because Momoi won't let Aomine to play against Rakuzan in the inter-high and she called him ganguro before going to Seirin? Thank you in advance! Hearts and kudos to you~ <3
i have written something kinda like this?? it is somewhere….on here….it’s the aftermath of that fight, i believe……………………it’s somewhere in this blog, if you wanna look for it, haha
EDIT: i found it http://touous.tumblr.com/post/74764184478/
for— christinajoanne
pairing: aomine/momoi
summary: —Aomine can’t believe he was ever worried about the Generation of Miracles finding out; there’d been nothing to worry about.
notes: there are most likely typos, my bad. i don’t know if i’ll go back to fix them...i hope you enjoy this anyway!
They don't make it obvious. For a lot of reasons.
Aomine is embarrassed, not of Momoi, but of everyone's reaction to their dating. He's edged around his feeling for so long, he's afraid. Embarrassed and afraid. He doesn't know what she expects from him.
He's so anxious on the inside, his heart beats uncontrollably whenever anyone makes a joke about his relationship status with Momoi. It is nothing out of the norm but now it's real and most of the assumptions are true, he doesn't know how to take the joke. And if it's coming from people he actually knows then he doesn't know how he's going to react to their reaction.
Will they laugh? Will they not take them seriously? Will they congratulate them? Will they tease them? Will they say they've always known?
Because he hadn't not until middle school and by then everything had changed. Everything had been basketball and everything had turned out so fucked up his feelings for Momoi were the last thing he needed to think about—he didn't need to since they were the only thing steady and unchanging back then. Even though their relationship became strained, his feeling for her never faltered. They never would.
Now they're in their second year of high-school and he loves her still and he's finally being honest with them both. No more hiding behind a mask. Not with her. Not anymore.
The unknown though makes him slightly uneasy.
It's been a struggle to just confess to her. Sweaty palms. Heavy tongue. Jaw clenched, teeth gritting. Throat closing up when he opened his mouth. His heart beating like a drum against his chest and blood rushing in his ears. It had been hell. But he'd gotten the words out.
Her look of unconcealed shock like a punch to his face and gut and—well, honestly, it had felt like he imagined being hit by a car would feel like. A really fast, really big car.
He'd almost run. He would have had Momoi not hugged him. Her arms pulling him close and around his neck. He hugged her back hard. It felt unreal. As cliche and stupid as that sounds, it had. He felt like he could breathe easy. A weight lifted from his chest.
"Okay," she said, nodding, cheeks flushed, "Okay."
Of course she'd giving him rules. She wouldn't be Momoi if she hadn't. He'd read them all, memorized them, and then promised to abide by them. It hadn't been as strange as he'd thought it be.
Maybe because nothing much has changed. There are subtle changes, changes only they notice and no one else. Like how her fingers brush against his more or how, when they walk, he is closer to her, side pressed against hers so there's no gap between them. Or how he keeps in pace with her, matching her steps, stopping when she stops and always paying attention even when it looks like he's not.
Small, quiet changes.
At least that's what he thinks. What he assumes.
He should never assume.
Because apparently, he and Momoi make it obvious that they're dating.
>KISE
Aomine is talking to Momoi during practice. Jabberwocky has his full attention and focus, he wants to win. Badly. More than anything. These assholes deserve to be brought down on their knees. Momoi's analytic skills and statistics give him knowledge he might need. So he's talking to her. During practice. Nothing out of the norm. Except it must be, because Kise, fucking Kise, says—
"Holy shit."
Aomine jumps without meaning to. Momoi tuts. He shoots her a glare before redirecting it to Kise.
"What?" Aomine mutters, curling his lip.
"You're dating."
"What the fuck Kise."
It's so obvious. Why haven't I noticed before? Holy shit Aominecchi! You guys are finally dating!"
Aomine leaps up from his seat on the bench. It makes him notice how close they'd been. Now that Kise has pointed it out, he had been leaning into Momoi, looking over her clipboard. But he will not give Kise the satisfaction of being right.
"Shut the fuck up Kise."
Aomine takes a step forward. Kise takes a step back. He bristles in anticipation of a chase and a fight.
A hand gripping the back of his shirt, has him backing down.
"Dai-chan, don't be mean."
He grumbles.
"Whipped," Kise laughs.
Aomine chases after him. Momoi shakes her head.
Fucking Kise, Aomine thinks. At least no one questions why they're fighting when they finally pull them apart. They assume it's basketball related. Neither bothers to correct the assumption. But after that Kise teases him relentlessly. Momoi tells him to let it go. And he does. When she's around.
At least it's one less person to hide it from. If Momoi doesn't mind neither does he.
>KUROKO, KAGAMI
They are at a burger joint. Nothing compares to a teriyaki burger from Maji's but there's not one near by and he's hungry after practicing. Momoi makes fun of him, saying this the hardest she's seen him practicing, that she's almost scared he might keep working hard long after they're done.
Aomine is ruffling her in retaliation. He's smiling and she's laughing while she tells him to stop.
That's when Kuroko shows up.
"Aomine-kun, Momoi-san," he says in that soft tone of his.
He's behind them. They both jump. Momoi recovers more quickly. She still has her habit of fawning over Kuroko and rushing him with a hug (no, that does not make Aomine jealous or uneasy, fuck off). Kuroko sounded immensely amused when he said their names.
Aomine fidgets, "Hey, Tetsu."
"We saw you from across the street. I thought we could all eat together but I was unaware you were on a date. Sorry for disturbing you."
Momoi's face turns bright red. It clashes with her hair. Aomine tenses up.
"Wait. What? No, we weren't–I mean, Dai-chan and I we were just–This isn't a date, Tetsu-kun! You can eat with us!"
Aomine rolls his shoulder, uncomfortable with the situation but says nothing. Instead he bites the inside of his cheek. He tastes blood. Momoi isn't saying anything inaccurate. They aren't on a date. They're just eating somewhere together. But her denial and her words don't feel right.
"Wait, who's we?" Aomine asks.
Kuroko has said 'we saw you' not 'I saw you' so that must mean—
"Damn it, Kuroko! Don't just run off without saying anything! And stop disappearing when I'm talking to you!"
"Kagami-kun, you caught up."
Aomine watches in amusement as Kagami's face twitches in irritation.
"Um," Momoi says, "We were just telling Tetsu-kun that you can eat with us if you want, Kagamin!"
Kagami finally focuses his attention in them. They're still standing close together. His features light up in surprise. Aomine feels like punching something because he knows what Kagami is going to say next.
"Oh, were you on a date?"
"No." Aomine says. More bluntly and harshly than he means to it seems because Momoi flinches and looks hurt, Kuroko frowns at him, and Kagami looks embarrassed.
"Er, well, I was going to cook burgers at my place."
"Join us," Kuroko says.
"I don't think–" Aomine starts but Momoi's elbow in his rib cage has him nodding tersely to the invitation.
"We would love that, Kagamin. Thank you."
So they head to Kagami's apartment. The food Kagami makes is good. Aomine will never admit it but it's actually really good. Surprisingly.
The atmosphere is anything but good. He tries to not be close to Momoi.
Instead, he focuses on how to annoy Kagami the most. Rifling through his things seems to do the tricks. So does wandering around his place and looking through his room. Then Kuroko tells him to stop annoying Kagami on purpose so he does.
They eat in awkward silence. Until Aomine starts talking basketball to fill space and then he and Kagami and Kuroko are talking heatedly about it. Mostly NBA but then Kagami mentions Alex and they have a discussion on WNBA and who their favorite female players are. It seems to catch Kagami off-guard that Aomine would be interested in women's basketball. He mentions his surprise.
Aomine snorts, "Why? Basketball is basketball. If you're good, you're good. I don't give shit if you have a dick or not. Doesn't make a difference to play."
Their grudging respect for one another increases after that. Not that either will admit it.
Momoi touches his arm. Aomine ignores it. He hears her huff.
"What is it?" He finally says when Kuroko and Kagami take the plates to the kitchen.
"It's getting late."
"Go home without me."
"Dai-chan," she says like she's pleading him not to do something. To not do what he's going to do, which is be mean. To her. Again.
He doesn't want to.
He really doesn't but he's still hurt from before and it's easier to lash out than it is to listen to her.
It's always been easier to get angry than hurt.
Momoi's hand is still on his arm when Kuroko and Kagami walk back in. He yanks it away. He sees her eyes flash in anger and hurt. The tears are evident if you look closely enough, her eyes getting brighter with each second that passes. Her lip quivers.
"I'm going home."
She's trying not to cry. He can hear it in her voice. Aomine doesn't look at her. He doesn't look at anyone.
"Momoi-san," Kuroko says.
"Thank you for the meal, Kagamin. It was nice. I'll see you later, Tetsu-kun."
The door slams shut after her. Aomine winces. Kuroko's gaze falls on him hard. Even Kagami, who is so oblivious, notices that something is wrong. That Aomine did something wrong.
"It wasn't a date," Aomine says, like that explains everything. "She denied it so fast. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't know what she wants me to do."
"You denied it just as fast," Kagami says, "Is everyone in the GOM like this? Crying about their problems to someone else instead of doing something about it? You guys need to learn to fix your own damn problems."
Aomine runs a hand over his face before he laughs. "I'll see you later, Tetsu, Kagami."
He flips Kagami off as he leaves though. There's no way he's going to thank him for his words.
"Goodbye, Aomine-kun."
There's approval in Kuroko's voice but Aomine has other things to think about.
He catches up to Momoi quickly. He's running and she's not. The station is basically empty. It's late and everyone is home probably.
"I'm sorry," he says.
She wipes at her eyes furiously with the back of her sleeve.
"So? I don't care. I don't want to see you."
"I don't know what you want, Satsuki. I don't know what to say or if you even want me to say anything. You act like we're not even together sometimes, and I'm fucking tired of trying to guess what you want from me so just tell me."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Well the rules–"
"Seriously?"
She stomps her foot, "Don't interrupt me! The rules say to be honest so that all you need to do. I didn't know that's how you felt. I don't know everything, you know."
"You act like you do."
She glares. He offers her his hand. She takes it. They wait for their train in easy silence for a while until she speaks.
"Dai-chan do you remember when people used to ask if we had feeling for each other? Before we got together, that is."
"Yup."
"What did you tell them?"
"To fuck off."
Aomine smirks. Momoi laughs. She's quiet again.
She hums. The way she does before she's going to say something important. Aomine listens intently, not wanting to miss a word.
"I used to say that it wasn't like that with us. But it is now. I don't know, I think I've gotten so used to rejecting the idea of us being together that it's easier to just keep it going. I don't want it to be like that. I'm not going to tell everyone but if people ask I'm going to tell them. Is that okay?"
His cheeks are warm. "Yeah. Definitely."
"You do the same."
He nods.
Then he looks around to make sure there's no one watching before leaning down to kiss Momoi. Kissing her is as exhilarating as the first time, not as clumsy but still really nice like always. Her teeth catch his bottom lip. He gasps against her mouth.
"Please get a room, Aomine-kun."
Momoi squeaks, jumping away. Aomine sighs.
Moment ruined.
"What are you guys even doing here?" He groans.
"Kagami-kun noticed that Momoi-san forgot her jacket."
"Could have brought it to practice tomorrow," Aomine says, "You just wanted to check on us."
Kagami tosses the jacket to Aomine. He catches it. Momoi thanks him, blushing.
"Does this mean you're finally gonna stop making her cry?"
Aomine flips him off. Momoi punches his arm to reprimand him. Kagami flips him off in return. Kuroko shakes his head.
The train arrives (thank god, he’s tired and not in the mood to keep talking to Kagami and Kuroko) and end their night together. They tell each other that they’ll see each other in practice tomorrow.
Momoi is holding his hand the entire time. No one comment. There’s nothing to say when the message is clear: fuck off, we’re together, it’s none of your business. And that’s just fine.
>AKASHI
It’s the end of another practice session. They are all saying their goodbyes and see you laters/tomorrows. Aomine is waiting for Momoi to hurry up and end her conversation with Seirin’s coach. He is tapping his foot impatiently. Momoi holds up a finger, telling him to be patient. Finally (fucking finally) they finish talking. Seirin’s coach waves goodbye to her before heading off to find her father, probably, he doesn’t know and he doesn’t care.
“Take longer why don’t you,” he grumbles.
Her only response is to smile. That, and she taps his chin with a fist.
“Congratulations,” Akashi says.
“Oh, god damn it,” Aomine says, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes.
He and Momoi are literally doing nothing conspicuous. With Kise all they had been doing is talking. With Kuroko and Kagami all they’d been doing had been talking…and then the kiss later in the night that they’d stumbled upon, but that had been an accident.
“You should not curse so much, Daiki.”
Had this been anyone else, Aomine would have hit them or told them to fuck off. But this is Akashi.
So saying ‘whatever’ is the only action Aomine takes.
Momoi blushes and murmurs shyly, “Thank you, Akashi-kun.”
Akashi nods, smiling at Momoi. Aomine shifts uncomfortably when Akashi turns his gaze towards him.
“I wish you both well. Take care of each other. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” Aomine finally says, “See ya.”
After Akashi leaves. They both release of a sigh of relief then they laugh, neither of them points out that it’s out of nervousness.
I think I like Akashi finding out the best.”
Aomine is hard-pressed to disagree. Akashi had not made a big deal out of knowing. If anything he looked...happy? Or relieved. Like he’d been proven right. Which doesn’t sit well with Aomine but he’s not going to bring it up to Momoi. There’s no reason to. He probably just read Akashi wrong. Probably.
>MURASAKIBARA
If Akashi’s reaction had been uneventful. Murasakibara’s reaction could be described as nothing, basically. Weird but nothing.
They run into him at a mini mart, buying snacks. He stares at them unblinkingly until his gaze narrows a little and he pulls something out of his plastic bag. He hands it to Momoi before patting both of their heads.
Aomine bristles. Momoi thanks him for the snacks.
He gives them a lazy thumbs up before waving. “Momo-chin. Ao-chin. See you at practice.”
“Later.” Aomine says.
Well, at least there hadn’t been much talking.
“Um?” Momoi finally says. He hadn’t seen her looking at the snacks with critical eyes until now.
“What?”
She holds up the snack bag. It’s pink and there are hearts all over it. What the hell.
“How the f--?”
“Dai-chan.”
“My bad. How the hell did he even know?”
“Better.”
“Thanks. Still doesn’t answer my question.” He says dryly.
Momoi shrugs taking back the bag and opening it. They are chocolate and cherry flavored. Weird. But Murasakibara is known for trying anything sweet.
“I don’t know. Maybe he didn’t even buy these on purpose. I mean, I doubt it. He probably just grabbed the first snacks in his bag. This is Muk-kun we’re talking about, Dai-chan. Hmmm…wow, theses are pretty good!”
“Yeah...you’re right.”
“Try these!”
He does. They’re pretty good.
“Come on, I’m thirsty. Buy me a drink?”
His answer is of course, yes. Her tugging him into the store makes him forget about Murasakibara.
>MIDORIMA
Out of the entire Generation of Miracles, Midorima’s reactions have always been the best. His reaction to finding out about Aomine and Momoi does not disappoint.
He squawks in disbelief, point a finger between the two of them. Then he composes himself and pushes up his glasses. He clears his throat before congratulating them. Then he goes into a tirade about compatibility and the zodiac and astronomy or something along those lines, Aomine had liked it better when Midorima had no idea what to say.
“Virgo and Taurus make good couples. You’re very lucky, Aomine.”
“Aw, Midorin!” Momoi says, hugging him. Midorima’s face looks like it’s going to explode. It turns so red. Aomine laughs. Then he pulls Momoi away because he doesn’t want to get Midorima’s blood pressure up too high. Takao would be sad.
“Ahem, well, good luck with everything.”
He hands them an item. A small white elephant figure he’d been holding. Momoi takes it without question. Aomine shakes his head.
They ran into Midorima at a giant supermarket. Who knows what he’d been buying. Lucky items most likely. They’d been discreetly linking their two index fingers together. Midorima had walked in between them without noticing until he’d broken their link. Then he noticed them. Together. Practically holding hands. Now everyone basically knows.
Takao shows up after a while to drag Midorima away. He congratulates them as well.
That’s when Aomine gets suspicious.
Takao had not been privy to their conversation. He’d been surprised to see them there. So there’s no way he could have known. There’s no way anyone told him either. Aomine had beat Kise into silence. Kagami, Kuroko, Akashi, and Murasakibara were not the gossiping type.
Now that Aomine thinks about it, Midorima’s reaction had been strange. Like he’d just found out something he hadn’t believed. He’d always been pretty oblivious for being so smart. It had been like he’d been proven wrong about something. Just like Akashi had acted like he’d been proven right. Kagami is also oblivious….yet he’d asked if he and Momoi were on a date...and Kuroko had looked disappointed when they’d both said no...
Something is going. Aomine is going to find out what.
“You’re being weird, Dai-chan. Paranoid.”
“We’ll see. Something isn’t right.”
Momoi sighs and shakes her head but says nothing else. She puts the tiny white elephant Midorima gave them in his pocket. Aomine pats it to make sure it’s safe and won’t fall out. Momoi would get angry if he lost it.
When she puts her arm through his and begins to walk, Aomine is happy. He makes a note to remember to investigate the reactions of the Generation of Miracles.
>>THE TRUTH COMES OUT!
Aomine confronts all of them in the locker room.
“Is someone going to explain what the fuck is going on?” Aomine says.
Akashi, Kuroko, and Midorima all frowns at his language. Kise and Kagami avoid eye contact. Murasakibara continues to munch on his snacks.
“Well?’
“We had a betting pool,” Akashi finally answers.
“About you and Momoi-san finally becoming a couple.”
“Why the f--!! I mean, why?! You guys are dicks! How much money?”
“Almost 3, 000 yen,” Kise says brightly.
“Oh. That’s not that--”
“Each.” Midorima says. Darkly.
“Fuck.”
“Imagine how we feel.”
“I told you Shintarou.”
Midorima looks annoyed.
Who won the pool?”
“No one. Yet.” Kagami says, “Everyone found out you were dating but the pool was for the amount of time it would take you two.”
“So when did Ao-chin and Momo-chin finally get together?”
Aomine opens his mouth until he thinks better of it. He’s not going to help any of them win money when they bet on if and when he and Momoi would get together. He flips them all off.
“Dick!” Kagami says. Everyone else sighs. They agree though.
“Momoicchi told me!” Kise chirps, waving his phone around.
Aomine launches himself at Kise. Murasakibara grabs him by the collar of his shirt. Until he sees it’s too much work and releases him. Kagami grabs his arms though.
“Ryouta?” Akashi asks.
“After the Winter Cup! Ha! He confessed, Momoicchi says it was very cute, awwww!”
“Shut up, Kise!”
“Aomine-kun...are you blushing?”
“Tetsu you traitor!”
They all laugh.
Until Momoi walks in.
“This is the boys locker room!” Aomine yells, “Get outta here, Satsuki!”
She has a rolled up magazine in one hand. She bops him on the head. She bops Kagami too. And Kise. For laughing. Ha.
“This isn’t very nice guys.”
None of them look at her. Abashed. None of them comment on her appearance in the boys locker room either. They know better. Besides, they are all decent and dressed. Except for Aomine who is missing a shirt because they hadn’t given him a chance to finish dressing. Momoi hands him his shirt as he stands, averting her eyes with a light dusting of pink on her cheeks. Aomine doesn’t comment. His cheeks are a bit warm too.
“Let’s go,” Aomine says, throwing the other boys a dirty glare.
“In a bit.”
“What?”
She doesn’t answer him. Instead she walks up to each of the boys in turn. They place a wad of cash in her hands each. She smiles. She splits the cash in two. She gives a half to Akashi, who nods at her and the other to Kise who smiles brightly.
“Satsuki,” Aomine croaks, “Y-you bet on us?”
“Huh? Oh, no!” She says sounding horrified.
He stares at the money in her hand.
“Well...Akashi-kun won the pool but he doesn’t need or want the money. Ki-chan and Tetsu-kun came in close second. And Kagamin, Muk-kun, and Midorin were way off. So the money is mine.”
“I see…” he says.
“I’ll buy you a teriyaki burger.”
Aomine sees no problem with that. He leads Momoi out, grabbing her wrist gently.
Kagami and Kise call him ‘whipped’ under their breath. Momoi smiles, waving goodbye. Aomine ignores them.
He can put up with their teasing. It’s all directed at him anyway.
Also, he has Momoi and being with her is way better than fighting with the others. He doesn’t have to hide or avoid the fact that they are together anymore to avoid awkwardness between teammates. They are way past that.
That’s just fine by him. It’s fine by Momoi too, who is smiling widely and tucking her money into her pocket.
Aomine shakes his head. He can’t believe he was ever worried about the Generation of Miracles finding out about them. There had been nothing to worry about.
They had to Maji for some food. This is their last day of practice and then they face Jabberwocky. It’s best to enjoy the spare time he has left with Momoi before completely focusing on basketball again. He’s not going to waste it worrying anymore. Especially not when she’s looking at him and smiling at him the way she does. Aomine couldn’t ask for more.
for— anonymous
pairing: aomine/momoi
rating: M
summary: —like this they’re at equal height.
notes: so momoi is 162cm (5'2") and aomine 192cm (6'2")….i love height differences omg. i hope you enjoy this anonymous!! i tried fitting everything in your requests as best as possible without rushing, hopefully i did well lol…
Sometimes it’s very difficult to go places with Aomine. It’s not only that he is unmanageable the majority of the time but that he’s so tall it’s difficult to fit in (granted he’s not Murasakibara height but he’s still tall). His crappy mood about how small stuff is makes it even more difficult too. Maybe it’s why he hates going shopping with her. Anyway that doesn’t matter, what really matters is keeping his grumpiness in check.
For example right now, she wants to eat at but Aomine doesn’t because the seats are too small and the place is cramped with people and he has nowhere to stretch his legs, well, Momoi promises to go wherever he wants after this. She should be concerned that he might say home but he never does so she isn’t.
After eating he’s usually less grumpy, and because she takes longer than him to eat he usually sneaks in a few minutes of sleep. She lets him. If it will improve his mood than she lets him peacefully.
When she’s done Aomine pays for the food like always and with much complaining (again, like always).
They head to a shoe store next. Not her idea.
On a scale, Aomine likes staring at shoes more than she does. They go to shoe stores so often because of Aomine that she’s actually a bit sick of them. But she promised to follow him wherever he went so a shoe store it is.
The first thing they do is walk around the entire store, Aomine pointing out shoes that he likes. He even points out shoes that will look nice on her. It’s still catches her off-guard that he likes looking at all shoes collectively and not just basketball shoes. It’s nice to know that he puts this much consideration into something. Especially something like appearance when taking into account how lazy he can be. He picks out a few shoes for both of them before finding an employee. He asks for his shoe size. One out of five times stores have his shoe size. Today he is in luck. Next he asks for shoes in her size. They always have her size.
The employee hands them the shoes to try on themselves before leaving to help another customer.
They take a seat on a bench. Well, she takes a seat first and Aomine removes her shoes for her. She chose practical shoes today, white slip-ons.
“I feel like Cinderella!” She laughs. Aomine shakes his head.
The shoes he chose for her are sneakers, surprisingly. Aomine usually points out high-heels and flats that she might like, and she always does like them. With both shoes on her feet, he yanks her up.
“How do they feel?”
She bounces on her feet. They feel pretty good. Comfortable. They’re a cute color too. She walks around in them a bit. Nothing weird. They really are comfortable.
“They feel good,” she finally says.
“Good. You were complaining about how much your feet hurt last week. These might help.”
She stares up at him in astonishment.
She didn’t think he’d been paying attention when she’s said that.
“Dai-chan,” she says softly.
He puts his hand on her face and pushes her away from him lightly.
“Jerk!”
“Stop being weird then Satsuki.”
“Okay, okay, your shoes next.”
He grumbles as he takes a seat. She puts her own shoes back on. They don’t feel as good as the ones she’s about to buy, she pouts. She’ll put them on after she buys them.
“You’re lucky they always have your shoe size. And they always fit you.” Aomine says.
“They don’t always have my shoe size.”
“That’s only because they’ve run out not because they don’t make it to begin with.”
“Well, you’re lucky I know which stores carry your size so it doesn’t matter. I’ll have to remember this one next time you wanna shoe shop.”
Aomine snorts. She pinches his cheek. He doesn’t complain, too busy tying the laces on his shoes.
She notices that they’re dress shoes.
“Wow, where you going with those?” She whistles. Out of her many talents (Aomine always snorts here, jerk) whistling is one of her top best.
“Mom’s having a business party at our house next weekend. To network or some bullshit like that. Wanna come?”
“As your date?” She sits down next to him. The bench is so small she has to sit really close to him and grab his arm to keep from falling off.
“If you want…” He doesn’t look at her as he says it but she knows he’s blushing. She laughs, throwing her arms around his neck. She almost throws them off the bench.
“When did you start acting so grown-up?”
“Shut up.”
She laughs again, pressing her face against his neck. His pulse flutters wildly when she presses her lips against his skin.
“Well, if you went with anyone else I’d be pretty mad, Dai-chan.”
She feels him swallow. He pulls at her arms. She unwraps her arms from around his neck. She stands in front of him.
“Jealous?” He says, putting his own shoes back on.
“Extremely,” she murmurs.
Momoi tilts his head up and is leaning down, her lips just a centimeter from Aomine’s lips when someone clears their throat.
She jumps back from him, blushing.
She doesn’t miss his smirk. She glares.
The employee who’d cleared his throat at their almost public display of affection, and who’d helped them earlier, asks if they’re finding everything alright.
“Yeah. We’ll take these.”
He hands over their two boxes.
The employee takes them with a polite smile, telling them he’ll ring them right up.
They follow after him. Momoi pays for her shoes first. She puts them on as Aomine pays for his.
He takes her bag in his hand wordlessly. She smiles.
“Where to next?” she asks.
“Home.”
Momoi pouts. She’d kind of wanted to go somewhere else but since she doesn’t have a specific destination in mind then heading home is just fine. >>>>>
They go to her house. The Momoi household isn’t small but still, Aomine has to hunch down a little to not hit his head. He grumbles a lot about it.
“Why is your house so damn small? I feel like it shrinks every time I come over.”
Because he’s complaining and not paying attention, he hits his head coming in this time. He curses. Which he does freely when her parents aren’t home. She bites her lip not to smile but he’s glaring like an angry cat that she can’t help it. He flips her off.
He’s rubbing his head as he kicks off his shoes and follows after her.
They head to her room. He’s careful of his head this time. He sets their bags on top of her desk.
Momoi points to the bed. Aomine sits down.
“You should get a bigger bed.”
“I will not get a bigger bed just because you don’t fit in it.”
“Well don’t buy things that are so freakishly small.”
“You’re just freakishly big,” she huffs, stomping toward him.
Like this, him sitting down and her standing up, is the only time she’s taller than him—not by a lot but still. It’s not the only time she stands above him though. She can’t lie that thought makes a her a little bit smug.
“What are you grinning about?” He says, yanking her close to him.
His hands on her waist travel down to squeeze her hips. She squirms, shrugging but still grinning. He frowns in suspicion but he doesn’t push, there are other things he’d rather do.
He pops the button on her jeans then tugs the zipper down, looking bored all the while. Momoi is affronted until she sees his pupils dilate, eyes getting brighter, and he bites his lip. He slides her jeans down her legs, she steps out of them. He pushes her shirt up a little to kiss her abdomen. Her muscles clench at the light affection. His arm wraps around her waist, holding her close as he kisses down. He kisses her over her underwear. She digs her nails into his shoulders. She lets out a breathless moan when he presses his tongue along her. He does that along with dragging his teeth along her until she’s visibly wet, soaking through her underwear and her legs trembling.
When he pushes her panties aside, and his tongue slides along her without barrier in the way, she emits an embarrassing whine. Her breathing already ragged, chest heaving.
“Dai-chan,” she whimpers.
He groans, muttering fuck against her. She quivers. He stands up so quickly she stumbles back in surprise. He grabs her before she can fall.
They both undress fast.
Momoi helps him with his pants and briefs, yanking them down until they’re around his ankles. She pushes him back onto the bed. He finishes kicking off his pants and briefs.
She kneels on top of him, his hand between her legs. She’s so wet. His fingers make slick noises as they move inside her. It makes heat rush to her face. >
Aomine likes the flushed look on her face, eyes fluttering and her lips open to let out breathy gasps. His thumb rubs against her clit.
“Oh, fu–”
She covers her mouth before the word can slip out. Aomine chuckles. Momoi does not appreciate that. She glares. She doesn’t stop his hand from continuing nor does it stop her from rocking her hips into his touch.
He pulls his hand away. She huffs in disappointment. He can’t find it in himself to smirk when they’re both so far gone.
He grabs a hold of her hips, pulling her close. Her hands in his chest for leverage. When he presses up against her, he groans and she digs her nails into his pectorals. He thrusts up, driving into her. They stay still until he moves her over him. This is one of the times she stands above him. And he enjoys it.
“Wait,” she says. >
Momoi pulls at his shoulder to turn them over. She pulls him over her, pressing him down on top of her.
They usually do it with her on top. She calls the shots. Today, she wants his weight on top of her. She wants him pressing his body into hers. Just thinking about it makes her thighs tighten, Aomine groans on top of her.
He takes her slowly, gently. His thrusts measured. She likes this side of him because it’s so different from how brash he is.
But she doesn’t want that right now.
She leans up to kiss him. Her fingers carding through his hair as she pushes her tongue inside his mouth. He lets out a strangled whimper when she bites down on his lip and tugs hard on his hair.
His hands cup her face pulling her away from his mouth.
“Is that how you want it, Satsuki?”
She nods. He nods.
His lips slide down her cheek, press against her jaw line before scraping his teeth down her throat and biting down, sucking on the skin hard.
His hips move against her hard, more quickly. His hands pinning her hips down to the bed so she won’t slide up with the strength of his movements.
Aomine sits up. He slings one of her legs over his hips, she keeps it there. One of his hands is under her knee, pressing up and to the side, opening her legs wider. Her hands on his biceps, nails leaving marks on his arms.
When Aomine leans down to press his mouth against her neck, breathing harshly against her, she cries out his name as she comes. Daiki.
Her body goes taut, back arching, before relaxing under him.
“Is this okay?” He asks.
She bites her lip, to quell a moan, before nodding.
He doesn’t bother to muffle his grunts or groans as he moves above her, and when he comes, he gasps out her name breathlessly.
When he finishes, he slumps over her. His entire body pressing into hers. It’s hard to breathe but it’s also nice to feel his weight on her. The only thing she has to do to get him off is squirm like she’s uncomfortable and he pushes himself up on his arms, which tremble along with his entire body after his release.
“My bad,” he says, sounding sleepy.
She pats his shoulder.
He rolls off her and to the side. What happens next is not her fault. She makes a grab for him but it’s already too late. His body makes a resounding thunk as he hits the floor.
“What the fuck!” He says.
Momoi covers her mouth with both hands. She bites her lip so she won’t laugh. But it’s so hard when he’s looking so betrayed and sulky. He’s pouting and Momoi can’t hold back her laughter.
“Don’t laugh, Satsuki you fucking jerk!”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Dai-chan! It’s just–oh how many times does that make it now? You’ve forget every time!” “That’s not my fault!”
“But how do you keep forgetting!”
He closes his eyes, shrugging.
“Ah, I don’t know. If anything it’s your fault, how am I supposed to remember anything when we just finished having sex?”
She moves over on the bed and pats the empty space next to her. Aomine climbs back up.
She hugs from behind, snuggling into him.
“You big dummy, Dai-chan.”
“Shut up.”
Momoi presses her smile against his back. He doesn’t say anything just lightly strokes her arms where they’re wrapped around his waist. Before long they’re both asleep. She’s thankful her parents won’t be home until tomorrow evening, having gone to visit an aunt.
With her arms wrapped around him she doesn’t feel so small compared to him.
Especially not when he turns over and moves closer to her. He looks so peaceful sleeping. The lines of his face smoothed over by exhaustion.
It’s nice falling asleep with Aomine, he wraps his arms around her in return and she feels enveloped in his warmth.
title: (looking for) the girl in apartment 504
summary: —AU, There's a guy in her doorway looking way too casual. Aomine feels his heart come to a sudden stop.
notes: been working on trying to finish this short fic for a while.
it is inspired by the song [El Chico Del Apartamento 512 by Selena] which is a really good song! also, i kinda made the fic title the same as the song title? just changed 512 to 504 which is momoi's birthday!
Aomine does not consider himself easily swayed in the area of love. People can flirt, can bat their eyelashes at him, can smile prettily, but he is not affected and he could careless about their actions.
Take for example that kid, Kise, who lives in the apartment below with his two older sisters.
Kise has a pretty face, a nice smile—pearly white teeth that are very brilliant. A smile which, on several occasions, Kise has tried to use to convince Aomine of something, mostly to take him out to eat or drink. Aomine though has never even considered it, not once, not ever. What Aomine has done, on those occasions, is told Kise where he could go if he wanted to eat or drink. To hell. Which is not something to tell a kid but Kise is almost eighteen (likes to act like he's older than he is anyway), Aomine thinks the kid can handle it. Especially since Aomine has seen the kid take a good kick and punch (which Aomine is beginning to suspect is some sort of strange wooing) from a grumpy looking upperclassman of Kise's.
Or, as another example, there is Sakurai. Aomine works at a bar part-time and Sakurai is his co-worker.
Sakurai is a good guy. He is slightly older than Aomine but no one would ever think it. Even though Sakurai is a good guy who is extremely considerate of others, he is also too damn apologetic. Which is a real shame because Aomine can see Sakurai as a potential significant other. Aomine can admit that Sakurai is cute—his skin is soft and he has big brown eyes and he smells good—although anything in comparison to alcohol, sweaty people, and overall gross bar smell, smells a hell of a lot better but even so, Sakurai smells nice, like clean laundry. Aomine would even forgo his "ideal" type of a cute, busty woman for Sakurai. If only he didn't apologize so damn much.
At work, Aomine makes and pours drinks while Sakurai serves. Whenever Aomine is late with a drink, Sakurai apologizes to the customer. Whenever Aomine spills while handing drinks, Sakurai apologizes. They had kissed once (it was nice, Sakurai's lips were gentle on his) after work, and a beer too many (way too many for Aomine, he isn't good with alcohol to begin with), and Sakurai had apologized...right after Aomine threw up on him, which he still feels bad about but they'd gotten past it.
There is a bunch of other (unnecessary) stuff that Sakurai apologizes for but the point Aomine is trying to make is this: Sakurai apologizes too much.
Which is not something that Aomine is looking for. Oh, and then there's also the fact that someone else is interested in Sakurai. The guy is a douche who yells too much (most of the time at Aomine) but he's actually a good guy. Wakamatsu, who has a stable job as a newspaper reporter. How that works when he yells so damn much all the time, Aomine doesn't know. Even if Aomine were interested in Sakurai, Aomine makes it a point not to be too much of a dick and swipe dudes he's not even interested in from other people. Aomine thinks Sakurai likes Wakamatsu as well anyway. So it could never work between them.
And, as if that's not enough, there is also his other neighbor Harasawa.
He is much older than Aomine but a better match than most. Aomine would consider it; especially since Harasawa has made it perfectly clear that he wants to know Aomine in more than a friendly way, but no. No because while Harasawa is nice looking and has a job where he makes good money, he is also infamous for bringing a new squeeze around every week; he alternates between male and female every week too. It makes Aomine wonder about his real job...(not that Aomine is judging because he really doesn't give a damn what people do but curiosity, ya know). Also, Aomine isn't a romantic, far from, but he would like something more than a quick fling which is all it would be with Harasawa.
It's not like there is a dire lack of people that are available prospects for Aomine though. It's just that none of them are right for him.
Well, there is one...but nah.
Not that the possibility isn't there, it's just that Aomine has only seen her a handful of times and he doesn't think that's enough to simply ask her out. Although, whenever they see each other in the elevators or passing by on the street or corridors, she smiles at him. Just a small smile but it makes his heart start to beat a little quicker. It'd be nice to know more about her. All he knows is that she lives in apartment five-zero-four.
Aomine has seen Kise talking to her though so maybe he could ask him. Find out more about her.
So he does ask. Aomine almost regrets it. Kise gets this really wide smile on his face.
"Her name is Momoi Satsuki. I call her Momoicchi! She's very cute, of course you 'd like her Aominecchi! As far as I know though, she's not interested in dating..."
"Oh. Thanks anyway, Kise."
Aomine is about to walk away when Kise tells him to wait.
"But, I think that she likes you. She asked me about you too. I think it was yesterday? Point is, I think you should ask her out. There's nothing to lose, right?"
Aomine thanks Kise for the advice. He needs to think about it. If she, Momoi Satsuki (a very pretty name), were to reject him than it would be awkward. Every time he passed by her (which is often) would be embarrassing. He wouldn't be able to face her. She could say yes though. Kise had told him that she had asked about him as well. It'd be nice to get a clear reading on her. Her enigmatic smiles at him were starting to drive him up the walls.
When he looks up he realizes that he's walked to her apartment without thinking.
He might as well do it now. He lifts his hand up to knock, hesitating for a moment before knocking. It's more like pounding. He put too much force into it. Oops.
He takes a step back.
The door opens. He feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
His mouth opens, to say hello, but he stops short. He also feels like his heart comes to a sudden halt and crash. He closes his mouth quickly and frowns.
There is a guy in Momoi's doorway.
Looking way too casual in a tank top and shorts, an energy drink in his hand. He's as tall as Aomine and about the same body build, except bulkier (which he will never admit out loud). His hair is mess and mop of dark red. His eyebrows, which are a bit on the unusual side, are furrowed and his lip is down-turned in what looks like anger.
Aomine doesn't have time to say anything before the guy in Momoi's doorway opens his mouth first.
"You looking for my sister?"
"...Yes?"
The guy throws him a confused look before sighing and shaking his head. He turns to yell for Satsuki to come to the door, some guy is looking for her.
He hears the patter of feet quickly approaching. Momoi appears in the doorway, cheeks flushed a pretty color and out of breath. Her eyes seem to light up when she catches sight of Aomine. He takes it as a good sign. He smiles. She smiles back.
Then she turns to her brother, who is looking at them bemusedly. She shoos him away, pushing him out of the doorway and back inside.
"Don't be nosy Kagamin and go away."
Her brother snorts, patting her head, before going back inside.
She finally turns her attention back to Aomine when her brother is out of sight.
"Hello, Aomine-san. Um, Ki-chan told me your name, I hope that's alright."
"Don't worry, he told me yours as well. Satsuki."
Aomine likes the way her name comes off his tongue. And maybe it's a little presumptuous to be calling her by her first name when they've just introduced themselves but he doesn't think she really minds because she laughs and calls him Dai-chan. He doesn't mind the nickname. He's been called worse.
They talk for a long time in her doorway until he realizes how late it is.
"I should get going. It was nice meeting you, Satsuki."
"It was very nice meeting you as well. Would you like to go on a date, Dai-chan?"
While he's caught off-guard he admires how she doesn't even bat an eyelash when she asks him. Her cheeks are a little red though. Which is nice. He's glad he's not been the only one who's feeling nervous. He nods and gives her a smile.
"I'd like that."
She motions him closer and when she presses her lips against his cheeks, he presses his lips against her cheek as well. He feels his heart skip a beat. She titters on her doorway, balancing on one foot and then the next, her hands fluttering for a moment before waving goodbye and closing the door. He feels like he's not the only one whose heart just skip a beat either.
On this night, Aomine Daiki, part-time bartender, is happier than he's ever felt from meeting Momoi Satsuki, the girl in apartment five-zero-four.
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summary: --aomine reminds her repeatedly to wear sunscreen
based off (#3)
Aomine reminds her repeatedly to wear sunscreen, Momoi is just too excited to listen though. She's going to the beach with Kuroko. Well their entire group of friends is going to be there too but Tetsu-kun is going to be there and she still has a soft spot for him. The text invitation from him had been just the thing she and Aomine needed, being cooped up at home is not fun at all especially when it's summer break.
Which is why she gets so excited that she forgets to put on sunscreen.
Even though Aomine reminds her.
The beach is really fun though. Everyone runs around. Everyone smiles. Everyone laughs. Kagami and Kuroko are a great source of entertainment. Kuroko picks up Nigou, who's gotten significantly bigger, and runs after Kagami, who can tolerate the puppy but still runs in fear when he's being chased.
It's nice getting together with everyone. It's nice talking and catching up with them.
What is not nice though is that, when she gets home, after a day of fun at the beach her skin is red and hurting. Aomine is being a jerk too, slapping her lightly on the back and making her yelp in pain.
“It's not funny!” She huffs.
“I told you,” he says, smirking that smug smirk of his that infuriates her beyond belief, “You should have worn sunscreen, Satsuki.”
She glares at him until her skin feels itchy and then she ignores him to focus on her skin. She lifts a hand to scratch at her throat. Aomine catches her hand.
“That's only going to make it worse.”
Momoi yanks her hand away. Aomine sighs.
“Listen to me this time. You know I'm right.”
She gives in reluctantly only because he is right and she doesn't feel like arguing with him right now. She winces when he puts his hands on her shoulders, leading her in the direction of her room.
“Here,” Aomine says, “Sit down and I'll help you put aloe on so you'll feel better.”
“Fine,” she says, primly. But really she feels thankful. She doesn't even know if she had the strength to lift her arms and put it on herself.
Aomine comes back with a bottle of aloe gel. He squeezes some into his hands before passing her the bottle. His hands on her lower back feels nice as he slathers on the aloe. Momoi busies herself by putting aloe on her front. She scolds herself for being careless. She's red all over. She must look a sight.
“Hey!” she yells when her bikini top comes undone, falling loose. She clutches it to her chest.
“Calm down, I have to get your entire back.”
Momoi lets it go. It's not like Aomine hasn't seen her before and this is pretty innocent as far as getting her out of her clothes has gone. Also, she doesn't really mind. Aomine's hands are large and gentle as he moves over her skin. Next are her legs.
“You know, you could help me.” He says.
She smiles and stretches out her leg, “I could but you're doing a great job.”
Aomine snorts and shakes his head.
When he's done Momoi feels relaxed and tired. Her skin doesn't hurt as much and it doesn't feel itchy anymore. She lays on her back. Aomine lays down next to her.
“Next time, please, wear sunscreen.”
Momoi kisses his cheek, “I promise, Dai-chan. Maybe you can put it on me next time.”
“Hell no, you're on your own next time.”
“Mean,” she pouts.
Aomine kisses her and tells her to rest. She listens.
summary: —sleepovers where always nice.
pairing: izuki shun/kiyoshi teppei
rating: nc-17 (pwp)
Izuki invites Kiyoshi to his house. His parents and sisters will not be home, they are visiting relatives in the town over and Izuki elected to stay by himself for a while. Kiyoshi has a wide grin on his face as he nods. Izuki's heart beats a little faster.
When they get there, the first thing they do is finish their homework so they'll have the rest of the weekend free. Izuki makes puns all the while. Kiyoshi tolerates them, he even laughs at a few and makes his own (Izuki remembers his favorite ones for later). They are soon done with their homework and they eat. They play video games after that. Last they watch a movie.
It's a horror movie that Kiyoshi choose but Izuki doesn't really know why because Kiyoshi spends most of the time trembling, pretending not to be scared. It's kind of nice though when Kiyoshi scoots closer to Izuki.
Izuki takes his hand and squeezes it. Kiyoshi squeezes it back, hard. Izuki winces and Kiyoshi apologizes but still holds his hand.
It's almost the end of the movie when Izuki decides to just go for it. He leans up and presses his lips against Kiyoshi's throat. Kiyoshi stops trembling in fear then. His pulse flutters against Izuki's lips and then Kiyoshi turns toward him and leans down. Kiyoshi's lips are soft. Kiyoshi licks his lips and his tongue brushes against Izuki's lips, warm.
Izuki pulls away and has Kiyoshi lay on his back on the couch.
They kiss for a while, Izuki on top of Kiyoshi, until Izuki slides his hands under Kiyoshi's shirt. He traces the lines of his muscles, then down his abdomen and under the waistband of his sweats.
Kiyoshi gasps out a breathless, "Shun," when Izuki wraps a hand around his hardening cock.
Izuki slips his tongue inside Kiyoshi's mouth the same time he brushes his thumb over the tip of him. His strokes are sure slow and measured. Kiyoshi pants against his mouth. Izuki feels his hand become wet with pre-cum and he presses his own hips against Kiyoshi's leg. Izuki then feels Kiyoshi's hand cup him through his pajama pants and he ruts against Kiyoshi's hand instead of his leg. He is reminded how large and warm Kiyoshi's hands are, he cups Izuki's cock with one and the other he has on his neck, running through the hair on the nape of Izuki's neck.
Kiyoshi slips his hand into Izuki's pants as well and palms him. Izuki comes before Kiyoshi does. It should be embarrassing how hard and quickly he comes but it's really not. Kiyoshi keeps his hand on Izuki.
It's not until Izuki is sliding down the length of Kiyoshi's body that he pulls his hand away.
Izuki pulls his sweat pants along with him. He takes Kiyoshi into his mouth, sucking softly at the tip before taking more of him in. He still has a hand wrapped around him. Kiyoshi puts his hand on the top of Izuki's head, petting him gently, loosely gripping his hair.
When Kiyoshi comes, Izuki pulls away slightly. He licks at the come on his lips and hands, and the small amount that go Kiyoshi's thighs. Kiyoshi holds him there for a moment.
The credits are rolling when they both recover and sit up. Izuki turns off the television.
They pull their pants up and go to Izuki's room afterward. Kiyoshi stands by the door.
"Don't just stand there, come on my bed."
And then Izuki pats the space next to him, grinning, and Kiyoshi sighs but does just that.
title: (don't) wake me before you go
summary: —Aomine just wants to sleep. Momoi just liikes to make his life harder.
When Daiki hears class trip, he thinks fun and an opportunity to sleep and relax. He does not think Satsuki and her incessant nagging. He also doesn't consider fainting because, apparently, saunas and hot springs make him feel dizzy and sick. That is exactly what happens though.
Although, now he does get a chance to sleep.
At least for a little but until Satsuki storms into the room he's sharing with Sakurai. Luckily, Sakurai is not here to constantly apologize on Daiki's behalf to Satsuki. Thank god. That gets annoying and tiring pretty fast.
"Go away. Hang out with your friends. Don't bother me," Daiki grumbles, burying himself farther into his comforter.
Satsuki just sits on the bed. She is silent and that puts him on edge.
"Please just leave," Daiki finally says, muffled under the sheets but he's pretty sure Satsuki heard him clearly.
"Let's go to the hot springs!"
"Do you want me to die?"
"Fine...there's a hiking trail we can do."
"No."
"There's a mountain bike pass. They'll let us borrow bikes. Wanna go?"
"No. Go away."
"There's a temple close by. I heard it's pretty neat."
"In what world, do you imagine, that I would go to a temple willingly? Or for that matter find it pretty neat?"
Satsuki huffs. Daiki hopes it means she's giving up. She does not. She wouldn't be Satsuki otherwise though.
"Well Sakurai is hiking. He's gonna take a while...wanna have sex?"
"I JUST WANT TO SLEEP."
"...Is that a no?"
"SATSUKI, I LOVE YOU BUT IF YOU DON'T LEAVE, I WILL BURY YOUR BODY ON THIS MOUNTAIN."
"Sheesh, so touchy...are you sure you don't wanna have sex?"
Daiki makes to sit up. He hears Satsuki laugh as she runs to leave the room.
"Damn it," he whines. All his sleepiness has left him.
"Damn you, Satsuki."
He will make her pay...but later, right now, he at least has to try and fall asleep again. Maybe he'd dream of ways to make Satsuki regret waking him up.
title: lips of poppy
summary: —kissing her is like running until he can't breathe properly.
rating: nc-17
listening to: piel de nina by alejandro fernandez (which is where i got the title from, just translated a part of the lyrics to english)
Kissing Satsuki, Daiki thinks, is like running until he can't breathe properly. She's everything he loves.
They're making-out on top of her bed, her room smells like lavender, and she smells like roses. She sighs softly into his mouth as his tongue slides against hers. His hand is under her shirt, her bra undone, and he's squeezing the soft flesh of her breast gently. His other hand rests on her thigh. Her other leg is in between his, she grinds weakly against his leg. Daiki's hard already, trying his best not to rut against her stomach but it's difficult when she's panting and moving against him so nicely.
He stops kissing her long enough to gasp into her neck that he wants to have sex with her. But she's already pushing his shorts down and wriggling under him.
She's so fucking tight, Daiki says so without meaning to and she laughs breathlessly. She's hot too, and wet. When he pulls out of her and then back in, she's slick and soft. He braces himself, one hand gripping the headboard of her bed and the other gripping her hip as he moves in and out of her. She meets his every thrust, her hands running through his hair. She scrapes her nails gently against the nape of head and he shudders and slams his hips into hers hard, she gasps.
"My bad," he mutters, feeling even more flush from embarrassment.
Satsuki kisses his forehead, "It's fine but be more careful, Dai-chan."
When he's close to coming, he places both hands on either side of Satsuki's head. She lifts her hips to meet his. His knees dig into the mattress. Her inner muscles tighten around him. He's so very close.
"Oh, god," Daiki gasps, jaw clenching.
She breathes against his ear, a sultry whisper, "Just call me Satsuki."
And then Daiki fucking comes, and Satsuki is laughing. Idiot, he thinks annoyed. All he can do though is groan against her neck in pleasure.
He doesn't feel like he can lift himself off her, even though it's gross and sticky. His shirt sticking to him from the sweat. It feels nice in between Satsuki's legs though; she cradles his hips just right. She strokes his back, fingers brushing against the back of his neck and shoulders. Her hold on him is soothing.
"You're really fucking mean sometimes, you know that?" he finally says when he's no longer panting, and his heart rate is back to normal.
She sighs contently.
"I try my best."
"You think you're funny but you're not, Satsuki."
He's still inside her and she flexes, tightening around his dick.
"Don't," he grunts, squeezing her with his arms.
She does it again. "Come on, you still have to get me off."
He hums in acknowledgement, beginning to kiss his way down her body. He sucks at the skin of her throat, teeth gliding down. His hand already in between her, replacing him. She shudders at his touch, still sensitive. The muscles of her abdomen quiver as he presses his lips against her stomach. He licks at her clit and she jumps a little, whimpering. One of her legs is over his shoulder, the other he holds down with his free hand, gripping soft flesh tenderly. Her hands are in his hair, tugging, and holding him in place. He has two fingers in her and his mouth on her clit.
Satsuki trembles, her hands flutter, and her toes curl. Her mouth open to let out low, soft noises. When he nips at her clit, her back arches, her hands clench in his hair, and she stiffens. She makes a low keen whine.
They're both breathing heavily.
Her eyes are bright and her lips pink and swollen. She pulls him up to kiss him.
"Thank you," he murmurs softly against her lips.
She looks at him confused. Daiki smiles tiredly.
"For being with me."
She kisses him again. He feels his lungs expand and that feeling of being not able to breathe properly returns. Satsuki is everything he loves.
prompt: jam
summary: —he had blackberry jam on the side of his mouth.
Lately Daiki has become more lax, which should really concern him more considering that something always happens when he lets his guard down. He does have to admit that it's kind of nice though being able to relax so fully.
Especially when the novelty of moving in with Satsuki still grates on his nerves, makes him jumpy, hesitant, and question all of his moves. Even after knowing her for years as a friend and then recently as...lover? He makes a face of disgust. Ew, that word is so weird. Satsuki would admonish him for acting like a 12 year old again but, come on, calling Satsuki his lover so damn weird. Well she's definitely still his friend. His other half maybe? Nah, too gooey. Soul mate? Whoa, too strong (but probably accurate, he thinks, blushing). Girlfriend feels weak but it's the only one Daiki doesn't cringe at using.
Sometimes he wishes the lines between him and Satsuki were clearly defined. They are exclusive, that much is known to both. They care about each other very much. They kiss and...do other stuff (which still feels a little weird to him but it's good). They moved in together but that's because it's more economical.
He can already hear Satsuki's voice in his head saying: "It's only logical to move in together. We've known each other since we were five and I trust you more than anyone else. Duh, Dai-chan!"
He can admit that triggers a warm feeling in his chest. Still.
Maybe he should just ask her.
After breakfast maybe.
He makes toast with oatmeal, and he makes a note to go with Satsuki the next time she goes grocery shopping. He needs something sweet.
Daiki finds blackberry jam after rummaging through the fridge. He feels triumphant and considers himself lucky that he found something sweet. He doesn't like jam all that much but there's nothing else so he settles for now.
He is taking a bite of his toast when Satsuki walks in. He manages a good morning around his food. She tells him not to talk with his mouth full. He gives a noncommittal noise that he's heard her before he gets back to eating.
Satsuki hugs him from behind, yawning. She slumps against him for a second before straightening and heading to the fridge.
She sits next to Daiki as she pours herself a glass of orange juice. She takes a drink. Her eyes are now wide and alert. They search his face. The corners of her lips tug up in a wide smile. Daiki shifts uncomfortably.
"What?" he grumbles, before taking another bite of his toast.
She rests her chin on her hand and shakes her head, "Nothing, you're cute."
Daiki flips her off. She laughs.
It's completely unexpected when she leans in and licks at the seam of his mouth. Daiki opens his mouth, maybe originally to protest, but then she's licking at the side of his mouth and her lips trail down his chin and under his jaw line. He forgets to breathe. She nips at the skin of his neck before pulling away.
"What the hell," he says.
She gulps down her orange juice before answering. "You had jam on the side of your mouth."
And then she skips off, out of the kitchen.
Daiki watches her for a moment before he stands up, breakfast forgotten, and follows after her. After breakfast, he promised, and today is as good as any day to ask her the questions that have been on his mind.
He licks his lips nervously and tastes blackberry jam.
Well, maybe he could kiss her and then ask her. Yeah, that makes more sense.
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a/n— i got this idea after coming home from the gym. i thought, hey momoi takes care of aomine a lot, what would happen if she was the reckless one instead? AND THEN this headcanon by wingroad inspired me so this fic definitely had to be written (don't know how good it is but yea...)
other: i got the title from the song [D Is For Dangerous by Arctic Monkeys] which isn't really relevant to the fic??? i just thought it sounded cool...lol,,,///
note: momoi would definitely be like one of those mom's that lifts cars off their baby
Sometimes, and even then very rarely, Momoi Satsuki gets into fights she can't win. It doesn't take much to get her to fight either, to get her blood boiling. It's not that her anger is hard to control, because it's not really. It is that people think they can step all over her just because she looks a certain way. Momoi Satsuki with the nice figure and a kind smile adorning her pretty face. Wrong. So very, very wrong. She is more than that. Other people should see that she is more than that. She needs them to see. If they refuse then Satsuki herself will show them.
In elementary school, her parents enroll her in karate classes. Which comes in handy when she's giving people a good well deserved beating (girls the majority of the time, who think they can talk bad about her, and boys sometimes, who think they're so smart they can get in between her legs. But, again, wrong).
The boys are harder to take down. The girls leave more evidence of their attacks. Boy or girl though, none can contend with Satsuki.
That does not stop a certain childhood friend from worrying about her well-being. To Aomine Daiki, worrying about Satsuki is second-nature. He lives and breathes to make sure she takes care of herself. She can handle herself against anyone sure but sometimes she forgets to take care of herself. Daiki knows of her sleepless nights. He will always be there for her though. Through every fight.
Which is why he is here, in this abandoned classroom where Satsuki likes to hold her, what seems like to Daiki, daily fights. It's after school because Satsuki actually manages to care about grades despite her combative reputation.
Daiki is too worried about what Satsuki is going to get up to on her own if he leaves her alone for even a second. Grades are that big of a priority to him.
The fight is with a girl, in the year above them. She was talking shit about her and about Daiki.
Satsuki starts out every fight with the same line.
"There's no need to be rude. If you want to get your ass beat, just say please."
The smile Satsuki wears as she says her words is sweet, demure. How that's possible Daiki has yet to figure out.
Before every fight, Daiki tries his best to talk Satsuki out of it. She does not listen. She places a hand on his shoulder and tells him it will be alright. She can handle herself. He should know that better than anyone.
"Your mom is gonna start asking where you're getting all these bruises."
"She never does."
"...This isn't worth your time, people are always gonna talk. Just leave it be, Satsuki."
"If I do that then everyone will think I'm a coward and step all over me. I'm...I am not—I just have to do this."
Daiki knows that she was going to say "I am not you'. She isn't him. She isn't Daiki, who would rather suffer a little embarrassment than go through the effort of fighting. It's not worth it. Standing up for yourself, is a pain. Trying to correct people on what they think about you is useless. Physical violence never solved anything. Satsuki has just always been too stubborn to see that though.
"Fine. You always do whatever you want anyway."
She gives him a wink, "Don't worry, I won't lose."
Daiki doubts very much that she evens knows how to. Winning is all Satsuki has room for. He sighs and steps aside.
The girl she is going to fight is good and ready. She's pissed at Satsuki for calling her out on her bullshit. That's usually how it goes.
Satsuki does not waste time. The girl loses, of course. Neither girl leaves unscathed though.
Satsuki's lip is split and bleeding. The other girl's cheek is swelling and she's clutching her stomach as her friends walk her away. They all shoot dirty glares at Satsuki but say nothing.
This is why Daiki is here. Satsuki is outnumbered, like always. She's one girl against three. If Daiki had not been here Satsuki would have gotten it much worse from the other two. She would have won eventually but one against three are not nice odds. She would have much worse wounds than a split lip.
Satsuki sighs and sits on top of a desk, it wobbles but holds. Daiki steps forward. His bag on another desk, he bulls out disinfectant wipes. He tilts Satsuki's chin up as he wipes the blood off her lips.
"Stop bleeding," he grumbles in frustration when her lip continues to ooze blood.
Satsuki only smiles, which makes the bleeding worse and makes her wince in pain.
The blood stops soon enough. He cleans it up diligently.
"You really should stop."
She frowns. Even when she's angry she still looks pretty, Daiki pushes away the thought quickly.
"I can't."
"You're going to get in real trouble soon. I won't always be there..."
Daiki is cleaning some blood that managed to drip down on to her chin. Satsuki grabs on to his hand tightly.
"But you're here now."
Daiki presses his forehead against Satsuki's, "Yeah, I'm here now."
She kisses the side of his mouth. She leaps off the desk after that. Daiki follows after her. She hooks her arm through his and leans into him, sighing. They start their long walk home. Daiki feels drained. Satsuki looks tired. He pats her head, smoothing down stray hairs.
"I'll..."
Daiki strains his ears to hear Satsuki whisper.
"I'll try not to fight anymore...I'm tired."
"Me too," Daiki says, "Me too."
He's sure that Satsuki will end up sleeping on the train ride home. Daiki will have to carry her home. It's fine though. Daiki tries his best to take care of Satsuki but she is head-strong and rarely let's him. This change of pace, seems like a good sign.
note: first off, i'm very sorry this took so long! also, a detail in the fic differ from your prompt (i extended the time period of a month a little) but i hope that it's okay anyway??? idk why i blanked on that detail while i was writing but i did.........shame ////// but i hope that it's still to your liking because even though i messed up on a detail, i don't think it turned out bad!
listening to: say it right —nelly furtado
When Satsuki goes to Daiki's house, she finds that he is sleeping. Again. It's starting to make her angry. Why is he always sleeping? She knows it's summer but doesn't he have homework he needs to do? He shouldn't procrastinate but he'll probably do that anyway and end up copying her work at the last minute. It makes her so angry. So, so, so angry. Especially when considering that he had invited her over because his parents won't be back until late.
She grinds her teeth in anger before shoving him off his bed and to the floor. He falls with a loud thud. Satsuki smiles in satisfaction when she hears him make a noise indicating that the air has been knocked out of his lungs. He deserves it.
Daiki had some nerve to call her over (probably to in hope of having sex, what a jerk) and be asleep when she arrived. She hadn't even taken that long to get to his house! And even if Daiki is her boyfriend, she will not tolerate his lazy attitude especially not when it comes to her. He should know already that he better have more respect for her than that—or else.
Anyway, Satsuki is on Daiki as soon as he gets up. She knows that yelling does not do a thing to teach Daiki to correct his behavior but she can't help it. She is angry. She is angry and she wants him to know that.
Maybe she would have let him off the hook though if he hadn't yawned. After everything he still yawns as Satsuki yells at him for his slacker attitude.
Satsuki fumes, her anger makes her flustered.
"That's it! No Sex! For, for-for a very long time!"
"What? Wait, Satsuki, don't walk away!"
It is too late though. Satsuki slams his bedroom door shut behind her before rushing down the stairs and out the front door (which she slams as well).
She is glad Daiki does not run after her because she will probably go back on her word if she sees him. Daiki is really good at convincing her to forgive him. Satsuki doesn't even know how he does it. She is the one that's supposed to be able to easily convince him! Whatever. It doesn't matter because none of his usual actions are going to work on her this time.
Satsuki had said no sex and she meant it. Ha, let's see how long he lasts before he changes his attitude and comes groveling to her and begs her on his knees (as he should be) for forgiveness.
/ / /
Daiki does not take her seriously the first days. He calls and texts her, and drops by her house. Satsuki is so angry in those first few days that she does not even want to see him. She ignores him and tells her parents to ignore him (her parents just roll their eyes at her. Satsuki is affronted. Is her being mad at and ignoring Daiki a usual occurrence? Maybe but they could still act surprised for her!)
A week goes by and Satsuki's anger has diminished. She allows Daiki to come over to her house when her parents are gone. Daiki comes in with an apologetic smile. Satsuki knows better though. Forgiving him now won't teach him anything either.
Daiki tries kissing her as soon as the door closes behind him. He cups her face and leans down for a kiss. Satsuki turns away. His lips make contact with her cheek.
"Fine," he growls and walks off to throw himself on her couch. Satsuki clicks her tongue in annoyance. By the end of this Daiki will know better than to act like that again because she will make damn sure he knows.
Satsuki turns on the television. Daiki is comfortably sprawled on her couch and she frowns before pushing his legs off. He sits up right after that, which means he slumps over the arm of the couch.
An hour passes by.
Daiki has used that hour to scoot closer to her.
He throws an arm carelessly around her shoulders and brings her into his side. Satsuki squirms but leaves it be. She can feel his satisfaction radiating off him but she will not get angry, she has a better way of dealing with this.
Soon after that Daiki leans down to kiss her again.
He kisses her neck first, nuzzling softly, and pressing his lips gently. His breath is warm against her skin. Satsuki does not push him away but she does not give any indication that she likes it.
Daiki doesn't know this but in the week that Satsuki ignored him, she had been busy gathering data on him. She had used her memory and written down every instance where Daiki had made her angry and what he'd done for her to forgive him. She had concluded that Daiki resorted to physical intimacy (kissing, soft touches, and warm hugs) to get her to be less angry and more receptive to forgiveness. This ended up making her angry but she calmed down after a while and decided her next plan of action. Which is why she invited him over to her house.
He is still busy kissing her neck. He tilts her head towards him to kiss her lips. Satsuki squirms away, turning her back on him. He hugs her from behind.
"Come on, Satsuki. What do you want? To hear I'm sorry? I am so come on."
Satsuki pretends to consider it for a moment before turning back towards him. The smirk on his face is almost enough for her to lash out but she has self-control.
This time when he leans down to kiss her, she lets him. Daiki's lips are soft and he moves his mouth slowly over hers, sighing softly. Satsuki returns in like because pretending to forgive him isn't so bad if it means he'll keep kissing her like he is. She will allow it for now.
It doesn't take long for Daiki's kissing to rise in fervor.
His hands move over her body, he lingers on her breasts (of course like always) before settling on her hips. He presses her down lightly so that she's lying on her back. Satsuki knows where this is going, where Daiki wants it to go. She will let him have it for a little while longer because like before kissing Daiki isn't that bad.
Daiki parts her legs and settles in between them.
He's hard, Satsuki can feel him through his jeans. One of his hands goes under her shirt, the other rests above her shoulder, holding his weight up. The hand in her shirt goes up to her breast squeezing lightly as he presses his hips into hers. Satsuki shudders, arching her back involuntarily. It feels good and she almost forgets why she's angry with Daiki in the first place.
Daiki looks down at her, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed in arousal. Satsuki looks away from him and grits her teeth. She needs to be strong. His face looks really good right now but she must be strong.
She does her best to think about other things as Daiki moves over her, hips against hers. She does not think about how it feels good, about how it would feel better if was his skin against hers. She does not think about how she likes it when he leans down to press his lips against her neck and breath.
He swears against her skin and his hand fumbles from her breast to her waist, gripping tightly, that is when Satsuki knows it is time to stop. She pushes him back so that she's straddling him now.
She moves her hips over his one last time before getting off of him. He looks dazed and confused. He is panting heavily. She moves to the stairs and Daiki moves to follow after her, going over the couch. She stops him before he can take a step closer to her. Her hand on his chest. She feels his heartbeat, strong and fast. She covers her mouth and feigns a yawn.
"Mmm, I'm tired. I think I'll head to bed. Let yourself out, Dai-chan." Satsuki smiles sweetly at his expression. She waves him goodbye.
The expression on his face brings satisfaction to her. He is stuck between disbelief and confusion. As Satsuki makes her way up the stairs to her room, his expression finally settles into frustration. He storms out of her house, slamming the door behind him.
Satsuki smiles smugly. Ha, that will teach him.
Her smile soon fades though when she realizes that her skin still feels hot from his touch.
/ /
Satsuki wakes up early even on school breaks. Daiki sleeps in—he'd probably spend his entire break sleeping and flipping through magazines if Satsuki didn't wake him up.
This morning is strange though.
She looks out the window and finds Daiki stepping out of his house. He is in shorts, a long-sleeved shirt, and running shoes. He doesn't like running though so Satsuki does a double-take. Huh. It really is Daiki...weird.
She watches him run out of sight but doesn't think much else of it.
/ / /
It's the afternoon and Satsuki is kind of bored. She decides to go to Daiki's house when she sees his parents leave.
She finds him in his room, sprawled across his bed and playing a game on his phone.
Satsuki lays across his stomach.
He pushes her off and turns his back on her. "I'm busy."
Daiki's tone of voice is sulky and tinged with annoyance.
Satsuki sidles up close to him; her breasts pressed against his back. She kisses the back of his neck. He shudders and squirms. Satsuki sits up and turns him toward her.
"Come on, Dai-chan. What do you wanna hear? I'm sorry? I am so come on." She deepens her voice. She repeats his words from yesterday, trying to imitate him as best as she can. Her voice breaks at the end though and she smiles.
Daiki returns her smile with a smirk of his own. "You sound nothing like me."
She shakes his shoulder, whining "Come on, come on, come on."
"That sounds even less like me."
"Nope, I know you pretty well and I think that sounds exactly like you."
"Shut up."
"Okay," Satsuki leans down to kiss Daiki.
His mouth is pliant underneath hers. She cradles his face in her hands, liking the way his skin feel under her hands. She traces his jawline with her fingers as she licks his bottom lip and pushes her tongue inside his mouth. Satsuki smiles against his lips, thinking how easy Daiki is to figure out.
She pulls away for air. Daiki pants lightly against her face before pulling her back down for another kiss. Satsuki maneuvers her body over his while they kiss.
Satsuki moves back, bottom brushing against his crotch. He grunts into her mouth.
She wriggles her hips as she nips at Daiki's lips.
Pretty soon, Daiki is hard and thrusting his hips up a little to meet the movement of hers. His hands clench and unclench on his bed sheets, searching for purchase as Satsuki gets him more excited. Satsuki is not unaffected herself. Her own body is trembling. She hopes she can stop when the time comes.
Her breath is starting to come out in little gasps.
Satsuki doesn't know how or when it happens but Daiki has flipped their positions. His hands are deft and quick as they take off her shirt. She needs to stop this before she loses all her resolve but Daiki's body on top of hers feels really good.
He is just about to unbutton her jeans when there is a shrill ringing.
Satsuki pushes him off. Her phone is in her back pocket. It's her mother. Satsuki almost wants to not answer but this phone call could not be better timed. She answers despite Daiki telling her to ignore it. She tries her best not to sound so out of breath when she answers. She doesn't do that great of a job because her mother asks her if she's alright. Satsuki assures her that she is. When her mother is sure, she tells Satsuki to come back home because she needs helps with some chores.
By the time Satsuki hangs up, Daiki looks beyond frustrated. Satsuki almost feels bad. She doesn't let it get to her though. She pats his leg.
"Alright then, I have to go. See you later, Dai-chan."
He tosses her shirt to her wordlessly.
Satsuki rushes out of his house before she can go back on her word.
This is a lot harder than she expected it to be. There's no way that Satsuki is going to give in though. She and Daiki are both stubborn but Satsuki is more stubborn than he is; she'll last.
/
When Satsuki finishes helping her mother, she heads to the living room. From there she watches as Daiki goes for another late night run.
\ \ \ \ \
Daiki thinks of himself as a person who can withstand many things. He might not be the most patient but he thinks he's been pretty damn patient lately. Especially with Satsuki who seems to come up with excuse after flimsy excuse to leave him hot and bothered. She is still angry about before, he knows.
He also knows deep down though that this is entirely his fault. He shouldn't blame her (at least not completely or out loud). It's just that his frustration keeps mounting and reaching a new level. His attitude has worsen and so have his moods. He blows up at small things. Even with the daily work-outs he's been doing to try and alleviate his frustration. There is nothing else he can do though.
It'd gotten so bad that he'd also almost lost control once. Daiki had called Satsuki over to help him clean up because he sucked at it (he usually ended up sleeping before he even started). The cleaning had quickly turned into a make-out session though. But then she made some excuse about how it was getting late and she should be heading home. Daiki had ignored her. He had her pinned to the floor and they hadn't had sex in so long and she felt so fucking nice under him. He couldn't think of anything else; even when she squirmed to get away, all he could think was how amazing it would feel to be inside her at that moment. He'd finally gotten a hold of himself though. He felt like scum after that. Satsuki had been royally pissed, breathing heavy and her entire face flush with anger. After she had gone home, Daiki had made sure to run until he couldn't feel his legs and his lungs struggled to take in air. He'd been so sore the next morning, he could barely move.
After that incident, Daiki made sure to work out before, as well as after, he sees Satsuki.
He's getting tired though. He doesn't know how long he can keep it up. A month doesn't seem that long but it's felt like an eternity since he's been with Satsuki. He'll keep it up though, he'll keep working out until his heart fails from over exertion, he will keep going.
He will never admit that Satsuki's punishment is working.
\ \ \
It's been a month, a month and a week, when Daiki notices something about Satsuki. She has taken to waiting for him after each work-out. He almost always forgets to bring a water bottle when he runs so Satsuki waits with one for him. He takes it gratefully. He feels parched.
"Slow down, Dai-chan. There's more water inside your house."
Daiki pretend to ignore her but he slows down. His body feels so overheated. He wants to take his shirt off but the heat isn't so bothersome that he needs to do that. He takes another swig of water, watching Satsuki. Her eyes are tracing the lines of his face, lingering on his jawline and throat. He doesn't make much of it though until she licks her lips.
"You're sweaty," she says suddenly, eyes racking over his entire form now.
He hadn't noticed before but the sweat makes his shirt stick to him like a second skin.
"Take your shirt off."
Daiki is caught off-guard, "What?"
Satsuki quickly catches her slip-up, "Uh, I meant, it's hot and you should take your shirt off before you get overheated."
He shakes his head, "I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll just take it off inside."
Daiki frowns in confusion when Satsuki's expression is crestfallen. It quickly changes to annoyance though.
"We're supposed to hang out!"
"And we will...after I take a shower. You can wait in my room if you want, I won't take long."
There is hesitation written clearly on her face but she agrees quickly. They head inside Daiki's house.
\ \
True to his word, Daiki doesn't take long.
He takes a little less than fifteen minutes to shower quickly. He makes sure to make the water very, very cold. He is going to put on his clothes when he realizes that he has forgotten his briefs. Now he was to go to his bedroom. Where Satsuki is waiting for him. On his bed. He huffs out an irritated breath of air. There is no choice but to go out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He needs his underwear. He won't make more of it. He will get in and out quickly without even sparing a glance at Satsuki.
He heads to his bedroom with a quick pace. He does not slow. He ignores Satsuki's indignant shriek as he walks in. He panics when he can't immediately find his underwear in his drawer. He seriously needs to be more organized. He finds them soon enough though.
He turns to make his way out.
It is purely accidental that his eyes involuntarily go to Satsuki. What he sees is surprising but not unpleasant.
Satsuki's cheeks are flush with color. Her pupils dilated. Her lips, which look so pink and plump, are parted and her breathing is a little ragged. Her eyes look him over and linger on his abdomen, which tighten in anticipation. His body heats up despite the cold shower he's just finished taking. He rolls his shoulder nervously and Satsuki's eyes jump immediately upward. Her eyes meet his and then Daiki knows. He knows what she's been trying to avoid and what she's tried so hard to deny for the past month.
"You want me."
The corner of his lip tugs upward at her expression of fierce denial.
"What? No. I don't."
Daiki takes a step forward.
He watches her swallow nervously and lean away from him.
"I think you do, Satsuki." He lowers his voice, let's the syllables of her name linger on the tip of his tongue and exit as a low rumble from his chest. He smirks at the shudder she tries to suppress. He walks slowly until he's in front of her. She leans back on to the bed and he leans over her. He presses his lips against her neck and she turns to expose it more. She's panting. Daiki grips her hips with his hands. She gasps and stifles a low whine.
He pulls away suddenly.
"Fine."
He's gotten better at his self-control. He turns his back to her, walking towards the door. There's nothing, no noise whatsoever, and then.
"Wait."
And Daiki stops just before he's out the door, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
/ / /
Satsuki doesn't know what comes over her. She'd been doing such a good job of keeping Daiki frustrated at her inattention but then she started to feel frustrated as well. She couldn't help it. Daiki is a good looking guy who surprisingly knows how to treat her right. Still, he needed to pay for his laziness. And he kind of had already, hadn't he? She'd made him suffer enough...right?
Although if she has to admit it, she's kind of suffering as well.
Whenever Daiki goes to work-out, after she's left him in a heated state, she can't help but look at his back and remember the way she'd cling onto him as he thrust inside her. It made her both equally embarrassed because of her weakening resolve and aroused. It's terrible.
Which is why, when Daiki comes into his room in nothing but a flimsy towel wrapped around his waist, Satsuki's resolve disappears all together.
He knows it too. He wears that infuriatingly smug smirk of his as he points it out.
And then he's so close that Satsuki wants nothing more than to feel him inside her and she can't help her noise of heated anticipation.
Daiki pulls back though.
Satsuki knows what he wants. He wants to know why she's been doing the same to him for a month now and he wants to hear her say how much she wants him but she won't.
She won't but then she does because he's leaving and Satsuki wants him. God, how she wants him. She's ashamed of how weak she is. She couldn't even last a month.
"Wait."
"I knew it. You can't even go through with your own punishment," Daiki laughs.
Her stubbornness kicks back in. Her hands clench into fists, "T-that's not true! I can!"
Satsuki doesn't know why she's being so stubborn except that she just has to be.
"Satsuki just admit that you lost at your own game."
Daiki is slicking back his wet hair and stray droplets of water drip down his chest and abdomen, and Satsuki wants. She wants him so much but no. No, no, no!
She stands up from his bed quickly and rushes to exit his room and house.
His arm catches her and it's strong and his skin is cold against her own skin and she can't help but give in a little.
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Satsuki is weak in his arms when he pulls her in. Her lips are pliant and sweet, and she puts up no resistance when Daiki walks them back to his bed. He pushes her onto it and presses his body on top of hers. She arches into him and her exhalation is more of a shuddering sob. She opens her legs and her thighs cradle his hips easily.
His hands palm her breasts and she squirms, panting.
His hands leave and move toward her hips, stripping her of her pants. He pushes himself up to take a look at her panties. He knows they will be wet and soaked through but Satsuki is so stubborn that she pushes him away with no force. He leaves it be. He'll have her begging soon enough.
He takes off her shirt and her bra. Her skin is hot against his. He leans over her.
"I want you, Satsuki. Do you want me?"
His hands grab her hip and press her against his erection.
Daiki admires her stubbornness because even though she's half-naked and grinding up against him, she still manages to grit her teeth and say, "No."
He gets rid of the towel. Her underwear goes next, with no resistance. Daiki grabs a hold of her knees and spreads her legs as he aligns himself to her entrance. Satsuki's hips wriggle closer. The head of his cock barely brushes against her. It's torture just brushing against her skin, feeling how hot and wet she is for him. It is even worse because his self-control is nonexistent, all Satsuki has to do at this point is say please—no, forget that, all she has to do is breath and Daiki will do anything for her but he keeps still.
"Maybe we should stop." His words are weak and have no bite, his voice is more of a gasp really, but he still manages to say the words.
Satsuki whines, low in her throat, before biting her lip and closing her eyes in embarrassment.
The hardest thing to do is act like he's going to pull away. His hands leave her legs and he pushes himself away even though it almost physically hurts to do so.
Her arms are around his neck, clinging on to him.
"No, please, stay... ah, just please...please, Daiki."
His response is to kiss her. Satsuki has always been more stubborn than Daiki, that didn't mean Daiki could not outlast her, but they both know when to give in. Today, Satsuki gives in.
Satsuki's hands are all over him now. She always makes him wear a condom and Daiki always remembers. The problem is that the condoms are under his bed in a shoebox. He wants to go get them but Satsuki's hold is unbreakable.
She traces the line of his jaw and throat with her mouth, "Just pull out."
Daiki does not argue. Also, her hands are traveling down the length of his body to grab his cock, and that's pretty fucking distracting. Satsuki opens her legs and thrusts her hips up a little to get Daiki inside her. He helps out by rocking his hips forward.
He shudders when he's inside her and Satsuki moans, bucking her hips up.
She scratches his back as he moves in and out of her. It's not just his back that she's satisfied scratching though, she leaves the marks of her nails on his arms and chest too. Her legs squeeze around his waist so tightly, he's afraid she's going to crush the air out of him. Satsuki thrusts her hips to meet his.
Both of them are loud.
Satsuki tells him to go harder and Daiki lets out swear after swear. Their limbs tangle up in each other, wanting to touch everywhere, in a mess of movements.
Daiki is too far-gone to think about anything, or do anything except move his hips. His hands never stay anywhere too long either, flitting across Satsuki's body. The only thing that he really registers is how smooth and slick she feels, inside and out.
He isn't going to last long. And by the way Satsuki is clenching around him, neither is she.
Satsuki comes first but not by much. She clings on to him, bites down on his shoulder, as she climaxes.
When Daiki comes, Satsuki's legs are no longer around his hips, holding him tightly in place. The evidence of his orgasm on her tummy. His entire body trembles likes he's just been out for a run. He takes care to land beside Satsuki when his arms give out.
He has his towel under him, he tosses it to Satsuki. It lands on her face. She clicks her tongue in irritation. Daiki laughs before taking the towel back.
"Kidding." Daiki kisses her cheek. He wipes clean her stomach with the towel. He throws it aside when he's done.
Satsuki straddles his leg. She's still so wet and hot. Daiki can feel her against his thigh. She shudders when he moves it. Daiki's hands rest on her hips and Satsuki holds onto his wrist, nails digging into his skin.
Pretty soon Satsuki is riding his leg. Every time that she rubs up against him, she lets out a shaky exhale. When she's close, she slows down almost to a stop, shuddering and gasping, her hips barely undulating over his leg. Daiki takes the initiative to keep her going, brushing his leg up and grabbing a better hold of her hips to keep her moving over him. Her thighs squeeze his leg as she comes with a cry.
She is sprawled on top of his chest, panting.
He jumps a little when he feels Satsuki's hand wrap around his length.
"Again?" he asks breathlessly. The amusement evident in his voice.
Satsuki looks up at him, looking abashed before biting her lip and nodding. She squeezes him lightly before wriggling her way down his body. She takes him into her mouth and then all Daiki can do is gasp. Satsuki rarely gives him blow jobs and Daiki never asks for them. He's already half-hard from just the feel of her mouth. He pets her head and winds his hand through the strands of her hair gently. She brings him to release in no time at all.
He's still shaky but even so, he has enough strength in him to talk steadily.
"I liked your idea of punishment, Satsuki. You should do it more often."
She wipes at her mouth, an angry pout on her lips, "That's no funny. I was being serious!"
This time, she lays next to him, curled up into his side. He wraps an arm around her. His fingers smoothing over her hair.
"Fine...but next time make sure to choose a punishment you can go through with."
She pinches his waist, making him yelp in surprise. He really hates how ticklish he is and dislikes intensely that Satsuki knows it and uses it to her advantage.
“You were gonna break soon, anyway.”
“What? No, I--“
“You suck at lying,” she laughs, scrunching her nose up (cute, Daiki thinks), “Especially to me. I know you and working out wasn't helping you at all. You're very obvious, Dai-chan.”
Daiki scowls. She knew the truth of him.
Satsuki smiles up at him before patting his chest and sighing, snuggling closer to him.
They are both tired and sleep overcomes them quickly and easily.
As far as punishments went, neither of them were any good at doling them out to each other. That's fine though, because at the end of the day, nothing is better than falling asleep in the warmth of each other.
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