aomine nsfw scenario when he comes to his gf workplace during lunch only to find she’s alone and touching herself ;) THANKS

There were many benefits to having your own office. It was quiet, with a view and private; which really came in handy when you just needed to be.

It had been a week since your last opportunity to be with Aomine and the urge had grown too strong.

Which is how you ended up with your door shut, curtains drawn and hand down the waistline of your skirt, panties around your ankles. You moaned, low in your throat, head tipping back against your chair. You grew wetter, fingers rubbing over your clit in quick circles as you imagined Aomine between your thighs.

“Now that’s a sight.”

You gasped loudly, eyes flying open to find Aomine leaned against the door frame, a salacious smirk on his face.

“Shut the fucking door,” you whispered, cheeks burning red.

He did as you commanded. “If you really wanted privacy, you should have locked it,” he teased, loosening his tie as he stalked forward, eyes hungry.

You swallowed under the pierce of his gaze. “Well, you’re the only one who’d walk in without knocking, jackass.” You shifted again, legs rubbing together.

“Seems I interrupted something important,” Aomine went on, tossing his tie to your couch as he reached your chair. His hands landed on each arm, caging you in as he leaned into your space. His mouth hovered just above yours, breath hot. “How about switching your solo time to a collaboration?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you groaned, pulling on the back of his neck and capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.

“Fuck, I love it when you get bossy,” he rasped, drawing you up into his arms. His hands tore at your shirt, ripping buttons and revealing your black lace bra. “Damn, you look fine like this,” he complimented, removing the shirt as he kissed the tops of your breasts, mouthing at them like a starving man.

His hands pushed up your skirt and he hoisted you onto the desk, falling to his knees and plunging his face between your thighs, lapping at your heated center.

You fell back against the desk onto your elbows, watching him work you over, trying to keep your moans quiet but it was so hard when his tongue was doing that.

Your head tipped back, chest heaving as he sucked your clit. “Damn it, Daiki, fuck! Oh god, yes, please, please!”

It didn’t take you long to come, thighs shaking around his head. He didn’t give you time to catch your breath, instead flipping you round, pushing your chest against the desk and his dick into your waiting snatch. “Fuck, you’re so wet, god!”

He thrust hard, pelvis smacking against your ass, fist clenched in your hair and you both groaned.

He came hard, filling you to overflowing and collapsed against you to catch his breath.

“I need to visit you at work more often,” he said.

“I’ll probably have to find a new place of employment given that we were most likely heard,” you complained, working to stand upright.

He gave you a wicked grin. “Don’t worry babe, I got rid of ‘em, sent everyone to an early lunch.”

“How you have so much control over my staff I don’t want to know,” you sighed.

“Hey, why don’t you call it an early day? Your shirt’s fucked, you’re fucked but I’m not done fucking you, not by a long shot,” he said.

You didn’t even bother arguing; what would be the point when you wanted the same thing?

Could I have a Aomine x fem reader scenario? They were on their way to a game an the bus flipped over, causing the reader to hit her head. Then they go to the hospital and she’s in a coma. She wakes a few days later an remembers everything and is more worried about him. Angst to fluff please?

There’s a beeping somewhere in your ears that you can’t explain. The dream–nightmare really– of falling finally whites out as your eyes blink open, weary against the glare of fluorescent lights above your head. You close your eyes against the throb in your head and take a deep breath of pure oxygen. It burns a little but you’re thankful to be alive.

You want to get up, want to find the team and check on them but your whole body hurts and unhooking your IV seems ill-advised.

A nurse enters, give a soft smile as she approaches the bed. “Hello there, good to have you back with us,” she says.

You nod, pull the mask off your face and ask, “How… how’s everyone?”

She purses her lips. “Everyone survived but they’re all heavily injured,” she advises.

You take a deep breath of relief. You swallow against the dryness in your throat and she helps you take a drink. “Can I… can I see Aomine Daiki?”

“Right here babe,” a deep voice says.

You look up, tears stinging your eyes to see him standing. The last you remembered of him he was covered in blood and unconscious on the ground and you were terrified he was dead.

“I… I’m so glad… you’re ok,” you gasp out, trying to hold your sobs but failing.

He hobbles to the bedside, leans down and presses his lips gingerly to yours. It makes you want to cry more; he’s never been this tender.

“Everything’s gonna be ok, alright? You just focus on gettin’ better,” he says, forehead pressed against yours.

“I love you, Daiki,” you whisper.

He nods, kisses you again. “Love you too,” he returns.

is it okay to request now? how about nsfw of aomine daiki and gf fight over something but after several times later, Daiki (for the first time) admitted that all is his fault. make up sex pls? thanks

Aomine leans his head against the back of the couch, slouched down and brooding. That had been one hell of a fight. He can’t remember a time before now where it had been so bad. Both of you shouting, yelling terrible, hurtful things you didn’t mean; at least he didn’t, he wasn’t so sure about you.

He shakes his head. No, there was no way you meant any of that, or maybe just some of it, but not the deep shit. You’re just… angry. So, so angry.

And he doesn’t want you angry, not like this.

He sighs, carding a hand through his hair. How can he fixed this? Is it even fixable?

The sound of water hit his consciousness; you’re taking a shower. Immediately images of you fill his mind; wet and slick, soft and warm. He groans low in the back of his throat, a mixed sound of frustration and arousal because of course he’d get hard now when there was literally no chance whatsoever of you doing anything about it.

But that idea leads to another and he sits up, semi-hard but contemplating… yes… maybe… maybe that could work…

He stands, makes his way to the bedroom and hurriedly shoves all the dirty clothes on the floor into an already overfilled hamper which gets stuffed into the closet whose door he slides shut.

He straightens then smooths the bed sheets, pulls out half burned candles and lights them. No music, that’s too much, but maybe-

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Your voice has him spinning round on his heel. There you are, wrapped in a towel, your hair soaked, one hand on your hip. You’re still angry, but there’s a spark of curiosity in your eyes and that’s something he can work with.

“Lay down,” he says pointing to the bed.

You shake your head, make way to the closet. “Thanks but no, I still can’t stand to look at you. I’m gonna stay with Satsuki tonight.”

Aomine is there in a flash, holding shut the door keeping back the avalanche of crap he knows will rain down if you open it.

“What the fuck Dai-” you snap but he cuts you off with a kiss, his strong arm wrapping around your shoulders.

You push back, losing the towel in the process, the heat of your bare chest pressing against his own. “Get off me, Aho! I don’t want-”

He grabs your chin between his fingers, hard enough to stop you but not to bruise. “I’m sorry,” he grunts.

“Idiot, I know you’re not really, you still don’t even know why I’m so pissed at you!”

His hands clasp your shoulders, thumbs rubbing over the skin. You stare at each other for what feels like forever and then he kneels to the ground.

“Daiki, what are you doing?” you ask, voice quieter.

His hands slide up the backs of your legs to your ass which he grabs palms full of. Before you can chastise him he looks up and says, “I’m not good with words.” He leans forward, licks your slit from base to the tip of your clit making you moan despite yourself. “So I’ll use my mouth in another way to make it up to you.”

Still you push against his shoulder and he complies, pulling back to look up at you once more. “This isn’t how you settle an argument and I’m not giving you anything in return.”

Aomine grits his teeth, swallows vitriol. “This isn’t to settle or win. Plus, you don’t have to do anything for me.”

See how sorry I am?

Your eyes meet again. He seems sincere, really willing to set aside not only his pride– partially at least– but his own pleasure.

Finally, you nod. “You better do a thorough job,” you say, walking past him to lie on the bed.

He smirks, moving between your spread legs. “When have I ever not?”

Well, you can’t really argue with that.

Aomine – If I can’t have you…

ASK: slight aomomo scenario when she says “It hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _____.” (aomine just loves momoi’s best friend (reader) ) thanks Jade!

Aomine’s shoulders ached with a tenseness he hadn’t felt in a long time; he was nervous. His foot bounced under the table, knee jostling the cup of coffee he didn’t even want. With a huff, he grabbed it, stood and chucked it in the trash. No sense in making his stomach more upset.

The chime of the bell above the door to the cafe he sat in drew his attention to it and he felt his throat clench; there she was.

Her eyes found his quickly but the smile she sent was strained; was this even a good idea? Within he shook his head. This was his best friend he was looking at, the person who’d stood by him through so much shit of his own making he wondered at her sanity sometimes. No matter the result of this meeting, he had to see things through.

He owed her that much.

Awkwardly he stood, unsure if he should hug her but she saved him the trouble by patting his back as she walked to the vacant chair across from his own and sat. He followed suit, retaking his seat, hands clenching together on the table top. He hated vulnerability but she’d always been able to read him like a book anyway, so he might as well not add to his plight by working to keep a facade they both knew would crumble anyway.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, both uncertain where or even how to start.

“You look…nice,” Aomine tried, unsure of the words as soon as they left his mouth.

Satsuki smiled again, a delicate blush on her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

And then the silence returned.

Finally Aomine took a breath and began, “Look, Satsuki, I don’t know what-”

“It’s not your fault, it’s me, Daiki,” she interrupted.

He fell quiet, trying to be patient, trying to give her the time she needed to say what she’d come here to say. Finally she inhaled deeply, but kept her eyes on the table, unable to meet his as she confessed, “It just…it hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _______.”

Aomine’s chest burned, his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage. What was he supposed to say to that? She went on hurriedly, “Which is, of course, not your fault. You can’t help how you feel, I just…I couldn’t stay and watch. It hurt too much.”

“And what about me? What about _____? You think it didn’t hurt us when you just fucking disappeared?” Aomine tried to keep the anger out of his voice but as usual he couldn’t manage but be anything except brutally honest.

Satsuki took in a shaky breath and forced herself to look him in the eye. “I know it was wrong but I just…I had to be selfish. I had to get away because there was no way I could watch the boy – the man – I’d fallen in love with love someone else.” She stood, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. “I’d hope time away would dull the pain but seeing you-”

She cut herself off with a choked sob, tucking her chin down and running to the door. Aomine watched her go, every ounce of him screaming to give chase, but he knew it would be fruitless. Just as he couldn’t help how he felt about the two most important women in his life, he knew Satsuki couldn’t help how she felt about him and forcing her to stay would just make everyone more miserable.

With a grunt, he stood, took one last look at the cafe that had been their safe haven and walked out, never to return again.

Aomine – Notice Me

ASK: Ohhh~ Interesting! How about some Aomine with “I’ve loved you my whole life and I’ve waited for you to notice” thanks~

“Do you think maybe Kuroko-kun will be there this weekend?”

Aomine’s brow furrowed. “Why does it matter?”

You frowned in return both at the question and his tone. “Um, because I want to see him?”

“Why are you always talking about him?”

Aomine’s question, snapped in obvious and completely unwarranted irritation, made you stop walking. He stopped as well but didn’t turn around, his shoulders hunched and hands pushed deep in the pockets of his large puffy coat. You weren’t sure what to say.

The silence must have gotten to him because he was speaking again over his shoulder, still refusing to look at you. “I’m just tired of hearing about another guy from you, especially him.”

“Why?” One simple word, but so full of weight.

He turned, lips tight and eyes burning into yours. Finally he took a deep breath. “Because I’ve loved you my whole life and I’ve waited for you to notice. But,” he snickered mirthlessly, “leave it to me to fall for the only person who’s looking at the shadow.”

Then he walked away, leaving you stunned on the sidewalk.

Can I asked about Kagami (being dare by others) to flirt with a lady at pool and he accept it. All of them shock because he make out with her (they dare him because some of them try to flirt but the lady don’t bother to respond them). Turn out they are actually an item (others are so shock when the cat is out from the bag). Timeline during gathering with other school colleges au or work au.

baesketballers:

Quick one!

Female!Reader

Aomine should’ve known that something was wrong the second Kagami puts on that poker face when he told him the dare—he’d usually sputter and blush at ithe command. Go pick up that pretty lady over there, he said, it would be fun, he said. It’s a spring party after all, a little bit of spicy won’t hurt.

Right?

Aomine can only gawk at the sight of the idiot redhead, his hand at the back of your neck, lips dancing with yours ever so salaciously. Did he just use tongue? The buoyant sounds of fellow pool party attendants seem to be mocking Aomine, his slack jaw, and the conflicting shock versus turned-on emotions overcoming him, and through the crowd, it’s as if Aomine can hear the sound of your smooching.

To be fair, though, the other Miracles look pretty shook as well—except for Akashi and Kuroko, for obvious reasons, the former even having a slight smirk on his face. Even Murasakibara’s eyes are wide.

“Is he making out with her?” Kise shrieks, his shrill voice not doing much amidst the loud pop song the DJ picked. Aomine inches away from the blonde slightly when he notices the drink in his hand threatening to spill. Murasakibara seems to have recovered from the initial surprise because he continues chewing some food, while the rest look on the scene, half out of shock and half… just for the pure enjoyment of it.

Finally the two of you pull away, looking absolutely kissed, lips red and swollen, cheeks rosy. They can see Kagami whispering something to you, and the next thing they know, you’re looking over at them with a sweet smile—one that says ‘I know you all’.

And then you link your arm with your boyfriend’s, walking almost precariously on the edge of the swimming pool so as to not have one of the drunk seniors lean over and push all of you into the water. Aomine observes as you, with those beautiful legs, saunter over to the group, smiling charmingly now.

“Hi,” you say casually, and a whole chorus of unique ‘hello’s reply to you. “I know who you guys are. Kagami-kun here,” you mention, tugging at him lovingly, “talks about you guys all the time.”

Kagami looks over at Aomine, completely acknowledging the latter’s why-does-he-have-such-a-hot-girlfriend look, and smirks smugly, pulling you closer to him and draping an arm around your shoulder. Aomine rolls his eyes, hands in his pockets feigning disinterest, but the pout on his lips that he fails to mask tells it all.

That bastard.

Aomine Daiki: Double Trouble

Ask: Aomine scenario when he visits his parents during christmas with his wife and give them gifts, when his mom opens the gift, it’s a pair of tiny socks and a cute onesie. you know what I mean.. thanks 😉

I’m so sorry this is so, so, so late! I really hope you still enjoy it!

“Daiki! _______! It’s so good to see you!” Aomine’s mother hugs you tightly, then turns to her son smacking his chest. “Why did it take you so long to get out here?”

Aomine scowls though the look is less fearsome than usual. “It’s like I told you mom, I had training and _______’s work was being a bitch and-”

“Daiki! Language! Now, let’s get you inside and warmed up. It’s still so cold!”

Fluttering and twittering away, she leads the two of you into the house which smells of gingerbread and something stewed. You feel terrible that three holidays have passed without your presence to help celebrate but it’s as Daiki said and sometimes obligations just can’t be moved.

“Welcome home son,” his dad says extending a hand to shake after he pecks your cheek.

“Thanks pop,” Daiki sighs flopping onto the couch. As you sit next to him, he draws you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. The overt affection is not lost on Aomine senior but before he can question it, Daiki’s mother re-enters the room with cups of hot coffee.

It smells heavenly and you savor the scent before setting down the cup.

“Aren’t you going to have a drink?” she asks.

“Oh, it’s…still a tad too hot,” you supply quickly.

Across from you, you see Daiki’s father quirk up an eyebrow, a sly smile beginning to play over his lips but he hides it behind his own sip of coffee.

“So, how have you been – other than busy?”

Your attention returns to Daiki’s mother whose taken up residence on your right side. “Um, Daiki got the promotion he was working towards,” you reply.

“That’s wonderful! So does that mean I’ll finally get those grandchildren I’ve been begging for?” she asks excitedly.

“Funny you should mention that-” Daiki mutters but your elbow in his stomach stops him from going on.

“What was that?” His mother never misses anything.

You go to stand but Daiki’s hand on your thigh stops you. “I’ll get it,” he says, standing to move to the foyer where you left your bags. When he returns he has a wrapped box which he hands to his mother. “Merry Christmas, Mom, sorry it’s so late.”

She smiles up at him, patting the couch and he sits before she tears open her present. Pulling away the tissue paper she squeals in delight at the sight of two sets of onesies and tiny socks. On her other side, you watch Daiki’s eyes widen before looking up at you.

His mother sees the expression gasping out, “Don’t tell me you didn’t tell him until now, too?”

You shake your head but as your lips part to answer Daiki’s already speaking. “She didn’t tell me there’s two.”

aomine scenario when his wife cries after he comes home from work because she missed him (he just left her for several hours to go to work but still she’s pregnant and has mood swings lol) she wants to cuddle and wants him to rubbing her tummy? ah thanks

terriblesportsimagines:

Yay cuddles! Posting this makes me feel better about the Aomine angst I wrote for a later ask today~

Aomine Daiki

“Are you kidding me?” Aomine growled the moment he stepped
through the door and you came flying at him, your face awash in tears.

He tried to remind himself that this was a side effect of
the hormones, that you weren’t really this needy and clingy, that he
just had to be patient with you. He didn’t want to think about how you
would react to being snapped at. Thus, even though he was tired and a
little cranky, he set down his things and took you into his arms.

“Daiki…” You murmured, pressing your face into his chest as
your arms cinched around his waist. “I’m sorry… I Just-everything-”

Aomine clicked his tongue, cutting you off. “Never
mind that,” he said, voice a little impatient. “You got pregnancy brain
or some shit right? You’re the one carrying our brat, the least I could
do is listen to you bawl.”

The offhand comments broke your teary hysteria. You
snorted, shoulders shaking with laughter that seemed to come out of
nowhere. “Don’t call our baby a brat, you jerk,” you complained, lifting
your head to present your face for a kiss.

Aomine obliged, bending to kiss you softly. “It’s your
kid, course it’s gonna be a brat.”

You burst into giggles, your eyes clearing completely.
“Yeah right! You mean it’s your kid. You’re the brat here.”

Relieved that you seemed to be doing better already, Aomine
gave you a haughty look. “You married me, what does that say?”

Your expression turned soft, and Aomine felt something in
his gut twist, just like it always did when you looked at him like that.
He loved when you did, but it always made him feel embarrassed and had his ears
burning. Every time.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he grunted, lips twisting.

You were unaffected by his grump and smiled. “Cuddle
with me? Baby needs his daddy.”

Truthfully, he was hungry and wanted to take a shower, but
it wasn’t like he could actually say no to you. You were going through a
lot of pain and suffering to bring his kid into the world and he loved you for
it. It was a small price to pay.

Stooping a little, he swung you up into his arms and
wandered into the living room. You squeaked, blushing a little, which
made him laugh. It was good he could still get these kinds of faces out
of you, despite years of being together. “D-Daiki! I’m heavy…”

“Oya?” He replied in a drawl. “News to me.”

Your flush darkened and he grinned, even as he set you both
down on the couch. Positioning you between his knees with your back
against his chest, he picked up the remote and turned on the tv, flipping it to
some stupid game show he knew you liked. Then, setting his chin on your
shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you and placed his hands over your swollen
belly.

The baby kicked heavily against his hands and Aomine felt
something settle deep inside him. “Mn, maybe it’s mine after all.”

I died, this is sooooo cute AND you kept him so in character! Well, done!

baesketballers:

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i. date ft. aomine daiki

Initial dates would probably be in the form of study dates (he thinks this is sooo lame and super embarrassed because you’ll think he’s so dumb), so you’ll meet up in libraries or cafes, but Aomine gradually changes his mind because any time spent with you turns out to be a great time.

Expect impromptu trips to Maji

If you’re comfortable with physical activities: bicycle dates or basketball dates. He’ll teach you if you have no idea how to!

When the two of you are more comfortable with each other, he’ll ask you to come over or vice versa and the two of you can play a video game or two.

Summertime calls for visits to the amusement parks! He generally is alright with it but your excitement and the smile on your face makes it extra extra worth it for him. Imagine him winning stuff for you by playing the games…

Believe it or not, Aomine is secretly insecure of himself and he really doesn’t want to scare you off. When you’re totally opened up to him and he to you, expect dates when the two of you are basically just lounging around and being lazy in each other’s homes. Watching TV shows, eating pizza, playing obscene card games, and… well, do other things.

This is so cute! As much an Aomine can be a little too rough around the edges (or all the way through depending on the situation) I can totally see him being like this!

This was a great series and I really hope you do it again some time!

AHHHHH I LOVED THE BABY AKASHI SCENARIO SO MUCH. CAN I GET A SCENARIO WHERE ALL THE GOM AND EVEN KAGAMIS KIDS MEET AND HAVE A PLAY DATE WHERE THE DADS ARE SUPERVISING AND HOW THEY INTERACT. ALSO PLEASE MAKE AOMINE MARRY MOMOI IF POSSIBLE. THANKS <3

terriblesportsimagines:

Okay, so I’m posting this today, even though I just wrote it and I never do that, because it’s pure gold and I adore it.

Keep in mind that I don’t have kids, so I 100% don’t know what they actually sound like. That’s why I’ve kept the ages ambiguous. They probably still sound too old, but
¯_(ツ)_/¯

For convenience, I’ve named them all. Also, they probably have more kids, but these are the only ones here, because eight is still too many!

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This is amazing!