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.