Kurobasweek Day 07: Free Day – “Free Throw”

AU: What if the
Generation of Miracles met before junior high?

“Yes!” Aomine shouts
when another shot makes it in. He dribbles the ball making moves as though to
pass invisible opponents when he’s surprised to actually knock into something
solid. A startled gasp followed by a low groan alerts him to the fact whoever he
ran into is now on the ground. Looking down, he’s surprised to see a shock of
blue hair followed by bright blue eyes when the boy he knocked over looks up at
him.

“Oi, sorry ‘bout that,”
Aomine says with a sheepish grin, “I didn’t see you.” He extends a tanned hand
which is taken by the smaller boy.

“It’s ok, that happens
to me all the time,” he replies as he stands.

Aomine is confused on
how someone who was literally right in front of him could just disappear but he
opts to forgo further investigation in favor of recruiting a player so he’s not
alone. “Well, since you’re here anyway, wanna play?” he asks tossing the ball
in his hand up and catching it on the tip of his finger.

The smaller boy nods
softly. “Great!” Aomine exclaims, then almost as an afterthought asks, “What’s
your name?”

“Kuroko Tetsuya,” is the
reply.

Aomine sticks out his
hand again, shaking the other’s. “Nice to meet you, I’m Aomine Daiki!”

The two play a bit of
one on one though Kuroko struggles to do anything even remotely right. But
instead of being frustrated, Aomine finds himself welcoming the challenge of
teaching someone something. As Kuroko takes another shot that hits the rim
sending the ball backwards to the other end of court, Aomine instructs, “Ok,
you need to hold the ball a bit different. I think you’re putting too much spin
on it.”

Kuroko nods and is about
to turn to retrieve the ball when both boys are startled by it sailing over
their heads and clearing through the hoop with a faint whoosh. Turning around, their eyes land on a green haired
bespectacled boy who’s just as tall as Aomine.

“Wait a second,” the
dark blue haired boy says, “did you make that shot from there?”

The boy nods and Aomine
rushes to him. “That was awesome! Do you want to play?”

At first it looks like
the newcomer is going to decline but the slight gleam in his eyes gives away
the fact that he really does want to join in. So, he nods in affirmation,
following Aomine back to the free throw line where he introduces himself:
Midorima Shintaro.

“Maybe you can help this
guy,” Aomine says flicking a thumb towards Kuroko.

“I highly doubt it,”
mumbles Midorima.

“Hey! Do you guys need
another player?” a shrill voice cries out.

The three on the court
turn their heads bringing into their line of sight an enthusiastic looking
blonde gripping the chain-link fence set around the basketball courts.

“Yeah!” Aomine responds
with a flick of his wrist.

The boy lets loose a
yelp of happiness, rushing to the gate and over to where they stand.

“I’m Kise Ryouta, what
are your names?” he asks excitedly.

After introductions,
it’s decided to have Aomine and Kuroko play against Kise and Midorima. The game
is a bit one sided to the half of the blonde and green haired boys, mostly
because Kuroko has a really hard time keeping up with the running. But Aomine
doesn’t really care since he finally has some people to play with.

Eventually the quad of
boys decides to take a break, mostly so Kuroko can catch his breath.

“Sorry,” he pants
heavily, wiping sweat from his brow, “I just don’t have a lot of stamina.”

“It’s fine,” Aomine says
quickly, “we’re just having fun you know?”

“Care to add two more to
your game?” a voice says from behind.

The four players look
over their shoulders, eyes widening a bit at the sight of a huge purple haired boy standing next to
a shorter red head. It must have been the latter who spoke since the former’s
mouth is full of chips that he crunches.

“Sure,” Aomine answers
standing up. “Who are you guys?”

“I’m Akashi Seijuro and
this is Murasakibara Atsushi, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance…”

“Aomine,” he replies
pointing to the other boys as he introduces them.

Akashi smiles softly,
looking up at his tall companion. “Come on, Murasakibara, put down your chips
and let’s play.”

The purple giant
grumbles but does as instructed, brushing crumbs from his t-shirt as he walks
onto the court. He joins Kise and Midorima while Akashi is with Kuroko and
Aomine. With another player able to score on their team, the blue haired boys
start to close the gap in points between themselves and their opponents.

Akashi, after watching
Kuroko for a while, calls a time out and draws him aside. “Kuroko, I think it
would be better if you focused on passing more. Dribbling is not your strong
suit and your shots are making it harder for us because we have to get their
rebounds,” he says but with a gentleness that takes the sting out of the truth
of his words. Kuroko nods feebly, heading back to where the rest of the boys
stand waiting for them.

After the first pass, he
feels his heart lighten up a bit; he just may be good at something after all.

The six boys play until
almost sun down, each promising to return the following Saturday to play again
and bring someone else if they can so it can be more like a real game. As
Aomine makes his way home, his smile is bright and wide. He really loves this
game and it’s been a lot of fun getting to play with other boys who, while
maybe are not as good as him, take away the loneliness of playing by himself.

He thinks as he bounces
the ball in his hand, “I hope we all end
up at the same school in junior high, we could really dominate if we do!”

Kurobasweek Day 06: Memories – “Many Times Over”

I took a different interpretation
of this day and focused on the families of the main boys.

It wasn’t often the generation of
miracle’s parents were able to make it to their games but for their first
championship they all did their best to be present.

Aomine’s dad smiles proudly
watching his son score point after point, seemingly with little need of help
from his team mates; he has enough talent to do this on his own. But his smile
fades away as the reason his son is this way dawn on him; he’s almost always
alone. Ever since his mother passed, Aomine’s been left to his own devices
because his dad simply can’t be there due to work. Watching him now, he’s happy
to see that he has friends on who he can rely but a nagging feeling in gut
tells him, this joy is not going to last.

Kise’s mom and sisters cheer loudly
next to him, their shrill voices carrying through the din of shouts and
exultations for each team to do their best. His mother winces when he takes an
elbow to the shoulder while getting a rebound, part of wishing Kise had just
stuck to modeling where it was safe. His sisters remember the fun they had
teasing him while they were growing up, making him play dress up with them. He
doesn’t have time anymore for mall crawls and fashion talks, constantly
obsessing over “beating Aomine-cchi”. The three women remember and miss the
childlike innocence Kise possessed before joining this team. It’s still there,
but it’s growing dimmer.

Midorima’s mother and father are
busy people, but his sister whined something fierce about coming to this game
and they couldn’t deny it was important to Midorima’s formative years to have
support from them in something he so enjoys. At least, they think he enjoys it;
it’s always so hard to tell with their stoic son. Shot after shot is made, both
amazed at how far he can stand from the hoop and score. When her son receives a
pat on the back from his captain, Midorima’s mother leans to his father and
says, “Do you remember the struggle we had just to get him to talk to other kids? Look at him now!”
His father nods, pleased to see his son assimilating so well amongst his peers
but he can’t help wondering if something so simple will remain so. Somehow, he
doubts it but doesn’t voice his apprehension.

Murasakibara’s entire family has turned out to watch the youngest
of their brood play in his first championship game. It’s odd to them to see the
normally laziest member of themselves playing such a high energy sport but he’s
doing well, both in defense and offense. “Remember when we couldn’t even get
him out of bed on time for school?” one of his brother’s comments, “Now he’s
actually running!” They all nod, varying degrees of smiles on their faces.
“It’s so nice to see him passionate about something,” his mother coos. She
misses the frustrated look on her son’s face, the tightening of his jaw as he
watches the other team continue to struggle in vain. She doesn’t understand;
he’s not passionate he’s talented and that will lead to his arrogance growing
until these moments of seeming happiness are nothing but a memory.

Akashi doesn’t have to look to the crowd to know his father isn’t
here. He has no interest in his son’s extra circular activity, has no words of
encouragement or praise to offer to his son who has assumed position of
captain. So he pictures his mother, remembers her smile the first time she gave
him a basketball and urged him to “go have fun”. It’s a bittersweet memory but
one he cherishes nonetheless. It floats away to return to the back of his mind,
a comforting blanket he uses in secret whenever he feels the need for
validation.

Kuroko looks up from the bench, able to spot his mom quickly and
sends her a discrete wave before turning his attention back to the court. She
clenches her hands together, anxiety rolling in her stomach. She isn’t naïve to
her son’s struggles with stamina and talent when it comes to this game, which
is why she was so surprised when he announced he’d made it to first string.
Despite her pride in how far he’s comes, she can’t help worrying that maybe he
isn’t ready for it. But as he takes to the court and dominates the passing
game, her eyes grow wide, tears brimming their rims as she watches him excel. All her doubts melt away and she stands up
cheering for him loudly making all the spectators around her wonder who she’s
calling out to, but she doesn’t care. She
can see her son clearly and while he may be called a shadow, he’s the light of
her life.

So fourth day is about victory, rite? I thought myb putting in other victories in their life like their biggest achievement, their first job, their first love, their wedding day and so on and on and when they look at it they start pitying the narrow view of victory they had in their teens

Day 04: Victory – “We’ll Become The Best”

Thank you for the suggestion anon! I loved the
interpretation of this theme and really hope you like what I came up with based
off your idea!

Victory

1: the overcoming of
an enemy or antagonist

2: achievement of
mastery or success in a struggle or endeavor against odds or difficulties

Kuroko smiles warmly, sincere joy on his face as he stares
down at his new born son; he has his father’s eyes which are wide open and full
of curiosity. Nuzzling his nose, father whispers to son, “I don’t know what I’m
doing but I promise to become the best father I can be for you.”

Kise takes a deep breath working to calm his nerves. He’s
never had stage fright or performance anxiety, always overtly confident in
everything he’s ever done. But as he slips the small velvet box open and shut
one last time he feels his heart racing; this isn’t a game, it isn’t a stage
and there’s no one to copy.

He’s all on his own.

The night goes off perfectly and as he takes a knee before
the woman who’s captured his heart for good he says through tears of his own, “I’ll
never stop working to be the best husband for you, if you’ll have me.”

Midorima has always known the value of hard work. Natural
talent helps but it can only take you so far. That’s why he never stopped
practicing even when everyone else did, why he always to this day makes sure to
have his lucky item so he can say he’s literally done everything he can to
succeed. As he grips his doctorate, a wealth of new ambition surges through his
chest and he knows without doubt that hard work and dedication will lead him to
become the best heart surgeon in the country.

Aomine has trouble remembering joy, that deep seated feeling
of happiness outside of circumstances. It’s been so long since its touched his
life. But now, looking at dozens of hope, fear and excitement filled young
faces, he remembers the elation he felt the first time he touched a basketball.
“Consider yourselves lucky brats,” he announces after roll call, “Cause you’re
gonna be working with the best coach you’ll ever have!”

Akashi understands pressure, more so than most people his
age. He had to grow up quickly and for the most part, alone. He pushed down
feels of inferiority exerting his will to dominate things which for normal
people would be out of their control. But even he couldn’t avoid a fall of ill
fate forever. But now, having regained the part of himself he lost, he
understands that adversity (and failure) is something to be appreciated, because
through them one’s character can grow. So when he found himself wishing he’d
had someone to remind him of that while growing up, it set him on a new path in
life for good. And as he stands before a
line of boys who’ve suffered the same loss as himself, he takes a deep breath,
internally vowing, “I will be the best
group therapist there is.”

Murasakibara surprises everyone when he leaves Japan after
high school and heads of to France. When asked about his choice in destination,
he replied simply, “It’s where the best pastries are.” Eventually he falls into
culinary school only to drop out and start working at a local pastry shop to
learn from a true master who takes him under his wing. His appearance garners a
wealth of attention which drives the sales through the roof pretty much sealing
his fate as a well-known apprentice. Now completed with his training, he
returns to his home country, and for the first time in his life truly has something
he’s passionate about. “I’m going to become the best and most well-known pastry
chef in Japan,” he affirms to Himuro.

The generation of miracles stand together in a large park,
Kuroko smiling as Kise’s fiancé holds his blued eyed baby boy cooing at him and
making him giggle.

“Looks like I know what’s next for you, Kise-kun,” he
teases.

Kises laughs, a light blush coming on his cheeks. “Kuroko-cchi!
Not so loud! You’re gonna give her ideas!”

“I think the idea is already planted,” Akashi remarks with a
small smile. He casts his eyes to the basketball court, pleased to see his
group of boys getting along so well with the few from Aomine’s team that happened
to be at the park today, all of them getting coached by the former ace of Too.

“It’s weird to see Mine-chin with kids,” Murasakibara
comments.

The rest of the groups nods as

Midorima

replies, “He only
does so well because Momoi-san still keeps him in line. Those two are attached
at the hip I believe.”

“Well, they will be if Aomine-cchi ever gets his act together
and proposes! The poor thing’s been waiting forever,” whines Kise.

A rough shout of, “Hey!” calls all their attention. Walking
over and down the crest of a hill comes Kagami, fresh from America on a break
during the off season. He reaches the group, extending proper greetings to them
all before sending a wave to Aomine who pretends to ignore him.

“Still an ass, I see,” mutters the basketball star.

“Aomine-kun is Aomine-kun,” Kuroko sighs taking back his son
to pass him to his best friend. “So you did it,” he continues, watching as
Kagami attempts to hold the baby comfortably and failing miserably.

As he returns him to his father, Kagami asks, “Did what?”

“You became the best.”

Looking around the group of faces, knowing where each of
them has ended up, Kagami splutters with a red face, “We all did, just in…different
ways.”

[Songfic Event] Heard it Through the Grapevine (Candice Glover version) feat. COP!AOMINE x FEM!SO. Mild angst due to some misunderstanding; fluffy ending please. Up to your discretion whether to include an NSFW component somewhere. Thanks & congratulations!

Thank you for the congratulations and the request! Officer
Aomine is a popular one! I don’t think I followed the letter of the song
entirely because the rumor part is so small but I feel good about what I came
up with and think it is within the spirit of the song. If it’s so off the mark
you want me to try again, please let me know, but I hope you enjoy this!

Heard It Through The Grapevine – cover by Candice Glover – Aomine

“Who was that woman I saw with Aomine?”

“The one with the pink hair? I have no idea! Maybe an old
girlfriend?”

“Or a new one if the rumors about him are true. Really, I
thought he’d turned over a new leaf since marrying his wife but I guess people
never really change.”

“It’s just a shame because she’s so sweet…”

The voices of the two women fade to white noise as you hold
a shaking coffee cup in your hand. Thanks to the high backs of the booth in the
diner, they’d no idea you were able to hear their conversation. Not that you
were one to listen in on other people, but being alone you had nothing to
distract you and hearing your husband’s name of course caught your attention.
Now, you weren’t sure if you were glad to hear this or not. The phrase “ignorance
is bliss” wasn’t coined for no good reason.

They rise and walk out, still not noticing that one of the
subjects of their gossip is sitting with tears rolling down her face as they
continue their mindless chatter.

You sit there for a long time, staring into space as you go
over the last couple months in your mind. Daiki has been busy, picking up
extra shifts (or so he says) because he wants to make sergeant and with the
heavy competition within the department he needs to put in all the work he can.

But now you’re second guessing him, wondering if perhaps he’s
been lying to you this whole time. When you started dating Aomine after
college, some catty girls who never got past high school warned you that he
wouldn’t be faithful, that his sex drive was too high for one woman to satisfy.
Granted, you knew Aomine was a considerable horn dog, but it was just in his
nature being an alpha male. One year into the academy, he was working his ass
off to earn his stripes. When they’d tried to tell you more, you’d stopped
them. Regardless of how he was in the past, Aomine for the most part treated
you with respect and really cared about you.

So you continued dating for two years and at his graduation
from the academy he proposed.

That was five years ago and you’d never been happier; until
now.

You shake your head, standing up and tossing a tip on the
table as you make your way outside. It’s raining, but you can be bothered with
your umbrella. In times of reflection, you’ve found it soothing to walk beneath
the patter of water, symbolically cleansing your mind so you can think more
clearly. But the pounding of the drops and the claps of thunder only add to the
turmoil burning in your soul. It increases tenfold when you reach the substation
only to see your husband with his arms wrapped around a woman with pink hair
who, when she turns, you can see is pregnant.

A startled cry escapes your lips, but is drowned in the
sound of the downpour. You whole body is shaking, not from cold but from anger
and sadness; how could he be so blatant about his betrayal, standing in front
of the very place where all your friends reside because everyone knows a cop’s
life, and that of his wife, is so centered around their job there is no getting
away from it.

In a blind fury, you race away into the night, stumbling on
the slick ground where you cut up your knees pretty badly but you don’t feel
it, not with the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. You don’t know
how long you run, but it feels like forever. By the time you stop, you’re
somewhere you don’t recognize and realize with horror that when you fell you’d
dropped your purse which held your cell phone.

Crouching under a stairwell, body trembling from the cold, you
settle your head against your knees and cry until your eyes hold no more
tears. Time passes by slowly and you know you should get up and go home but you
simply don’t have the energy to try, don’t have the guts to face Daiki and what
he’s done. Was that why they were at the station? To show off what you struggled
to give him? Doesn’t he understand how much you love him? How much you were
willing to give up for him?

Drifting in and out of sleepy consciousness, your head
settles against the bricks behind you. Eventually, you fall prey to the lull of
sleep, body soaked to the bone and just not caring what happens to you anymore.

Warmth surrounds you and you wonder if you’ve left the
earthly plane for another. As you rouse, trying to open your eyes, you hear a
voice calling your name. It’s gravelly, laced with what seems to be pain and
worry but it can’t be who you think it is because he never shows those
emotions, never allows himself to appear weak in front of anyone, including
you.

But when you open your eyes, it’s to find Daiki leaning over
you, his hand holding one of yours while his other strokes the top of your
head. When you reach a full state of consciousness, you see his brow furrow and
there’s your Daiki.

“________, what the hell were you thinking? Do you know how
worried I was?”

“Officer Aomine, please-“begins the doctor but there’s no
stopping your husband once he gets going.

“I thought you were dead! And you could have been, you know,
with where they found you! Thank god Izuki has that damn eagle like vision
otherwise there’s no telling how long it could have been before you were found!”

Struggling to find your voice, you finally croak out, “What
do you care? You’ve got someone else now anyway.”

His body goes completely still, face the picture of shocked incredulity.
“What did you just say?” he says darkly.

You cough, taking a sip of water to coat your dry throat
before asking, “Why…why didn’t you tell me, you were so unhappy? Why did you have
to betray me like that?”

Aomine’s anger melts away to full blown confusion. He takes
your hand, squeezing it so you can’t let go and bores his gaze into your eyes. “I
have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, so either you’re delirious from
your fever or someone has been filling your head with absolute bullshit!”

“I saw you with her, Daiki!” you shout suddenly and the
whole room stills in the wake of your revelation.

Aomine wracks his brain, trying desperately to make sense of
what you’re saying. Then, as comprehension dawns, he starts to chuckle. Then he’s
doubled over in laughter, eyes watering. Your hands clench in tight fists and you
wish you had the strength to slug him a good one.

He works to compose himself quickly, wiping his eyes before
looking back into yours. Cupping your face with his large hands, the feel of
him hot against your skin, he says, “The “her” you’re referring to is one of my
oldest friends, Satsuki Kuroko.”

“Your…friend?” you ask weakly.

He nods, kissing your forehead and murmuring against your
skin, “Yes, my precious idiot. She and I grew up together, went to high school
together. We parted ways in college and she ended up going to the same school
as my best friend, Tetsu. They got married about a year ago and are having a
kid.”

“Well, if that’s true, where was he?” you counter.

“She’s here on business, decided to drop by and surprise me
because she always knows everything about everyone.”

“Why wasn’t she at our wedding if she’s such a good friend?”

“When I told her the date of it, she let me know she couldn’t
make it,” he supplies.

“Daiki, why didn’t you ever tell me about her?”

He shrugs. “I don’t talk about my past because I’m not that
proud of it. We moved on and grew up and have our own lives. But that doesn’t
mean we forgot about each other.” He kisses your lips, seeming to breathe life
back into your soul. “I wasn’t hiding her, she’s just…more of memory now.”

A choked sob pulls from your chest as you fling your arms
around Daiki’s neck. “I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry that I didn’t trust you! That
I worried you over nothing, that I-“

He kisses you again, more hotly, more passionately and you
can’t stop a moan from coming up in your throat. As he pulls away, he nips your
bottom lip. “I’ll forgive you…after giving you a proper punishment when you’re
all better.”

Suddenly, you feel quite warm again, but know it has nothing
to do with your fever.

I heard you’re doing songfics! Could I have one based on TOKiMONSTA’s song Don’t Call me [feat Yuna] with Aomine’s ex(reader) telling him she doesn’t want to speak with him anymore after he cheated on her with Momoi? Sorry for the angst!

No worries on the angst, it makes things interesting. Thanks for a great song choice, I’ve never heard it before! I hope you like this.

Don’t Call Me (feat Yuna) by TOKiMONSTA – Aomine

Shifting your purse, you pick up an item you think would be
perfect for your boyfriend. A wide smile covers your lips as you take it to the
front to pay. From behind, you don’t notice a pair of sapphire eyes watching
you with keen interest. Purchase made, you stroll out of the establishment none
the wiser that you’ve caught some very unwanted attention.

Later in the evening as your preparing dinner your phone
rings. Without looking at the display, you pick up.

“Hello?”

You almost drop it when Aomine’s smooth voice comes over the
line, “Hey y/n, how’s it going?”

Taking a deep breath, you remove the phone from you ear and
hit the END CALL button without saying a word. It rings again immediately,
Aomine’s face flashing across the screen. Didn’t you delete his number?
Unwilling to deal with him, you move to put the phone on silent but since you
don’t want to miss a call or text from your boyfriend opt to block Aomine’s
number.

Don’t call me no more,
no more

Don’t call me

That works for all of five minutes before it’s ringing
again, this time UNKNOWN popping up. Sighing you text your man, telling him to
just come over when he’s done and turn your phone on silent.

By the time he gets there you have ten missed calls and even
more texts from Aomine telling you to answer the phone, that he needs to talk
to you. Rolling your eyes, you delete all the messages and focus on spending
time with the man who actually deserves your time.

Hey, I never thought
this love could go so wrong

And so it did and you
know that I moved on

I never heard from you
for so long

Now I’m glowing up,
you’re blowing up my phone

In his room, Aomine frowns at the screen. He knows he fucked
up royally, has known it for a while but true to his stubborn and prideful
nature has ignored those feelings. But he couldn’t ignore how his heart lurched
at the sight of you today. You looked even more beautiful that he remembered.
The smile on your face reminded him of all the times you given it to him, of
the nights spent with you in bed, of the love you’d poured into him.

In that moment, he missed you like he never had before and in
his arrogance thought it possible you may miss him too. He views your ignoring
him as simply part of the game and Aomine Daiki does not back down from a
challenge.

I know you’re tryna
see if I still care that I miss you

Know you never thought
that I could be this cool

Know you didn’t think
that I could be this cruel

I don’t need to be
mean but I’m just gonna ignore you

The next evening, you’re snuggled up on the couch watching a
movie. A knock at the door has you pausing the film to answer it. But when you
look through the peephole an involuntary gasp escapes your lips; what the hell
is Aomine doing here?

You try to pretend you’re not home but his voice cuts
through the door like a knife. “Y/N, I know you’re there, open the door.”

Sighing, you decide it best to nip this in the bud quickly.
Whipping open the door, you glare up at Aomine, one hand on your hip and the
other on the door ready to slam it in his face, which you do after snapping
out, “Fuck off, Aomine.”

You haven’t taken one step before he’s pounding on the door
again. “Y/N! What the hell?” When you don’t answer he pounds again. “I’m not
going anywhere until you talk to me!”

Funny how when you see
you’re glowing up

Wanna try and make it
up

Suddenly just showing
up

Overcome with anger, you open the door roughly, eyes
flashing. “Talk? You wanna talk?” What
should we talk about first?” You tick off on your fingers as you rant.

“How you started pulling away and wouldn’t talk to me about
what was bothering you?”

Where were you when I
was crying?

Left me on the floor
just dying

“How you ignored my calls and texts while I was on
assignment?”

Can’t come to the
phone, realign

Now you wanna be my
friend but I ain’t buying it

“Oh wait, I know why you didn’t, because you were too busy
fucking that pink-haired twit!”

And I see you found a
new love

And you show it, all
your friends gotta know it

Aomine swallows once, sweat beading on his brow; he’s never
seen you this angry before. He knows it’s for good reason but it’s still
shocking.

“You never appreciated me, Aomine. You never gave a shit
about everything I did for you, all the bull I put up with being your
girlfriend. Honestly, I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.”

I was there to build
you up when everything was a mess

I was dedicated to you

I cared about nothing
but you, but you

He opens his mouth but you put up a hand to stem whatever
inane excuse he plans on spouting. “You know what? It doesn’t matter anymore,
Aomine. Because we’re done. I’m over you, I’ve moved on and I’m not looking
back. So, lose my number, forget where I live and if you see me on the street,
forget you even know me.”

I’ve been there before
so I know when you’re just faking it

I can’t believe I
stayed with you, the pain that I’ve been taking in

“Aomine, what the hell are you doing here?”

Wakamatsu’s voice draws both your and the blue haired male’s
attention away from one another for a moment.

Kosuke’s eyes move to your face, startled to see you looking
so upset. “What’s wrong, y/n?” he asks shouldering past Aomine to grip your
hand.

Shooting your eyes back to Aomine’s face you snap, “Nothing,
this asshole was just leaving.”

Aomine’s fists clench tightly, the desire to deck his former
team mate strong. Wakamatsu sees the flash in his eyes, narrowing his own. “You
heard the lady, dick, get movin’.”

Slamming his fist against the wall, Aomine pivots on his
heel, stomping down the hall and out the doors.

Don’t call me no more,
no more

Don’t call me

Don’t call me no more

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aomine nsfw songfic pls? The song is Skin by Rihanna. Thanks and congrats on your 1000+ followers

-kazuhikonaori said:

Hello dear 😄 could I get Aomine nsfw
scenario when he meet his ex gf at the club (she’s a bartender or a stripper
lol) he’s not get over her yet and still love her. They have make up sex and
getting back together? Thanks

Thank you anon for the request and congratulations!
@kazuhikonaori I hope you don’t mind me combining your ask with this, it just felt like it would fit the song so you helped me out! Thanks!

Skin – By Rihanna – Aomine

Aomine trails his eyes over the crowd. The music is loud,
pulsing against his skin as he saunters through the many bodies grinding up
against one another. He grins, this is definitely his scene.

“See what I mean?” Imayoshi comments, the slits he calls
eyes opening a bit more to take in more of the lovely ladies surrounding them.

“Yeah, nice place,” Aomine replies. He looks up towards the
bar and it’s then that he sees you momentarily making him lose his breath.

“What’s a’matter?” his former captain asks.

“Nothin’,” he responds gruffly. “Gonna get a drink,” he adds
moving forward again.

Imayoshi opens his mouth again to ask him to get him
something too but he sees it’s fruitless, so he turns his attention back to
prowling for a sweet little thing to curl up with for the night. Ok, maybe not just curl.

Your back is turned as Aomine reaches the bar, giving him
the full advantage to scope you out. You look good, better than the last time he saw you. Clad in skin tight
leather pants and a lace corset top just the sight of you makes his mouth
water.

“What’ll you have?” you ask not bothering to turn around.

“Scotch on the rocks,” he answers.

The sound of his voice makes you start. As you turn to face
him, he has a feral grin on his lips. “Then again, I may be thirsty for
something else,” he purrs, eyes trailing up and down your body. “Damn you look
good.”

An involuntary shudder courses over your flesh; Aomine’s
stare makes you feel like you’re standing naked in the throng of people
surrounding you. Snapping back to attention, you plaster a fake smile on your
face. “Scotch, you said? Comin’ right up.”

Aomine frowns as you place the glass before him, grabbing your
wrist to hold you in place. “I need to talk to you, what time are you off?”

“Aomine, I don’t think-“

“Don’t think, just answer the question,” he responds
roughly, taking the shot, downing it and then slamming the glass down on the
wood.

“Midnight,” you reply.

“I’ll be waiting,” he promises, thumb tracing over the pulse
at your wrist before he lets go and disappears into the crowd.

Hours later you’re upstairs in a hotel room with Aomine,
unclear how you managed to get talked into leaving with him. His hands trail
over your body gently, the feel familiar but you can’t let this happen; he
broke your heart and you’re no masochist.

“Aomine, this isn’t happening, I can’t-“

He cuts you off, “I want you.” His lips caress yours, tongue
tracing the edges. “I need you,” he confesses before sealing your protests in
your mouth with his own.

Yanking your head back you breathe out, “Please. You were
the one who left me.”

“I’m a fucking moron.”

The feel of his fingers on the zipper of your top makes you
shudder. “Aomine,” you moan, a groan from his lips vibrating against your neck.

“Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Your top falls away, breasts released to his view and his
touch. There’s fire in your veins, the heat of him clouding your judgement
further. You know this is stupid, so, so stupid but you already know you’re
gonna let it happen. You’ve missed him every day since you parted and it would be
a lie to say you haven’t fantasized about this moment.

“Take off your shirt,” you beg, “I wanna feel your skin
against mine.”

He chuckles low in his chest, releasing you just enough to pull
away and whip it off. Eager fingers tracing over his defined abs and chest make
him sigh in pleasure. You scrape a little with your nails, making him hiss, his
eyes darkening from cobalt to sapphire.

Peeling down your pants, he kisses your thighs as he hits
his knees. “Let’s see if I remember how to make you scream,” he comments,
grabbing handfuls of your ass.

“Not here Aomine, I…I want to feel all of you. It’s been…it’s
been too long,” you stutter against the feel of his tongue against your slit.

“Whatever you want baby girl,” he replies.

His jeans and boxer briefs are gone in one fell swoop. You
stumble to the bed amidst hungry, sloppy kisses, Aomine landing on top of you.
The feel of his naked body against yours makes you tremble with need.

His hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, massaging,
sending every nerve ending into a fever pitch, not to mention his mouth,
sucking and lapping over every inch he can reach. Soon enough you’re short of
breath, head swimming in the haze of pleasure he’s weaving.

“Daiki,” you whisper and his dick hardens even more; it’s
been too long since he heard you say his name.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“Fuck me, please, I need you.”

His only reply is to pull you to your knees, shoving his
cock deep in your heated center.

“Oh god, Daiki, just like that,” you moan as he slams into
you over and over, curses falling from his mouth like water.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight!”

“There’s…there’s been no one since you,” you confess.

His deep moan makes you grin and he doubles his efforts to
bring you to nirvana.

“Harder Daiki, you know how I like it! Oh god, yes, please!”

He’s gripping you so tight you’re sure to have bruises but
you don’t care. You want him to brand you, to leave a literal mark on your
skin, so you know when this is over that it really happened. The sound of
slapping flesh fills the room married with both of you moaning and cursing
loudly.

Reaching between your legs, Aomine caresses your clit, a
scream tearing out of your throat as you come hard around him. It brings about his
own orgasm. You both collapse, Aomine still on top of your back. He pushes
aside your hair to kiss your neck gently and murmurs against your skin, “I love
you.”

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Aomine – Drabble Prompt #12 – “Say it!”

Aomine knows, not too deeply down, in fact, he’s quite sure
he’s being irrational. But no matter how hard he tries he can’t shake the
feeling that something is going on
between you and Kagami. Ever since he introduced the two of you (what possessed
him to do so he’ll never know) you’ve been hanging out more and more, doing
things together that he, quite frankly, doesn’t have any interest in.

At first, it was great. Instead of bugging him to death to
go to a cooking class or volunteer or whatever whim you’d picked up that week
you now had Kagami to drag along with you. And, being the lazy ass he is,
Aomine’s been grateful to have a substitute for those things. But now…now
you’re hanging out at his apartment…alone…when you were supposed to be with
him.

Not that you exactly know
you’re supposed to be with him, because Aomine doesn’t communicate what he
wants very well. He knows this about himself and yet for so long you’ve
intuitively known what he needs or wants that he just got used to you almost
reading his mind. Until you started hanging out with Kagami. It’s not enough
that the red headed bastard beat him at his own game but now it seems like he’s
moving in on another territory of his: you.

His phone is gripped in his hand as he stares at your
number. If he clenches any tighter he’s sure he’ll crack the screen. Taking a
deep breath, he hits your contact to call you.

You answer on the second ring, no doubt concerned because he
almost never calls, opting to text
more often than not. “Hey Daiki-kun,” you say, voice holding a tinge of
confusion, “what’s up?”

“When are you coming home?” he asks without preamble. You’re
surprised again. Usually he just waits until you come home and crawl in bed or
on the couch with him. His tone warns you that he’s upset but you’re not sure
why.

“Um, I don’t know, maybe a couple hours? Kagami-kun and I
just finished dinner and we were going to watch a movie with-“

He doesn’t let you finish, snapping out, “You’ve been over
there all damn day!” Which is Aomine code for, “I miss you, but I won’t admit
it.”

Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart you say,
“Yeah, I know, sorry, time just sort of got away from me. Do…do you want me to
come home?”

“Tch, do whatever the hell you want,” he says bitterly and
hangs up. Throwing his phone against the bed he flops down on it and covers his
face with his hands. That was not how
he’d wanted that to go and yet he allowed his temper to get the best of him
again. He knows he should calm down, he really does want to talk to you when
you get home to try to sort this out but the more he thinks about all the
possibilities of what’s happening at Kagami’s the more and more angry he gets.

Back at Kagami’s you grab your jacket, shrugging it on. Your
friend looks at you with concern in his eyes.

“Everything ok, ______-san?” he asks as you pick up your
purse.

“No, Kagami-kun, I think Daiki-kun is upset with me for
staying over here so long,” you reply giving him a sad look.

“What? Why the hell would that be? I mean, it’s not like we
haven’t hung out before!” he says heatedly.

Patting his shoulder, you smile weakly. “You know how he can
get. I’ll go home and get this all sorted out. Tell Kuroko-kun I’m sorry to
bail before he gets here. Enjoy the movie.”

As you move to leave, he places a hand on your shoulder.
“Text me and let me know what’s going on, ok?” You nod and he releases you
allowing you to exit.

When you get home Daiki-kun is sitting on the couch, staring
at the TV but it’s not on. You takeyou’re your shoes and coat, setting your
things down before you slowly make your way towards him. As you round the edge
of the couch you can see his face is set in a harder frown than usual. He’s
really angry and the look in his eyes when he looks at you makes you gulp.

“So, decided to finally come home huh?” he asks lowly.

“Daiki-kun, what’s wrong?”

You’re not prepared for the simple question to result in a
torrent of angry words.

“What’s wrong?! What’s wrong?
Oh, I don’t know _______-chan, could it be that my girlfriend seems to want to spend more time with another guy
than with me? And not just any guy, my
rival?!” When he stands up you move away, a bit frightened of his
intensity. You’re sure he won’t hurt you, but his volatile behavior is making
you nervous.

“What are you talking about-,” you begin but he cuts you
off, slamming his hand against the wall you’ve back into and staring down at
you with fierce eyes.

“Just say it!” he
commands.

You look at him in confusion, tears stinging the edges of
your eyes.

“Say what?” you whimper.

“Just say you’d rather be with him than with me!” he shouts.

There’s silence for a moment before you push him away from
you and storm towards the door.

“That’s right, go running back to Kagami, I’m sure he’ll be
waiting for you with open arms!” he yells as you hurriedly put on your shoes
and coat. Grabbing your purse, you rush out of the apartment and down the
stairs, finally allowing your tears to fall.

Back in your shared dwelling, Aomine punches the wall hard
enough to make a hole and his knuckles bleed. When he finally calms down enough
to think rationally again he feels almost ready to cry for the first time in
years and possibly the first time over a woman. The very thing he was trying to
avoid, he has been the cause of. You’re back with Kagami, and now not even
Aomine can blame you if you decide to stay there.

Aomine – Drabble Prompt #59 – “I’m yours”

“What’s the big idea
and just who the hell do you think you are?” you say angrily to the tall blue
haired male in front of you.

Aomine glares down at you, his arms crossed and face stern.
“I don’t like it when guys flirt with you like that,” he says firmly.

Your blood boils; how dare he! Like he’s one to talk! You
have to put up with all his fan girls fawning over him, some faking being your
friends to try to get to your best friend. “Daiki, that isn’t for you to
decide! I don’t get in your way when
it comes to dating, so why are you getting in mine?”

He strides forward but before you can back up his hands are
on your arms gripping you tightly. With a heated look he states, “Because
you’re mine, ______-chan.”

Before you can retort he kisses you firmly, stealing your
breath. When he pulls back he murmurs against your lips, “Don’t you get it? I’m yours. I always have been.”

Sober – Blink 182 / Aomine. After a fight. These lyrics are just awesome as f*ck.

So I wasn’t sure how I wanted to do this because I’ve seen
fics that are inspired by the song but don’t have the lyrics while others do.
This turned a bit more serious than I meant it to given the happy tone of the
song but I hope you like it nonetheless. Sorry it’s so short! Titles will have links to the songs!

“Sober” – Blink 182

Aomine groans, trying to sit up but his head feels like it’s
in a vice; staying on the ground it is. As he rouses to further consciousness the
feel of water on his face startles him. Blinking, he curses when he realizes it’s
dumping buckets and he’s drenched, prone next to a dumpster with the staccato of
rain drops echoing in the empty bin. Finally able to move, he props up against
the brick wall behind him, the rough material snagging his t-shirt.

“What the hell happened last night?” he mutters to the ether.

Stumbling to his feet, he shuffles his way home, unable to
move quickly and since he’s already soaked he doesn’t see reason to push
himself any harder than he already is. Finally reaching his destination, he
climbs the stairs and enters the apartment.

Turning on the shower, he begins shucking his clothes, turning
to the medicine cabinet to get some much-needed aspirin but when his eyes land
on the reflection staring back they widen. Well, one does because the other is
bruised and tender, the effort to open it wider making him hiss in pain.
Leaning forward, he inspects the injury, citing a small cut with dried blood
crusted on it just below his eyebrow.

Frowning he tries to think of how he got the shiner and a
flash of memory strikes the forefront of his brain making him wince in new
pain.

You and him, fighting again. Shit, why was he always such an
asshole to you? Alcohol certainly didn’t help the situation either. He
remembers insulting you about something before heading out the door only for
you to follow him still yelling. By the time you’d reached the foyer of your
apartment building you’d garnered plenty of attention from the neighbors.

“You know what? Don’t come back until you’re sober, I can’t
deal with you like this,” you’d shouted.

“And if I don’t?” he grabbed your arm.

“Then I’ll knock some sense into you!”

“Tch, like you could!”

He didn’t expect the hit, a perfect punch to his left eye
from your right hand. “Get the fuck out Daiki, I’m done with your bullshit!”

And yet, you’d called, at least fifty times by his call log
count when he finally looks at his phone. He should be pissed that you clocked
him, but he can’t be, not when he knows he deserved it. Seems he’s one of those
people who it takes a literal kick or punch to the head to wake up.

But where are you now?

Intent on finding you, he tugs on a clean pair of basketball
shorts and t-shirt. He opens the door, almost bowling you over in his haste to
leave. You’re soaked, eyes filled with tears when you look up at him. But despite
your clear concern, you smack him, though it’s not hard.

“Asshole, why didn’t you answer your phone! I was worried
sick!” you snivel.

“Stop fucking hitting me,” he mumbles drawing you into his
arms. After a moment he adds, “I’m sorry, clover.”

You smile into his shirt when the stupid nickname he gave
you rolls off his tongue. “I’m not lucky, in fact I’m pretty sure I’m bad for
you.”

He shakes his head, kissing your forehead. “I’m the bad one,
you’re better.”

And so, he drags you back into the apartment, taking both of
you to the shower to warm and makeup, after which he dumps all the alcohol in
the house down the drain; he doesn’t want to risk losing you.

Aomine – Birthday Asks

Thank you for the birthday wishes! I did have an amazing
day! I went ahead and combined these since they are both requests for a NSFW
for Aomine so I hope you don’t mind.

Walking on tip toe, you enter the shared hotel room of
Kise-kun and Aomine-kun. The queen beds show two completely covered lumps and
you smile; the poor boys must be exhausted. Training for the upcoming game was
intense the previous night so you’re not surprised they’re still knocked out.
That and it’s still quite early. You’d cursed yourself for forgetting your flat
iron when Kise-kun had told you that you could borrow his. Being the manager,
you of course had keys to all their rooms just in case they needed something.

As silently as possible you enter the bathroom, shutting the
door before turning on the lights, the flash making you blink a bit. A smile
erupts on your face when you see Kise left all his styling products on the
counter and right in the center is the flat iron. Thankful you’d be able to
avoid trying to look for it quietly, your hand is reaching forward until the
sound of the door opening makes you whip your gaze over your shoulder.

There stands Aomine in nothing but long shorts, scratching
his firm chest as he blinks at you. But goodness is he gorgeous! You, of
course, have seen him shirtless too many times to count but that goes for all
the boys. But there’s something about this moment that makes it feel different
and you know if you don’t get out of here soon you’re liking to start drooling and
you just don’t need to add fuel to his ego fueled fire.

Grabbing the flat iron, you whisper, “Good morning,
Aomine-kun, sorry for waking you. I just needed to borrow this from Kise-kun.”

“Huh? Oh, right,” he mumbles.

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another
before you finally get your legs to move. “Well, I’ll get out of your way,” you
say and take a step towards the door but he surprises you by moving forward and
shutting it. “Um, Aomine-kun-“ you begin but his hands on your waist make you
stop short.

“Y/N-san, I have a problem I’m hoping you can help me with,”
he says. His voice is low, slightly husky and you gulp.

“Oh? Um, wha…what’s wrong?”

For answer, he removes the flat iron from your grip and sets
it down on the counter, then guides your now free hand to the front of his
shorts. You gasp as your fingers contact a distinct firmness there. Swallowing,
you look up into his eyes which are focused on you, his gaze sharp and
predatory. “Seeing as you’re the cause of said problem,” he continues, pushing
you further into the bathroom, “I think it’s only fair that you do something about
it, don’t you?”

You can’t answer, completely shocked by his forward actions
and the fact that he’s confessed he’s hard for
you.

Whirling around, he sits on the edge of the tub, pulling on
your legs until you fall against him, a little whimper escaping your lips when
your own center connects with his, the friction shooting little darts of pleasure
up your spine.

“Mmmmmm, seems I’m not the only one having dirty dreams,” he
says chuckling, grinding up a little and making you gasp. He’s rock hard,
pulsing, all that power barely contained by cotton and lycra.

He leans up, his mouth level with your ear as his hands
grasp your hips firmly and begin rotating your body, grinding you down against
him, the sensations rippling through both your bodies. He whispers as he moves
you together, “Do you know what you and those damn short skirts do to me? Or
those tight pants? Fuck it, anything and everything about you drives me crazy.”

Your breathing is becoming labored, the feel of his firm
cock pressing against your sex making you dizzy and while he doesn’t stop, he
doesn’t move forward either, just keeps grinding your anatomy together in a torturous
manner. You wrap your arms around his neck, head tossed back and eyes closed as
you give into the delicious pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, with your hooded eyes looking up at
me, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the smell of your shampoo
when you stand in the meeting circles. Shit, I’ve had to stop myself from
taking you up against the wall in the gym more times than I can count.”

You moan slightly, his words heating your body up more.

“You like that, don’t you? You like knowing I watch you,
like knowing I want you. I bet you’ve been teasing me on purpose this whole
time, giving me just enough to make me want more but never enough. I need you,
I want to screw you until your crossed-eyed and the only thing you can remember
is my name,” he growls, mouth hovering just above the flesh of your neck.

You push down, hungry for more connection, your nipples tightening
as images of Daiki fucking you flood your mind.

It’s like he can read it on your face. “Oh, you want that
don’t you baby? You want me to fuck you till your throat is raw from screaming.”
His hands trail up your body to your breasts which he squeezes firmly and you
almost cry out but stop for fear of waking Kise.

“Scream for me, I don’t give a shit if he hears us, I want
everyone to know, you’re mine!”

“Daiki!” you cry out as the friction against your clothed
clit finally blooms into the orgasm you’ve been seeking since he started this
whole thing. His words cease, a level grunt pulling from his lips and you can
only presume he’s reached his end as well.

Opening your eyes, you finally look at him and the realization
of what just occurred has you blushing furiously.

He chuckles, standing up but not relinquishing his hold of
you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby,” he says turning on the water, “That
was just the warm up.”