Aomine and gf have break up sex, he tries to remember every inches of her body and everything about her. He's going to States to being a pro and don't think long distance relationship would work.. thanks. I love your writing 😙
≫this turned out a little longer than i expected, i hope it’s still alright!
You felt your throat run dry, your mouth remaining slightly agape as the full weight of Aomine’s words came crashing down on you. Of course, you noticed that he was acting weird as of late but you never… you never thought that the worries plaguing his mind were the ones that were going to ruin the relationship that you worked so hard on maintaining. I mean, yes, you argued. Yes, you had your fair share of bumps in the road. His busy schedule and blunt personality weren’t exactly things that one could merely forget; that’s why you thought you were doing so well, you faced each problem head on—you faced each problem together.
In spite of all that, he was never the type of person who would say what’s on his mind; feelings and sentiment were what made people weak and that was the one thing that he would never allow himself to be.
With a shaky “yes” you agreed to stay together until the day of his departure. If anything, you decided to remain friends- as you might have guessed, it was weird not kissing him before leaving the house and not being wrapped up in a secure hug before going to sleep, but life went on. You didn’t have to like it.
You arrived at the apartment that you could no longer consider home, Daiki’s bags tauntingly standing right next to the entrance. Just by looking at them, you felt a subtle jab at your heart. He was leaving tomorrow. No matter how well you distanced yourself from the male in the past few weeks, you had a hard time seeing the apartment as empty as it was right now. You regretted not leaving when you had the chance, when you easily could have made yourself hate him for leaving you. And yet you couldn’t— with every part of his being he made sure to let you know that he cared for you, deeply.
But he had regrets of his own; sacrificing love for success wasn’t anything new and groundbreaking. It happened before and many have done that before him, but this time it was real. It was him doing the sacrificing. He was giving up who he loved the most for what he loved the most— a part of him hoped that it was all a dream, that he would wake up tomorrow and that you would be making breakfast for two, reminding him that you were going to be late for the plane. Was it too late to ask you to come with him?
When he arrived at the apartment he secretly ached he could keep calling home, he found you sitting on the couch, an empty wine glass in your palm and he was more than aware that you were lost in thought, debating on whether or not you should pour yourself another one. Upon noticing a new presence, you snapped out of it and focused on the blue haired male.
A smile appeared on your face, your eyes glossy, “You’re here! I thought we could celebrate our last night together, if you’re feeling up for it. I brought some snacks, some wine and a movie… but the wine is no longer filled to the brim, I’m afraid.”
“How much did you drink?” he questioned, putting down his umbrella as he made his way towards you to inspect the inflicted damage. The male raised his palm up to your face so he could tuck away the loose strands of hair falling out of your messy bun, but you slapped it away after which you did so yourself, “Just the right amount. Tipsy enough to not drown in despair, sober enough to not do anything I might regret doing in the morning,” your reply made him scoff. What kind of an answer was he expecting?
“And what would be something you’d regret doing?” the male questioned, his brow quirked in a quizzing matter.
“Letting you go without a proper goodbye,” you whispered before pulling him in by the collar, your lips grazing the surface of his, as if though you were asking him if that was what he wanted. Every inch of his body wanted it, needed it, to the point where he wanted to assault your neck and mark you as his, to make himself believe that that’s what you truly are. You weren’t, and that was the issue. He caused you enough worry as it was.
The two sides of him were clashing against one another, each side fighting for dominance. Needles to say, his hesitation was evident in his movements and you found it laughable; his hands hovered above the curve of your body as he tried to make a decision he wouldn’t regret.
“What are you laughing at?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing as he pressed his palm against your back, earning a yet another chuckle from you. God, did it irk him.
“I’m laughing at you. I’m laughing at /you/ thinking about whether or not this a smart idea- since when do you care whether or not the move you make is a smart one or not?” you questioned, running your hand through his hair. It has gotten longer in the last month and it was a damn good look on him if you had to admit. His long tresses obscured the view of his dark eyes, thankfully so. Had you seen the conflict in them, you wouldn’t have called him out.
“I do care, especially when it concerns you. I don’t want to—“ you cut him off by daringly trailing kisses from his neck down to his collar bone, occasionally nipping at his skin as your fingers skillfully toyed with the buttons of his shirt.
“Every bit damage that you could have inflicted, you already have. I’m not blaming you for anything, I would have done the same. Let us just,” you mumbled in between the kisses as you felt him stiffen under your touch, not used to the sultry tone in your voice being so inviting. It wasn’t unnatural to want what is forbidden, you reminded yourself, “Let us just enjoy our last night.”
His jaw clenched at your statement—he released a deep sigh as he took in your words; this truly was your last night. Might as well make it count. With a grunt, he stopped your fingers from unbuttoning his shirt, leaving only the first few undone as they revealed his ever-so-inviting sun kissed chest, “Strip for me first, baby girl,” his voice was deep; it was a husky order spoken directly in your ear with the sole purpose of making you shiver under the impact of his dominance and you could practically hear the smirk on the male’s face widening upon noticing the effect he has on you.
Color blossomed across your face as you forcefully bit down on your lip, trying to prevent any noise from coming out as the male’s hot breath fanned your neck, feeling uncharacteristically gentle kisses being planted down your collarbone as he pulled you in closer. Your body remained flush against his, your heart speeding up from the sheer excitement you felt. Dear lord, how did you ever have the luck of coming across a man that could make breathing difficult for you with a mere touch . Your palms reached for the hem of your shirt once you gathered your thoughts, still vaguely dizzy and intoxicated with the waft scent of his cologne mixing with your sweet perfume.
A satisfied moan escaped your lips upon having Aomine attack your sweet spot; in an attempt to make you beg for him, he became impatient as his manhood throbbed at the sounds you were making and his imagination, which had pictures much lewder imagines and audio were not aiding his growing need for him to be inside you.
What was stopping him? After all, he was never the one to drag things out. And just as you suspected, his gentle kisses turned into harsh bites that had never before failed to leave you a whimpering mess. Those were definitely going to leave marks, just the way he liked it. His ultimate goal was leaving you bruised, satisfied and craving for more.
You were most definitely not about to protest. Because perhaps, just perhaps, you lied to him. The amount of wine you drank was way more than just enough, he would be able to tell so himself in a while or so too. You rendered it irrelevant; your body was burning up with lust and desire, your mind rid of any logical train of thought.
You were sure of only two things. One was that you wanted him in ways you never knew you could want someone, and you didn’t like it one bit. It was such a desperate desire, a mere selfish need you wanted to satisfy. He was the ocean you wanted to drown in, even if it would cost you the last bit of pride you had. The second thing being the reminder that this would be the last time. You were sure that not a moment passed that you weren’t reminding yourself of that- no matter the lust, the passion and the desire overwhelming you, the bitter-sweetness of it being a goodbye, spoken so intimately and silently, made you ache.
“I believe I told you to do something,” he reminded, his palm overlapping yours as he took the liberty of taking your shirt off for you. Regardless of your body radiating warmth and the fire within you, you couldn’t bite back shivering once the crisp air nipped at your skin— you became hyper aware of the fact that you were left practically bare under the male’s hungry gaze. While you were at it, his gaze wasn’t the only thing craving for its appetite to be satisfied.
“How long do you want to play cat and mouse, Daiki? This is possibly the longest you’ve ever stalled,” you teased, placing your palm on his chest as you slightly distanced yourself from him, his palm still holding you in your place as it rests comfortably on your back.
“I thought you might want to make it special. Trust me, it’s taking my everything not to pounce on you and ravish you until you’re a whimpering mess, begging me to give you your sweet release,” he growled, tugging at your shorts, dissatisfied by the mere fact of their existance. He could only imagine how wet you were, soaking through the fabric of your underwear— if your bra was an indicator of anything, it was your favourite pair of lacy black panties. He chuckled in amusement upon realizing he was right— he lost count of how many times they had ended up thrown in a forgotten corner of your bedroom. Well, the number will certainly go one up tonight.
The little self control that he had gathered in order to tease you had gone through the window; in one swift motion he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his torso as you complied immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck. A giggle escaped your lips when Aomine hissed, his face forming into a grimace upon stubbing his toe against the bedroom door.
“I’m being romantic and traditional over here, bringing you to your bed safely in my arms and you laugh at my misfortune?” he grumbled, each and every word he uttered dripping with sarcasm. As he laid you down on the bed beneath you, he inched closer towards your thighs, tracing imaginary lines with one palm as he tugged at the hem of your panties before yanking them down.
A mewl of protest escaped your lips to which Aomine released a low chuckle before shrugging his shoulders in defeat— just as he was about to unbutton the remaining buttons on his shirt, you sat up, propping yourself on your knees as you did so instead of him.
The male threw his head back, enjoying the rush of having his manhood throb with desire as you began planting quick pecks all the way down from his chest to his belly button. You were far too lust-driven to tease him any further; in a swift movement you discarded his pants after which your palm gripped his length tightly, twitching in anticipation.
Before you even had a chance to kneel down properly in order to wrap your mouth around it, the male pinned you down on the bed as he climbed on top of you, spreading your legs to make room for himself, “I can’t wait anymore, baby. I missed you so much.”
Shivering with excitement and animalistic passion, he placed the tip of his cock atop your arousal as he went back and forth, marveling in the fact that you were wet beyond measure. In hopes of getting him to hurry, you wrapped your legs around his torso as you sunk your nails into his back, muttering lewd thoughts into his ear in which you were begging him to take you. Without a second thought, he complied, drowning in satisfaction at the way you arched your back in an attempt to have him fill you up as much as possible; your pants becoming desperate.
He trapped your lips in a passionate kiss, your tongues battling for dominance as his palm went behind your back, unclasping your bra and discarding it, wondering what had taken him so long. As you rocked your hips in order to match his animalistic thrusts, your mind went into a frenzy at the state of bliss you found yourself in— Aomine’s tongue tracing around your nipple before biting it teasingly, his hard and rapidly growing faster thrusts making you unable to hold your moans. You genuinely couldn’t care less whether or not your neighbours knew exactly what you were up to; you wanted your last time to leave a mark.
And you certainly remained true to your intention— your nails went back and forth from trailing gentle lines across the male’s back and then having them sink into his flesh, only making him go rougher as he held back grunts of his own.
While your full focus was solely on matching his pace and leaving his neck covered in bruises, the male made sure to remember every crevice, every soft spot on your body. He wanted to remain like this forever; engulfed in your sweet scent mixed with sweat, feeling the softness of your skin and the tickling sensation of having your hair graze across his shoulders whenever he would bury his face in the nape of your neck.
That was only the first round of many that night, each and every one being more desperate and raw than the other. You were both burning up, defying the cold that was bound to catch up to you eventually. That was the night where you let your passions guide you in an attempt to forget all of your sorrows and all the bitter, unspoken goodbyes. But as it always is, the morning came.
The morning came and you were nowhere in sight, making Aomine wonder if his memories of the last night were even real. The only proof he had were the numerous bruises and the countless scratches spread across his back. No words could portray his dismay at the lack of your presence— a part of him hoped you decided to come with him, that he would see you at the airport and that you would tell him how you can’t live without him.
He knew it was mere wishful thinking but that didn’t stop him from frantically looking around for any trace of you once he arrived at the airport; your perfume, your hair color, your anything. He found out that the only place they were for certain, was in his mind. And that was something he would never give up.
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