Generation of Miracles X Reader! LEMON 🍋

Aomine part 1

You were running out of breath towards the place where the basketball match was going to be held.

"Aomine?" you burst into the locker room. There on a bench was the said tan guy. He was couched over with a towel on his head. "Momoi said you weren't answering your phone. Why aren't you since you're here?" you pulled out your phone and placed a hand on your hip.

He stood up slowly and looked at you. You gulped but stood your ground. You weren't going to be intimidated by him. Before you could even blink you somehow wound up with your back pressed against the bench and Aomine looming over you.

"It's your fault _," he smirked.

"What do you mean?" you gulped nervously. You knew exactly what he meant. Ever since you guys started going out you always did it the night before his game. He leaned very close to your ear.

"You know what I mean. I can't focus with all this pent up frustration," his breath tickled your ear. His deep voice seemed a bit low. You knew he was hard.

"I told you I had a lot of homework yesterday," you babbled. He growled and kissed you aggressively. "Aomine!" you gasped when he parted for air.

"I guess now we'll have to do it here then _-chan," he smirked. He only ever added the -chan when he was about to fuck you.

"B-but," you looked at the door. His hands traveled up your thighs and rested on your ass. "Aomine we're in public," you pleaded. You two had never done it in such a public place. It was always his room.

"No one's coming and don't tell me it doesn't turn you on when we're doing it in public," he squeezed your ass.

You let out a little yelp. It was true you did find it an extremely turn on to do it so publicly, but he didn't need to know that. Or the fact that you were getting more hot and bothered by the second. He nipped your collarbone and you yelped. He went back to assaulting your lips. He tugged impatiently at your bottom lip with his teeth. You didn't fight back today. You let him in and he explored every nook and cranny in you mouth. You let out a small moan. Unknowingly to you he had already took off your shirt and was massaging your breast.

"Aomine," you moaned as he parted away for air. He smirked down a you as he noticed you basically tugging his jersey off of him. You drank in the sight of his very nice tan muscles. You bit your bottom lip. You could never seem to get enough of those muscles. You began touching his chest then slowly moved your hands down his chest.

"Dammit _!" his breath hitched as you stopped at his shorts.

"What?" you feint innocence.

"They're shorts not pants with a belt. Take. Them. Off," he growled not buying your act.

"But the game's starting and we don't have time," you tried to reason with yourself but tugged at the waistband.

"Like Hell we don't have time. I show up halfway into the game anyway," he yanked off your skirt and panties in one fluid motion. You gasped as the cold air hit you. Your nipples harden as you felt the chill go through you. "I'll make time if I have to," a look passed over his eyes.

You hesitated. You were the one who was suppose to keep him in line. The reasonable and responsible one. You hated that role since you yourself wanted to fuck him so badly sometimes. But he was always so horny and would do it in a crowded place without care.