A/N: This one shot is dedicated for my more mature readers, because I'm really lagging behind with that lemon one shot hahaha. So yes, for those of you who only enjoy my fluffy and overly-sweetened one shots, I wouldn't recommend this to you.
rating: heavy t plus (regard this as a warning)
themes: sadistic Ahomine, helpless Momoi-chan, hidden feelings
He could feel her clutching tightly onto his shirt. He unconsciously smirked against her lips as he backed her up into a wall. Her back collided roughly with the flat surface, and a small squeak passed through her mouth. He used that chance to hastily rub his tongue along hers. It felt so good, and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.
The atmosphere around them had become so heated that Aomine could actually felt a thin sheet of sweat breaking out on his forehead. He cracked one eye open to gaze down at the girl, who was desperately trying her best to keep up with his needs. He wasted no time in biting, licking, and sucking her lips.
His hands tightened around her small waist as he drew her closer and let his tongue trail down her neck. He worked his mouth back up along her throat, relishing in the short moan she rewarded him with. His teeth lightly grazed her soft skin, and she sharply whispered his name in response.
"I love it when you're like this," Aomine chuckled as he attacked her lips once more. He never waited for permission. He forced his tongue through her mouth and licked whatever he could reach. Momoi could only respond by squeezing her eyes shut and occasionally pushing her own tongue against his in a meager attempt to satisfy him.
He couldn't stop himself. He couldn't stop, and he knew that fact very well even before he had decided to have his way with her. He was extremely selfish, and he knew that. He wanted to mess with her until she broke down.
Soon enough, her thin legs trembled before giving way. Her back slid down the wall, and he went down with her, clutching onto her shoulders as his mouth harshly melded into hers. His tongue continued to roam her mouth, and he kept his eyes half open so he could watch her expression throughout the ordeal. His breathing had become rough and jagged, just like the way he was treating her.
Finally, when he had had enough, he pulled back to fully admire his work. She was breathing heavily, and her shirt and hair were a mess. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were half-lidded in sheer exhaustion. He smirked darkly. Perfect. In his eyes, her current image was flawless.
Meanwhile, the pink-haired girl was shakily standing up, using the wall behind her as support. She made sure not to look him in the eye, fearful of the fact that he might want to do even more.
When she had entered the classroom to retrieve her books, she hadn't expected to see him there. He had greeted her with a smile, but when she saw the dangerous look in his eyes, she knew that she wouldn't be able to escape out of the room. The glint in his eyes had been hungry, and directed straight at her.
Momoi walked slowly across the room to her desk after she had calmed her breathing down. She took in a long, shaky breath as her hands tightened around the strap of her schoolbag.
"Dai-chan, let's go home," she said, turning around and facing him with a bright smile on her face.
"Ah. Sure," Aomine replied, straightening up and acting as if nothing had happened. The moment she stepped in front of him, the forced smile on her face disappeared. They walked home together in a casual manner, with Aomine complaining about practice and the basketball club members. They didn't hold hands or speak sweet words, as usual. But she wasn't expecting those in the first place.
"I'm surprised Aomine came to practice," Wakamatsu commented as he watched the blue-haired ace violently slam a ball into the hoop. He cringed as the hoop wobbled weakly. "But…he's being more forceful than usual today," he added, looking over at the pink-haired girl he was currently conversing with.
"Yes…" Momoi said worriedly as she tapped her pen against the clipboard in her arms. She pulled her shirt up to cover more of her neck, where Aomine had left harsh marks. This did not go unnoticed by Wakamatsu, but he decided to keep his mouth shut for the time being.
"Satsuki, locker room," Aomine stated as he jogged towards the pair. He gave Wakamatsu a slight glare. Momoi flinched when he grabbed onto her wrist and began dragging her over to the locker room.
"Aomine-kun, practice isn't over ye"—
"Like I give a damn about that," he shot back. She frowned, knowing fully well that whatever she said now would go unheard by him. By this point, he would be impossible to confront with words.
The instant they reached the empty locker room, he pushed her down against one of the wooden benches. She looked up at him with wide eyes and noticed the look of want rimming his pupils. Before she could even speak, his lips had hastily slammed into hers.
When had she become so helpless? Momoi squirmed below him, but he was far too strong. His hands were gripping firmly onto her shoulders, ensuring her position. She couldn't win against him. She never could. She couldn't even cry. She knew that her childhood friend loved to see the crying faces of others. If I cry, I'll lose even more, she thought as she struggled to get rid of the stinging feeling in her eyes.
The moans that escaped her mouth were entirely unwilling as he began leaving even more bite marks across her skin. He started sucking on her pulse, and Momoi had to throw her hands over her mouth to keep quiet.
"Don't tell me that. Don't even try," he snapped as he scraped his teeth against her soft skin. She bit down on her bottom lip as a tear threatened to fall from her eye. I won't. I can't show weakness now. Those thoughts only seemed to fuel her emotions even more though.
Aomine was extremely difficult to satiate. Even with his harsh lip locking, she knew that sometimes, just that would never be enough. She frowned when she felt him grab onto one of her hands and guide it onto his chest, and then down towards his abs.
His lips were now enveloped around the soft flesh of her ear, and his hands were about to slip underneath her shirt—
"Are we…interrupting something?"
In a flash, Aomine was off of her. Momoi quickly sat up and saw Wakamatsu and the captain gazing at them. They both looked irritated, especially Wakamatsu. The captain, who usually looked calm at all times, had a slight strain around his jaw. Aomine grinned mockingly at them.
"Don't tell me that practice is over already?" He questioned. The two chose not to answer.
"Hmph. Satsuki, let's go," Aomine commanded, hoisting her up by her elbow. He easily brushed passed them. Momoi gazed up at them, and whispered a short "sorry," before dashing through.
"Aomine, we need to talk," Wakamatsu said as he grabbed onto the said teen's sleeve. Aomine looked at him through annoyed, slit-like eyes. Nonetheless, he stood up from his desk and followed his basketball teammate out into the hallway.
"What the hell do you want?" He demanded, leaning lazily against the wall. Wakamatsu glared heavily at him.
"Where's Momoi?" He questioned. Aomine cocked up an eyebrow. "She's at home. Sick," he answered back shortly, still liking slightly confused as to why he was asking that. The blond nodded, and Aomine was sure he heard him mutter, "Good."
"Look. I'm just going to tell you straight out," Wakamatsu began as Aomine began to give him a threatening stare. "You have to stop doing whatever you want. You have to stop being so damn selfish," he told him.
"Ah? I don't even know what you're talking about," the blue-haired teen replied. He watched as the blond grit his teeth together and slammed his fist against the wall. Aomine kept a steady glare on his face.
"You bastard. At first, I decided that it wasn't my business. But now, it's affecting the whole team. Everyone hates you, Aomine. And worst of all, you're hurting her," he angrily explained to him. "You're abusing her, you know? She can't say anything against you, and she knows that. But I'm sure as hell not going to let you do whatever you want," he added, scowling.
"If it's like this, then he'll stay under control. I'm okay, so don't worry about it." Those were the words Momoi had said when Wakamatsu had confronted her about the issue the other day. When he had heard her say that, he realized something.
"Abuse? That's pretty harsh. Are you accusing me?" Aomine questioned, crossing his arms in defiance. He was slightly taken aback when Wakamatsu gave him a bitter smirk.
"Of course not. I'm trying to make you feel guilty, you bastard. Don't you know why Momoi lets you do all those things? It's because she likes you. There's no other answer for that. When…when was the last time you hugged her?" Wakamatsu demanded, now feeling confident that he had won the argument with that question. He didn't know if the basketball ace actually had genuine feelings for Momoi, but he was strongly betting on it.
Aomine's eyes widened by a small fraction. He searched his memory. He searched as hard as he could, but he couldn't recall any images or feelings of hugging her. He didn't know. He didn't know that last time he had hugged her. He didn't know what it felt like to wrap his arms around her tiny, helpless form. He frowned. Wakamatsu had been right. I'm an idiot. A freaking idiot, Aomine cursed.
Momoi snuggled into her blanket as a heavy sigh passed through her lips. She placed her hand onto her forehead, and frowned when she felt that it was still rather hot. She turned onto her side as her mind began drifting to places she didn't want it to go.
She didn't remember when they had formed that sort of relationship. He actually did ask if he could date her, so they weren't "friends with benefits," or anything like that. But the word "dating" seemed to be a different definition from her own. He didn't appear to realize that.
"Satsuki-chan! Daiki-kun came here from school to visit you! I'm letting him in, okay?" Momoi's mom called out, knocking lightly against him door. Momoi gasped as she sat up straight. The word "no" rang out clearly throughout her mind, but she couldn't say it now. She didn't want him here though. She didn't want to see him at all.
But the door swung open, and Aomine was there. The whole thing seemed pretty inevitable in her opinion.
"Daiki-kun, I have to go and buy ingredients for dinner. Would you mind watching over her until then?" Momoi's mother asked, much to the pink-haired girl's dismay. She gulped as Aomine smiled lightly and nodded. Momoi's mom disappeared, and her bedroom door shut.
The room was silent, except for the soft humming of the electric fan. Momoi was still sitting up. Her hands were resting on top of her lap, clenched tightly. She was scared. She was afraid to look up at Aomine, and she was afraid of what he might try to do to her.
"Satsuki," he said, placing a hand on top of her head. She jumped, clearly startled. He flinched and nearly drew his hand back. I did this. I made her like this, he thought.
"Here. Lie down," he instructed. She instantly shook her head. "I don't want to."
Aomine frowned. He didn't remember when they had formed this sort of relationship. All he knew was that everything he had done so far was wrong. He had asked her out for all the wrong reasons. He had carelessly played with her feelings and her body, and now she was hurt, possibly even traumatized.
It was extremely unusual for him to feel bad or guilty. But at the moment, that was exactly what he felt. Momoi was probably the only person who would love him in this lifetime. She was willing to put up with him, and not once did she protest. Instead of cherishing her, he had corrupted her. He had no idea how he could possibly compensate.
He grit his teeth together. With a deep breath, Aomine reached out and wrapped his arms around her. She didn't jump this time, and it was probably because she was far too stunned to do so. But he felt something wet his shoulder. When he glanced down at her face, he could see thin streams of tears falling from her wide, shocked eyes.
Aomine had no idea why he hadn't done this earlier. The feeling of having her within his arms was amazing. He could feel her soft heartbeats against his chest, and he was sure that she could also feel his. He placed his chin on top of her head, and breathed in the sweet scent of peaches.
She didn't hug him back at that time, but he was fine with that. She had already done so much for him. But she did tell him something, and it almost surprised him, considering all the terrible things he had done to her.
"I like you, Dai-chan," Momoi whispered with a trembling voice. His grip on her tightened, and for the first time in years, he honestly felt happy.
I won't hurt you. Not anymore.
A/N: I've always wanted to probe into a darker side of their relationship. This probably won't ever happen (like, I highly doubt it), but I still enjoyed writing this. But I do feel like Momoi would be willing to go to extreme measures just to keep Aomine under control.
Anyway, I've got a lot going on this week, with SATs and personal statements and such. Since I barely got my permit last Wednesday, I'm going to practice driving on Sunday. SIGHS. Life is definitely becoming more and more tiring. So, I hope you'll understand if my next update is extremely late lol.