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you reached over to grab the sachet of chili flakes from the other end of the coffee table. your pizza slice was looking awfully miserable, maybe because it was the last slice of pizza while the movie was just ten minutes past the interval.
in maneuvering to reach the last packet of chili flakes, your t-shirt rode up your back, allowing daiki uninterrupted view to your tasteful skin. you tore the corner of the sachet with your teeth and were in the middle of sprinkling it all over your slice when you felt daiki’s rather cold but clammy hand coming to rest on your exposed skin. his hand rested on your hip, giving the handful of skin a light, playful squeeze.
“dai-kun please tell me you did not just smear pizza grease on my back,” you breathed out sighing, the sticky feel of grease was unmistakable.
daiki realized as his eyes widened but he let out a shaky chuckle, “what! no! pish posh!”
“wow, now you are just saying made up words,” you set the empty sachet down and twisted your arm around your back to examine the grease when daiki’s hand on yours, stopped you.
he turned to you seriously, “baby,” he started earnestly, unwinding your arm and holding your hand like he was about to break out to you that you have two days left to live, “all words are made up,” he breathed out, maintaining a stern face.
you chuckled, snatching your hand back and smacking him lightly on the chest, “smart mouth. clean it.”
“but it compliments your love for pizza,” daiki contested.
you narrowed your eyes at him, challenging him to take it further and daiki knows what that means; sleeping on the couch, without you.
“babe, no. anything but that, wait i will grab some tissues,” he scurried to his feet and headed to the kitchen to grab some paper towels.
“thought so,” you prided yourself raising the pizza to take a celebratory bite.
after the sound of some cabinets opening and closing, daiki reappeared with the entire scroll of paper towels.
you gulped down your food and sighed, “you could have just torn out a few, you know, they are sectioned.”
daiki shrugged resuming his seat beside you and putting the scroll on the table before tearing out two sections. he lifted your t-shirt and folded the seams so it would stay tucked in before wiping over the grease with the paper towel.
“ow, gentle please!” you squealed when he kept gnawing on your skin with his fingernail over the paper towel.
“it’s not coming off that easily, i am trying,” daiki mumbled as he continued. you let him be as you went back to finishing your pizza.
the climax of the movie started, the two superhero teams fighting for what they believed was right. you wiped your fingers on the used pieces of crumpled paper towel that daiki had tossed on the glass table top. while cleaning your fingers you realized how many crumpled towels were lying, “dai-kun what are you doing? i asked you to clean off the grease not perform surgery. why are you wasting so much paper?”
daiki stopped his actions and perked up, “what do you mean? i was cleaning the mess i made with proper care and caution,” he offered you proud smile.
“oh dear,” you sighed, for like the nth time that night as your hand slapped against your own forehead, “i really can’t with you sometimes. you know you are like a cat, undomesticated.”
“well, people do say i am like a black panther when i play basketball. i mean, i did use to be one of the generation of mira-”
“oh pish posh!” you cut him off, “you are like a house cat; nice, handsome, might come to help me if i am dying but definitely undomesticate-”
now you were cut off as you winced from a sharp pain at your hip, you looked back to realized daiki bit you.
“what?” he raised an eyebrow as you kept staring at him, “you said i was an undomesticated cat, right?”
“oh yeah? two can play this game, aomine daiki,” you smirked pushing him flat on the couch, getting on top of him.
“oh yeah, two can definitely play,” daiki smirked too, resting his hands on your hips.
“you cannot watch one movie in peace, can you?” you asked, your hips starting to move letting your crotch area grind against his. daiki pulled you down flat on his chest, bringing your face closer to his by your cheeks.
“you are the one who is always seducing me,” daiki replied nonchalantly, shifting his hips to get into a comfortable position between your heat. he leaned in to kiss you but you pulled back.
“i was watching a movie like any normal person. you are the one who smeared grease on me because you could not keep your hands to yourself.”
“yeah yeah, potatoes tomatoes, all same,” he dismissed it leaning in to kiss you again.
your lips almost touched but you pulled back again, “potato potato,” you corrected him.
daiki narrowed his eyes, “yeah, yeah give me a kiss already!”
you could not help but giggle as you leaned down to finally kiss him. he was not even a sum-second late to kiss you back, his arms engulfing your figure in, resting gently against your cheeks to keep your face to him, almost scared like you will just dissipate into thin air if he does not hold you close every living moment.
he was not always like this, contrary to popular belief he did not know the r of relationship. he was popular among his fans but he had never really dated because he was always too busy with his sport, his one true love. when you came along, he would get flustered easily but handle it quietly, especially if it involved anything intimate. like if you guys are kissing and he would get a boner, he would excuse himself and rush to the washroom to take care of it. mind you, his sex drive is unstoppable, he fucks like he plays his sport; with one hundred percent of himself, with all his passion and love but he was always scared that he would drive you away.
he really has come a long way from being the unsure guy you dated to your boyfriend who exudes confidence like he knows what he is doing, and he really does know what he is doing.
daiki’s dominant hand moved down from your cheek to your buttcheek as he gave it a tight squeeze causing you to growl in his mouth. you pulled out to get some air but he pulled you back in the kiss, only this time you bit his lip, almost as hard as he squeezed your butt. i say almost because if you applied anymore pressure, he would have a busted lip.
“ow, what was that for?”
“payback. you bit me, remember?” you sat up on his lap, your heat resting directly over his hard on.
“oh, yeah right. we were playing the game,” he nodded sincerely.
“yeah, it was only fair,” you shrugged, your hands on his chest exerting a bit more force as you grinded against his hard on in a painfully slow motion.
“riiiight, speaking of payback,” daiki lifted his body up and flipped the positions in a second cause you to almost skip a beat. “now it’s your time to payback for the boner i have,” he finished his sentence, situating himself between your legs.
“do i have to pay interest too?” you pouted, your hands feeling up his washboard abs.
daiki nodded, pouting back feigning sympathy before leaning in for another kiss, all the while grinding on you.
the movie had ended by the time daiki pulled back from your lips, letting you both to catch your long lost breaths. both your saliva-laced pair of lips had turned a shade redder from the relentless sucking, neither of you letting the other win the game of dominance.
when the screen turned dark to roll out the credits, daiki turned to the screen and realized the movie ended. now that he thinks about it, he does not really remember what movie you guys were even watching? it had something to do with superheroes but all that his brain processes right now is your warm body underneath his own, his fingers trace the skin over your knuckles through your intertwined hands.
“what?” you free a hand out of his hold and touch his cheek to turn his gaze back to you.
“you are going to be the end of me someday,” daiki chuckled, “it’s like the moment i see you, my brain turns off.”
you chuckled, your teeth coming down on your swollen lips in an inevitable smirk, “i am glad i have that effect on you.”
“oh really? then you better have a fix for this effect as well,” daiki pecked you before pulling back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths till he moves back more and it snaps into thin air. he shifted his wait to his knees situated around your figure and took off his black vest to reveal the tent in his shorts.
you could not help the blush that crept all the way up to your cheeks, its not your first time with him and certainly the last time but damn, he just does something to your nerves. you lifted your upper body to meet him and engulfed in another needy kiss, letting his hands undress you.