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Basketball was his passion. It was the air he breathed, the blood that coursed through his veins, the sustenance his soul thrived upon.

You already knew it when you agreed to go out with him a month ago before summer break began. You'd been prepared to wait for him after practices, go to his games no matter how far they'd be, and even fix bento lunches for him on a daily basis.

And you did your part for several weeks into the summer season. But amidst your own hectic schedule, your summer extracurriculars began overwhelming you. It felt like you couldn't really be there for him as you had first thought. A part of you wondered if there was even an inkling of the same sentiment in him.

Dressed in a loose-fitting tank top and leggings, you stood in front of the door to Aomine's home--fidgeting from uncertainty. You were so distraught on your walk over, you failed to notice how pleasant the weather was this summer day. As you lifted your knuckle to rap on the door, the idea of ending your relationship gave rise to a tightness that made it hard to breathe.

I thought I was ready to do this... You redirected your hand to your chest, tracing your fingertips over your sternum in a rubbing motion. Why does my chest hurt so much?

Quickly, you turned around to leave--to go home and rethink this. Maybe you'd give this bud of a relationship more time. After all, Aomine Daiki was different from your exes.

He was effortlessly cool. He didn't give two shits about what others thought of him. He wouldn't think twice about putting himself on the line when it came down to protecting you.

The confidence he exuded, especially while he played basketball, was more than breathtaking. Despite how busy he was with his training and summer games, when he was with you, he paid complete and total attention to you. And only you.

To top it off, he was really, really sexy. Aside from having a provokingly toned body, those piercing navy depths along with his tantalizing smile did unmentionable things to you.

Really, the only thing you didn't like about him was his obsession with a certain gravure idol. Other than expressing your dislike for this habit of his, you never really pestered him anymore about it since you haven't gone steady with him.

However, you have had this ...unshakable worry for a while.

See, Aomine has never tried anything with you. The most intimate thing you've done was innocent kissing. But nothing more. Whereas the previous guys you've dated have tried one thing or another to bed you.

Suddenly, you felt insecure.

Maybe he wasn't really feeling it.

In the middle of your reverie, your phone chimed.  You fished it out of your pocket and glared at the screen.

    Aomine Daiki
    3:27 PM
Let's grab some food. On my way over.
    See you soon.                                      

A drop of sweat rolled down your temple. He was always so direct. You debated if you should text him back and tell him to stay put.

"Hey, [Y/N]."

Agh, so fast! Your back stiffened and your limbs went rigid when you heard it--Aomine's deep, reverberating voice, the ultimate reason you said yes to him.

"Did you see my text? Why are you here?"

When you turned around, the large box he held in his arms caught your eye. The large thud it made as he dropped it into the trash bin surprised you. That is one heavy box.

"What's in there?"

A wistful smile appeared on his face as he walked towards you. "Don't worry about it."

"Now I have to look." Your curiosity needed to be sated. You slipped past him. It was funny how he made no attempt to stop you. As you peered into the trash bin, into the box, your eyes widened when you realized they were his prized magazines. His prized, sexy idol magazines. "These are-- you're getting rid of these?"

"Well..." He began, his gaze averted from embarrassment. "I don't need them anymore."

"You bought a new collection of magazines?" Teasing him, you tilted your head, tapping your chin pensively.

"No, silly," He sighed as his eyes locked with yours. "I don't need them anymore because I've got you."

How were you not supposed to feel happiness from hearing those words? And to think you were about to break it off with him today. The thought made you squirm in place, and he noticed.

"What's wrong, [Y/N]?" He inched closer to you. "Why did you come here?"

"To be honest, Aomine-kun," You looked down at your feet. "I was coming over to tell you that I couldn't do this anymore."

"Do... what anymore?"

You sighed, and looked into his eyes. "I feel like I can't be there for you enough. I feel that way now with our busy schedules, and school hasn't even started yet. Can you imagine what it would be like with the start of the autumn semester? We'd just drift apart."

You watched as his eyes widened in disbelief.

The ace of Touou Academy's basketball team couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd expected this day to be completely different.

"Can we talk this out inside?" He asked calmly, then grabbed your hand. He wasn't giving you much of a choice.

Biting on your lower lip, you didn't protest and followed him in silence.

He closed the door behind you, letting go of your hand. "Getting dumped wasn't what I had in mind for my birthday."

Oh shit. Inwardly cursing, you officially felt like the worst being on the entire planet.

You'd... forgotten.

"I planned on asking you to go steady with me tonight." The pain he felt within was clearly reflected in his dark eyes.

You inhaled sharply. "You were going to..." The words trailed off as the tightness in your chest returned, incited by the dejection in his expression. "How was I supposed to know?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" He raised his voice. "Is this really what you want?"

From the sudden inflection of volume, you bristled. You ground your teeth and shot him a fierce look. "Don't yell at me. Your parents will hear."

"I don't care!" He said hotly. "They're not home! And you're changing the subject!"

"Aomine-kun," Your heart began racing as he approached.

"I thought everything was going smoothly between us." His high brow furrowed as he frowned. He was so near to you, you could pick up the scent of fragrant pine off his body. "So tell me why you're doing this to me!"

"...'smoothly'!?" You found yourself raising your voice at him, trying to become angry to overwrite the other miserable feeling you had. "Is that really how you feel!? You haven't tried anything with me!"

He froze mid-step. "Is that what this is about?"

You flushed. You couldn't look at him because you were basically asking why he hasn't tried to get in your pants yet. He has a hobby of looking at sexy girls with big tits in magazines. When you put two and two together, what were you supposed to think?

"I haven't tried anything because I was afraid you'd run away." He closed the distance, easily towering over you. "Isn't that what you did to your exes?"

You couldn't deny it so you clamped your mouth shut. With how close he was, it was only reflexive for you to look into his eyes. A flicker of emotion you couldn't name appeared in those navy depths, only to be replaced by the same pain you noticed earlier.

As he looked into your eyes, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. The first girl he ever felt seriously about was about to dump him on his birthday. Damn it! He took a steadying breath, controlling his voice.

"Do you want me to come onto you?"

Did you?

You bit your lip, staring at his face as intensely as he was staring at yours.

It took you a minute to consider why you wanted to break it off in the first place. In spite of the emotional pain you may have caused Aomine, you couldn't deny your body's desire for him. Perhaps it truly was insecurity that made you consider ending this. Perhaps the fear of not being good enough for him really was the primary reason. Adding on the hectic schedules, your motive seemed pretty legitimate.

But as the seconds passed by, being this incredibly close to him, being alone with him... your cheeks grew hotter, your heart fluttered, and your belly was doing funny things.

Then, with your body moving on its own accord, you pulled on the collar of his shirt and molded yourself against him.

The fiery kiss came next. Your lips pressed firmly against his sent electric sparks shooting down your core. His heat flooded into you, assaulting your senses in the most pleasurable way you had never felt or even imagined.

This chemistry you were experiencing wouldn't exist if he didn't feel the same sexual attraction to you. And when Aomine pressed his hard form more forcefully against your softer one, you felt the hard bulge of his manhood against your abdomen. Sensing his arousal made your heart leap.

Your wits scattered and your limbs weakening, he wedged a muscled thigh between your legs and hoisted you up without effort. A sudden, flaring arc of awareness shot through you. You broke the kiss, struggling to breathe evenly. Your fingers slowly curled into fists as you felt moisture beginning to collect in your most secret feminine places.

Even through two layers of fabric you could feel the sinew of his thigh against your womanhood, grazing, warming. You shuddered against him, the involuntary tremors short-lasting.

"You okay, [Y/N]?" He murmured huskily into your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin, causing it to tingle with delight.

Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, you breathed out almost desperately. "Your bedroom. Right now."

The moment you both set foot in his room, your leggings, your top, came off your body without delay. When he set you down on his bed, you were only in your bra and panties, and he was down to his boxer briefs.

You almost found it shameful, how strongly you were drawn to him. Just by looking into his eyes, you were reminded of all his arousing qualities--the boldness of his glance, his tantalizing smile, and his blatant sexual magnetism.

Your brain went numb when he pressed his body against yours, trapping your smaller form against the bed. Somehow, in the middle of your lip-locking display, he managed to remove your underwear. You didn't know how and you didn't care.

But he moved and, once again, wedged his muscled thigh between yours. Your breath fled at the primal sensations Aomine roused in you, as he moved the sinew of his thigh slowly against you in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Your hands moved subconsciously to his shoulders as you grew accustomed to this desire pulsing through your body, throbbing between your thighs.

The warm moisture he felt on his skin, escaping your nether lips, made him strife for control. He trailed kisses along your jaw, and finding your earlobe, he nipped it. The action elicited a longing shudder from you so profound, you thought your body would curl in upon itself.

Aomine trailed his right hand through your hair, while his left hovered over your shoulder and finally settled on your breast. You felt the warmth of his palm heating your flesh, and you couldn't help but moan as you arched against him.

Slipping past your bra, he took your breast in his hand and savored the feeling of your nipple as it hardened against his palm. Again, you acutely shuddered.

Never before have you ever been this intimate with a boy, but you understood that this was more than infatuation. You really did treasure him, and you would give him your virginity.

"I think... I love you," You whispered into his ear, relishing the warmth of his body against yours.

His kisses halted and he raised his face to look into your eyes. "I love you, too. I've loved you before I asked you out. And I don't want to lose you..." He trailed off, pausing as his eyes searched yours. "That's why I never tried anything with you. I was afraid you'd push me away."

"I won't," You replied softly. "I want you to be my first."

He said nothing and his lips found yours, meeting them in a possessive kiss. His hands pulled the straps of your brassiere of your shoulders and he freed your breasts completely. As he broke the kiss, his lips trailed down your neck and coasted over your chest.

A hunger started in the pit of your belly, moving lower and awakening a churning sensation you've never felt before. When Aomine ran his thumbs over the tips of your breasts, the gnawing sensation intensified so much, you pressed yourself further against his thigh. Your breathing was erratic at this point.

He cupped your breasts, lifted them, and finally closed his mouth over one nipple. His action elicited a strangled gasp from your throat. You threw your head back and moaned aloud when the sucking motion began.

He moved his other hand downward, finding the junction of your thighs. His fingers teased the skin of your inner thigh, running over the slick secretions that had gathered there. When you felt his fingertips brushing against your clit, you shut your eyes tightly and bit your lower lip. And when he pressed against it, you jerked your hips and groaned.

He finally raised his face from your chest, leaving your nipples glistening with his spit. He'd removed his thigh from your legs. Uncovering your body, he moved and knelt between your parted thighs. You suddenly felt cold without his warmth.

You hoisted your torso up with your arms and looked down at him, "Aomine-kun? ...what are you doing?"

His gaze connected with yours when he thrust his finger inside you. You cried out. Without hesitation, he replaced his finger with his mouth, his tongue licking the lips of your sex. A reaction to his erotic gesture, your arms gave out and you found yourself on your back again. Instinctively, you pressed yourself against his mouth.

He sucked at the bud of pleasure, inserting his tallest finger between the folds beneath it. The sensation was so alien to you, but you've never felt so alive. He worked his long finger inside you, curling its tip against a responsive spot you never knew existed within you.

Your walls contracted wildly around his finger and when you felt him nipping at your clitoris, you shattered against him. You tightened, your hips rising, toes curling, as your release came.

And when the waves of pleasure finally passed, you shut your eyes, your cheeks flaming and your breathing labored. "So that's what cumming feels like..."

"...you are so sexy." He chuckled after a breathless pause. He licked his lips, savoring your taste as he covered your body with his own once again. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Despite the mild anxiety you had, you desperately needed him to sate a relentless, yearning ache that had begun inside of you. This need to be filled grew even more unbearable immediately after your first release. Your eyes dewy and dazed, you looked at him. "Yes, Aomine-kun... I want you."

He crushed your lips beneath his, surrendering to the passion he had for you. He'd slipped off the remainder of his clothing, completely nude between your legs. You thrust your hips against his, your breasts against his chest, and his erection surged with aching need against your belly.

The bulge of his proud member throbbed against the soft yielding of your loins. His tongue thrust into your mouth, plunging, just as you knew his flesh would. He positioned the tip of his erection against your opening, smearing your nectar-thick secretions around its head--and, with a tilt of his pelvis, he slid into your wet heat.

His arousal was like steel, tearing past the membrane of your innocence. You bit hard on your lip, inhaling sharply through your nostrils. You tried to ignore the searing pain, to know the pleasure of being filled, to focus on finally being one with the boy you loved.

"Bear with me, koishii," He whispered, his feverish lips brushing against your own. Aomine, too, was striving to control his arousal. He held you close to him, his fingers and palms leaving their marks on your flushed skin.

When the pain abated, you assured him with a small smile. "I'm okay. Please, go on."

The concern never leaving his eyes, he began to move his hips at a slow tempo. Eventually, the rolling of his hips grew faster, becoming surging movements. Aomine still retained control, watching your features closely to make sure he wasn't causing you unnecessary pain. As time passed, your sharp gasps subsided when he rammed into you and your pain dispersed completely into pleasure.

Each thrust added to the taut coil you felt in the pit of your stomach. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity up your spine. Each thrust brought you closer to the brink of something alien to you.

There it was again. That shattering feeling you'd felt earlier. Except this time, it was multiplied by the sensation of Aomine's male flesh inside you. You moaned, low and deep, and he was lost.

Blindly, he drove into you, watching you as you came undone--lips parted, eyes closed in ecstasy. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your heated flesh tightening madly around his. You could feel as Aomine's member swelled inside you, signifying how near he was to his own release.

"I'm close," He grunted, his hands on your hips, fingers digging into your softness.

"I'm safe today," You murmured as your mind-blowing high lost its edge. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you looked into his fervent eyes. "You can come inside."

His breathing erratic, he dove into sweet oblivion with a final stroke. He groaned sharply, the entirety of his muscled body tensing as his erection pulsed inside you. "[Y/N]," He moaned your name, pressing himself against you so strongly, a sweet ache began within your body.

Still in a hazy state from your orgasms, you both laid still, his body covering yours. His head was on your shoulder, his face buried against the side of your neck. You were both still trying to catch your breath, still trying to figure out what this all meant now.

"Happy birthday, Aomine-kun," You spoke in-between heavy respirations. "This was my birthday gift for you."

He chuckled, and you could feel his lips forming a smile against the side of your neck. "That means you still owe me another gift. Because I just gave you my first time, too."

"Wh-what?" You looked at him as he lifted his head to face you. "This was your first time?"

"Yeah," He blushed, and it made the butterflies rampage in your stomach. "How did I do?"

"That's..." You weren't sure how to answer him. "I don't have any comparisons to be able to say."

"And you better not find any comparisons," He said seriously, his gaze intensifying. "You're mine, and mine only."

"Okay. The same goes to you, then," You smiled and planted a fleeting kiss on his lips. "Oh, and can I be honest and say that I'm terrible girlfriend material...? I forgot today was your birthday."

"I don't care, as long as you don't leave me." His lips sought yours again. A moment later, he withdrew and said, "How about you start calling me by my given name. In private and in public. That's all I'm asking for."

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A/N: He's so smexy. Sigh.