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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Aomine_Daiki/Kuroko_Tetsuya/Momoi_Satsuki, Aomine_Daiki/Kuroko_Tetsuya,
      Aomine_Daiki/Momoi_Satsuki, Kuroko_Tetsuya/Momoi_Satsuki
  Character:
      Aomine_Daiki, Kuroko_Tetsuya, Momoi_Satsuki
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_F/M/M, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Femdom, Dom/sub_Undertones,
      guest_star_Kise_Ryouta
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-09 Words: 3561
****** Stacking by Three ******
by electrostatics
Summary
     The eternal question, answered: Who's on top?
          "Dunno what yer talkin' 'bout," Aomine says, managing to
          speak around the fries stuffed in his mouth. "Just 'cause
          you and yer senpai have that kind of relationship, it's not
          like that with Satsuki and Tetsu."
          "Oh." Kise nods. "It's fun, though! You should try it!"
Notes
     For cureelliott, who wanted Aomine/Momoi/Kuroko porn.
"Aominecchi ... who's on top?"
Aomine almost spits out the soft drink all over the table but manages to
swallow, the carbonated beverage burning all the way down his throat into his
stomach. "--the fuck, Kise?!"
"You know," Kise says, like Aomine does 'know' these things, "who's on top.
With you and Momoicchi and Kurokocchi?"
Aomine glowers and starts eating the fries in front of him with vigor. Maji
Burger has always made the fries too salty, but right now, he wants nothing
more than to delay this conversation with Kise. Meanwhile, Kise lazily pushes
his salad around the little plastic box it came in. The bastard has barely
touched it. "Dunno what yer talkin' 'bout," Aomine says, managing to speak
around the fries stuffed in his mouth. "Just 'cause you and yer senpai have
that kind of relationship, it's not like that with Satsuki and Tetsu."
"Oh." Kise nods. "It's fun, though! You should try it!"
"Maybe," Aomine says, begrudgingly. If he humors Kise this one time, maybe Kise
will stop pushing the topic.
Kise brightens. "Ohh, so you wish it were like that, huh? Huh?" He leans over
the table and winks. "I can give you tips, Aominecchi! I can even talk to
Momoi-san and Kurokocchi for you!"
"No!" Aomine pushes Kise's face away, swallowing all the fries in his mouth.
"Don't talk to Satsuki and Tetsu!"
Kise rolls his eyes. "Aominecchi is only fun on the court."
Aomine is about to punch him in the face when Momoi and Kuroko show up at that
exact moment at the Maji Burger, waving from the outside. Momoi is carrying
several paper bags, all with brand names plastered on the side.
"Dai-chan!" Momoi says, poking her head into the shop. "Time to go home! Tetsu-
kun and I finished shopping!"
"Okay, okay," Aomine says. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He gathers his little
paper trays and wrappers and tosses them into the bin behind him. "Seeya later,
Kise."
"Have fun, Aominecchi!" Kise's smile is blinding, like a million light-bulbs
all turned on at once. Aomine hopes that Kise dies slowly and painfully one
day, preferably in front of Aomine.
Aomine glowers and starts to say something, but Momoi yanks him out of the shop
and says, "C'mon, Dai-chan! I want to go home!"
"Yes, me too," Kuroko says, and Aomine sees the impatience in Kuroko's
shoulders, the tension in the way his fingers grip the strap. "Momoi-san and I
went around a lot of stores today and bought a lot of clothes."
"I tried them all on." Momoi smiles, wickedly. "With Tetsu-kun in the dressing
room."
Aomine shudders. Oh.
So it's like that.
*
The train back to Aomine's apartment is crowded with people shifting and
shuffling everywhere. With Kuroko's misdirection and Momoi's intel, they manage
to get the last two seats available on the train, but Aomine has to stand in
the small, cramped space in front of them.
"This is so uncool," Aomine sighs.
Momoi pats his thigh lovingly. "Hang in there, Dai-chan," she says. "Tetsu-kun
hung on all morning!"
"It was terrible," Kuroko says, flatly. Aomine's not sure if he's being
sarcastic or not. Seeing Momoi strip naked every time she tried on new clothes-
-Aomine's not sure if he would describe that as 'terrible.' "She wouldn't let
me touch her."
Oh. Well. "That is terrible," Aomine says.
The hand on his hip travels over the front of his thigh to the inside, and
Aomine freezes. He glances to either side of them, but the one on Momoi's left
is sleeping and the passenger on Kuroko's right is reading a book and listening
to their mp3 player with headphones on.
"Don't move, Dai-chan," Momoi whispers. She trails her hand up, touching
Aomine's crotch, and Aomine grips the handle tight enough to hurt.
"People are gonna look," Aomine says out of the side of his mouth. He's started
sweating. "Come on..." Momoi removes her hand, to his relief, but then she
slides her hand under his basketball shorts, running her hand along his inner
thigh, and Aomine's knees buckle a little.
"Maybe you should do it, Tetsu-kun," Momoi says.
Kuroko stands and stands behind Aomine, and Aomine tries not to jump when he
feels Kuroko touching his ass. "Ah, Aomine-kun's ass is always so nice and
firm," Kuroko says quietly into his back.
Aomine's face burns. "The fuck are you saying," he hisses between his teeth. He
prays that no one is looking over, but he knows what will happen if he checks.
Someone will notice him looking around furtively, and then they'll discover a
giant, 192 centimeters tall man with a hard-on hovering in front of a pink-
haired girl.
"I'm saying that I like touching Aomine-kun." Kuroko is squeezing his ass,
kneading it, and when he kisses Aomine's back, Aomine wants to die. This isn't
happening, he thinks, this is definitely not happening. His stealthy, phantom
boyfriend is not groping him on the train while his girlfriend watches and
smiles slyly.
So not happening. Not to him. Not to Aomine Daiki.
"Aomine-kun is being such a good boy," Kuroko says. "You're not moving or even
making a sound."
Aomine bites his lip. It really is happening. "Tetsu, Satsuki ... This is
really unfair."
"Aww." Momoi laughs. "Poor Dai-chan." She reaches out and caresses the back of
his erection with her hand. Aomine feels as though she's sucker-punched him in
the gut. "But you're doing so well. I'll make sure to reward you when we get
home, okay?"
Aomine swallows the protest in his throat.
*
The moment they get inside his apartment, Momoi pins him to the door. She pulls
his face down, closing the thirty centimeters between them. Out of the corner
of his eye, Aomine sees Kuroko placing the bags on the couch, one hand
unbuttoning his shirt.
Aomine is really, really glad his parents are absent more often than not.
"Pay attention to me," Momoi says, patting his cheek. "Don't be a bad boy."
"I'm not trying to be. Tetsu's just being distracting." Most people would
normally pass over Kuroko, but Aomine can appreciate Kuroko's lean muscle. It's
not that he's weak so much as he's just deceptively small for a basketball
player.
Momoi's body heat moves and Aomine glances back at her. She's stepping away
from him towards Kuroko, whose hand she takes and drags to Aomine's bedroom.
"Hey! Wait up!" Aomine follows after them, only taking a couple paces to catch
up. "Don't leave me outta this, Satsuki."
Momoi doesn't say anything as she tugs Kuroko into the bedroom. She pins him
down on the bed and kisses him, too, her tongue sliding over his lips. He opens
up beneath her and embraces her. Aomine stops in the doorway and leans against
the frame.
Even now, after they've been doing this for so long, Aomine is always surprised
by his non-jealousy. Maybe it's the constant reassurance that Momoi and Kuroko
do love him, that they always will and always have been supporting him--whether
or not he knew it. But Aomine doesn't feel resentful, watching Momoi slip her
hand to Kuroko's crotch and palm his hard cock. Really, all it does is make his
dick harder, his whole body heating up in response.
He starts to go over there, to touch, but Momoi holds up her hand without even
looking toward him. He stops. "No," Momoi whispers against Kuroko's neck. "Dai-
chan was bad, so Dai-chan doesn't get to play right now."
Aomine hesitates, but Kuroko looks at him too. Aomine almost flinches. There's
actual anger in those eyes. "Momoi-san is right," Kuroko says. Even though his
voice is a little thick, he still sounds scary. "You were bad, Aomine-kun."
Fuck. Aomine stops where he is, halfway between the door and the bed, his cock
so hard he thinks he's going to come, right there, standing--without anyone
even having to touch him.
Momoi slides down the bed onto the ground. She undoes the belt and the fly on
Kuroko's pants and smiles at the wide-eyed look Kuroko is giving her. "I sorta
wanna blow Tetsu-kun," Momoi says, as she pulls down Kuroko's underwear and
pants. "But don't you think that's a little cruel to Dai-chan?"
"Maybe," Kuroko says. "But please, Momoi-san..."
"Come on," Aomine says. "Satsuki, don't make me stand here and wait. I want to
participate too."
Momoi licks her lips, and then she takes the head of Kuroko's cock in her
mouth. Kuroko groans, bucking his hips into her mouth, and she holds his hips
down. Aomine's erection twitches. When he glances down, he can see the wet spot
on the front of his basketball shorts. Just how many has he gone through this
week already...
Aomine feels the air turn hot, humid--so wet. With all the sex he's been
having, he can't believe he still wants more. His tongue is leaden in his mouth
and he swallows the saliva in his mouth as Momoi bobs her head up and down on
Kuroko's cock. He's not sure what he wants to do. He wants to kneel between
Kuroko's legs, too, lick his thighs, worship his cock; he wants Momoi or Kuroko
to blow him, so he can stroke their hair--fuck their mouths.
Aomine whimpers and says, again, "Satsuki, please."
Kuroko sighs a little as Momoi stops. "Momoi-san, who are you being cruel to
now..."
There's precum dripping down Momoi's chin. Aomine wants so desperately to walk
over there and kiss her, taste Kuroko in her mouth--touch her breasts.
Momoi sits up and looks at him. Her jacket is a little bit undone, and she
pulls it all the way down, shrugging out of it. "What do you want, Dai-chan?"
What doesn't he want to do? "Fuck your breasts," he says.
"Ohhh, that's too bad," Momoi says, pulling her shirt and unclasping her bra.
"That's not what I want you to do." She smiles as Aomine's eyes follow her
hands to her skirt, which she unzips and tosses to the ground. "I want this--
" She wraps one hand around Kuroko and starts jacking him of "--inside of Dai-
chan."
"R-really?" Aomine stares at Kuroko, who stares right back at him, his eyes
half-lidded with lust. It's nothing that they haven't tried before, but that
isn't very often. Momoi likes to have them both inside of her, or she likes to
fuck one of them with the strap-on while they blow the remaining person--but
Aomine rarely remembers a time when Kuroko is inside of him. The height
difference makes it awkward.
"It's okay if you don't want to," Kuroko says.
"I want to," Aomine says. He walks over to the bed and stretches out next to
Kuroko. "I want you to fuck me, Tetsu."
Kuroko licks his lips, just a little, but it's enough to make Aomine's whole
body thrum and shake with excitement. The more he thinks about it, the more fun
this will be.
Momoi taps Aomine's shoulder. "Get on your back." She pats the pillow next to
her and Aomine crawls over and rolls onto his back. "I'm going to ride your
face, too."
Aomine grins.
"It's your special treat," Momoi says. "You made up for being bad."
"I could always use some positive reinforcement." Aomine watches as Momoi pulls
her lacy panties off, and he stares at her hairless crotch. She's already so
wet, the cum spread out on her thighs. He wants to lean over and lick it up
right now, get his face covered in come--
Aomine jumps a little when he feels Kuroko pulling his boxers off.
"You have to earn your treat first," Momoi says, winking. "Tetsu-kun has to
fuck you."
"All right, all right," Aomine says. He reaches over to the bedside drawer and
pulls out a bottle of lube, which he tosses to Kuroko. "Hurry up, Tetsu."
"Your reward can be taken away any time, Aomine-kun." Kuroko nudges Aomine's
legs apart, and Aomine obliges, spreading his legs outward. "So be a good boy
like you are now."
When Kuroko presses one finger inside of him, Aomine winces a little. "Too
dry."
"Sorry," Kuroko says. The next time Kuroko tries, it's much wetter. It feels
nicer, too. But Kuroko seems to be just as much in a rush as Aomine, because
before Aomine can tell him that he's ready for two fingers, Kuroko pushes three
well-lubed fingers inside of Aomine and strokes his prostrate. He thrusts
inside of Aomine twice.
Aomine gasps and tries to thrust back against Kuroko's fingers, to get more
inside of him, but Momoi straddles his chest and pushes his hips down. Her
long, expansive back hangs in front of him, obscuring his view of Momoi and
Kuroko.
"Don't kiss while you have your fingers in my ass," Aomine grumbles.
Kuroko starts to curl his fingers in towards his palm, and Aomine makes an
embarrassing noise--half-whimper, half-groan. "Don't be petty," Kuroko says,
his voice floating over Momoi's shoulders. "It's not becoming of you, Aomine-
kun." He relaxes his fingers and Aomine makes a mental note to ask Momoi or
Kuroko to do that again later.
"I waited so long," Aomine says.
Momoi looks at him over her shoulder. "You'll wait longer, if you have to," she
snaps.
Aomine shuts up. Momoi doesn't move from his chest, and he wishes she would. He
wants to touch her breasts, flick her nipples--watch as she arches into his
chest and murmurs his name. Or even just to look at Kuroko prepare him.
"I think you're good," Kuroko says. Aomine tries not to complain when Kuroko
removes his fingers, leaving him empty and cold. "Don't worry, Aomine-kun."
Kuroko's voice hitches and Aomine can only imagine what Momoi is looking at:
Kuroko stroking himself to coat his cock in lube.
It's so unfair--the objects of his many fantasies are sitting here, in front of
him, and he can't even really look at them. Aomine thinks this must be what
hell is like, being forced to wait patiently for your turn.
Aomine shifts his hips a little when he feels Kuroko's cock slip inside him,
just a little. "More, Tetsu..."
Momoi sits next to Aomine and she slides her hand over his chest, wiping up the
come she left behind, and places her fingers on Aomine's lips. "Suck," she
orders.
Aomine obliges. Anything to taste her come. He tries to suck harder, sees the
come sitting on her knuckles and wishes she would let him lick her whole hand,
but Kuroko banishes that thought when he starts fucking Aomine, his hands
holding Aomine's hips. All Aomine feels, thinks, wants, needs now is the
numbing pleasure his body feels as he tries to get more, more of Kuroko inside
of him, to make Kuroko fuck him harder until he doesn't know anything else.
"Aomine-kun is so tight," Kuroko moans, and Aomine whimpers around Momoi's
fingers, reaching behind to grip the headboard so he can try to fuck back.
"It's so hot."
Momoi removes her fingers from his mouth and grabs the headboard. "You've been
a really good boy," she says. "I think I should reward you now, instead of
later." She smiles. "What do you think, Dai-chan?"
He's so tired of waiting. "Please," he says, and then when Momoi doesn't move,
he says, "Satsuki, please, please, let me lick you," and his voice breaks as
Kuroko quickens his pace.
"Such a good boy," Satsuki says. She throws one leg over to the other side and
lowers her vulva to his face, until Aomine can't see, smell--taste--anything
else but her taste on his tongue.
Aomine slips his tongue inside of her and moans a little. When Aomine first
started having sex, he hadn't liked doing this, with vulvae or dicks. It tasted
weird, felt strange--but now. Now Aomine can't get enough of the way Momoi
shudders and fucks herself on his tongue, the way she reaches down with one
hand and grabs his hair, forcing his face against her, her thighs shuddering
around him. It's so good, she tastes so good, Aomine doesn't know if it's just
their relationship, or if he's changed, but he doesn't care. Waiting--for this-
-was worth it.
Kuroko grips Aomine's hip with one hand, his other hand strokes Aomine's cock;
it's awkward and sweaty, Kuroko's hand slipping flat against his stomach, but
when Aomine imagines what that must look like, Kuroko doing his best to make
him feel good, Aomine groans deep in his throat. He's not sure what to focus
on; Momoi in front of him, or Kuroko inside of him. His whole body feels too
hot, his muscles tense, the precum dripping onto his stomach with all the
desire pooling deep in his belly.
"Aomine-kun is squeezing me so tightly," Kuroko says. "Are you going to come?"
"You can come, Dai-chan," Momoi says.
Aomine doesn't need her permission, but just--somehow, just the sound of her
voice, telling him that it's okay while she fucks his mouth, Kuroko fucking him
deeply, what that must look like to someone on the outside--
Aomine's vision goes white and he groans against Momoi. He tries to get more of
Kuroko inside of him, to make him fuck him harder while he comes, and, vaguely,
he hears Kuroko mumble something, and then Kuroko's fingers, digging into his
sides, and something wet dripping down his thighs.
Aomine's body feels gooey and his muscles feel sore like he's practiced for
hours and hours and hours. He wants to pass out right now, just say fuck it to
homework or anything, but Momoi hasn't come yet, so he leans up, shifts until
he can suck on Momoi's clit.
"Oh! Dai-chan!" Momoi whimpers, the hold on his hair tightening, and he keeps
sucking, licking the folds of her labia, feeling her come drip down onto his
chin. Her hips shake and gyrate against him. Despite himself, he feels his cock
twitching again as she gasps out his name, "Dai-chan, oh, Dai-chan, that's so
nice ..."
Momoi freezes suddenly, the grip on his hair so hard he's almost worried about
losing some hair, and Aomine is rewarded with her come, salty and sticky on his
tongue and face.
Momoi slumps over him, breathing hard, before she moves and rolls to his side.
"That was so nice, Dai-chan," she murmurs, snuggling in the crook of his arm.
"Hey, Tetsu," Aomine says, watching as Kuroko slips down between Aomine's legs.
"What are you doing ..."
Aomine's not sure, but he swears he sees a smirk on Kuroko's face as he kisses
Aomine's inner thighs. His little mouth sucks little bruises on his dark skin,
and finally he starts licking Aomine's asshole.
Aomine can only gasp out a broken "Te--tsu," as Kuroko licks his own come out
of Aomine. Momoi strokes his face and kisses the side of his mouth, her big,
pink eyes sparkling mischievously at him.
"Tetsu-kun is so nice to you," Momoi says. "He's cleaning you up."
Aomine turns his head and kisses her mouth weakly. Rather, all he's doing is
breathing raggedly onto her face and struggling to keep his eyes open.
He feels Kuroko settle onto the empty space beside him and place his head in
Aomine's armpit. "Tastes like vanilla," he says.
"That's disgusting, Tetsu," Aomine says, but he relaxes back into the bed and
closes his eyes. "You know, Kise asked me a funny question before you guys
came."
"Really..." Momoi sounds half-asleep already.
"He asked me who's on top," Aomine says.
"It's not you," Kuroko says.
Aomine is way too tired to hit him, so he settles for kissing Kuroko's forehead
instead.
*
The moment Aomine enters the Maji Burger, Kise bursts out laughing.
"Aominecchi, you're a changed man, aren't you," Kise says. He's eaten half his
salad already.
Aomine ignores him and stands in line for usual teriyaki burger special. When
he sits down, Kise already has a second salad. "How did you get that?" Aomine
asks. His stomach growls at the scent of the teriyaki burger wafting into his
nose.
"Oh," Kise says. "The cashier gives me extras because I signed her copy of GQ."
"You really piss me off, you know?" Aomine snaps at his burger in large chunks.
"I knew you were the bottom," Kise says gleefully.
"What?!" Aomine would throw his burger at Kise if he weren't so invested in
having it in his mouth. "Don't piss me off more than usual, Kise!"
"It's so obvious," Kise says. "Kurokocchi would never let you boss him around,
and Momoicchi is Momoicchi, so that just leaves you. On the bottom."
Aomine is starting to think that Kise's face covered in burgers would be a much
more pleasurable than eating the burger.
"Kasamacchi and I had a bet," Kise continues blithely. "I get five bucks if
you're a bottom."
Aomine slams his burger back down onto the tray, teriyaki sauce flying
everywhere. "You fucking bet on my position in bed?!"
The whole restaurant is silent.
Aomine sinks into his seat and nibbles at his burger. "Anyway," he mumbles, "I
guess you were right. It is fun to be bossed around."
"I guess Aominecchi can be fun outside the court, too," Kise allows, and Aomine
regrets ever opening his mouth in the first place.
Kise is going to lord it over him for the rest of his life, and he's not even
wrong.
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