Ship: Momoi Satsuki/Aida Riko, Aomine Daiki/Momoi Satsuki Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Original Work:here by garciraki Word Count: 595
Backstory of this line: the time that he had gotten too, too drunk at that party, for the time that he had left bruises on Satsuki's wrists, dark purple standing out against creamy white, for the time that he'd kissed and groped her as she tried to break free from his grip, tried to tell him to wait until they weren't in public.
Warnings for alcohol, sexual assault, partner abuse, violence, people being assholes who don’t intervene.
*whispers softly* Girls defending/avenging each other is the best thing. The best.
***
The party’s noisy and chaotic, basketball boys all unwinding during one of the short breaks they have. They’re holding it at Kagami’s house - no parents around to spoil the fun - and everyone’s jammed into the rooms, spilling out onto the sidewalk and into the garden when it gets too hot and noisy inside.
Riko’s had three (or four, if you count the shot and shots are so tiny she doesn’t) drinks but she’s keeping an eye out for her boys so it won’t be more than that. She’s got to make sure none of them do anything stupid and get themselves injured - or worse, get their hearts broken.
Heartbreak isn’t something Riko can fix but a broken arm after a drunken tumble down the steps isn’t a minor injury either. She’s already steered Izuki away from the pool twice (he’s far too drunk to swim) and fished Mitobe’s car keys out of the couch where they landed when he did an enthusiastic strip tease. Kiyoshi’s hit on her, made the right noises about wanting to get back together, missing what they had, but she knows it’s the alcohol talking and she steered him gently in the direction of the kitchen instead where she knows Hyuuga’s having a wrestling contest with the fridge. She’s not sure how that works (or how Hyuuga’s losing) but she is sure Hyuuga’s the best company for Kiyoshi right now.
“Dai-chan,” Satsuki pleads, her voice a little breathless and tight. Riko’s head turns towards the sound immediately. Satsuki’s not at Seirin, Satsuki’s not her girl (she’s Aomine’s girl and the thought is bitter as arsenic, the words souring her mouth every time she speaks them) but Satsuki is her friend.
Satsuki’s on a couch with Aomine, pulled down on his lap. He’s got one arm around her waist, holding her in place with his fingers wrapped around her wrist to keep her trapped and his other hand’s cupping her breasts and squeezing.
“Dai-chan, stop! We’re in public!” The high note of reproof in Satsuki’s voice is part panic, Riko knows, and she starts to make her way towards them as Aomine nuzzles his face against her neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells Satsuki, loud enough to be heard even over the ambient note. “Your tits are just like Mai-chan’s. Except better because I get to touch them.”
He squeezes again, then tries to clumsily shove his hand under the necklace of her blouse.
“Dai-chan!” Satsuki squirms, her eyes wide and wild. Nobody else is trying to stop Aomine. They’re drunk enough to either not pay attention or they’re not taking Satsuki seriously, just like Aomine isn’t. In her haste to get to them, Riko kicks a boy in the back of his knee just so he’l move.
“Stop,” Satsuki says, sliding into her negotiating voice. “Stop, later Dai-chan, we can do this later when we aren’t in public.”
“Want to do you in public,” Aomine mutters, knuckles pressing visibly against Satsuki’s shirt as he twisted his hand under the cloth, still groping Satsuki. “Want everyone to see how hot you are, Satsuki. Love you--”
Satsuki’s slap echoes around the room like a cymbal crash and Riko stops dead. Aomine’s hands fall away from Satsuki and she’s off his lap in a second, straightening her blouse and pulling her skirt hem down.
She storms off, the crowd parting for her like rabbits before a lioness and Riko follows.
Riko’ll make Aomine pay for this later. Her first priority is (and always will be) making sure that Satsuki’s okay.
FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M
Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by
Word Count: 595
Backstory of this line: the time that he had gotten too, too drunk at that party, for the time that he had left bruises on Satsuki's wrists, dark purple standing out against creamy white, for the time that he'd kissed and groped her as she tried to break free from his grip, tried to tell him to wait until they weren't in public.
Warnings for alcohol, sexual assault, partner abuse, violence, people being assholes who don’t intervene.
*whispers softly* Girls defending/avenging each other is the best thing. The best.
***
The party’s noisy and chaotic, basketball boys all unwinding during one of the short breaks they have. They’re holding it at Kagami’s house - no parents around to spoil the fun - and everyone’s jammed into the rooms, spilling out onto the sidewalk and into the garden when it gets too hot and noisy inside.
Riko’s had three (or four, if you count the shot and shots are so tiny she doesn’t) drinks but she’s keeping an eye out for her boys so it won’t be more than that. She’s got to make sure none of them do anything stupid and get themselves injured - or worse, get their hearts broken.
Heartbreak isn’t something Riko can fix but a broken arm after a drunken tumble down the steps isn’t a minor injury either. She’s already steered Izuki away from the pool twice (he’s far too drunk to swim) and fished Mitobe’s car keys out of the couch where they landed when he did an enthusiastic strip tease. Kiyoshi’s hit on her, made the right noises about wanting to get back together, missing what they had, but she knows it’s the alcohol talking and she steered him gently in the direction of the kitchen instead where she knows Hyuuga’s having a wrestling contest with the fridge. She’s not sure how that works (or how Hyuuga’s losing) but she is sure Hyuuga’s the best company for Kiyoshi right now.
“Dai-chan,” Satsuki pleads, her voice a little breathless and tight. Riko’s head turns towards the sound immediately. Satsuki’s not at Seirin, Satsuki’s not her girl (she’s Aomine’s girl and the thought is bitter as arsenic, the words souring her mouth every time she speaks them) but Satsuki is her friend.
Satsuki’s on a couch with Aomine, pulled down on his lap. He’s got one arm around her waist, holding her in place with his fingers wrapped around her wrist to keep her trapped and his other hand’s cupping her breasts and squeezing.
“Dai-chan, stop! We’re in public!” The high note of reproof in Satsuki’s voice is part panic, Riko knows, and she starts to make her way towards them as Aomine nuzzles his face against her neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells Satsuki, loud enough to be heard even over the ambient note. “Your tits are just like Mai-chan’s. Except better because I get to touch them.”
He squeezes again, then tries to clumsily shove his hand under the necklace of her blouse.
“Dai-chan!” Satsuki squirms, her eyes wide and wild. Nobody else is trying to stop Aomine. They’re drunk enough to either not pay attention or they’re not taking Satsuki seriously, just like Aomine isn’t. In her haste to get to them, Riko kicks a boy in the back of his knee just so he’l move.
“Stop,” Satsuki says, sliding into her negotiating voice. “Stop, later Dai-chan, we can do this later when we aren’t in public.”
“Want to do you in public,” Aomine mutters, knuckles pressing visibly against Satsuki’s shirt as he twisted his hand under the cloth, still groping Satsuki. “Want everyone to see how hot you are, Satsuki. Love you--”
Satsuki’s slap echoes around the room like a cymbal crash and Riko stops dead. Aomine’s hands fall away from Satsuki and she’s off his lap in a second, straightening her blouse and pulling her skirt hem down.
She storms off, the crowd parting for her like rabbits before a lioness and Riko follows.
Riko’ll make Aomine pay for this later. Her first priority is (and always will be) making sure that Satsuki’s okay.