Kagami and Aomine - Threesome

The rooftop victory party is in full swing — loud music thumping, lights flashing, students laughing and shouting after the team’s insane comeback win in the Inter-High finals. Kagami and Aomine had pushed each other hard in the final quarter, turning the game into a raw, sweat-drenched battle between teammates that led the school to victory. Now the whole place is buzzing with celebration, and the air feels electric.

You’re standing near the edge of the rooftop in that sleek black dress that clings to every curve, especially your full, heavy tits.

Aomine spots you first. He’s leaning against the railing with that lazy, predatory grin, navy hair messy, teal eyes locked shamelessly on your chest. He elbows Kagami hard.

“Fuck me… look at the girl in the black dress over there,” Aomine says, voice low and rough, not caring who hears. “Those tits are goddamn insane. Way too perfect to be hiding in that dress. I’ve been staring since she walked in. Bet they’d feel even better bouncing while I fuck her raw right now.”

Kagami’s face instantly heats up. His red hair is still a little wild from the game, and he crosses his arms tight over his chest, trying to play it cool even though his eyes keep flicking to you with clear hunger. He’s thinking filthy thoughts — imagining how that elegant composure would crack if he got his hands on you — but he forces a scowl instead.

“Shut up, you perverted bastard,” Kagami growls, shoving Aomine’s shoulder. “She’s not just some pair of tits. Have some damn respect. She looks… nice. Really nice in that dress.” He pauses, jaw tight, clearly fighting the urge to say more. Inside, he’s already picturing pinning you down, but he adds roughly, “Besides, we just won the whole damn tournament. You should be celebrating the game, not drooling like an animal.”

Aomine laughs, deep and cocky, already pushing off the railing and walking straight toward you. “Celebrating? Hell yeah I’m celebrating. And that girl right there is the best prize on this roof. Those tits are begging for attention after watching us sweat it out on the court all day.”

Kagami curses under his breath and storms after him immediately, refusing to let Aomine get there first. “Oi! Don’t you dare—!”

They reach you almost at the same time, crowding your space with their tall, athletic frames still carrying the heat from the game.

Aomine leans in first, voice dropping into something dirty and rough, eyes never leaving your chest. “Hey. You saw that game? We destroyed them in the end. But right now all I can think about is how good those fat tits would look spilling out of that black dress while I bend you over somewhere private. What do you say, beautiful? Wanna slip away and let me show you how a real winner fucks?”

Kagami shoulders Aomine aside a bit, cheeks flushed darker now. He’s trying hard to keep his tone somewhat decent, but his voice comes out rough and impulsive anyway, eyes burning as he looks at you. “Ignore this idiot… he’s always like this. You looked good out here tonight. The way that dress fits you… shit.” He scratches the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed but too turned on to stop. “We both played our asses off today. If you want, we could… find a quieter spot. Just to talk. Or whatever.”

Aomine smirks wider, not backing down an inch, his hand already brushing lightly against your arm. “Yeah, ‘talk’. Sure. Bet I can make you scream louder than this music in under five minutes. Kagami here can watch and learn how it’s done.”

The two of them are standing close now, tension thick between their rivalry and obvious desire, the party noise fading into the background as they wait for your reaction.

(After you laugh softly and agree to “just talk” somewhere quieter…)

Aomine’s smirk turns sharp and hungry the second the words leave your mouth. “Good choice.” Without wasting another second, he grabs your wrist with a firm, rough grip and starts pulling you through the crowd toward the dimly lit hallway that leads to the private lounges reserved for the team.

Kagami’s eyes widen for a split second, but the heat in them only flares hotter. He steps up on your other side, his larger hand settling possessively on the small of your back as he walks with you, voice low and rough even as he tries to sound casual. “Yeah… just talk. That’s all.” But the way his fingers press a little too firmly against you says otherwise.

They guide you away from the noisy party, down the corridor, and push open the door to one of the empty VIP lounges. The room is dimly lit with soft couches, a low table, and thick curtains that muffle the music outside. The second the door clicks shut behind the three of you, the atmosphere shifts.

Aomine doesn’t even pretend anymore. He backs you up against the nearest wall, teal eyes dark with lust as he towers over you, one hand already sliding up to boldly grope one of your heavy tits through the black dress. “Fuck talking,” he growls roughly, voice thick. “Been dying to get my hands on these since I saw you. So full and soft… gonna make them bounce while I fuck you stupid.”

Kagami shuts the door and locks it with a quick twist, breathing heavier now. He moves in from the other side, trying for half a second to keep up the act. “Aomine, you’re such a damn animal…” But his own control snaps fast. He leans in, rough fingers brushing your short hair back as he captures your mouth in a heated, impulsive kiss, then pulls back just enough to mutter against your lips, voice strained with barely-held restraint, “Shit… I tried to be decent about it. But seeing you in this dress… I want you bad. Real bad.”

The two have you sandwiched between them now — Aomine’s rough hands kneading and squeezing your tits without shame, Kagami’s passionate grip on your waist pulling you closer while he fights the urge to be too gentle. Their bodies are still warm from the game, rivalry sparking even here as Aomine smirks at Kagami over your shoulder. “Told you she wasn’t here for talking. Your move, hothead — or are you just gonna watch me take her first?”

Kagami glares back, but his hands are already roaming. “Like hell. She deserves better than your selfish ass.”

They’re both waiting, breathing hard, clearly ready to escalate the moment you react.

The school building is almost completely silent this late at night, the hallways dark except for the soft glow of emergency lights. You’re up on the rooftop because student council duties ran long again — you stayed behind to finish organizing the paperwork and schedules for the upcoming basketball club events after the Inter-High tournament. The cool breeze feels nice after hours at a desk, and the quiet view of the empty campus is the only reason you haven’t headed home yet.

Down on the outdoor court, the rhythmic thud of a basketball finally stops. Daiki Aomine and Taiga Kagami just wrapped up another one of their brutal after-hours one-on-one sessions — the kind they do when the rest of the team has gone home, pushing each other until they’re both drenched in sweat and breathing hard. Their jerseys stick to their chests as they grab their bags and head up the stairs to the rooftop to cool down before changing.

Aomine reaches the top first, towel slung over one shoulder, messy navy hair damp and sticking to his forehead. His teal eyes find you instantly and drop straight to your chest with zero shame, that lazy smirk pulling at his lips.

“Shit… didn’t expect company,” Aomine says, voice low and rough as he leans against the railing, staring openly at your tits. “Look at you, still here this late. Those tits look even better under the moonlight. Heavy as hell… been thinking about how they’d feel in my hands the whole damn practice.”

Kagami comes up right behind him, red hair messy from the game, wiping sweat off his neck with the back of his hand. He spots you and his intense red eyes flicker with surprise, then something hotter. He’s always noticed how elegant and put-together you stay, even when everyone else is exhausted — it gets under his skin in the best way. He tries to keep it together, arms crossed tight over his chest.

“Shut the hell up, Aomine,” Kagami growls, shoving Aomine's shoulder roughly. “She’s not here for your dirty mouth. She’s student council — probably busting her ass on tournament stuff while we were just messing around.” He glances at you again, voice rough but a little more restrained. “You okay? It’s pretty late. Didn’t think anyone else would still be around after all that council work you do for us.”

Aomine chuckles, low and cocky, already stepping closer without caring. “Council work, huh? That’s cute. But those tits are the real highlight of my night. All elegant and composed up here while we’re sweating like animals down there… makes me wanna mess you up a little.” He stops a step away, eyes dark. “What’s the plan? You heading home soon, or you got more paperwork to suffer through?”

Kagami follows immediately, refusing to let Aomine take the lead. He stands on your other side, jaw tight, trying to sound decent even though the heat in his eyes is obvious. “Yeah… it’s late. You shouldn’t walk out alone this time of night.” He scratches the back of his neck, impulsive but holding back. “The locker room downstairs is empty. Showers are still on if you wanna… I don’t know, cool off or just sit somewhere that’s not the roof. We could walk you there first. Just talk or whatever. No pressure.”

Aomine smirks wider, letting out a low, knowing laugh like he’s in on some private joke. He glances sideways at Kagami, teal eyes gleaming with amusement, then turns that smirk directly on you. “So… you coming with us or nah?”

The living room at Aomine’s house is dimly lit by a single lamp and the glow from a few scattered phones. It’s the third late-night study session this week for the massive Grade 12 history project — the one that makes up 40% of the final grade. The teacher paired the three of you together because Kagami and Aomine have been too busy with basketball to keep up, and you’re the only one actually getting the work done. Textbooks, notebooks, and half-empty snack bags are spread across the coffee table.

You’re sitting comfortably on the couch between them, still looking composed even after hours of work. Aomine is sprawled lazily on your right, long legs stretched out, yawning widely as he pretends to stare at his notes.

Aomine’s sharp teal eyes drift down to your chest again. In his head he thinks, Fuck… how the hell am I supposed to concentrate with those right there? So fucking full and soft-looking… He yawns again, voice low and rough with that signature cocky drawl when he finally speaks aloud. “This history crap is killing me. All these dates and emperors… my brain’s fried. Been staring at the same paragraph for ten minutes and I still got nothing.”

Kagami shoots him a glare, his intense red eyes narrowing. He’s always noticed how elegant you are — calm, put-together, and graceful even when the two of them are acting like idiots after basketball practice. It drives him crazy in the best way. He crosses his arms tight over his chest, trying to stay focused.

“Shut the hell up, Aomine,” Kagami growls, kicking Aomine's foot. “This project is 40% of our final grade and she’s the only reason we’re not completely screwed. She’s been explaining this Meiji Restoration stuff perfectly while we’ve been sweating it out on the court every day.” He turns to you, voice rough but carrying a hint of genuine appreciation as he scratches the back of his neck. “Seriously… you make this way easier. And you still look so put-together and elegant even this late at night. It’s impressive.”

Aomine chuckles lowly, not even pretending to look at his notes anymore. His gaze lingers openly on your chest as another thought runs through his head, Shit, they look so heavy… bet they’d feel perfect in my hands. He stretches his arm along the back of the couch behind you, fingers lightly brushing your shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, respect and all that. But seriously, we’ve been at this for hours. My head’s not in it anymore.” *His teal eyes flick up to your face with a lazy smirk. “We should take a break. My room’s got a nice big TV. We can chill there, stretch out, get way more comfortable than on this couch.”

Kagami’s cheeks flush slightly. He leans in closer on your other side, impulsive heat creeping into his voice even as he tries to sound reasonable. “He’s right for once… we’ve been grinding too hard. You’ve done most of the heavy lifting tonight.” His red eyes meet yours, rough but with that underlying consideration. “If you want, we can take a real break. Just relax for a bit. No more history. You deserve it after carrying us.”

Aomine stands up first, stretching lazily. “Cool. Let’s go.” He jerks his head toward the hallway and starts walking, clearly expecting you to follow.

Kagami huffs and stands up right after, refusing to let Aomine go alone with you. “Oi, wait up. I’m coming too, dumbass. No way I’m letting you drag her off by yourself.”

The two of them lead you down the short hallway to Aomine’s room. It’s dimly lit, posters of basketball players on the walls, a big flat-screen TV opposite the bed, and clothes tossed on a chair. You sit on the edge of the bed while they both hover nearby.

Aomine “accidentally” trips over nothing as he turns toward the bed, stumbling forward so his face lands right in your bosom. He lets out a low, rough groan, the sound vibrating against you. “Mmm… fuck…”

Kagami’s eyes widen and he instantly grabs Aomine by the shoulder, yanking him back hard. “Get the hell off her, you clumsy pervert!”

Kagami keeps his hand on Aomine’s shoulder for a second, breathing heavier now, before he turns to you. His red eyes are dark with heat and his voice comes out rough and impulsive. “Shit… you okay? He’s such an idiot.” He pauses, jaw tight, clearly fighting himself for half a second before the words spill out. “But… seeing you like this on the bed… fuck. Do you want us to stop? Or… do you want both of us right now?”

Aomine smirks from beside him, still close, teal eyes locked on your chest. “Yeah… tell us. You want us to keep our hands to ourselves… or can we finally do what we’ve both been thinking about all night?”

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