Aomine Daiki's Infatuation. - Aomine X Reader.

Kaijo.

Regular point of view

My eyes flutter beneath the rays of light forcing themselves through the curtains, as a heavy weight shuffles besides me, the slight rocking of the mattress entices my attention, and I peer towards it's source.

Aomine's back muscles shift and ripple beneath his skin with every slight movement. I just wanted to touch him, his soft glistening flesh in the morning sunshine. I absentmindedly reach out a hand as my other comfortably lay beneath my head, propping it up.

My fingers graze over his restless body, unevenly circling the grooves of his back.

"Behave. You're disturbing my sleep." His deep voice whispers into the pillows as I melt into it. Playfully poking at his back in response to his complaints.

His head turns towards me as his rich spheres meet mine. I flash a toothy grin, to which he elevates his upper bare body to hover above my torso. Savouring the sight of his hard earned figure, he lazily smirks as his come to bed eyes penetrate through me.

"Don't make me punish you, (y/n)." He begins to lower himself, mischief hanging from the corners of his lips, only to be interrupted by his phone beeping, he glares at me, as though to say "we're not finished here." And the rose hue rises to my cheeks without permission.

He flips the monitor open and elevates the device to his ear. "Yo...what, right now?... I'm in the middle of something." He pauses to hungrily gape at me, winking at his last remark. Aomine listens to Momoi's voice as he sighs, the aggravation stated on his face as he sits at the edge of the bed. "Alright. I got you, quit whining. See ya."

I stare at the hind of him questioningly. "What was that about?" I enquire upon him rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Satsuki is just being a pain." I shuffle closer and begin to lift myself to sit next to him. "We have practice with Kaijo, you coming?" He asks.

I peer at his profile view, his orbs shortly meeting mine with a slow veer of his face. "You can watch me dominate the court." His narcissistic grin inches closer towards me. "I suppose it will give me the opportunity to meet one of your former team members." Aomine's expression contorts as he tched. "I'm sure you'll be focused on me the whole time, you'll forget Kise even exists." He stands as his hamstrings stretch, ruffling his bedhead of cobalt locks. "So conceited~" I chuckle.

As time passed us into the evening, I and Aomine stood beside the entrance of a large stadium. Part of me froze at the anticipation of what was behind the doors. "(Y/n)-chan, Dai-chan!" A bundle of pink haired, porcelain skinned and large assets flies into my arms, involuntarily wrapped around her to refrain from falling. I laugh slightly at her flushed appearance. "Dai, you came! On time...are you okay Dai-chan?" Satsuki raises a dainty hand to his forehead, and a side of me felt a rainfall of jealousy that I didn't know I had, after all, they had a friendship that far exceeds the time we've spent together.

"Get off of me, woman." Aomine hissed, swatting her hand away in annoyance, helping me reclaim my normal sense of feeling as the envy left my mind. I shouldn't be so worried, Momoi isn't a typical girl, I know she's rooting for me.

"Shall we go inside, Kise and his team are waiting, (y/n)-chan." Momoi's hands latch onto my arm as she escorts me through an involuntary drag to the main doors. Forcing them open, a team of six player's converse at the far end of the room, golden brown eyes scan the vast vicinity until they land upon me. The blonde, attractive male stands to walk over, elevating a hand to wave as his eyes arch, his lips moving upwards to form a warm smile. "Momocchi, Aominecchi, and who is this?" He swiftly touches my hand, bringing it up to his mouth, leaving a small kiss tingling the back of my hand. A slight snarl drew from Aomine, who had stood silently behind me with his hands concealed by his pockets.