Quick one!
Female!Reader
Aomine should’ve known that something was wrong the second Kagami puts on that poker face when he told him the dare—he’d usually sputter and blush at ithe command. Go pick up that pretty lady over there, he said, it would be fun, he said. It’s a spring party after all, a little bit of spicy won’t hurt.
Right?
Aomine can only gawk at the sight of the idiot redhead, his hand at the back of your neck, lips dancing with yours ever so salaciously. Did he just use tongue? The buoyant sounds of fellow pool party attendants seem to be mocking Aomine, his slack jaw, and the conflicting shock versus turned-on emotions overcoming him, and through the crowd, it’s as if Aomine can hear the sound of your smooching.
To be fair, though, the other Miracles look pretty shook as well—except for Akashi and Kuroko, for obvious reasons, the former even having a slight smirk on his face. Even Murasakibara’s eyes are wide.
“Is he making out with her?” Kise shrieks, his shrill voice not doing much amidst the loud pop song the DJ picked. Aomine inches away from the blonde slightly when he notices the drink in his hand threatening to spill. Murasakibara seems to have recovered from the initial surprise because he continues chewing some food, while the rest look on the scene, half out of shock and half… just for the pure enjoyment of it.
Finally the two of you pull away, looking absolutely kissed, lips red and swollen, cheeks rosy. They can see Kagami whispering something to you, and the next thing they know, you’re looking over at them with a sweet smile—one that says ‘I know you all’.
And then you link your arm with your boyfriend’s, walking almost precariously on the edge of the swimming pool so as to not have one of the drunk seniors lean over and push all of you into the water. Aomine observes as you, with those beautiful legs, saunter over to the group, smiling charmingly now.
“Hi,” you say casually, and a whole chorus of unique ‘hello’s reply to you. “I know who you guys are. Kagami-kun here,” you mention, tugging at him lovingly, “talks about you guys all the time.”
Kagami looks over at Aomine, completely acknowledging the latter’s why-does-he-have-such-a-hot-girlfriend look, and smirks smugly, pulling you closer to him and draping an arm around your shoulder. Aomine rolls his eyes, hands in his pockets feigning disinterest, but the pout on his lips that he fails to mask tells it all.
That bastard.