Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basket or its characters.
A/N: I am hoping to make this into a drabble collection. But this is just a oneshot for now.
Morning showers
Eyes gazing upward,he allowed himself to fall against the wall, imagining hands running down his chest, his abdomen, hands hot on his skin. The image was pleasing, and his own body responded, stirring him to life. He held his own flesh in his hands and stroked its length, willing the images to come to life.
He would jump her hard against the wall and she would be screaming his name. His kisses would be hard, bruising against her neck. She would not have the time to take her clothes off because she would be quickly riding on the waves of pleasure as he rubbed his thumb against her clit. She would come in no time and right behind her would be him, groaning in pleasure.
He jerked hard, desperate, drowning in pictures of her, skirt raised, buttons undone, asking for more. His knees threatened to buck underneath him, and he had already spilled himself on his own hands, but he braced himself. He was grateful for the rush of cold water, calming his senses down. Breathing labored, he leaned back, her voice, her panting still so clear in his head. Guilt swept over him. He would try so hard to picture a familiar looking, brown haired girl with huge breasts and a pretty, toothy smile, and will her to come to life, kneeling before him.
Instead he would see a pink-haired girl, whispering a name he had not heard in years.
"Daiki."
"Aomine-kun!"
The Touou ace broke from his reverie and looked up.
Satsuki was hovering over him, arms on her hips, blocking his way. He had been climbing up the ladder, as was his routine, to his favorite spot on the rooftop. She had seen him the other day, and now here she was, unsurprisingly wearing a scowl on her face.
"Satsuki," he said simply, "move out of the way."
He knew it was probably about the game he said he would watch with her; but she should have known better. Then again she probably was being extra insistent today because it was obviously Tetsu's game. The thought of Satsuki and Tetsu together sends an ugly sensation at the pit of his stomach but he ignored it, and forced himself to look away. She can do what she wanted, and he had no business with what she did with her love life.
"You promised we would watch today! You promised!"
She unconsciously jerked her hips, as if to emphasize that he had promised. Aomine quickly averted his eyes, but not before replying, "Are those battle panties, Satsuki? You wear some crazy stuff."
She had reddened furiously at that. He knew, from the way she screamed "hentai!" and tried to kick him as he hoisted himself up. He landed perfectly on the rooftop, and let himself fall back to the hard concrete.
He shut his eyes briefly. She was still yapping about Tetsu's game.
He sighed.
He hated it when this happened. He tries so hard to stop imagining perverted things about her, his childhood friend, but all he could see in his head are her red, laced panties.
If she had any idea why he was so tired during mornings and slept during lunch, she would not even go within a meter of him. He grimaced, sighing for the second time that day. He resolved to buy more Horikita Mai magazines on his way home.