Shameless excuse to write fem!Aomine. Crossposted on my tumblr, specialagentaomine. (I keep changing my URL, sorry, asdfghjkl)
If someone were to ask him to describe Aomine Daikiko in one word, it would be expressive. He knew it wasn't just him who could read her so easily. If she was pissed, she'd show it by taking it out on a teammate or on the courts (or Kise). Content? Midorima only ever saw her in such a state when with Kuroko or himself, but the manner in which she expressed it was different.
With Kuroko, she was very… touchy-feely, enthusiastic. She'd become distant for at least a year after graduation from middle school, but after being beaten by Seiren, the girl had begun to drop her guard. He never said anything, but sometimes he wondered why she preferred him over the teenager she was always paying so much attention to, to a point where it she was practically obsessed.
She seemed to be touchy-feely in a more possessive way, when it came to him. She made the point to link her arm with his, touch his wrist, put her head on his shoulder… what she seemed to be particularly fond of, however, were his hands.
He asked her once why that was, and she just looked at him like he was an idiot. He didn't ask again.
Whenever he mentioned her classes, she scrunched up her nose like she'd just smelled something foul. He'd occasionally tried to coax her- subtly, of course- into actually going to them, but that only seemed to make her skip school to go see him at his (it's one of the moments where he hates how stubborn she is), so he decided to stop.
She dropped by during his practice, once. She wouldn't go to her own team's practice, but she'd go to his? He pointedly ignored her.
…until Takao had taken it upon himself to hit on her. He wasn't aware of it until the captain mentioned it, honestly. Aomine had been acting as she usually would around Takao- something like amused (at Takao or Takao's attempts to flirt with her, he wasn't sure). The captain looked at him oddly before the situation had clicked in his mind, then proceeded to return to practicing, shooting a sly look at Midorima as he did so. He'd never wanted to hit any of his teammates so hard before today.
He must've been glaring, because Aomine looked over, grinned, and waved. He decided it was time to get ready to leave.
The first time they have sex, she's the one who initiated it. He's not sure why he didn't expect it, as she invited him to her house. She pulled him down onto her bed and straddled him, the epitome of confidence. When their clothes were off and he was about to enter her, however, she appeared less so and more worried than anything. He didn't say it would be okay, as he was never one for such comforting words; instead, he kissed her gently.
It didn't take long for her to become confident once more, rolling her hips to meet each of his thrusts, engaging in the never-ending battle for dominance that was kissing, and tangling her fingers in his hair.
She came with a cry of his name- his given name, he noted distantly- and that and the fact that she was clamping down so tightly on his cock made him, too, climax.
Later, once their clothes were on in a presentable manner, she dozed off at his side. She even clung to him in her sleep, possessive on a scale that would worry him, if it was anyone else. Aomine, however, always seemed to go against the norm, so he'd make an exception, just this once.