A.N: I'm sorry, but reader was trying to get laundry out of the dryer and got stuck because of her swollen belly! I should have made that a little bit more clearer. xP Enjoy reading!
"Daiki, do you mind helping me for a second?" you called as you tried to get up from your squatting position; this made it your fifth attempt at trying to get up.
Damn freaking pregnancy! Why was I cursed to gain all this excess wight!
Minutes passed, but you heard nothing. It had felt like hours had gone by, but you heard nothing from him.
"Dammit Aomine! If you don't get your sorry keister in here in about two-point-five seconds, I'll burn those precious magazines of yours!" you barked as you searched for the nearest object to whack him with, but heard a loud crashing sound.
The frantic footsteps of Aomine could be heard-probably his desperate attempt to save his explicit magazines-as he came down the hall and stopped in front of the laundry room.
"Don't you dare touch my precious babies!"
"Then help me get up off this stupid floor!"
"Fine," he huffed as he slowly, but surely heaved you upon your now aching feet.
"Thank you, Daiki," you announced after regaining you posture as you realized that he was gawking at you.
A couple minutes passed in complete silence until he started poking you sacred breasts.
"D-Daiki?! What are you doing?!"
"Did you get breast implants of somethin'?" Aomine casually asked. "They're bigger than normal and firmer too. Like basketballs."
"N-no! Why would you even think that!" you shrieked as you covered your chest with your arms.
"Then why are your tits so big!" he exclaimed as he cupped his hands over his chiseled pecks, earning himself with a hard smack across the face.
"It's called being pregnant, you jackass!"