#ass out

you’ve grown accustomed to daiki’s playful antics when it comes to your ass. it’s almost a routine now—especially on lazy days when you wear those cute little shorts he loves. you can feel his gaze on you, a smirk forming on his lips as he watches your every movement, and you know what’s coming.

every time you wrapped your arms around daiki aomine for a hug, you knew exactly what to expect. his large hands always made their way to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and a playful jiggle. you couldn’t blame him; after all, you had a really nice ass, and daiki seemed to think it was his personal playground.

one afternoon, you were standing in front of the tv, wearing nothing but a tank top and panties as you changed the channel. daiki was lounging on the couch, his eyes fixed on you with a familiar glint of mischief.

as you reached for the remote, you felt his hands settle on your hips, then slowly travel down to your ass. his large hands grabbed two handfuls, and you felt him jiggling your ass up and down with a mix of playfulness and appreciation.

“damn, how can you look this good?” he teases, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“daiki!” you exclaimed, trying to keep your balance as his hands continued their teasing motions. “what are you doing?”

he chuckled, his voice low and filled with amusement. “nice view from back here,” he said, his voice low and playful. “just enjoying it and making sure you know how much i love this.”

you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he made your ass clap, each jiggle sending a tingling sensation through you. “seriously, daiki, can’t you give me a break?”

he continued to play with your ass, his hands squeezing and jiggling it with a practiced ease. “can’t help it. it’s hard not to appreciate something that looks this good.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. this was just another day with daiki. as you continued scrolling, he moved behind you, leaning in to rest his chin on your shoulder. his hands were still busy, exploring every inch of your ass like it was a new toy.

you let out a slight yelp when he gave it a firm slap. “oww, daiki! that fucking hurt,” you cursed, feeling the sting from his playful but intense hit.

his expression softened immediately, and he quickly leaned in to kiss the spot he’d slapped. “sorry,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “i didn’t mean to hurt you. i just can’t help myself.”

later, as you were laying on the couch, daiki’s boredom seemed to strike again. he walked over to you, a mischievous grin on his face. without a word, he gave your ass a quick, sharp slap.

“oww!” you yelped, wincing from the sudden sting. “what was that for?”

he laughed, the sound echoing with playful nonchalance. “just thought i’d remind you how much i appreciate your ass. consider it a little reminder.”

before you could respond, he was already walking away, leaving you both flustered and amused. despite the occasional surprise slap and constant attention, you couldn’t help but smile at his playful antics. daiki’s affection, though sometimes unconventional, always made you feel cherished in a way that was uniquely his.

as you glanced back at him, catching the twinkle of mischief in his eyes, you couldn’t help but shake your head in fond exasperation. “you’re impossible, daiki.”