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Santa Baby

Aomine × Reader

Despite the fact that you've been dating Aomine for months now, it was sometimes still frustrating to be with a man like him. It was always so hard to get Aomine to do anything. He was so lazy that he refused to do anything else during dates aside from hanging around in his house, which basically consisted of either playing video games together or eating teriyaki burgers. Store-bought. It was boring. Especially now that Christmas was coming up. How were you supposed to enjoy this festive season when your boyfriend rejects every idea you offer up? 

You both were walking home from a grocery trip. Aomine was home alone for the holidays since both his parents were out on business trips. When you went over to his house earlier and searched for food, you found the fridge completely empty. Aside from a probably three month old pizza. The sight had been too horrifying to describe that you just ended up screaming and tossing it outside of the house.

That was when you called for an intervention and dragged him out to shop for food. Well, during the shopping period, you did most of the selecting while he only paid and carried the bags. 

"Okay, so what do you want to do then?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. You were pissed off. You had been giving him suggestion after suggestion and he'd been turning them down one at a time. 

"Sleep," he shrugged. 

"Really," you huffed. "Come on, this is our very first Christmas together and my parents already agreed that I could spend Christmas eve with you but the twenty-fifth with them. Let's make the best of it."

"And I'm telling you that we should just sleep," he yawned, scratching his head sleepily.

Snow had not arrived yet this winter, which was good because it meant that you could spend more time outside rather than being a couch potato in the house, watching reruns of old anime shows. Despite that fact, the temperature was still numbing. You noticed him sniffling and rubbing his nose.

"You should take care of yourself better. I don't want you getting sick." You cupped his freezing cheek with the warmth of your hand. "But then again, idiots can't catch colds."

He laughed, "Thank goodness for that then." He moved all the groceries to one hand and took yours in the other. 

"Speaking of Christmas, what do you want for it?"

"Hmm," he thought about it. "You. Naked."

"Aomine!" You smacked his arm, blushing furiously and pulling away from him. He made plenty of dirty comments towards you, basically hinting what he really wanted for Christmas. Yet, you were still not used to the fact that your boyfriend was such a pervert.

He smirked and took your hand again. "It was worth a shot."

"No, it wasn't." You rolled your eyes. "But really, what do you want to do for Christmas?"

"Anything's fine with me."

You were about to give up, sighing exasperatedly. Then it hit you. "How about I cook you dinner then? My parents won't mind." You suggested thoughtfully. 

Aomine pictured a great feast at his place with the complete Christmas set. The homey feeling would spread through the air and, damn, you in an apron. He could work with that. He nodded, "That sounds good actually."

"Finally," you clung onto his arm and playfully punched his rock-hard abs. "Though, you owe me if I'm cooking for you."

"Hai, hai. Got it." He nodded.

 "Really? That's all you're doing?" Your friend asked curiously. "That sounds like every other date you've had with him." A few days had passed since your conversation with Aomine and you were sitting on the floor in your friend's room.

You groaned, "Well, what else can I do? He doesn't want to do anything else."

"Maybe you can sneak in some sexy times with him," she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

You laughed and shook your head, "That's what he suggested too, pervert. But I don't know. Sometimes I feel so detached from him that I'm not sure…" That was probably the first time you ever brought up this subject. Although Aomine was a great boyfriend and he has shown you constant affection, it sometimes felt odd to be with him. Like something was missing. You both haven't said those three little words yet but you could feel it. Thing was, it was difficult to read him. You didn't know how he felt and it seemed as if you were more thoughtful of your relationship than he was.

"Maybe it's just him," she shrugged. "Aomine is an odd guy but you like him anyway. You might as well bring this up instead of just tiptoeing around it. If you don't deal with these things directly, it might affect your relationship."

Sighing, you knew that it was true. Your worries had started to bother you for some time now and Aomine looked as if he notices at times, but he never brought it up. "Maybe."

"No, no maybes. You have to talk to him."

"Alright."

"Oh, and I have another idea." She smirked while wiggling her fingers creepily. "One that will really catch his attention."

Christmas eve had arrived. Aomine yawned, flipping through one of his gravure magazines. Despite your complaints, he still had those books. Though, he read them when you're not around to avoid your infamous roundhouse kick. 

A rap on the door caught his attention and he tossed it aside and headed over to the door. He swung it open to see you with a thick, long coat. "Hi, [y/n]." He greeted, letting you in. "You look… warm." You were wearing a thick, long coat to shelter you from the freezing weather. Snow had started to pour from the sky and the weather was destroying your immune system. 

"I'm actually still freezing so I'll keep it this on for a while longer." You shook your head, shuddering from the terrible winter weather.

Aomine laughed, ruffling your hair, attempting to shake out some of the snowflakes caught in between the pieces. "Alright." He agreed and led you to the kitchen. "Do you need any help?"

"No, I have seen you cook and I do not want to repeat that. Especially not during Christmas. I like your kitchen intact, thank you very much."

"It's good to know how much faith you have in me." He smirked. 

"Thank you for the offer but I got it. So just go back to bed and watch TV or something. I'll call you if I ever need anything." Pause. "By the way, if I see any one of your disgusting magazines, I'll cut them up."

He shuddered at the thought, "Yes, ma'am." He placed a kiss on your forehead and headed out. 

It was time for the battle to begin. For the next two hours, you prepared almost everything, struggling through the chopping, boiling, and mixing. Finally, your hard work paid off with a chicken roasting in the oven, a pie cooling in the fridge and salad being tossed in a bowl. Aomine dropped by every few minutes to ask whether you needed help. His fidgeting revealed how uncomfortable he was with leaving you to do everything alone. Although he acted as if he didn't really care, he was adorably concerned. Interesting.

"Sit down," you moved him back into the living room.

When everything was ready, you called him into the kitchen and set everything on the table. The delicious smell flooded the room and you heard both your stomachs growling in hunger. "Let's dig in." He said, sitting down and staring hungrily at the banquet set in front of his eyes.

You slid off your coat just as Aomine was cutting a piece of chicken. When he looked up, he dropped his utensils. You had on a fitted, red strapless dress with white ruffles on both ends. It ended a good few inches above your knee, showing enough leg, and the hem on top revealed just enough cleavage to tease the man frozen in front of you. "Merry Christmas," you leaned close to his ear to whisper.

He growled, grabbing your waist and setting you down on his lap. "Unbelievable," his eyes raked you from head to toe as he licked his lips. "You don't play fair, do you?"

You giggled, "It's your fault for not agreeing to anything." Then you rose from his lap after wiggling a bit, leaving him groaning. You could feel his bulge growing underneath his pants. "So now you have to wait until we finish dinner." Then you casually started to move a bit of the salad onto your plate. Every few minutes, you couldn't help but smile whenever he began to fidget uncomfortably.

The minute you put your fork down after dessert, Aomine snatched you and threw you over his shoulder. "Oh my God, put me down!"

He smacked your ass. "Nope." He tossed you easily onto his bed and then pinned you down, hovering above you. "Santa's good to me this year."

You smirked, "What are you talking about? I am Santa."

"Then Santa," he leaned down close to your ear. His hot breath hitting your skin, making you shiver in delight. "I only have one wish this year." He leaned down, his face just inches away from yours and the distance was diminishing by the seconds.

"Wait," you covered his mouth.

He groaned, wincing at the obvious pain in his pants. "What now?"

"I have something serious to talk about," you started. Aomine flopped onto his back next to you, covering his eyes as if he was truly wounded. Such a drama queen. "Do you like me?"

His eyes snapped open, "You do realize that I'm the idiot in the relationship right."

You rolled your eyes at this. "No, I mean like, do you really, really like me?"

"What are we five?" He snarled, sitting up against the headboard.

"I'm just wondering," you sighed, leaning back against the pillow. "I know it's a bit irrational to wonder this but sometimes I feel like you don't like me that much. I mean, I know that you like this thing we have going on but I don't know how committed you are to this."

He breathed in and breathed out, trying to calm himself down. "[Y/n], I'm only going to say this once and once only. Listen close. You. Are. Stupid." You frowned at him. He let out a roar of aggravation, "I'm not good with words okay. I've never been good with words. With you, I'm trying alright but I know it's not easy. I don't know why you're so insecure about this because I thought my actions have showed enough. Sure, I may be lazy, but I would not be willing to spend time even outside the house if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't even want to try to go out on dates if it wasn't you."

You could feel your heart slowly calming down. You had been too paranoid, too jumpy on conclusions. It was all because you didn't trust him enough. "Thank you," your murmured shyly.

"If you have any doubts, you can ask me, okay? I'm crazy in love with you, baka." He grinned, hovering above you once more. You couldn't hold back the smile that etched itself onto your face. Before you even finished whispering the three words back, he devoured your lips and took control of the whole situation.

And the rest was history.

 The next morning, you snuggled closer towards him. "Santa, can I take your picture again in that costume?"

"Stupid," you smacked him on the head. 

"But you love me anyway."

"Shut up."

SONG: Santa Baby – Glee Cast (Santana)