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Kuroko no Basuke Oneshots (GoM x Reader)	By : Magma Category: +G to L > Kuroko no Basket Views: 4055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You were known as Rakuzan's sweetheart - (Last Name) (First Name). The girl who wore her hair in elegant styles to compare with her personality, the one who always finishes her homework the day assigned, the one with a sweet smile. The girl who was there for everyone, and had the respect of every single person at the facility, from the staff to the upperclassmen and lowerclassmen.
Walking towards your locker cheerfully, waving and smiling at people as they greet you, you couldn't help the feeling that you were being watched. Don't be silly, you think to yourself, You're smarter than that. You brush off the feeling and stop in front of your locker, dialing the number. As you pull open your locker door, you're faced with a bouquet of red roses.
You gasp, rather loudly, and blush when you feel people look at you. You pick up the vibrant colored roses, and pluck the note that was folded in the center of them. Unfurled the note, your eyes trace over what it said.
Will you be mine..? Meet me in the room 1-A after school, with an answer.
Your whole face is bright red, the same color as the roses. You sniff them, to find they smell addicting - they were definitely fresh, definitely expensive, and the sweetest thing you had ever gotten. You had never received flowers from a secret admirer before; not that you hadn't ever been confessed to, which you had, it was just surprising that someone went out of their way to get you the flowers.
You struggle to think of who was in the homeroom 1-A, seeing as there were many people you knew. You shudder with a gentle smile on your face as you try not to squeal. You decide to put the flowers in your bag, so that it wouldn't be a hassle to carry them around all day.
You take one last look at the note before shutting your locker and putting the lock back on. There was a certain kind of demanding, powerful air that the note gave off. It was like the person was telling you to go to room 1-A, and if you didn't have an answer you would be in big trouble. Your thoughts wander off as you walk towards your class, thinking of who it might be.
You're so wrapped up in your thoughts you fail to notice where you're walking, and run smack dab into something - or someone, more like. Before you can fall down to the ground, the person grabs you by the waist in strong hands. You let out a small squeak and regain your balance, the smell of a pleasant, rich cologne drifting up your nose. Your whole face lights up at the manly, dominant smell and you look up to see who's holding you.
Looking down at you with heterochromia eyes, was Akashi Seijuro. Your whole face darkens as you meet his gaze. His eyes were beautiful, in your opinion. You haven't really held a full conversation with him, but the two of you had spoken in the past. He was apparently the best and you kinda looked up to him in more ways than one.
If he had basketball practice and was unable to get notes from Japanese History class, and when he had asked the teacher about it, the teacher had pointed out you, the second highest placement in the school after Akashi himself. You gave him the notes to copy and he actually seemed impressed. You had the feeling he didn't hate you (thankfully), like you thought he hated everyone else. You were kind to him as you were with everyone, genuine and humble as ever.
"Sorry, Akashi-san," you apologize, bowing your head slightly. "I didn't see you there, must've been to wrapped up in my own thoughts!" You let out a light laugh. The two of you weren't in the same homeroom, but had the same Japanese History class.
He releases you, with a nod of his head. "Ah, that's quite alright of you, (Last Name)-san, just watch out where you're going next time. We wouldn't want you to get hurt now, would we?" You were speechless for a second, having no reply. He brought up his hand and brushes a curled lock behind your ear. His hand felt deliciously calloused against your skin, cool.
You were trying your hardest not to have a heart attack from this action, and simply settle on a usual gentle smile you give people. Your cheeks were forever going to be tinted red, the same color as his hair and the roses. "No, we wouldn't," you agree. "Well, it was nice seeing you, Akashi-san. Talk to you later!" You hope it didn't come off as rushed as you make your way down the hallway. As you start up the stairs to get to your class on time to still be able to talk to your friends, you miss Akashi's parting words.
"Yes, we will talk later, (Last Name) (First Name)."
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It was the last period of the day and you were a nervous, blushing wreck. You wonder what this secret admirer would be like. Hopefully not dreadfully flashy. You didn't consider yourself one to judge but you dread the boys at such an expensive school such as Rakuzen that show off to everyone. You were friends with a couple of them, and enjoy their company, but didn't agree with some of the things they did with girls or to catch their attention.
You couldn't stop thinking about your run-in with Akashi, either. Japanese History was a tense class for you. You felt like Akashi was silently taunting you, and you still felt like someone was watching you. You snap your attention to the front as the teacher dismisses the class and the bell rings. You place your stuff in your bag, and say goodbye to your friends.
"Don't you want to walk home with us, (First Name)-chan?" asks one of your friends. She and a couple of other people murmur in agreement.
"No, no!" You say, waving your hand and grinning. "You guys go along. There's something I have to do here at school first before I head home."
"We can stay and then walk home together if you want," offers another friend. "We don't want to just leave you to walk by yourself." Sounds of agreement went around your group of friends.
"Guys, it's seriously out," you stress. "Don't worry about me. I'm a big, tough, strong girl. I can handle a walk home by myself."
"You're about as strong as a teddy bear," teases a different friend. You all laugh, but they finally stop their persisting and head out of the classroom waving and calling goodbyes at you as you part ways. You wave back and head towards classroom A-1. Your heart was pounding and your palms was sweating. You stop near the classroom, pulling out the roses from your bag. They gave off the aura of confidence, so maybe it would rub off of you.
Giggling at your thoughts, you take a deep breath and walk into the empty, dark classroom. You close the door behind you, looking around in confusion. "Hello?" Your voice echoes. Silence greets you back. "Well, I guess they're not here," you sigh. Disappointment washes over you as you turn back around, ready to leave.
When you turn around, a face looms right over yours. You almost let out a small shriek but stop yourself, placing a hand over your racing heart. Akashi Seijuro was watching you with amusement.
"Oh, gosh," you laugh. "I think you almost just gave me a heart attack, Akashi-san!"
His eyes flicker with laughter. "I apologize, (Last Name)-san." His eyes, gold and red, were as breathtaking as ever and you suddenly feel as if all the pressure in the world is upon you. It was like he was listening to every single breath you took, with how intense he looks in the moment. His eyes look at your flowers which you held in your hand that you completely forgot about during the scare. "Ah. I see you got my flowers, along with my note. And may I say, you have punctual timing."
The tone in his voice made you nervous and weak-kneed at the same time. He was watching you, noting your blushing and the way your knees knock against each other. The look in his eyes the two of you make eye contact makes you believe he wants to devour you whole.
There was a confident, demanding aura around him as usual - the same kind of manner that surrounds the roses...
"You were the one that gave me the flowers." You state, looking down at your shoes. You want to scream in delight at finding out who was the one that sent you the flowers, but pass out from the very fact that it was Akashi Seijuro that sent you them. The ace, the captain of the basketball team, the leader of the Generation of Miracles; the heir to the Akashi corporation. Your heart was so cold and warm at the same time, matching the spring weather that provided the only light in the room the two of you were currently in.
"I am," Akashi agrees. "Do you have an answer?"
Shit, you swear to yourself. Your whole face becomes pale and you try to sputter out an apology, "I'm sorry, Seijuro-kun! I-I completely forgot, but -"
He holds up his hand with a sigh. "It was awfully disrespectful to not comply with what I told you to do, (First Name)-chan. However, no bother." He pulls of a pair of red scissors from his pocket, eying them with great interest. He steps closer to you, twirling the handles skillfully, as if he did it often - which you had the feeling he did. He didn't take his gaze off of you as he backs you up against the wall.
You felt like you couldn't breath from how beautiful and handsome Akashi Seijuro was. His pale skin glows in the dark room, not a single flaw in sight. He looks serious, his different colored eyes like fire. They look liquid, heated up with something akin to hunger and - dare you say it? - adoration as they look seemingly right through you, right at your soul. It was like he was taking everything from you with one look. You were helpless against him, but who was to say you didn't like it?
His scissors, cold and threateningly, press against your forearm, traveling up. It didn't cut into your skin at all, but a trail of goosebumps was left behind. You shiver under his gaze, and the blades make their way to your throat. They dance across the skin and you refuse to breathe, watching with wide eyes and Seijuro smirks.
His lips make their way to your collarbone, where he slowly brushes his lips against the length. He begins his travel up. Once he reaches your neck he actually begins kissing it rather than just teasing. His lips were surprisingly gentle as they touch your skin. It was tender, calming and exhilarating all at once. Once they reach your jawline, he traces it. He begins littering your face with kisses.
One on your forehead. One on the tip of your nose. One on both of your eyelids. Your temples. Your cheekbones, tracing down onto your actual red-hot cheeks. Your chin.
He doesn't kiss your lips.
Instead, he rests his forehead against yours, his body pressing yourS fully against the wall this time, rather than weakly. You knew that despite being short for a basketball player, Akashi was a strong man that shouldn't be reckoned with. Any time someone disobeys his orders...You would cringe to know what would happen to them. Dummy, you are one of them, some still-conscious part of your mind hisses at you. Your eyes widen and you look away from him, closing your eyes.
He's gonna kill me, no wonder he brought those scissors. Well, so much for being known as a good person.
"Listen to me and look at me when I'm speaking to you," Akashi's calm but firm voice orders. You listen to him, doing exactly what he says. You try not to tremble further under his gaze. It wasn't hard to look at his eyes - not at all, you could do it all day as a matter of fact - they were beautiful, but it was hard to look in his eyes. You force yourself to do it anyways.
"I was going to give you an option, before, you know," he muses. His lips are only a couple of centimeters away and you want to scream in frustration and pout like a child. But you couldn't ever bring yourself to do that - no, you were a young lady, a dignified one at that...
"I have noticed you, (Last Name) (First Name)," Akashi begins. "You're friends with practically everyone at this school." His lips ghost over yours for a second and your heart beat speeds up. "You're terribly nice, but you have a backbone. You would be top of the class, if it weren't for me...You're beautiful." His eyes suddenly hold a different light, determination clear and his goals set out in front of him. "I am absolute. I always win, so I'm always right. I deserve the best, because I am the best...well, aside from you." Your whole face was lighting up like a Christmas tree. You couldn't believe he had noticed you all this time of you noticing him. You thought he was just okay with you, but evidently he harbours the same feelings as you. "I once said I like girls with dignity. All of the girls at this school are quite honestly, anything but that. You, however, are the definition of it." His lips trail against your jaw again.
"I was thinking about giving you a fair chance earlier, to say no, or at least to try to. But now that you don't have an answer like I told you to, I'm making the decision for you. You're going to be my empress. You're going to be mine. I don't care what you have to say about your decision now. No other boy is allowed to look at you. You're going to talk to me and stop getting distracted by all of the people in this school that are your friends."
"B-but that's everyone!" you try to protest. "I can't just ignore everyo-"
His lips come crashing down on yours. What was gentle earlier was ferocious now as he attacks your lips with his, forcing your open. His tongue battles with yours - though it's not much of a fight. He was searching every part of your mouth, tasting you thoroughly. You let out a moan as his tongue does something that feels oh so good.
He pulls away abruptly and you try to stop a moan, but it comes out as a whimper instead. Akashi lets out a dark chuckle, putting his forehead against yours gently once more. His gaze is still full of hunger. It was like he was going to eat you up.
"You're mine," he hisses. "Only mine. Mine to enjoy. You're going to start coming to my practices and games, and you're going to spend all of your free time with me. No matter if you don't like me now - that can come later for all I care, because I always win."
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[A/N]
And then there's Akashi :P
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