Enjoy the Show || Akashi Takeomi x reader

Enjoy the Show

Akashi Takeomi has always been a cryptic man. You can't really tell what's going on in his mind, sometimes it feels like he's keeping something for himself only to know, and his expression, oh god, it's the most unreadable thing, always with that confident smirk, a cigarette hanging from his lips and those lilac eyes, you can tell that he knew what he was doing, because even if he was cryptic, mysterious and also some kind of unreadable, he always had that magnetic aura from which you couldn't and wouldn't tear apart, and he knew it.

And he also knows what he's doing when he treats you like the most valuable person in this world, when your wish is his command even if you don't want to, when he exhibits you like a trophy, but just to show everyone how lucky he is to have you all for himself, and he takes pride on always spoiling you so much that it almost embarrasses you, but he doesn't care, actually he enjoys it even too much.

So this night out was no different from the others, he had already booked a table in one of the most luxurious and fancy restaurants that he knows that you like, gave you his credit card and told you to "get whatever you like, you'll always be stunning", and even if you didn't like too much the idea of taking advantage of his generosity, with a faint blush on your cheeks you took his card from his long, lanky, fingers and decided that you would've made him proud of you for how good you decided to spend his money and how good you would've looked only for him.

So when you're entering the place with the pastel satin dress with thin straps, neck cut deep enough to show enough cleavage and the long slid ending only at the top of your thigh, all completed by a pearl necklace and the most extreme stilettos, you can tell that he's looking at you, head to toe, drinking up the vision of the show that you're pulling up just for him, and he couldn't be more proud of himself to have such a pretty little thing for himself only.

He walks towards to you, eyes not leaving you, printing every single inch of you in his mind, eager smirk that curls up a little bit more with every step he takes, and you could feel the heat spreading on your cheeks, making you blush, feeling like he's swallowing you whole, until he's standing just inches from you, he leans a little bit forward, head tilted and tip of the nose brushing along with his lips on your ear when he says "I knew you would be gorgeous"

He straightens up, slides a hand on the small of your back and guides you to the table he reserved, the one with the most pretty view obviously.

He helps you sit and you can tell by the way he's smirking proudly that he's not done yet, he has something up, and after you ask an embarrassed "what?" confused at why he was staring at you like this, and without saying a word he pulls out a box from under the table, a dark one with a ribbon securing it.

"This is for you, I would love if you'd open this now", and of course he has a gift, why would ever the Akashi Takeomi shows up to a date with you empty handed, so you take the box, curious and with an happy, enthusiastic smile on your face, like a child opening up his presents on Christmas, unwrapping the ribbon and taking out the paper foils inside blabbering some "Omi what did you got me?" And "You shouldn't have to", and he's staring at you with that pleasured smile without saying a word, and you're so hyped that when you finally arrive at the content of the box you just get it up in front of you face to see what it is and that, is when your smile fade to the most flushed face you've ever had and open your eyes wide and your mouth a little agape realizing you're holding a black lingerie set mid-air in a restaurant, and not just a simple one, no, one of those all lace and strips, with also a little collar harness and suspenders. You're fast putting it back in the box after realizing it but not with a little bit of goofiness caused by the embarrassment, and then you see it: the satisfied smile plastered on Akashi's face, the little laugh under his breath when he says "something pretty for someone pretty" and you're still a little to flushed to answer but he doesn't stop