COLLYWOBBLES • collection of short ff's

- A. Seijuro | smut

character: Seijūrō Akashi (kuroko's basketball)
pronouns used: she/her/hers
genre: heavy smut
triggers: jealousy sex, degrading, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, cunnilingus, fingering, breeding kink??, 2500+ words
synopsis: [f/n] has been upsetting akashi, and pays the consequences
side note: ngl, just wanted to write something SUPER intense LMFAO

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though akashi could be cold, condescending, and distant to his peers, his attitude makes special cases for one person— for her. his love, his light, his air, his.. everything. [l/n] [f/n]. in his eyes, she was a princess, a queen, who doesn't deserve to dirty her feet upon the grimy, contaminated ground. he only feels lucky to have been able to date a girl like as her.

he felt as if she could never do wrong. never. all throughout high school, and until they were up in college, their loyalties have always lied within one another. however, a princess such as herself was too kind. too precious. something others could only long for; so much that they'd try and steal her away. the only thing he hated about her was that infinite amount of warmth, the feeling she would share with anyone, no matter how terribly they've wronged her, or how bad of a person they may be. she ignored her discomforts to keep others happy. and he hated it.

it was almost unbelievable to see her willingly sit there, and let his friends practically flirt with her.

"i'm serious, [n/n]-cchi..!" kise giggled along with the female, bumping shoulders with her. "you'd look pretty with even the craziest outfit on."

"now you're just flattering me, kise," her cheeks warm from the waterfall of compliments coming from the blond's mouth. too humble for her own good. "you know that isn't true."

"but it is," he whined, "aren't i right, akashi— cchi.." his voice trailed to a mutter when their attention was turned to the male.

just as if he were on the court, his aura radiated something scary— terrifying. it sent a shiver down both kise and [f/n]'s spine. he didn't have a glare, but their was a fire behind his eyes that was both hot and cold. "right."

the blond laughed nervously from the response, taking a small step away from [f/n], who only glanced to him with slight confusion. "right. well, i'll be back, [f/n]-cchi, akashi-cchi. i think it's about time i pick the rest up," standing from his spot on the sofa and wiping of the invisible dust on his clothing. "i'll be back in an hour or so. don't miss me too much."

"oh, we won't.." akashi huffed under his breath, getting him a look from his girlfriend. when they heard the firm clank of the front door, [f/n]'s full attention was on her partner.

"what's wrong, sei?" she moved to the smaller couch her boyfriend sat on, the love seat, placing a hand on his leg, "what's with the face?"

in normal circumstances, akashi would have melted under her touch, falling victim of her silky voice and worried gaze. however, his feelings were far too mixed to get his head wrapped into those feelings. "i don't like it when you do that."

"do what?"

"when you let kise– or anyone, for fuck's sake, rub on you like that, and drown you in compliments and honey-sweet words," his words became more firm the more he spoke, body facing [f/n] while his hand latched to her thigh. "i don't like it. do you enjoy torturing me, [f/n]?"

"what?" her confusion was clear, from why he was angry to their quick change of position. "seijuro? i– torture? i'm sorry—"

"'sorry' just won't cut it, [f/n]. i'm done with watching; you've pushed my nerves too far today." the pink haired man pushed the other down on the couch, her head resting on the arm. "princess needs to learn her manners."