Paper Romance(Nijimura Shuzo x reader)

(Chapter 11) Money doesn't Cheat

NOTE: (y/ln) = your last name

(y/fn) = your first name

(y/hc)= your hair color

(y/hl)= your hair length

(y/ec)= your eye color

(y/fc)=your favorite color

(y/dc)=your dress color
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(y/fn) left the Akashi house a loser.

--- Mini flash back ---

"What the hell? You cheated!"

"No I didn't. Nijimura did."

Akashi was sitting primly and victoriously. His eyes indulging in your shock and protest.

"But-"

"I told you (y/fn), and I'll tell you again, I'm absolute."

"But I can't go on a date with you!"

Akashi scoffed and leaned back in his chair clearly amused by your protest. He turned his palm up as his elbow rested on the arm rest to tauntingly question you.

"And why not?"

"I'm with Niji-"

You were interrupted by giggling. A giggle that progressively turned into erratic laughter.

"AHAHAHAHA!!!"

"You-ahaha-you're with ahaha - after all of that!"

Akashi was wiping fake tears from his eyes.

Your crossed your arms and stood up, clearly annoyed. However the sound of your chair scooting back broke Seijuro out of his laughter.

"You can't possible stay loyal to him after what happened," he stated with pure seriousness.

His red and golden gaze burned holes into your (y/ec) orbs.

"I-..."

"Why? When it's all fake? When you're entire relationship with Nijimura is fake. I thought you didn't love him?"

You shook under his words you didn't even know how you felt or why you kept hiding behind such a lie...

"I don't love him."

Akashi smirked, he brought a hand up. His slender pale fingers stroking the supple skin of your cheek. Petting you as though to thank you for saying such words.

"Then prove it," he requested.

You opened your mouth to question him how, but you were not given the chance.

As soon as your plump pink hued lips parted Akashi brought his own lips to cast shadows upon yours. He made a slow and gentle approach. The entire time, trickling his fingers across your cheeks and into the free flowing strands of (y/hl) (y/hc) hair.

Then his lips connected to yours. The sensitive skin brushing your own, making sparks flash onto your mouth, and forcing you to lose focus. His lips massaged yours tenderly, his tongue occasionally darting out to coat your pink lips and taste you for himself.

The sensation and over stimulation caused you to melt. Your eyes fluttered closed. And all though you stood there making no move to increase the action, you also stood there making no move to protest what was being done.

Yet eventually Akashi pulled away from you, his lips shining and humming slightly swollen from the pleasurable massaging pressure.

You only stared at him, dumb founded and lost.