Kuroko No Basket Lemons Pt.2

Akashi - Power Struggle💥

Akashi x Reader

THIRD POV

It was nearing Seijuro’s 21st Birthday and he still hadn’t had a girlfriend. His father was rather curious to know if his son was even interested in the opposite sex, and if Akashi would be able to perform satisfactorily on his wedding night (once it was arranged). That’s why he contacted you, hiring your services once again, but this time instructing you to take care of his son.

AT THE MANOR

“Seijuro likes to be in charge.”

“You’re the same but I took care of that,” you say smugly as you confirm the wired amount. Akashi’s father pretends to ignore the last comment but his cheeks redden.

“I want you to let him feel like he’s still in charge, but also show him how to express a gentler side, for his future wife’s sake.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him,” you say laying a hand on his shoulder, and letting it brush across his chest as you make your way to his son’s quarters.

AKASHI SEIJURO’S CHAMBERS

‘Knock Knock.’

“Enter.”

You enter slinking to his side, and putting on a seductive smile. “I’m sure you know why I’m here.”

“Start again and remember to introduce yourself.”

“Afternoon I am. . .”

“Go outside my room and start again.”

Slightly vexed you turn toe and head toward the exit.
‘Knock Knock.’

“Enter.”

“Afternoon, I am. . .”

“Afternoon Master Seijuro. Start again.”

Keeping composure you exit.
‘Knock Knock.’

“Enter.”

“Afternoon, Master Seijuro. My name is [NAME] and I’m sure you know why I’m here. I . . .”

“I do, and your services are not required, you may leave,” Akashi says not bothering to look up from the chess board.

‘Then what the hell was all of that for!!!’

Seeming to read your mind he responds, “At least one of us should benefit from this interaction. An education in manners is something commoners like yourself have been deprived of, which I pity, so don’t worry I won’t charge you for the lesson.”

“Well I’m sure that if you cast your eyes away from that game for a while, you would realise that what I’m offering would be much more tempting.”

The Akashi lets out annoyed sigh and looks up. He slowly views me from head to toe and then his gaze returns to the board.

“I’ve been gracious enough to go through with your silly request, now if you could stop wasting my time and exit thorough the door that you came from.”

‘[displeased inner snort] He has the audacity to say such a thing. To reject me, after barely taking a look at me. . .’

You walk over to the vacant chair opposite him and as you cross your legs you make sure that your heel knocks over several of the chess pieces that are still occupying the board.

He looks up at you, a cold furiosity ebbing beneath his pastel skin.

“Oops, sorry about that,” you say almost mockingly, picking up the pieces. “I’ll play a match with you as an apology.”