Courting You

Red Empress - Akashi Seijuro x Reader

Note - Erm, R14. Really not that much, but as an in-case.

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Honestly, you didn't understand why Akashi chose you as his girlfriend. You were intelligent, with all A's and B's, but you certainly weren't as smart as him. You were also fairly skilled in tennis, but then again, none of those skills could compare to his own physical talents. Although you've never seen Akashi create artistic pieces before, you're quite certain that if he had, his would be better than your mediocre paintings. You were sure that there were girls who were much better matches for him.

Why? What made him choose you as his Red Empress?

"(F/n)." Akashi called, bringing you from your thoughts. "Get going, I refuse to be late because of you." He stated, walking ahead.

"Ah? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking." You replied. Akashi always walked you to Rakuzan each morning. "I'm coming, Akashi-kun."

The male stopped in his tracks, looking back at you with an unreadable expression. "(F/n), how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Seijuro, it's not that hard."

"But Akashi-kun, that would be impolite." You protested. Yes, you were opposing him, but oddly he never tried to harm you for it. He was always saying that because he was absolute, all should follow his orders or be beaten down, yet he never even attempted in the slightest to force you to submit yet. You didn't know why, but you felt as if he were holding himself back.

Akashi simply said, "Eventually, I will have you call me by my given name. All I need to do is wait for the perfect opportunity." Now ignoring you, he continued to move towards the high school.

Sighing, you run after him, slowing down once you reached his side. "Oh, Akashi-kun, I almost forgot to tell you. I'll be staying after longer than tennis practice and your basketball practice. Please go home without me."

Staring at you from the corner of his eye, Akashi asked, "Why?"

"Well, I have to tutor my friend in art - he's really struggling in oil painting, and that's my specialty." You answered.

Akashi, hearing this, made up his mind. "I'll wait for you." You knew that once Akashi made a decision, it was impossible to change his mind. 

- Time Skip -

Now that classes and your tennis practice were over, you could help your best guy friend, Takamura Kenji, with his painting. 

"(F/n)-chan, I don't get this!" He complained hopelessly.

You whacked his head. "Don't give up! Seriously, it's not that hard. All you need to do is mix the correct colors and paint!"

The boy groaned, and slammed his face on his desk in exasperation as Akashi entered the room. 

Looking at the newcomer, you greeted him. "Hi, Akashi-kun. Sorry, but I'm still teaching this idiot." You gestured to Takamura.

You went back to paying attention to Takamura. "Okay then. I'll teach you everything step by step." You took the stubborn boy's hand in your own to help him mix the colors, unaware of the seething glare Akashi was emitting. "This is a darker color that you can use to paint the shadowed side of the pot."

"Oh, okay, thanks." Takamura said, painting the pot messily. 

"Oi, calm down, your hand is shaking." You grabbed Takamura's hand again and patted it gently. "There's no way you'll be able to paint neatly if you keep moving your arm." 

When Takamura finally managed to paint within the lines, you cheered. "I think we're finished with your tutoring! Good job, Kenji!"

That was the last straw for Akashi, who grabbed your wrist and pulled you away. "Now that you two are finished, I'll be taking (F/n)." He slammed open the door to an empty classroom, pinning you onto a desk.

"A-akashi-"

"Seijuro. I've told you to call me that many times, yet you refuse. Then I see you calling that Takamura by his first name."

"He's my best friend-" 

"And I'm your boyfriend." Akashi went to your neck, lightly kissing the skin.

"Ah! S-stop, Akashi!" You complained shakily.

The teen attempted to get access to your collarbone, only to be blocked by the collar of your shirt. Annoyed, Akashi ripped your uniform shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. "Call me Seijuro." The boy became rougher, harshly sucking on the skin, causing you to moan.

"S-seijuro- oh!" Akashi seemed to lose control when you said his given name, biting into your neck. You gasped in pain and pleasure. The small wound was bleeding a little, so Akashi ran his tongue over to catch any drops. Pulling away in satisfaction, he drank in the image of the state he left you in - flushed red, and panting.

You blushed even harder at how he was openly admiring you, blurting out the thing that had been bothering you all day. "Aka- Seijuro, why did you choose me as your girlfriend?"

The boy leaned in closer to your face, stating, "I like a girl with dignity - one who demands respect without needing the words to say it. You won't listen to my orders all the time, and I like that. It excites me, really." Chuckling at your embarrassed expression, Akashi continued, "It makes it all the more exhilarating when I finally get my Red Empress to submit to me."

"Couldn't you have chosen someone more... regal than I am? I don't fit the title of Red Empress at all!" You weakly argued.

"Oh, I'm afraid I disagree. You're certainly living up to the name right now." 

Wait, what did he mean, you didn't see anything red about- Oh that bastard. Covering your chest with your arms to hide the crimson bra that was showing, you attempted to hit his shoulder, "You perverted bastard!" Turning even darker than the red of your bra, you looked away from Akashi.

"I was referring to redness of your face, but I suppose that your lingerie works just as well." Akashi said, amused.

"Ugh, I can't go out like this." You grumbled, looking at your tattered shirt. "This is all your fault, Seijuro." You accused indignantly. 

The boy took off his white and light blue uniform sweater, placing it around your shoulders and buttoning it up. "Here, wear this and I'll buy you a new shirt." You then attempted to hide the hickeys on your neck, only for Akashi to stop you. "Don't hide them. They're my marks - I own you."

Stupid possessive bastard.