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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Akashi_Seijuurou/Mayuzumi_Chihiro
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Implied/Referenced_Self-Harm,
      amusing_banter_between_enemies, bottom_akashi, tragic_Akashi, Angry_Sex,
      Semi-Public_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-17 Words: 2100
****** 'Spending time' with a teammate ******
by herdustisverypretty
Summary
     Mayuzumi has private bonding time with his captain on the rooftop.
Notes
     Again another fic that I started ages ago (this one a whole 12 months
     ago) and never finished.
     I love Mayuyu having a rage boner for Akashi. Best thing. And I love
     slutty bottom Akashi. PUT THE EMPEROR IN HIS PLACE.
     I wrote about half of this on my phone, so forgive any potential
     errors. Thank.
See the end of the work for more notes
Mayuzumi stares at Akashi from the corner of his eye. He’s watching Mayuzumi
silently, a slight smile on his lips. He’s been there the whole lunch break,
just watching him and nothing else. It’s  infuriating .
“Don’t you have stuff to do?” Mayuzumi asks. “Aren’t you the student council
president or something?”
“I have some free time right now,” Akashi answers, tilting his head a little.
“Why are you spending it with  me ?”
“I like spending time with my teammates,” Akashi says. “Is that a problem?”
“It’s annoying.”
“Chihiro, you should be more social,” Akashi says in a patronising voice.
Mayuzumi just snorts and returns his attention to his book. Until Akashi
interrupts.
“Do you ever read homosexual light novels? I’ve heard they’re quite popular.”
“What the fuck?”
“It’s just a question,” Akashi says calmly.
“One that I’m not going to answer.”
“Refusing to answer is rather suspicious, don’t you agree?”
“Fuck off,” Mayuzumi says with an icy glare. It’s definitely not in Akashi’s
best interests to know that yeah, Mayuzumi actually  has  read some before.
Akashi suddenly gets up onto his knees, surprising Mayuzumi a little, and he
drops down onto all fours just in front of Mayuzumi, a smirk on his face.
“What?” Mayuzumi says, trying to keep his expression neutral.
“You’re so angry, perhaps I could help with that,” Akashi says, and it’s
practically a purr. His hand is gently tracing circles on Mayuzumi’s knee.
Mayuzumi realises what he’s implying, and he feels a twitch in his pants. Fuck.
“ No ,” he says, slapping Akashi’s hand away.
The redhead smiles wider, narrowing his eyes a little. “Don’t think I haven’t
noticed you, Chihiro. I’ve seen you watching me.” He trails his hand down
Mayuzumi’s front now, twirling his tie slowly. “I’m interested in you as well,”
he says, leaning even closer.
Mayuzumi feels his breath getting faster. Is Akashi serious? They’re in school,
they have  class  later. “What exactly are you planning?” he asks, leaning back
a little. Having Akashi so close to his face is making him flustered. He hates
it.
“What do you think?” Akashi asks, sitting back on his legs.
“Don’t play that with me,” Mayuzumi growls.
“Fine,” Akashi says, his expression turning bored. “I want to have sex with
you.”
“ Why? ” Mayuzumi asks, his voice breaking. He silently curses himself for
being so unmanly. He knows this is what Akashi had been hinting at, but it
doesn’t make it any less weird to hear him say it.
“I told you, I’m interested in you. And you’re clearly interested in me,”
Akashi says. He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a bottle, waving
it a little. Mayuzumi swallows when he realises what it is.
“And you want to do this  here ?”
Akashi nods once. “It’s as good a place as any. Besides, no one comes up here.”
“Scared of being caught?” Mayuzumi sneers.
“I was thinking of  you , actually.”
Mayuzumi scowls as he sets his book down. “Fine.”
“If you don’t want to-”
“I fucking want to, okay, just shut up,” Mayuzumi snaps.
Akashi is silent, letting the third year come to him. Mayuzumi sits himself
down in front of Akashi, pulling him by his shirt to connect their lips
roughly. He lifts Akashi up to pull him into his lap, hands sliding across his
back and under his blazer. Akashi pulls back for a moment to start getting
undressed, tugging off his blazer and setting it beside them.
Mayuzumi still doesn’t believe this is happening. He’s had his eye on Akashi
for a while now; something about him is appealing. He’s fucking annoying and a
spoiled brat, but there’s just something about him that has Mayuzumi’s stomach
full of fluttering butterflies. Even though he  really  wishes this wasn’t the
case.
Akashi’s pants are now set aside as well, though he’s left his shirt on but
undone his tie. He climbs back into Mayuzumi’s lap and grinds down against his
crotch, making Mayuzumi gasp.
“Like that, Chihiro?” Akashi asks, and Mayuzumi is at least glad to hear he’s a
little breathless.
“Shut up,” he snaps.
Akashi slides Mayuzumi’s blazer off his shoulders, and it’s somewhat amusing to
see him setting it aside all neatly folded like they’re not about to fuck like
animals.
“So,” Mayuzumi says. “How exactly are you wanting this to go?”
Honestly, he wouldn’t mind either way. Fucking Akashi definitely sounds
appealing, the thought of putting him in his fucking place. But getting fucked
by him doesn’t sound so bad either… Shit, Mayuzumi is ruined.
“What do  you  want?” Akashi asks.
Mayuzumi blinks at him a few times. “You’re going to let  me  decide?”
“Do you think me so horrible that I wouldn’t let you have a say in this?”
“Well yeah, actually.”
Akashi snorts in amusement. “I’ll do what you wish. For today.”
Mayuzumi definitely wants to try fucking him. The idea of holding him down and
thrusting into him harshly and making him moan and scream… well, it’s something
Mayuzumi has had in his head for a while.
He pushes Akashi down to lie on the small pile of clothes they’ve amassed,
Akashi complying easily and letting Mayuzumi do what he wants. Mayuzumi starts
to tug Akashi’s plain boxer briefs down, sliding them down his actually shaved
legs. Mayuzumi’s never noticed if they were always like that. Interesting.
He’ll have to ask about that later.
“Made up your mind, then?” Akashi asks.
Mayuzumi doesn’t answer, just swipes up the bottle of lube that Akashi has left
on the ground. Akashi opens his legs around Mayuzumi, and he looks so
delectable that Mayuzumi is struggling to breathe.
He drops a slicked-up hand between Akashi’s legs to press at his hole, smearing
some of the liquid he didn’t bother to warm there and making Akashi jerk a
little at the cold sensation. Mayuzumi presses a finger in experimentally,
sliding it in as far as he can and then back out a bit. Akashi is so tight and
hot . He slides his finger in and out a few times, then pushes in a second.
Akashi closes his eyes and sighs, something Mayuzumi takes as a good sign. He
pushes his fingers in further, gently curling them a little, and-
“ Aahh! ” Akashi moans, arching his back slightly.
Mayuzumi smirks.  Aha .
“You seem to know what you’re doing,” Akashi comments, opening his eyes.
They’re clouded over with lust, his pupils dilated and black as night.
“I know enough,” Mayuzumi grunts.
“My, my.”
“Shut up, or I’ll fuck your ass without the lube.”
“Why, aren’t we aggressive today?”
“What did I  just  say?”
Akashi huffs but falls silent.
Mayuzumi enjoyed threatening him, but he’s not a total sadist, so he continues
to prepare him. Akashi keeps moaning deliciously every time Mayuzumi rubs his
prostate, and it’s weird to hear him so…  undone . It’s turning him on more
than he thought it would.
“Chihiro.”
Mayuzumi looks up at his face, seeing Akashi’s eyes narrowed and his cheeks
flushed.
“ Hurry up .”
“Bit desperate?” Mayuzumi smirks. Akashi growls in response.
He slides his fingers out, and tugs his pants down enough to pull his dick out.
He picks the lube up again to squeeze more out to coat himself with. He gives
himself a few strokes and then grabs Akashi’s hips, lifting them into the air
and pushing into him quickly, not giving the younger any warning. Akashi moans,
loudly , craning his neck back and digging his short nails into Mayuzumi’s arms
enough to hurt. Mayuzumi groans at the tight, wet heat surrounding him. It
feels fucking amazing, even better than he imagined. He gives Akashi a moment
to adjust, and then he pulls his hips back, snapping forward quickly and making
Akashi slide along the ground a little. Akashi wraps his toned legs around
Mayuzumi’s waist, squeezing him gently and keeping him in place. Not that
Mayuzumi is planning on going anywhere.
“Ah, fuck,” he swears as Akashi clenches around his dick. He looks down,
expecting to see the first year looking smug, but instead his gaze is met with
Akashi’s face in pure ecstasy. His eyes are closed, lips parted as he pants and
moans, sweat rolling down his temple. He looks amazing. Mayuzumi definitely
prefers him in this state.
“Chihiro, harder!” Akashi demands suddenly, though it’s really more like a beg.
Mayuzumi decides he doesn’t mind that kind of order from him. He gives the brat
what he wants, though he’s just as happy to comply. Akashi squeezes around him
again, moaning and whimpering like a slut the whole time. Mayuzumi had no idea
he could be like this. It’s incredible. He briefly wonders if this is the first
time Akashi’s having sex, or if he’s done it before. The thought of taking
Akashi’s virginity is giving Mayuzumi a massive ego boost, and he hopes that
he’s right.
He continues to fuck Akashi brutally into the hard ground, and his captain’s
moans start to stutter, turning into high pitched whines instead. Mayuzumi
knows he's close. He thrusts hard again, hoping to make Akashi see stars. He
probably does by the way he screams as he comes. Thick ropes of white splatter
between them, sullying Akashi’s shirt. His body relaxes a little, but he keeps
squeezing his ass around Mayuzumi’s dick, and then Mayuzumi is coming too,
groaning softly as he fills up Akashi’s insides. He pulls out, breathing
harshly. Akashi sits up, seeming to have recovered from the debauchery, but his
hair is still a mess and he's now covered in cum.
“That was enjoyable,” he says causally.
Mayuzumi scoffs. “Right.”
“You didn't enjoy it?”
“Of course I fucking did, what do you think, brat?”
Akashi smiles. “You're very satisfactory.”
Mayuzumi grunts in response. He's definitely not going to tell Akashi that he's
the best fuck he's ever had. Instead, he opts to ask about the legs.
“So, why do you shave?”
Akashi raises a brow. “Why are you so interested?”
“I’m just curious, okay? Humour me.”
“Well,” Akashi begins, “if you must know, there are a few reasons. First, it's
to assist with personal hygiene. Second, I like how it looks. Is it strange
that I, too, have been influenced by society’s idea that body hair is an
unattractive feature?”
“The first reason could be negated by taking a fucking shower,” Mayuzumi
snorts. “As for the second, you really care what society thinks that much?”
Akashi tilts his head. “Don't you?”
“I really don't give a fuck what society thinks of you.”
Akashi smiles wryly. “Funny.”
“I thought so.”
“Are you satisfied then?”
“I'm never satisfied when I’m around you,” Mayuzumi says.
Akashi smirks, and once again dropping onto all fours, he leans in close to
Mayuzumi’s face. “I'll have to pay more attention to your… needs then, shall
I?”
Mayuzumi tries not to blush. “Get the fuck out of my face,” he growls.
“A bit flustered there, are we?” Akashi says. Mayuzumi glares at him silently.
Akashi smiles. “Hm.”
He's still half naked and covered in drying fluids. He looks great. But
Mayuzumi can't help but stare now. Not at his almost perfect body, but at the
faint scars marring his thighs. Horizontal lines like ladder rungs. Clearly
self inflicted.
“Are you going to tell me about those at some point?” Mayuzumi asks, nodding
towards Akashi’s legs.
Akashi pauses, his brows furrowing. “What?”
“The scars,” Mayuzumi clarifies.
“Right…”
“What, lost your tongue?”
Akashi glares icily. “There's no need to be so nasty about this.”
Guilt creeps into Mayuzumi’s chest. Fuck. Tactless. “Sorry, I didn't mean-”
“It's fine,” Akashi cuts him off.
Mayuzumi goes quiet. Real smooth, he thinks to himself. Akashi is a total,
complete brat, but Mayuzumi had never thought he'd be suffering like that. He
realises he actually doesn't know much about Akashi and his home life or past.
“Sorry,” he says again. “I didn't mean to be an ass.”
Akashi smiles gently. “It's okay, Chihiro. Anyway, thank you for the
entertainment, but I have business to attend to.” He stands up and begins to
redress himself, making sure to button up his blazer to cover the cum stains.
“I'll call on you again sometime, if you're still interested.”
“Yeah,” Mayuzumi says. “Sure.”
Akashi smiles, then leaves without another word. Mayuzumi collapses down onto
his back when Akashi has left.
“The fuck am I doing?” he mutters to himself.
He fixes up his uniform and picks up his book again. He can't believe he just
had sex with his bratty captain on the roof of school during the middle of
lunch. Unbelievable. But, he thinks, it  was  pretty damn good.
End Notes
     I LOVE SELF HARMER AKASHI A LOT DON'T JUDGE ME
     I may write a sequel to this later. I love this pairing a lot they're
     so angry at each other lmao
     I hope u lieked this
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