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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Akashi_Seijuurou/Aomine_Daiki
  Character:
      Akashi_Seijuurou, Aomine_Daiki
  Additional Tags:
      Kuroko_no_Basket_-_Freeform, kuroko_no_basuke_-_Freeform, KnB_-_Freeform,
      Aomine_Daiki_-_Freeform, Top_Aomine_Daiki, Bottom_Akashi_Seijuurou,
      Akashi_Seijuro_-_Freeform, GoM_-_Freeform, generation_of_miracles_-
      Freeform, NSFW, cock_in_a_sweet_ass, Riding, Angst, Yelling, titty_mags
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-18 Words: 2126
****** titty mags ******
by Psuedorabbit
Summary
     in which akashi finds Aomine's titty mags in his own house and he's
     salty about it until he gets his sweet little hole fucked open
Notes
     I received the prompt;
     Hiii! Sorry for the bother but could you write a scenario for Akashi
     x Aomine? It may sound strange but I ship them a lot. Would you
     please write about Akashi geting jealous that Aomine still likes and
     keeps gravure magazines with women and keeps paying attention at
     women's breats? Maybe something including jealousy sex (I'm a huge
     fan of it xD). I'm so sorry for the strange ask and for my terrible
     explanation skills. Hope you have a great day! ^^
See the end of the work for more notes
Disgust was many of the reactions swimming in crimson irises, and it wasn't the
first time today.
He picks up a magazine, a vulgar display of a woman wearing a soaked T-shirt
with no bra on was sitting on the hood of some bright red sports car, the front
of her shorts undone to flash a bit of her black lace panties.
Akashi’s eyes skim over the cover, reads the bolded headlines and subtexts that
hint at “better photos” and more “slutty eighteen year olds” inside.
This was the third magazine he found today- in his own home!
Aomine made a habit of staying overnight for days, even weeks at a time. Akashi
asked for him to just move in on more than one occasion, but Aomine had simply
brushed him off, saying he liked “his own space.”
Not saying that Akashi particularly agreed with Aomine's explanation, but he
had enough common sense to just leave the issue be.
Akashi tosses the book into the trash bag he's holding, filled with wrappers
and tissues (snot or semen full, he's not sure- but they aren't his) and other
pornagraphic items of the sort. Really, he should have the maids pick up after
this pig, but he's too embarrassed of the mess.
Akashi thinks he’s done, and with a loud sigh and twitch of his eyebrows, he
goes to the closet to make sure there wasn't anything else that needed to be
thrown away. His eyes catch something flashy, and he bends down.
Cleavage. That's all the man sees as he pulls out a rather large stack of even
more gravure magazines. Rage prickles through his skin and into his veins,
winding around him and constricting like some sort of snake.
His chest hurts, and his fingertips are beginning to throb from how tight he
was holding the thick booklets. This is it- this is the last straw. He's put up
with the sloppiness, the porn, the googly eyes at any woman with breasts larger
than a C cup.
It all made him think. He kneels on the floor now, the anger on his face
smoothing out into one of demur. Did Aomine only date him to have some sort of
arm candy? For money? Granted, the man spoiled Aomine to no end; he always
bought the latest sneakers, or CDs for Aomine within a moments notice.
His eyes stung but he didn't care. Akashi would need to have a serious talk
with Aomine when he comes over this evening. Akashi closes his eyes, takes a
much needed breath, and clears his mind. No more assumptions that he doesn't
have evidence for. He opens his eyes again, stuffs all of the magazines into
the trash bag, and goes out to throw the bag away.
Some time passes before Aomine makes an appearance, pressing a lazy kiss to the
top of Akashi’s head as he walks into the mansion.
“Daiki.” The redhead calls the taller, still standing by the front door. A
halfhearted grunt is heard from somewhere in the kitchen, and Akashi sighs,
following the man. The maids have long since scurried, knowing damn well this
was a serious situation.
“Daiki, I'd like to discuss something with you.” Although Aomine never said it,
he always managed to get chills whenever the redhead said his name like that.
He turns around, lowering the milk carton from his mouth and licks his lips.
“‘Bout what?” Aomine asks, leaning against the counter. Akashi eyes the carton
warily, pretends to not be disgusted.
“I found some… Items today, in my bedroom. They certainly aren't mine, and some
of them were a bit.. Used,” Akashi begins, sighing a little as his arms cross
over his chest. The men locked eyes, the taller looking mildly surprised.
“Yeah? You like em?” Aomine teases, turns to put the milk back into the once
well stocked refrigerator, and turns back to hook his arms lazily around the
shorters hips.
Akashi, again, makes a face of disgust and presses his hands to Aomine's chest
and tries to push himself away.
“Daiki, you know how I feel about those magazines. You know I hate it when you
look at women, much less masturbate to them,” he feels embarrassed to bring it
up, to speak his thoughts out loud. He also feels relieved in a way, to confide
in the man about his insecurities. Akashi just wishes he didn't have to spell
it out for him.
Aomine rolls his eyes, his grip tightening. He leans down to press a kiss to
each of Akashi’s cheeks.
“If I would have known you'd get so damn jealous, I wouldn't keep them. Sorry
to upset you, baby-” before he can finish however, Akashi snatches himself
away, glowering at the taller.
“I am not jealous.”
“You definitely are.”
“I am Akashi Seijuro, and I am not jealous over some whore on a magazine
cover!” Both men are surprised at what Akashi had said, and the redhead lowers
his gaze to the floor in mild shame.
“Babe, look at me.” Akashi doesn't move.
“Seijuro, look at me.” At the sound of his name, the redhead moves his gaze
upward, crimson orbs meeting navy.
They both stood there for a while, simply staring. It wasn't until Aomine
stepped forward to embrace the shorter was when Akashi had hesitantly coiled
his arms around the thick frame of Aomine.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers, muffled by Aomine's chest. The apology is taken
wordlessly, returned by a squeeze of his arms and a kiss to the forehead.
“I fucked up again, huh?” The question is rhetorical, and Aomine can't help but
laugh at himself dryly.
“I really need to treat you like the man you are.” He's embarrassed, and it
shows with the lighter coloring of his cheeks. He decides the embarrassment is
worth it, as long as Akashi feels better.
Low self esteem on Akashi is as foreign as life in the desert, and it kills
Aomine all the same. He tilts the redheads chin upward, looks him in the eyes
before he closes the space between them. Aomine’s hands splayed at Akashi's
waist where his fingers dug into him here and there when the kisses couldn’t be
any deeper but he needed more.
Akashi wasn't particularly pleased with the way their discussion turned out,
but he can't deny that the lip bruising kisses they were sharing were making
him anything less than happy and a bit aroused.
It was times like these, where Aomine managed to make him feel like the only
person in the world, as if there weren't porno magazines in the trash, as if
there weren't women in the world that could make Aomine's head turn.
It was only him, and he was the only one that Aomine wanted. Aomine was the
only one that he wanted, so wouldn't it be fair that it were the same for the
taller? In Akashi's mind, it was. Although, the redhead didn't do much more
thinking when large hands gripped into his ass and just squeezed. A sharp gasp
escapes Akashi, a light red pigment dusting over his cheeks as he draws from
the kiss.
“I don't think you've ever kissed me as passionately as you have tonight,
Daiki.” He murmurs, a curl of his lips following with his arms hooking around
the tanned males neck.
“I need to treat my emperor, don't I?” he teases again, hikes Akashi onto his
hips without notice. A small squeal burbles from Akashi's throat, an
embarrassed flush of color darkening his cheeks further. He's about to protest,
to tell Aomine to put him down, but he's interrupted with yet another bruising
kiss.
With that, Aomine half man handles half carries him to the bedroom.
Akashi lies on the bed now, thighs spread and head propped up on a pillow, gaze
lowered to the lips that were trailing kisses on his abdomen, shirt raising
higher and higher as the kisses progressed upward.
Aomine's breath was hot, lips feeling equally as feverish as they trailed along
his pale skin. Akashi lets his eyes fall shut, lips parting as a soft sigh
passes through them. His fingers knot loosely into navy locks, idly tugging
when more sensitive spots were kissed and prodded at.
“Listen to the sounds you're making,” Aomine rumbles, the tip of his tongue
flicking against a jut out hip bone. Akashi squirms.
“Magazines don't make noises,” he comments, pressing multiple kisses on the
same hip.
“Not nearly as warm either. I bet they don't smell as intoxicating as you,
either.” Aomine finishes, fingertips undoing Akashi's pants with ease. The
redhead is burning with more than just need, a hand flying up to conceal his
face.
“Don't say such things, Daiki..” He's squirming more now, eager to get his
pants off and palm at himself. Aomine seemed to have no intentions of letting
him go like that.
Aomine only grunts, rips off Akashi's pants unceremoniously, and tosses them to
the floor without a care. His main goal is to have Akashi completely broken, to
have him rely on the tanned male and to trust him with every fiber of his being
to give him the most pleasure- the pleasure that he deserves.
And to that, he did.
Now Akashi was on Aomine's lap, spine arching away from Aomine's chest with his
cock buried deep within his ass. A pale hand reached behind him, locking into
Aomine's hair yet again, this time, not as gently as the last.
Shallow moans and breathy pants were forced out of Akashi as he was fucked, ass
cheeks and thighs spread obscenely wide to give Aomine a view of the bubble gum
pink hole wrapped so tight around his cock.
Aomine moans at the sight every time, moans louder when Akashi tightens up
around him and milks him. The way Akashi's entrance kisses at his cock,
breathes around it, makes Aomine thrust into Akashi even harder.
The rough treatment causes Akashi's moans to stutter, to break and cripple like
his body already has.
Aomine's free hand is wrapped securely around the base of the redheads cock,
forbidding orgasm. Wetness dribbled from the head of his cock, glistening as it
leaked down to Aomine's fingertips. His fingers twitch with the desire to lick
himself clean, or even to hook them into Akashi's mouth and have him lick his
digits clean.
Tears spilled from Akashi's waterlines, nose scrunched up and teeth bared as
his free hand gripped Aomine's forearm with an intensity that could possibly
fracture the bone.
“Let me come Daiki, please!” He's desperate now, sniffling and shivering with
the possibilities of orgasm whenever Aomine's grip loosens slightly. Aomine
laughs behind him, the sound breathless and chest rattling. Akashi can feel it
through his shoulder blades.
“Sure, but I need you to do me a favor first.” Akashi sobbed loudly, head
falling backward to thump against Aomine's shoulder in exasperation.
“Anything! Please..” he trails off, eyes squeezed shut as goosebumps litter his
skin as he thrusts into open air when another dry orgasm hits. Aomine takes his
time for words, cock beginning to slow into agonizingly slow brushes against
his throbbing walls.
“I need you to tell me that you're mine. Understand that I'll only make you
feel like this, no one else,” he murmurs, voice suddenly by his ear and making
Akashi flush with new heat. He nods quickly, the tears dripping from his jaw to
his chest.
“I'm yours Daiki, I'm yours.. Yours to pleasure, to love.” Akashi's voice grows
quieter at the end, and his heart thumps wildly against his chest. He thinks he
oversteps the boundary, but then the hand around his cock releases, and his
hips are grabbed with brute strength.
“Don't forget that, Seijuro. I want my name on your tongue when you come, got
it?” At this, Akashi nods quickly, sniffles hard and begins to bounce on
Aomine's lap quickly.
The tip of Aomine's cock kisses his spot over and over again, finally giving
him the nudge he needed to orgasm. Ropes and ropes of thick capitulation
splattered on his chest and stomach and even the bed. As promised, Daiki’s name
was sung over and over again in a broken melody, thighs trembling.
Aomine was quick to follow, his own wetness seeping out of the boy and to the
bed.
Long after they've cleaned up and crawled into bed together, Akashi finally
speaks.
“I'm sorry I got jealous over photography..” he sounds unsure of himself, and
it makes Aomine laugh. A slap to the chest follows, quieting him down.
“Don't worry about it. If I want porn, I should just get you on camera, huh?”
He's only half teasing, but the glint in Akashi's eyes makes him actually
consider the idea.
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