5. Akashi Seijuro: Dominance
It was do or die.
If you won, you got to order Akashi around for an entire week straight.
However, if you lost, your boyfriend would be able to make you do whatever he wanted for a week.
You were starting to regret ever agreeing to play tag with Akashi. There was one minute left in the game and you were hiding on top of the rooftop, praying that he wouldn't be able to find you. You were almost shaking as you watched the seconds slowly count down on your phone and gasped when you heard footsteps on the stairs.
Panicking, you hurried up the ladder to the platform on top of the entrance and lied down on your belly and flattened yourself to the ground. The door opened and you held your breath, watching with wide, terrified eyes as Akashi walked out. He scanned the area then turned around, meeting your pale face with a malicious smirk.
You squeaked when he sprinted towards the ladder and you jumped to your feet and scooted to the edge of the platform and dangled your legs off, hesitating. The jump was about ten feet and you weren't fond of height and being un-athletic was one of your key traits (the only reason you agreed to this game was to get Reo to shut up). You braced yourself to scoot off only to be jerked back and have Akashi tower over you with fire in his eyes.
"Are you so desperate to try to win that you would put your health and safety at risk and attempt to jump eleven feet? You're one of the clumsiest girls at this school and you know that you would get hurt by pulling that stunt." He harshly scolded.
The memory of Aomine whining that Akashi was a mother hen came back to you and you sheepishly smiled. "Sorry, Seijuro-kun,"
Akashi pulled you to your feet and closely inspected you for any signs of injury then cupped your cheek. "Never try to do that again."
"I promise," you obeyed, nodding. You sighed and subconsciously leaned into his hand. "So when do I start serving you?"
"Tomorrow. A maid will bring you to my house at six and your time will start then." Akashi smirked and leaned down and whispered against your ear, "What do you think of cats, (Y/N)?"
*\(^o^)/*
You have never felt so humiliated in your life. Walking hand-in-hand with Akashi, you doted black cat ears and a (F/C) collar with '(L/N) (Y/N), personal property of Akashi Seijuro' written on the silver tag attached to it. Your face burned as you heard people whispering about you and wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole and forget this ever happened. Akashi wasn't bothered at all and glared at anyone that dared to look at him in the eye.
Akashi didn't make you do that much at first. He would order you to bring him items and to stay at his side at all times. Days progressed and you would have to kiss his cheek every time you parted to go to separate classes and wear outfits he picked out after school. His dominance kink grew steadily hour by hour and he was relishing the fact that you couldn't use your puppy dog face to try to persuade him.
On Friday, Akashi had you pinned down on the gym bleachers while he suckled on your collarbones. Your face was flushed as he left dark marks on your lower neck and you were pursing your lips together in a straight line, trying to contain your moans. The rest of the team was in the locker room getting ready for practice and Akashi stopped with a gentle kiss and readjusted your shirt's collar so the bruises wouldn't show.
"Good girl," he purred, playing with your kitty ears. "Now go get the basketballs out because the others will be ready in one minute."
"Of course, Seijuro-kun," you said, bowing your head.
Once this week is over I'm never wearing a headband ever again. You inwardly growled. I was going to wear my new tank top pajamas, but I'll be killed on the spot if my parents saw what Seijuro did.
The rest of the team entered the gym while you were pulling the basketball cart out of the closet. While they practiced you busied yourself with school work, pausing when they finished an exercise to give them a towel and water. At the end of practice, Akashi left to talk to the coach and Hayama and Nebuya decided to have a race to get their water bottles – the open water bottles you were holding.
"W-wait!" You squeaked.
"GAH!"
"OOF!"
"UWAHH!"
Hayama crashed into you, his elbow that was locked with Nebuya's bringing him down with the two of you. In slow motion, the water bottles flew up out of your hands and the water poured out, soaking you to the bone. Your shirt clung to you like a second skin and you sat there in a shocked state while your upperclassmen apologized furiously in front of you.
"It's fine, it's just water," you reassured.
You peeled off your collared shirt, not thinking as you readjusted your (F/C) undershirt. The upperclassmen gasped and you were confused when you saw them gaping at you. Their faces were pink, jaws were dropped, and their eyes looked like they would pop out their heads. You took out your phone and checked your face since you thought your makeup ran and nearly fell over again when you saw what caught their attention.
Akashi's hickeys covered your neck, the tender skin painted in dark colors. You clasped your hand on your neck and your face turned red, embarrassment flooding you head to toe. Mortified, you grabbed your bag and sprinted out of the gym, almost out of the school's grounds before an arm jerked you to a stop and you bumped into a chest.
"Where are you going, (Y/N)?" Akashi demanded in a low voice.
"Your teammates saw the hickeys." You whimpered into his shirt, burying your face so all he could see was your ruffled hair and red ears. "That was so embarrassing, Seijuro-kun."
Akashi put his jacket around your shoulders and hugged you, "They won't speak badly of you, I promise. I shouldn't have taken advantage of the situation so much." He took your cat ears off and smoothed down the flyaway hairs then kissed your forehead. "I'll make this up to you by buying you (F/M) for dinner."
He laced his fingers with yours and you nodded. Yes, your boyfriend was a dominant yandere that loved to mark his property. And yes, you loved every bit of it.
~Extended Ending~
"AHHH! (Y/N)CCHI, DID YOU GET IN A FIGHT?!?" Kise shrieked.
You cursed under your breath and clasped your hand over your neck. The hickeys were fading and only two faint ones remained. However, they were deformed and Kise, like many others, thought it was someone attempting to strangle you.
"It's nothing, Ryouta-kun," you reassured, fighting away his flighty hands trying to touch you.
"Tell me who hurt you and I'll beat them up for you." He insisted, holding onto your shoulders and shaking you.
You narrowed your eyes. "You're an idiot." Clearing your voice, you called, "Seijuro-kun~"
Akashi walked into the room and Kise shrieked. Your boyfriend, the petrifying captain of Rakuzan, was dressed in a short, frilly French maid costume. He bowed and lowered his eyes bashfully. "Yes, (L/N)-sama?"
"Wh-what's going on here?" Kise yelped, clinging to you in terror.
"We had a problem with our bet." You coolly replied, shrugging him off and fighting back a laugh as the model landed ungracefully on his behind. "Now, Seijuro-kun, can you fetch us some tea?"
"Of course," the redheaded maid agreed. He bowed again and left the room.
You turned back to Kise with an evil, dark aura surrounding you. "Now don't mess with me, ne?"
Kise could barely function enough to nod his head. "Yes, ma'am!"
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Tbh I think this would just be a regular day in the KnB world XD
I'm also writing a Kise fic called Assumptions, and I would love for you guys to check it out! ;D
Lots of love, Cora-chan <3