Ship: Wakamatsu/Imayoshi, Aomine/Imayoshi Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 685 words
UH. So. I tried writing Wakamatsu, a tiny bit of Aomine/Imayoshi snuck in which I hope you don’t mind and generally Imayoshi is not a good person. Abuse of authority, unhealthy relationships, mild sexual content.
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Wakamatsu knows all the reasons that it would never work out between him and Imayoshi but he doesn't see that as a reason to give up. Everyone's always telling him that he's not so smart and that he's too impulsive but that's a good thing in this case, right?
Maybe he's just too dumb to know that he's chasing someone out of his league, maybe it's stupid to think that Imayoshi would ever look at him but if so, then Wakamatsu's going to be dumb enough to try to take it all the way.
It's not that hard to get Imayoshi's attention. He's the captain, after all. Every time Wakamatsu tries to attack Aomine and gets his ass handed to him, Imayoshi's watching.
In a proper romance, Imayoshi would actually look after Wakamatsu afterwards but Imayoshi just lets Aomine do whatever. He always does.
Wakamatsu doesn't like it but it's not until he sees Aomine kissing Imayoshi, Imayoshi sprawled over his lap like a rag doll with his hands against Aomine's chest, that he realizes just how far it goes.
His first impulse is to charge in and punch Aomine. If it were Sakurai that Aomine were with, Wakamatsu would've done it without hesitation. Sakurai's an innocent and so easily pushed around. He needs protection.
Imayoshi, though...
Imayoshi doesn't. Imayoshi's always got all the cards, always knows the plan. He waits and watches instead as the kiss breaks and Imayoshi slides gracefully off Aomine's lap. He pats Aomine on the cheek and says lightly, "Go take your shower. Momoi must be waiting for you."
Once Aomine's gone, Imayoshi turns his head to look behind him at where Wakamatsu's pressed against the door and hardly breathing.
"I never took you for a voyeur, Wakamatsu," he says, tone as casual as when he spoke to Aomine.
Wakamatsu's heart stops for a second, then he shoves himself away from the wall, outrage overruling his embarrassment. "I'm not! I'm not some sicko! I didn't mean to watch you, I just left my house keys in the locker and when I came here, you and he were--"
He falters and amusement sparks in Imayoshi's eyes which open just enough for Wakamatsu to see their cool grey.
"Kissing," Imayoshi supplies. "You do know how kissing works, don't you?"
"Of course I do!" Wakamatsu splutters and sure, he might never have kissed anyone who isn't related to him but he knows how it works. In theory.
Imayoshi's eyes glint grey behind his glasses and his smirk is a challenger. "Oh? Come here and show me, then."
Wakamatsu doesn't believe his own ears for a second. Surely he just heard what he wanted to hear. But Imayoshi's still on the bench, settled back, watching him with that ironically amused smirk and he's holding a hand out for Wakamatsu.
Numbly, footsteps as soundless as if he were in a dream, Wakamatsu clumsily comes forwards. He puts his hand in Imayoshi's as if they're about to dance and Imayoshi pulls a little, enough to tug Wakamatsu onto his lap.
This close, Wakamatsu's heart is going haywire, beating as fast as if they're playingo n overtime, and he doesn't resist when Imayoshi draws his head down and kisses him full on the mouth. Imayoshi's lips are narrowed but skilled and he kisses Wakamatsu with all the expertise of a musician playing their very favorite piece.
Wakamatsu screams at his muscles to react, to do anything but sit there hypnotized, but he's too afraid to move in case he breaks whatever spell this is.
(He doesn't think, not even for a second, that he's the one under a spell.)
The kiss breaks and Imayoshi pulls back, touching his hand to Wakamatsu's cheek.
"You don't know anything about kissing, do you?" His smile is just pitying enough to cut into Wakamatsu like a knife.
Wakamatsu shakes his head slowly and Imayoshi heaves an exaggerated sigh before petting Wakamatsu's cheek again.
"I suppose I'll just have to be a good senpai and teach you."
(Too late, Wakamatsu finds out some dreams are better kept unrealized.)
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 685 words
UH. So. I tried writing Wakamatsu, a tiny bit of Aomine/Imayoshi snuck in which I hope you don’t mind and generally Imayoshi is not a good person. Abuse of authority, unhealthy relationships, mild sexual content.
***
Wakamatsu knows all the reasons that it would never work out between him and Imayoshi but he doesn't see that as a reason to give up. Everyone's always telling him that he's not so smart and that he's too impulsive but that's a good thing in this case, right?
Maybe he's just too dumb to know that he's chasing someone out of his league, maybe it's stupid to think that Imayoshi would ever look at him but if so, then Wakamatsu's going to be dumb enough to try to take it all the way.
It's not that hard to get Imayoshi's attention. He's the captain, after all. Every time Wakamatsu tries to attack Aomine and gets his ass handed to him, Imayoshi's watching.
In a proper romance, Imayoshi would actually look after Wakamatsu afterwards but Imayoshi just lets Aomine do whatever. He always does.
Wakamatsu doesn't like it but it's not until he sees Aomine kissing Imayoshi, Imayoshi sprawled over his lap like a rag doll with his hands against Aomine's chest, that he realizes just how far it goes.
His first impulse is to charge in and punch Aomine. If it were Sakurai that Aomine were with, Wakamatsu would've done it without hesitation. Sakurai's an innocent and so easily pushed around. He needs protection.
Imayoshi, though...
Imayoshi doesn't. Imayoshi's always got all the cards, always knows the plan. He waits and watches instead as the kiss breaks and Imayoshi slides gracefully off Aomine's lap. He pats Aomine on the cheek and says lightly, "Go take your shower. Momoi must be waiting for you."
Once Aomine's gone, Imayoshi turns his head to look behind him at where Wakamatsu's pressed against the door and hardly breathing.
"I never took you for a voyeur, Wakamatsu," he says, tone as casual as when he spoke to Aomine.
Wakamatsu's heart stops for a second, then he shoves himself away from the wall, outrage overruling his embarrassment. "I'm not! I'm not some sicko! I didn't mean to watch you, I just left my house keys in the locker and when I came here, you and he were--"
He falters and amusement sparks in Imayoshi's eyes which open just enough for Wakamatsu to see their cool grey.
"Kissing," Imayoshi supplies. "You do know how kissing works, don't you?"
"Of course I do!" Wakamatsu splutters and sure, he might never have kissed anyone who isn't related to him but he knows how it works. In theory.
Imayoshi's eyes glint grey behind his glasses and his smirk is a challenger. "Oh? Come here and show me, then."
Wakamatsu doesn't believe his own ears for a second. Surely he just heard what he wanted to hear. But Imayoshi's still on the bench, settled back, watching him with that ironically amused smirk and he's holding a hand out for Wakamatsu.
Numbly, footsteps as soundless as if he were in a dream, Wakamatsu clumsily comes forwards. He puts his hand in Imayoshi's as if they're about to dance and Imayoshi pulls a little, enough to tug Wakamatsu onto his lap.
This close, Wakamatsu's heart is going haywire, beating as fast as if they're playingo n overtime, and he doesn't resist when Imayoshi draws his head down and kisses him full on the mouth. Imayoshi's lips are narrowed but skilled and he kisses Wakamatsu with all the expertise of a musician playing their very favorite piece.
Wakamatsu screams at his muscles to react, to do anything but sit there hypnotized, but he's too afraid to move in case he breaks whatever spell this is.
(He doesn't think, not even for a second, that he's the one under a spell.)
The kiss breaks and Imayoshi pulls back, touching his hand to Wakamatsu's cheek.
"You don't know anything about kissing, do you?" His smile is just pitying enough to cut into Wakamatsu like a knife.
Wakamatsu shakes his head slowly and Imayoshi heaves an exaggerated sigh before petting Wakamatsu's cheek again.
"I suppose I'll just have to be a good senpai and teach you."
(Too late, Wakamatsu finds out some dreams are better kept unrealized.)