Been a while since I've written anything…. ._. *sigh… and to tell the truth, I'm drawing completely blank right now. *another sigh.. . =.=) I think I'm spurred by my desires to make my summer sort of meaningful in a sense, since I'm dawdling away, lazing, watching anime and stuff. Hah. I'm that dreadful. Oh well, let me start with an Xreader right away. HAHHAHA. To create a writing of a genre I detest so much. Dozo yoroshiku.

"Mou, Atsushi…" you shoved it back as you complained. "Instead of sleeping your life away, why don't you go to the gym and get some practice for once?" You shake your head and retorted, "And NO, I won't be bribed by your sweets!" You shouted; your cheeks red from frustration.

You glared daggers at him and poked at the huge man lying on the rooftop floor. The giant lugging his life away, seemed not to mind your raised voice but instead kept holding a chocolate bar to you. You bit your lip out of excessive frustration and thought that this was all too much. Sure, you've accepted the job as team manager for the Yosen basketball club and was equally prepared for its responsibilities, too; but this one particular member has proved to be very difficult and simply irritating.

And as if to voice out your feelings you sank to the ground and muttered, "Mou..Atsushi… I'm just…tired…of…"

"Hmm…" the lumbering giant, Yosen's center, finally opened his eyes and looked at your forlorned figure. "That's why (y/n)-chin, I'm giving this to you." he held out the same chocolate bar while tearing himself a new one with his teeth.

"I don't want that…" you drew off in a tired voice. You were well aware that the voice you emitted was laced with the prospect of tears; and the last thing you wanted right now is to show him how much he affects you.

The man beside you put his giant hand on top of your head and proceeded to mess up your hair.

He drawled on in a seemingly uninterested voice, "(Y/n)-chin should probably go and rest. Basketball is tiring, no? You should just probably eat these sweets with me and skip practice." He roughly patted your head and rested his hand on top.

"Ugghh…" You just got an intense headache from this fool and right now you swear that you just want to scream. Mou… how dense can he get? He kept holding the chocolate bar to you and you furiously shook your head. "Atsushi… I don't like sweets.",you said.

"Eh? Why doesn't (y/n)-chin like them?" The giant locked his eyes with you, probably aghast at your choice of reply.

"Hmm…" you closed your eyes trying to piece out the words, wondering how you can explain in a way he understands. "… I just don't like anything sweet, I guess."

"Anything sweet?! Ehh?!" his purple eyes turned into big circles. "Are you an alien, (y/n)chin?"

You laughed. "Eh, no… I just never liked the way sweet things taste."

"Jaa…" His face came closer, close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your cheeks. "Let's see if you don't like this." He rested his huge hand on the back of your head, grasping a few locks of your now tangled hair and drew you in closer. Closer, until his lips are firmly above yours.

Your cheeks went full scarlet and your breath hitched up a hike. You could feel his other hand closing upon your waist and the mere touch sent shivers down your spine.

He entered your mouth…
seeking out your tongue…
slowly then roughly…
enveloping yours…
letting you taste him...

He let go of you and you can't help but pant, trying to catch your breath.

He laughed and said, "How could you not like sweet things when you taste like it? (Y/n)-chin, do you not like it?"

You can't muster a proper reply. You hid your face with your hands and thought…

You like it…
even though his was unbearably sweet.

HAHHAHA! Can't get enough of KuroBasu! Thank you for reading! :)