sunarinio

[sunarinio]

just get it off!

keiji akaashi x reader

slightly nsfw; no smut

getting the top off you is a challenge that akaashi didn't expect

akaashi keiji is a very patient boyfriend. an overthinker, but still patient. he waits when he dresses up in fifteen minutes while you take an hour for your date. he lets you cling to him even during particularly warm summer nights. he tries his best to coax you into talking to him after a fight. he has to be patient when dealing with a moody girlfriend, whom he loves oh so much.

tonight, however, his patience was running out. you were under him. giggling.

he was already completely naked, thanks to the blowjob you gave him as soon as the two of you were back home. it was your six month anniversary since you had started dating officially. albeit a bit sloppy, due to the intoxicated states of both of you, it only made him look forward to the rest of the night. it would be your first time having sex, after all.

but the mood was gone. you were laughing. he almost rolled off you.

“keiji…i’m…sorry,” you said, a burst of laughter between each word. akaashi just raised an eyebrow. he waited.

the laughter died down slowly and you tried to explain, “i’m sorry, it’s like a design flaw. i don’t know what to do about it”

“i don’t know what to say,” akaashi sighed, “does it not meet your standards?” he vaguely gestured to his body.

you pressed a finger to his lips to shush him. “you know it has nothing to with that. see, i’m just ticklish okay? it’s a difficult life”

“it wasn’t this bad before,” akaashi looked down at you skeptically.

“it gets worse with alcohol,” you replied sheepishly, “we have never done this drunk before”

“drinking on dates is banned now.”

akaashi tried again. his fingers slipped under your top and this time he tried to get it off without touching you in any way. but alas, his knuckles grazed your skin and down you went again.

you squirmed a little before bursting a short giggle. you covered your mouth immediately at akaashi’s eyebrow raise, though his mouth curled up into a small smirk.

“god, what am i gonna do with you?” he groaned, falling back on the bed.

“hey, don’t give up!” you pulled him back up by the hands.

“why don’t you just do it yourself?”

“what? no! that’s not romantic,” you pout.

“just getting the top off is difficult enough, how am i gonna do the bra? at this rate we’ll die virgins,” akaashi mumbled before trying again.

you chuckled, “so you’re in this for the rest of your life hm?”

akaashi’s cheeks slightly tinted pink but before he could reply, his fingers grazed your waist again and you burst into laughter. and if it was possible to look fond and tired of someone at the same time, that was how he was looking at you.

[sunarinio]

confused, really

atsumu miya x reader

is he just a friend, or something more?

he knew everything about you. because you told him everything. but did you know everything about him? heaven only knows.

atsumu and you were friends. normal friends. who sometimes talked all night long. normal friends do that right?

because you thought you did. after a conversation that spanned four hours into the night, you cut the call and thought to yourself, “this is it. he told me so much about his childhood today, he definitely likes me back.”

only for you to clench your jaw the next day when hana at the lunch table said “oh, atsumu, do you know hyuga? he went to the same volleyball club as you in middle school” why the hell does she know the name of his middle school volleyball club?

it wasn’t just her, it seemed like atsumu talked to everyone and everyone knew things about him. some things that you did, some things that you didn’t. it wasn’t that you were jealous but you realised you must have overthought this. he talks to everyone. maybe yesterday it was just your turn. you wondered whether the other calls lasted as long as yours did. or could it be he called others for longer? no that would be absurd, a four hour call was already too much.

before you could spiral into more overthinking, atsumu’s voice brought you back. “oh hyuga! now i remember!” he turned to you from across the table “y/n you remember i told you yesterday about the guy in middle school who sneaked in snacks for us after practice? that’s him!” he laughed, his attention going back to hana “he was a lifesaver, i swear. the food they provided was outright tasteless”

and the conversation continued and you were forgotten again. you preferred it this way anyway. the only attention you really wanted was his, not the whole table’s. points stacked up on your side though. you knew something about him that they didn’t.

after classes though you were dejected again. all the overthinking had gotten you to believe that he really didn’t like you back. it was just you fantasizing. you said goodbye to your friends and walked to your dorm.

“hey y/n! wait up!”

you turned back. atsumu.

you smiled involuntarily. “hey tsum, need something?”

he ran up to you, a little breathless, “y/n you have to come with me”

your head tilted to the side, “where?”

“you had said we could watch that anime today. you forgot.” he huffed, crossing his arms.

realisation suddenly hit you. you really had promised him something like that.

you chuckled nervously, “tsumu can we do it on the weekend? i’m not feeling it today” you couldn’t spend more time with him after all that overthinking.

atsumu frowned, “something’s wrong?”

you shook your head, “no, just tired, that’s all. why don’t you watch it with someone else? i think suna watches it”

atsumu’s frowned deepened, “no. i have to watch it with you”

your heart skipped a beat. “why me?”

he looked away, “i don’t know, it just has to be you”

“i don’t think i understand…” you really didn’t. he talked to everyone in the college. you were sure there were other people he could watch it with.

atsumu sighed before meeting you gaze again, “it’s just…i care about your opinion more than anyone else’s alright? i wanna know your thoughts and feelings about it, not suna’s. or anyone else’s.”

your mouth formed an o.

“please? i’ll come to your dorm if you want. but i can’t wait for the next episode,” he almost whined. sometimes you almost forgot miya atsumu was a big baby.

you chuckled, “fine, come on then”

atsumu started walking next to you, a grin on his face as he yapped about the anime continuously with a few inputs from your side into the conversation.

maybe atsumu did talk to everyone. but a little more to you than others.