synopsis: you have a bad habit of texting akaashi keiji when you're drunk.
he has a bad habit of pretending it doesn't mean anything.
genre: mutual pining. angst. smut. romance. situationship?? friends-to-lovers. roommates-to-lovers. emotional intimacy.
wc: 1.5k.
warnings: angst w a happy ending. explicit sexual content/smut. alcohol use. drunk texting. emotional vulnerability. mild anxiety. consensual sexual tension!!!! soft!dom akaashi. voice kink. praise kink.
taglist: @chososbbygrl
notes: it's truly a crime how i haven't written about my main man since beginning to write again. so let's start again here.
happy season finale of love islanddd <3
ohohoh and next fic is a req for kuroo x reader x tsukki so i promise ur getting fed guys tehehe
you had a bad habit of texting akaashi keiji when you were drunk.
he always kept his phone on do not disturb and then responded to you in the morning, poking fun at whatever event you claimed ran until the asscrack of dawn.
but they didn't.
most nights you went out ended with the club closing at 2am and you got in around 2:30.
it didn't really even make sense to text him this late - after all, you lived in an apartment with him, bokuto, and kuroo.
when you'd open the door, it'd be dead quiet.
sure, everyone might be up, but they were in their own space.
existing in the corner of their world that only spawns when the world is still. silent.
the time you only really see on birth and death certificates.
or when you make really bad decisions.
you forgot your keys in the apartment.
the memory flashed as you groaned. that dresser to the right of your bed, where the incense and lighters lay, strewn right next to the phone charger and a water bottle.
and the last percent of your battery was used to text akaashi some dumb shit - something about him being the only sagittarius man you tolerate.
so you knocked.
and knocked.
shit. i really have to pee.
"i know they're all not fucking asleep. c'mon now," you muttered, as the side of your fist collided with the metal door.
silence.
shit.
"kuroo. i swear to god. i'm not letting you in anymore. i don't give a flying fuck what girl you bring home. you could bring rihanna herself and i still wouldn't open this door. akaashi would never do me like th-," he rubbed his eyes as the door slid open.
"oh! thank you, kaashi." you sighed, brushing past him.
"mhm."
"didn't expect you to answer. can't sleep?" you asked, before shutting the bathroom door behind you.
"something like that."
his footsteps padded the kitchen before nearing you again.
"i guess i need to answer the door more."
a laugh escaped you, vision blurring as you tried to focus.
"yeah actually!"
"normally it's kuroo and then i have to beg and plead him to let me in just for him to be like 'oh its fine!'
if it's bokuto he just opens the door. and then i have to shield my eyes cause sometimes he'll forget to put on a shirt or some pants and then it's just fucking awkward for everyone."
a smile spread across his face as he turned away to avoid your gaze.
"god i don't know why i text you."
your fingers fumbled with the phone's power button.
"yes you do." he replied, voice laced with exhaustion.
dangerous.
silence.
how do i even respond to that.
"cause you're a sagittarius."
like you could blame jupiter for whatever feelings suffocated this apartment at 3am.
a breeze fluttered through the kitchen's open window as his hands met the back of your thighs to pull your skirt down. you could see the shift in his jaw as his eyes met yours.
"sorry." he mumbled.
"thought it'd be respectful."
"it's cool.. thank you."
"but if you don't mind me asking, kuroo and bokuto always answer - so why do you text me?"
"why do you want to know so bad?"
"just curious," he responded, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"is it truly that odd to be curious how i'm perceived? or is that only reserved for voice memos after last call?" he expressed, voice soft.
what the fuck was that feeling in your chest. it fluttered. felt warm and gooey like the inside of a hot cookie.
you shifted in your platforms.
the two of you were at eye level.
"stop looking at me like that." you insisted, skirt beginning to feel tight as heat pooled low in your stomach.
"like what?"
"you're thinking things. like you know something i don't."
"i'm not the one sweating like a sinner in church over a simple question," he adjusted his shirt. "you make it hard to focus on anything else."
you couldn't stop tapping your foot, why does it feel like he's undressing you with his eyes and why do you kinda want him to.
soft rustling at the end of the hall shook you out of whatever nasty dream floated between a normal response and the deranged ones.
"keiji?"
"kuroo."
"what's up? you're up late."
"just talking."
kuroo's eyes darted between the two of you.
"you look pretty." he nodded towards you before pouring water into his bottle.
"doesn't she?" akaashi replied.
"thank you, tetsu.."
"mmm so i'm not third-wheeling in my own kitchen. night." he said, before retreating back down the hallway.
"night." the two of you replied at the same time, not breaking eye contact.
"i like talking to you. it's calming. your whole presence just does that and your voice is really nice - but not like, in a weird way. it's very attractive."
his eyebrows raised but somehow the words kept spilling out.
is this spontaneous combustion? it must be.
should i kiss him?
"i love when you leave me voicemails. oh and your arms are really nice. like the one time you carried me to bed after that movie night? had me thinking about your arms around my thighs for days."
shit.
"actually. i'm done. i think i'll shut up now."
"no, keep going."
"say please," you teased.
"please, i did let you in tonight." he chuckled, hands now on his hips.
for the first time tonight, you really took him in. he was definitely wide awake now but sleep still crept in his demeanor. eyes low, blue t-shirt riding up due to his stance, and grey sweats riding low on his waist.
"see, like you even sound pretty when you beg? hello??" you giggled, sitting on top of the counter across from him now.
fuck.
uncomfortable heat spread to your cheeks.
and between your legs.
"i'm starting to think you call me this late on purpose," he snorted now, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.
was he being serious?
intuition is always right, and while yours was telling you to shut the fuck up and go to bed - you couldn't. the cool tile of the kitchen counter felt better than the warmth of blankets and whatever regret would fester in your heart if you stayed silent.
"god forbid a girl like a vocal man."
"can i show you how vocal i'm willing to get for you?" he snapped, voice low and gravelly.
"duh."
with three steps forward and your hands guiding his, he stood between your thighs as the two of you were face to face.
suddenly it didn't matter that the skirt was higher.
"you're scareddd," you mocked, tilting your head to look at him closer. a soft sigh left his lips as he took his glasses off.
and for a moment everything stopped. you could've swore it seemed like the universe waited for the two of you.
"kindly, be quiet." he whispered, before pressing his lips to yours. it started off slow. soft. shy. his hands cupped your cheek and yours threaded his curls.
the same way waves crashed softly before a storm.
he pulled back cautiously, eyes searching yours before flickering down at how you two were intertwined.
"are you sure you won't have any regrets about this in the morning?"
a flicker of doubt settled in your chest, hesitation.
did he really want you? was he second guessing?
the voicemails and memos. the texts. they haunted you.
akaashi always knew what to say. a quip or something witty.
the most attractive thing a man can do is listen and he did that.
you wondered if his composure ever had a breaking point. so the messages - they got flirtier. nastier. but around everyone else, it's as if nothing ever happened.
deep down, you knew he was being respectful.
waiting for you to sort through your own feelings.
but when it comes down to it, would he actually choose you?
you saw him in a million ways and yearned for him in more.
he wouldn't do this tonight and then ignore you right?
that's not akaashi. it's delusion creeping. anxiety.
"absolutely not."
and then there was absolutely nothing quiet about the two of you. your bracelets scraped against the kitchen faucet as you fumbled for balance. he groaned into your mouth as fingers splayed beyond the underside of your thighs.
vocal indeed.
"needed this.." you panted, as your other hand gripped the back of his shirt.
"mmmm. it's obvious, even the way you lean into my touch," he smiled, peppering kisses along your throat.
any other day, if you caught him staring he'd look away.
he never allowed himself to look for too long - avoiding making you uncomfortable in addition to the boys never letting him live it down.
you arched against his fingertips as a gasp spilled from your lips. he barely noticed you pulling up the hem of his shirt until the sharpness of acrylics met his skin.
"you're always beautiful but especially when you need me like this," the warmth of his breath brushed your ears. "it's evil how addicted i am."
"kaashi!" you whined at the lack of his lips.
"let's be considerate," he chuckled, low and quiet. "can i pick you up?"
"mhm."
his grip tightened as your legs wrapped around his waist.
"i should leave my keys more often," you muttered into his neck.
he closed your bedroom door with his foot.
"don't wake anyone up!"
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synopsis: he had a key.
you had a reason to behave.
genre: smut. college!au. grad student!toji. shits n' giggles. unresolved tension.
wc: 953
warnings: explicit smut. unprotected sex. choking. degradation + praise. name-calling. dumbification. oral (f receiving). overstimulation. public-ish setting. alcohol mention. toji being an actual menace. slight dubcon! (like if you squint)
taglist: @chososbbygrl
notes: had an idea. don't know if it was a good one. also another one where i'm like hm haven't written about my main man fr. hope u enjoy :)
can u tell my characters have bad luck with keys??
but fr i promise i'm working on kuroo x reader x tsukki but it is almost 2k words and i wanna make sure its perffffff cause whew that one is a hot ass mess girl.
it was a mistake knocking on his door this late.
he probably wasn't there.
or wouldn't answer.
you'd come in from what was supposed to be some small chill club off-campus.
except finals had just ended, it was eleven pm, and your best friend got free drinks from the hr violation that happened to work the bar.
but he was the only person who had extra keys.
and wouldn't charge you for them.
you'd broke yours in the door.
a whiteboard was pinned to the left of his door.
"toji fushiguro, grad ra call 911 if i can't fix it," was scrawled in green expo.
room 4251
your roommate would kill you for this.
but god knows she's so not waking up, even if you pounded on the door.
so you stood outside room 4251 after knocking for ten seconds
(you counted)
the door opened slowly.
"if it's about your roommate, figure that shit out in the morning." he said, rubbing his eyes. they met your shortly afterward.
his expression softened.
"hey stem barbie," he scoffed, looking you up and down.
"i got locked out." you sighed, rolling your eyes.
"this why they call you the campus flirt?"
"and this is why they call you the number one resident problem?" he laughed.
"be so fucking serious." you snorted.
"the ra that sneaks around and hosts ragers when no one's looking? and calls his residents things like 'stem barbie'?"
"one, yes.
two, that's just a you thing."
"shut up and give me a key," you threatened.
"you show up to my dorm," he started.
"dressed like a problem and get mad that you still have a nickname?"
"can't believe stem barbie was the same girl that was begging me to make her throat sore? the same stem barbie that said you'd be my 'stupid slut' right?" he admitted, a smile forming at the side of his lips.
"don't wanna hear shit from someone who begged to eat me out," you shot back.
"and i'd do it again. want me to shut that mouth up for good? or is it still your throat?" he leaned against the doorframe.
"doesn't matter, it's not like you could do either."
"really?" he asked, stepping closer - the two of you face to face now.
"you heard me."
"let me prove it then."
you shouldn't lean in. you shouldn't curl your fingers into the back of his hair. his hands shouldn't be meeting the small of your back. and god knows this door shouldn't shut with the two of you entangled like this.
but it does.
"you're such a whore," he panted, pulling back as your lips met right above his collarbone. "thought you hated me."
"still do," you groaned, mid-bite.
"doesn't feel like it."
he leaned back on his bed, one hand under your thigh as you straddled him and the other fumbling to pull down his sweats.
you pulled your panties to the side and sunk onto him.
"fuck." he groaned.
"always a mess huh?"
"p-please toji! "a-ah, feels good!" you whined, acrylics digging into his the side of his thigh. his pace was relentless, unfair really. you were already dripping down his thighs, loud and lewd and shameful.
"thought so," he grumbled, hands gripping your waist as he slammed back inside you. "so pretty when you clench around me like that,"
a filthy, guttural moan escaped your lips. one floodgate had opened and the rest came after.
"ha-a, need you! r-right there! wait, fuck, i'm sorry–" you whined, trying to lift up so you wouldn't finish.
"sorry for what? begging or fuckin' up my sheets? ," he teased, gritting his teeth as he pressed on your lower stomach. "feel that? 's all me."
every slap of skin, every groan, the way he tilted his head back when you gripped around him, sopping cunt be damned. this made you remember why you begged for all of those things. why you were his booksmart dumb slut.
"see how greedy you are? just need it all, hm?
real reason for the attitude?" he pried.
"you're so mean– toji!" you spat, trying to hold yourself steady, both hands digging into his chest. squelching noises filled the room as you cried on his cock. "p-please! 'm close!" you yelped.
he slowed, pressing all the way inside, eyes locked on yours. "that stupid for me already?"
you nodded mercilessly, fingers frantically rubbing that sensitive little nub. walls fluttering around him. "fuck, princess.." he sighed, voice gravelly and insatiable.
his fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing lightly at first. you gasped before a giggle left you. crazed, delusional, filthy.
a smile spread across his face as his hands gripped rougher.
"what?" you whimpered, voice high and sticky and fucked out.
"shut up." he laughed, voice teetering between fascination and danger.
he looked down at the both of you before laughing, low and evil.
in one swift move, you were pinned under him, bent over the side of his bed and crying, hysterically as he hit that spot perfectly, damn near overwhelming it.
"good girls shut the hell up. you just get on fuck shit." he snorted, gripping the back of your neck.
you nodded, mind blank. the feeling of being stretched overwhelming everything. drool glistened on your chest under the led lights.
"you knew showing up like this would be a fuckin' mess." he huffed, two of his fingers now in your mouth.
"suck." he instructed.
and you did. mindlessly, sloppily, until his thrusts got rushed. and his mouth just got nastier.
"look at you." he mocked. "sucking me in both ways huh. guess you missed this, liar."
"better take every last drop."
guess he did charge you for that key,
just in a different way.
