#konoha fluff

[showhay]

hiii i love your writing so much omg ..... could i please request a konoha akinori x reader :3? good luck with your exams !!!! hopefully those rude anons leave you alone ...

stay over

— sometimes your best friend, akinori, is a human barnacle who refuses to let go, and sometimes you don’t really want him to anyway.

konoha akinori x f!reader

c: a ton of fluff!!

thank yew bby >3< i js delete most of the rude ones these days, their insults are boring

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

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it starts with the kind of stubborn grip usually reserved for toddlers in toy aisles and grandmas clutching coupons on sale day—except it’s not a toddler or a grandma, it’s konoha akinori, who currently has both arms looped around yours like you’re a particularly warm and squishy pillow he just found in a store and immediately decided he’s never returning.

“nooo,” he groans into your sleeve, dragging out the word like he’s auditioning for the lead role in a tragic opera. “five more minutes. actually, five more hours. actually—you live here now.”

“akinori,” you deadpan, trying to tug your arm free, which only results in him koala-clamping tighter. “i literally have to go home.”

“home is a state of mind,” he declares, cheek mashed against your shoulder, hair sticking up in about six different directions. “and your home is here. with me. forever. congratulations, y/n, you’ve just signed a lifetime lease.”

you blink. “…with no rent?”

“free rent, free snacks, free me—what more could you want?”

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konoha doesn’t just cling. no, “cling” is for amateurs, for casuals. konoha adheres. konoha latches. konoha is a certified human barnacle.

he tucks your hand into his pocket as if you’d wander off without a leash. he cups your face like you’re a priceless vase he has to check for cracks every five minutes. he drapes himself over your shoulders so heavily you swear your spine is becoming permanently bent into the shape of boy who thinks he’s your favorite hoodie.

and the audacity—the sheer, unrelenting audacity—is that he does it all with a smug grin and the confidence of someone who knows he could get away with murder if he smiled at the jury just right.

“you’re soft,” he mumbles one time, head dropping onto your chest like it’s the comfiest mattress known to mankind. “like… softer than pancakes. and pancakes are already dangerously soft. if you were a pillow i’d buy, like, twelve of you.”

“that’s weird, akinori.”

“what’s weird is that you’re not cuddling me back,” he fires, clutching you tighter. “tragic. heartbreaking. call the cops.”

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eventually, you manage to wriggle your phone out of his grip (don’t ask how—it involved distraction tactics, possibly bribery, and konoha trying to eat your phone.) and dial your mom, prepared to explain that your clingy best friend is once again preventing you from leaving his house.

“hey, mom,” you say as konoha tries to climb under your arm like some overgrown ferret. “yeah, i’m still at akinori’s place, but i was just about to—”

before you can finish, konoha lunges, grabs the phone, and—with the confidence of a man who has never once lost an argument he didn’t deserve to win—announces, “hi, mrs. l/n! it’s me, konoha, your future son-in-law. i mean, uh—her beloved husband. i mean—”

you slap a hand over his mouth, scandalized, but your mom’s laughter is already echoing from the speaker.

“oh, konoha,” she chuckles, as if he didn’t just ruin your entire social credibility. “is y/n giving you trouble?”

“mhm!” konoha nods aggressively, speaking through your hand like a muffled hostage. “she says she has to leave but that’s clearly a lie because she lives here now. right, mrs. l/n?”

“honey, you can stay if his mom says it’s okay,” your mom says sweetly, the tone that mothers use when they’re definitely scheming.

and just like that, your doom is sealed. because konoha, traitor extraordinaire, is already speed-dialing his mom on speaker.

“hi, mom! emergency question: can y/n sleep over tonight? her mom already said yes. okaythanksloveyoubye!”

you don’t even get to protest before the moms—the two traitors—are happily conspiring in the background, probably planning your wedding while they’re at it.

when konoha hangs up, he turns to you with the smuggest grin known to humankind.

“guess who’s staying over?”

you groan. “i hate you.”

he presses a kiss to your cheek, shameless. “love you too.”

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sleeping over at konoha’s house is exactly what you expected: the emotional equivalent of being trapped in a tornado made of clinginess, sugar, and misplaced confidence.

he insists you wear one of his hoodies—oversized, warm, and so saturated with his scent you’re convinced it could be bottled and sold as “boy who’s way too into his best friend.”

his mom “casually” drops off snacks in twos: two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows, two plates of cookies, two suspiciously heart-shaped grilled cheeses.

konoha keeps narrating everything like it’s a documentary. “here we see the y/n in her natural habitat, eating cookies, pretending she doesn’t want to kiss me. truly, a majestic sight.”

when you roll your eyes and throw a pillow at him, it escalates into an all-out war. feathers everywhere. the dog barking. konoha dramatically collapsing onto the carpet like you just murdered him in cold blood.

“tell my story,” he wheezes, sprawled out like a fallen hero. “tell the world i died tragically… at the hands of the girl i loved.”

you hurl another pillow at his head. “stop being so dramatic!”

he pops up immediately, grin sharp and bright. “but you’re smiling, so it worked.”

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around midnight, he drags you to the kitchen for a “very important mission”: raiding the fridge. you catch him eating shredded cheese straight from the bag like a feral raccoon.

“you’re disgusting,” you say flatly.

“disgustingly handsome,” he retorts, mouth full of cheese, before offering you some.

later, you’re sprawled on his floor, and he’s sitting behind you, determined to braid your hair despite having the dexterity of a raccoon with oven mitts.

“stop moving,” he scolds when you laugh. “this is delicate work. future historians will study this braid.”

“it looks like spaghetti,” you say.

“then you’re the prettiest plate of spaghetti i’ve ever seen,” he replies without missing a beat, and your face heats so fast you nearly combust.

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it happens when you’re finally lying down, the room dark except for the faint glow of his nightlight (shaped like a volleyball, because of course it is). konoha is pressed against your side, his arm thrown over your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

he’s quiet for a while—so quiet you think he’s asleep. and then, in that half-dreamy voice people get when their brain forgets to filter their mouth, he mumbles:

“you don’t even know how long i’ve liked you. it’s embarrassing. like… pathetically long. like, i think about you when i brush my teeth long. like, i’d fight god for you long.”

your heart goes feral in your chest. “…akinori?”

“hm?” he hums, nose buried in your hair.

“you’re insane.”

he chuckles, sleepy and soft. “only for you.”

and then he actually falls asleep, leaving you wide awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell you’re supposed to survive this boy who clings like gravity and confesses like breathing.

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the morning starts with the smell of something burning. which is never a good sign.

you stumble into the kitchen, still half-asleep, only to find konoha standing at the stove with the kind of intense focus usually reserved for surgeons performing heart transplants. except instead of saving a life, he’s massacring a frying pan of eggs.

“what… is that?” you ask, rubbing your eyes.

“breakfast,” he says proudly, which is generous, because the eggs are half raw, half charcoal.

“no, that’s a crime scene.”

he turns, spatula in hand, looking genuinely wounded. “wow. hurtful. i woke up early to make you food and you compare me to a criminal. i’ll remember this when i’m rich and famous and you’re begging me for autographs.”

you cross your arms. “you’d still give me one.”

he grins, sheepish. “yeah. and i’d draw a heart next to it.”

despite the catastrophic eggs, you end up eating cereal together, konoha perched beside you at the counter, chin propped in his hand as he stares at you like you’re the cure for every disease he’s ever had.

“stop looking at me like that,” you mumble.

“like what?”

“like… that.”

“sorry,” he says, not sorry at all. “it’s just… you’re kind of the best part of my whole morning.”

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somehow, his mom ropes the two of you into running errands with her. which wouldn’t be so bad if konoha didn’t decide this was the perfect opportunity to test the boundaries of your patience (and his shamelessness).

in the grocery store, he grabs your hand and loudly says, “we’re a package deal!” to the cashier, who winks at you knowingly.

he insists you pick out snacks “for our future pantry,” then adds, “i mean, you’re obviously gonna live with me someday, so might as well start now.”

in the parking lot, he carries the lightest bag possible and still demands praise like he just lifted a car.

“look at these guns,” he says, flexing dramatically.

“those are water pistols at best.”

he gasps, clutching his chest like you shot him. “unbelievable. you wound me.”

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back at his house, the moms are whispering together on the porch, which is terrifying in its own right. they stop only long enough to say:

“y/n, honey, your mom and i think you should stay another night. it’s saturday, after all.”

before you can protest, konoha is already pumping his fist in the air like his team just won nationals.

“YES! two nights in a row! do you know what this means, y/n?”

you sigh. “…that i’ll never know peace again?”

“that you love it here,” he says smugly, tugging you inside before you can argue.

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the day passes in a blur of ridiculous activities that only konoha could come up with.

he challenges you to mario kart, loses miserably, and then accuses you of “cheating with your pretty face.”

he tries to teach you how to juggle with oranges, fails spectacularly, and one orange ends up hitting him square in the forehead. you laugh so hard you cry.

he sneaks up behind you when you’re scrolling your phone, rests his chin on your shoulder, and murmurs, “you smell like my hoodie. that’s dangerous for my heart.”

and the thing is—you’re not even annoyed. you’re… warm. ridiculously warm. the kind of warm that makes you wonder if maybe you don’t want to go home tomorrow, either.

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later that night. you’re both sprawled on his bed, whispering nonsense in the dark like kids at a sleepover, except there’s a heavy charge in the air that wasn’t there before.

konoha’s close. too close. his hand is resting on your waist, thumb brushing absent circles into your shirt, and his forehead is pressed against yours like he’s testing the distance between you.

“you know,” he whispers, voice low, “if i don’t kiss you right now, i might actually explode.”

your breath catches. “akinori—”

he cuts you off, not with words, but with the softest, hungriest kind of kiss—the kind that feels like he’s been waiting his whole life for this exact moment. his hand slides to your cheek, holding you like you might slip away, his body pressing flush against yours as if proximity alone could say everything he’s never said out loud.

it’s messy. it’s desperate. it’s so very him.

when he finally pulls back, breathless and grinning, he murmurs, “see? i told you. you live here now.”

and you didn’t mind, at all.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

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a: me and the other 5 konoha lovers cheered ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[215-luv]

HQ BOYS WHEN YOU SLEEP ON TOP OF HIM (pt. 2)

SAKUSA: “what are you doing?” he grumbles under his breath as his eyebrows furrow, looking at your figure on top of him as annoyance etches on his face. however, you also couldn’t miss the worry in his eyes as his hands find its way on your lower back. he’s about to speak out another remark when your closed eyelids brought him to a halt. and so he lets you be, releasing a sigh from his lips before letting his fingers soothe your lower back to lull you deeper to sleep.

IWAIZUMI: he almost chuckles when you take your place on top of him, thinking you were in a playful mood. however, the sight of your droopy eyelids causes him to raise an eyebrow as he lets his muscular arms encircle themselves around your body. his question comes out in a low murmur, “are you sleepy?” and with a tired hum coming from you as a reply, he lets a soft smile form on his face, nudging your head closer to the crook of his neck while indulging himself upon the feeling of your warmth.

USHIJIMA: “what’s wrong, love?” he worriedly asks you as both of his eyebrows raises, letting your head fall on top of his chest. “nothing, i want to sleep here toshi, is that okay?” although still confused as to why you would sleep on top of him rather than the huge space the bed has for you, he lets his arms circle themselves around your waist. “okay, if that’s what you like.” he replies stoically, despite his now reddened ears that goes unnoticed by you.

SUGAWARA: “what’s this?” he chuckles, a playful glint showing through his eyes as one of his hands quickly take place to play with your hair while the other rests on your lower back. his smile seems to widen when he notices the sleepy look on your face and he lowers his head down to give your forehead a kiss. “alright, you’re really adorable. sweet dreams, beautiful.”

HINATA: let’s out a tiny oomf as you plop on top of him without a word. he looks down at you confused but doesn’t question it anyway. as soon as he sees your closed eyelids, he immediately lets himself shut up, not wanting to wake you up because he thinks it’d be a mortal sin to commit such an act. he then instead lets his hand rest itself on your upper back for comfort, the warmth coming from you lulling himself aswell into deep sleep.

ATSUMU: “well what do we have here?” a breathy chuckle comes out from his lips as he looks down to your now sleeping figure. his smile seems to widen even more the longer he looks at you. he lets his arm encircle itself around your body while the other positions itself on your lower back to give you soft pats. a content hum comes from him as he whispers to particularly nothing, “you’re so cute, you should do this often baby.”

KONOHA: “hi bab— oh, you’re doing this now?” he cuts off the greeting with a question as you plop on top of him without a word, earning a smirk that forms on his face as his lazy eyes drop down to your figure. “what’s gotten you so clingy baby?” he’s so smug omfg. his arm finds itself around your waist while his other hand finds place on your nape to push your head closer to the crook of his neck. with a content sigh, he doesn’t batter a single word as he lets you drift to sleep on top of him.

[cottonlemonade]

IKEA Assembling Chaos

“You wanna screw?”

He held up a screw and your face painted the very picture of exasperation.

For the past hour and a half you had tried to put together a shelf with your boyfriend in your new apartment but as much as you loved him, he was really testing your patience.

Sensing your inability to laugh at his marvelous joke he gave you a peck on your chubby cheek and told you he’d finish up himself and you could go continue unpacking in the living room. With a sigh of “Thank god.” you got up and fled the scene.

It didn’t take long for chaos to ensue. You were just folding up a freshly emptied box when you heard a small crash, followed by a curse from the room you had left (unsupervised) not 15 minutes ago.

"You okay?", you called.

More swearing. You put down the cardboard and went to investigate. There in your bedroom stood your boyfriend, a pile of disassembled IKEA bookshelf pieces to his feet. He seemed to be examining his left pinky.

"Did you hurt yourself?" You had to resist the urge to add the word again.

"Just a splinter." He grumbled, as he squeezed his finger to get it out, sucking in a sharp breath and wincing in the process. "I think I need to cut my finger off to get this out."

"Let me see what I can do first.", you teased, leading him to a bedside lamp to get a closer look.

You quickly went into the bathroom to get your tweezers and some disinfectant.

"Alright, let's see."

He winced again as you lifted the tweezers.

"I haven’t even touched you yet.”, you laughed, “Now hold still, you big baby."

"Yes, doctor." He replied mockingly but kept his hand steady this time, although that didn't keep him from whining as if you were sawing off his leg without anesthetic.

"Got it!", you said triumphantly and in deep concentration held up his pinky to the light to see if you had gotten everything.

After a few silent moments, he asked, "Do you think I'm gonna make it?"

You slapped his shoulder and rolled your eyes.

Lastly, you put a bandaid over the terrible wound and made sure to give it a kiss.

He scoffed, but kissed the tip of your nose. "Thanks, babe."

"No problem. But maybe leave the building to me from now on."

Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi, Mattsun, Makki, Noya, Tendou, Oikawa, Ukai, Konoha, Suna, Semi, your fave

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ konoha as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ a/n: i've always had a small obsession with konoha ngl. i also really wanna go to the aquarium rn hence the storyline.

⟡ best friend series: akaashi, bokuto, || masterlist

best friend konoha who you met when you passed by the volleyball gym and saw konoha shivering in fear. you asked him what was wrong and apparently bokuto almost knocked hsi head off with a spike (again?)

best friend konoha who you got closer to immediately after when you went to go get him some juice and a snack to help him calm down.

best friend konoha who let you write on his volleyball practice shoes while you were sitting outside with him.

best friend konoha who laughed when you hit someone with one of those tiny megaphones after they called him jack of all trades master of none.

best friend konoha who shared his dreams while walking home with you one night after volleyball practice (you watched the team practice from time to time just out of boredom)

best friend konoha who listens to all of your silly updates about singers/bands ("did you hear about the ariana grande scandal? no? well let me tell you all about it")

best friend konoha who always ended up stealing some of your food during lunch.

best friend konoha who you went to the same college with because you didn't want to be alone on a whole new campus.

best friend konoha who you had pizza nights with every friday as a reward for surviving the week.

best friend konoha who took you to the aquarium after he found out you've never been to one.

best friend konoha who noticed how cute you actually are when you stared at all the fish in awe.

best friend konoha who noticed his heart skipped a beat when you ran to the jellyfish all excitedly because they were your favorite sea creature growing up.

best friend konoha who realized his feelings when you dragged him to the dolphin show and made sure that you guys got seats in the splash zone.

best friend konoha who didn't confess for a week until you came over to his dorm with a gift bag in hand for him.

best friend konoha who reached into the bag and saw a framed photo of you both from the day trip to the aquarium. you had gotten someone to take pictures of the both of you in front of the big jellyfish tank.

best friend konoha who nearly dropped the picture frame when he ran to hug you.

best friend konoha who kissed you out of nowhere without thinking. not that you were complaining though.

best friend konoha who properly asked you do be his girlfriend after a few moments.

best friend konoha who is now boyfriend konoha who brought you cupcakes the next day with little sea creatures on them.

[pengububs]

2:39 am.

As he happened to wake up in the middle of the night—he lets out an unsatisfied groan at the view of you still being on your phone.

That damn phone.

Its light filled the your shared bedroom, but he wished it didn't.

Wrapping his arms around your cashew-formed, sitting position, he softly tugs you back, hoping you notice what he is trying to tell you.

When you don't, he decides that your phone has to go. Was this some kind of a love triangle?

Sitting halfway up, he snatches your phone with one skilled move and places it somewhere on the desk behind him. Somewhere he could be certain that you wouldn't be able to reach for it yourself.

"Why'd you do that?" You pouted. In response, he trapped you in his arms, pulling you against his bare chest.

You could feel a satisfied grin as he let you get comfortable—not unlocking his arms, though. Now that he got your attention, he would certainly not give it back to your phone.

Matsukawa Issei | Oikawa Tōru | Daichi Sawamura | Kageyama Tobio | Tendō Satori | Kuroo Tetsurō | Semi Eita | Konoha Akinori

♡ masterist

♡ little drabble. rebloggs and any other interaction is appreciated! goodnight.

[shineshua]

akaashi doesn’t laugh at the most idiotic thing ever. like cmon, the video is saying “poopy”, how is that not funny?!?

konoha eats your food and has the audacity to say he didn’t eat it.

ushijima uses the 2 in 1 shampoo bottle. im sorry.

sugawara bites his nails and chews on it. im kinda sorry.

suna has musty feet. i’m not sorry.

shimizu doesn’t do anything weird, she’s perfect 😍

[atsumwah]

when you have cramps.

featuring : akaashi, bokuto, konoha, atsumu, osamu, kita & suna.

notes : cramps are the worst so if u hv them everytime u get ur period i feel u my dudes <3 also not proofread so just turn a blind eye and I'll fix it when i wake up && reblogs are appreciated!!

akaashi lets you sleep in more. he knows how tired you feel especially during the first few days so he makes it a mission to be as quiet as possible when he wakes up for the day, not before giving you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves. he even prepares your favourite for breakfast truly the best bf imo

bokuto keeps it quiet. he's known to be very loud and he knows that's one of the things you love about him too but he gets it if you don't want to be pestered a lot, especially when you're in pain. so when he gets back from practice to tell you about his day, he holds himself back to see how you're doing first. he'll spend most of the time listening to you and it's honestly a refreshing thing to see on his end.

konoha knows how to read you. he knows when he should take it easy with the teasing or when to give you some space for yourself or when to be attached to your hip when you're in a clingy mood. this would also be the time where he orders your favourite takeout and surprises you with it, along with your favourite ice cream stocked up in the fridge (he just knows u rlly well acts of services king right here tbh)

atsumu gives you cuddles. he doesn't have the luxury to stay with you in the mornings, but at night you're all his <3 if he gets off early, he's zooming home and prepares to have a night in with you. one arm holds you close to him while the other wraps around your waist to rub your tummy when you're in pain. it's also a bonus bcs he's loves having you in his arms anyways <33

osamu prepares your favourite food. like warm comfort food you don't get to eat a lot and only find it in a restaurant two hours away kind of food. even if its a complicated recipe, he'll try his best to replicate it and add a little samu in it too. will bring it to you if you're in bed or on the sofa.

kita has everything ready. tampons? check. pads? check. extra comfy clothing? check. you have a headache? no worries just lay in his lap and he'll massage it till you feel better. you have cramps? he's got a heat pad with your name on it . you want your favourite chocolate? he's got it all restocked in the fridge. he's prepared for literally anything.

suna becomes your personal butler not that he wasn't a simp for you already but seriously whatever you need, he gets for you no questions asked. he gets how shitty you're feeling (okay not really but he's heard from his sister how shitty it was) so he's not one to complain. you need a blanket? mans up and running to get you one. you don't like the food you ordered? he'll switch with you or even buy you something else. you need more ice cream? brb he's running to the store real quick. you need cuddles? say less he won't move for the next three hours if it came to that.

[heich0e]

u get it

Konoha can’t help it when he sees your sweet and still sleepy expression, nipples poking through your thin shirt, his hands are already twitching at his sides and his sweatpants feel tight when you stretch your neck and roll your shoulders back…..he just wants to cup your chest for a bit but of course it quickly turns into more because he’s just that good at getting you all hot n bothered hhh

(hope it s okay for me to thirst like this in ur inbox hehe)

gray this literally made me SPIRAL he is just so ... !!!

(also ofc it's ok to thirst like this but i hope what happened as a result is also ok)

sunday kind of love konoha akinori/f!reader (haikyuu!!) tags: fluff, fondling, sleepy easy mornings with The Best Boy, konoha simping while also being a bit of a perv (affectionate) a/n: inspired by gray's ORIGINAL TEXT POST + big beautiful brain, and the song sunday kinda love by etta james

There will always be a demand for pharmaceuticals.

There will always be sick people who need to be treated, soothed, or even healed by the marvels of modern medicine.

Konoha Akinori likes his job—but more than that, he likes to think there’s value in the work he does.

He travels the length of the country to meet with doctors, surgeons, and specialists whose patients his company’s formulas may be of use to, and talk them through their benefits and uses; he attends conferences where other companies gather to present their newest developments; and speaks at events as a promising up-and-coming member of the industry—all in an effort to ensure the medicines the researchers at his company have worked tirelessly to perfect make it into the hands of those who need them most.

The only thing he doesn’t like about his work is that it keeps him away from home.

His hours are long through the week, Monday to Friday: commuting in the early morning to make it to his office, and often stuck in meetings or on business calls until the late hours of the evening. He even works the occasional Saturday, or finds himself travelling back from business trips on that day of the week. Monday to Saturday, there's always something to do: a report to read, a sale to close, a call to make, or a train to catch.

But Sundays? Those days are for you.

For this.

“I’m making crepes, but we were out of milk.”

Konoha shuffles into the sun-soaked kitchen of the tiny Tokyo apartment the two of you share, one hand shoved under his sweatshirt to scratch at his tummy where the skin is still warm from the bed he’s just rolled out of. He spots you at the stove, adding another scoop of batter into the pan in front of you—listening to the sizzle as you spread it across the hot surface with a careful tilt of the handle.

“I used some soy milk from the fridge instead,” you say, your voice still a little dozy. Akinori notices the way your hair is mussed at the crown of your head, and resists the urge to laugh—you must have only just woken up as well.

Cute.

His slippers scuffle along the floor as he creeps up behind you, peeking over your shoulder at what you’re cooking, before pressing a little kiss to your temple as he settles himself against your frame.

“Will that work?” he asks, his voice still raspy from the sleep he’d just roused from.

You hum, and he’s not sure if it’s in response to his question or a reaction to his hands tracing lazily up and down your sides.

“I think if we put enough fruit and whipped cream on them they should be edible.” You let out a little laugh, leaning back into him and his touch a little further.

Konoha chuckles, dropping his face into the crook of your neck and pressing a kiss to the point of your pulse. His eyes can’t help but notice two peaks beneath the material of your oversized t-shirt—his t-shirt once, though it inarguably suits you better—the material worn thin from years of wear. It leaves little to the imagination as to what rests just beneath.

His hands move up and up, under the hem of your sleep shirt and to the plush, yielding flesh of your chest, drawn there as if by their own will.

“Aki,” you breathe the familiar nickname through a giggle, carefully flipping the crepe in front of you even as he fondles you beneath your top. It makes a satisfying sound as it turns in the pan—crackling through the quiet warmth of your home.

This time it's him who hums as he kneads into your skin, one large hand cupped around each breast. He pushes them together underneath your shirt, brushing his thumbs across the peaks he can feel pebbling under his touch. He has no agenda, not really—he just likes to hold you, be close to you, as often as he can.

“I’m cooking,” you say weakly, but you only lean back a little further into him—press a little firmer into the stiffness you feel tightening his sweatpants.

“Don’t burn yourself, then,” he replies easily, his fingers pinching—thumb and forefinger pressing tight together on each hand—around your nipples.

You let out a weak mewl that makes Akinori’s knees feel like jelly, repeating the motion in hopes of hearing the sweet sound again. He plants hot, open-mouthed kisses all along your throat as he keeps his fingers and hands otherwise occupied.

“What about your coffee?” he breathes into the smooth skin of your throat after a while, rolling his hips forward to grind gently against the curve of your ass. Konoha drinks his black, but he knows you prefer yours sweet and lightened. “You’ll need milk for it. Can’t use soy for that.”

He brushes his nose through your hair, dragging his teeth along the the shell of your ear, watching how you shiver when he purses his lips together and blows softly against it.

“I could run to the store and go get some for you,” he says, voice tight with fondness and a lilt of teasing he never seems to shake.

You turn in his arms so quickly it takes him aback, his hands slipping out from under your shirt—the crepe in the pan in front of you all but forgotten.

“Don’t you dare leave,” you say breathlessly, clutching the material of his sweatshirt in tightly balled fists as you stare up at him imploringly.

Now that he can see your face, he sees just how flustered you are—how your lips are ruddy and swollen from the way you’ve been gnawing on them, how your cheeks are flushing sweetly—and how all lingering traces of your sleepiness have been overwritten.

He smiles, leaning forward to brush his mouth against yours. It’s barely even a kiss, but you dissolve into it like the sugar you take in your coffee all the same.

“Don’t worry,” he says once he pulls away.

You’re still clinging to his sweatshirt, lips still pursed like you’re not yet ready to be parted, and your eyes slowly flutter open to lift towards his curiously.

He cups your face in his hands, grinning down at you.

“I’m not going anywhere.”