#kunimi drabble

[heartsoji]

cherry pop

kunimi akira x reader

summary: you, a volleyball player, are getting advice from your also volleyball player boyfriend, kunimi akira, on how to gain muscle.

a/n: akira is criminally underrated i actually love him sm wtf why does no one talk abt him

warnings: a lil suggestive? but not rlly just some kisses <3

"this is actually so nasty."

you'd been chewing on a piece of beef sausage for a solid minute now, and you couldn't bring yourself to swallow it. it was too big and like.. meaty? damn the taste was getting overwhelming now and you wanted to spit it out.

"you're the one who asked how to build muscle. you gotta have protein after working out. would you rather have my protein peanut butter powder on ezekiel bread instead?" he smirked, getting down to your eye level, knowing how much you hate the texture of peanut butter.

you pouted. "you're so cruel."

"you asked. i'm helping."

you rolled your eyes before finally managing to swallow that last bite of beef sausage.

"bleh. that was getting really gamey. i need something sweet to wash it down, ugh." you spit.

"you have such a sweet tooth, you know that?"

"you say that like it's a crime! i just like sweets, is that so bad?"

he chuckled. "don't worry y/n. i've got you and your sweets kink."

"it's not a kink!"

"yeah, yeah."

you scowled and turned around, arms crossed, eyes closed, when suddenly, you were met with a cold, wet, sensation.

"AEEEE! oh my god-AKIRA!"

he batted his lashes at you. "yes, y/n, dear? i've retrieved a can of soda to satisfy your desires.."

"don't press it to my cheek like that, its so cold!"

he laughed. "kinda the point, babe. here, drink up."

his stupidly handsome face melted away your fake-anyways anger. you popped open the can and took a big chug.

"mmmm! that hits the spot! so good!" you said, savoring the sweet cherry flavor and the way the carbonation tingled in your throat.

"i'll never understand your obsession with that stuff. i mean, is it really that good?" he questioned.

"yeah!" you replied. you want a little taste?" you asked, offering him the can.

"yeah."

with that, instead of taking a sip from the can, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips that made you melt.

when he pulled away, he licked his lips and sent you a look that sent shivers down your spine. "i kinda get it now. it is pretty good."

you ignored the racing in your heartbeat. "right?"

"and oh, hey, look!"

you looked around. "huh?"

"that cherry flavor was pretty good, but i like this one better," he said, cupping your cherry-red cheeks.

you couldn't help but laugh. you knew that if you told akira's team about this cheesey side of him, they'd raise their eyebrows and go, "huh? kunimi? no way, that's just too hard to believe." you were kind of glad, though. you got this version of him all to yourself. you stared up at him with a goofy lovesick grin.

"god, i love you."

he smiled in return.

"ok! now that you have something to wash down the sausage, how about we try my protein pasta?"

"NOOOO"

lolol my brain when the big meaty sausage came up resisted the urge to make my first spicy post(even though i'd probs get embarrassed and erase it after bc i know myself well enough to know that there's no way i can write anything more than slightly suggestive)

[dira333]

 Wordprompt: Kunimi, Dango, Bus, Akaashi - warning: fluff and no real plot

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Kunimi isn’t one to voice his emotions until it’s really necessary. He’s lazy. He preserves his energy until it’s really needed. 

“You make me sick.” 

He doesn’t really want to say it like that. But the words are out now and he can’t let them hang in the air like that, with your face pulled into a frown, hurt lingering on the edges of it.

“I can’t sleep when you text me at night. But if you don’t text me, I can’t sleep either because I’m wondering why you’re not texting. And- and last weekend I bought Dango because I remembered that you mentioned liking it and that shit is disgusting but I eat the whole box because I wanted to like it too. Why do you like that stuff anyway?”

The frown on your face has eased a way a bit, but not fully. There’s something like laughter where hurt has has been before and he really wants to stop talking but the words are bubbling out of him now like Volleyballs when you kick over the Volleyball Cart - don’t ask him how he knows what that looks like. He has seen things.

“Everytime I get on the bus home I look for you and yesterday I hip-bumped someoneI don’t even know because they had the same jacket as you. Had to get off the bus and take the next one just because of you.”

Your smiling now, frown gone. Your hand is grabbing his left, fingers intertwining as he keeps on rambling, his right hand flying through the air as he gestures.

“You make me sick in the head and instead of doing something about it, you go on a date with Akaashi? He doesn’t even look like me!”

“I’m not going on a date with Akaashi.” Your voice is softened by the laughter that accompanies your words. Your other hand is on his cheek now, pinching it as he grumbles.

“He’s my cousin and he’s graduating.”

“Still.” He whines, fully knowing how pathetic he’s being. “You’re mine and I’m yours and I worked so hard to get this far and what do I get for all his hard work? You leaving for the weekend and me just being head over heels? That’s unfair.”

“Do you want to come with me?” You offer and huff at the grin that’s growing on his face.

“Kunimi!” You tell him off, but you fail to hide the smile that’s breaking through. “You can’t play me like that all the time.”

“I can if it works!”

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I apologize - I have no idea what this is, but I’m trying to get better at the short stuff and this was the best I came up with while being extremely tired

[kurooisdbest]

One more minute

Pairing: Kunimi Akira x Gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff

WC: 340

a/n: this is just a little fluff drabble hehe hope u like it tho 💙

Kunimi Akira is not a big fan of pda. He would rather keep the intimacy in private than show off his relationship. But…there are some moments, he craves your attention more than anything else. This is one of those moments.

“I’m tired” your boyfriend whined, releasing an exasperated sigh before plopping himself down in the space between your legs.

“You’re always tired, what do you mean?” you raise your brow at him, earning a soft “hmph” in response.

Kunimi laid his head down on your lap, his eyes staring into yours and you knew exactly what those puppy dog eyes wanted. It was his own affectionate way of asking for attention and of course, you gave in.

Rolling your eyes at him in defeat, you got your handkerchief from your pocket and wiped the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. His hair was sticky and damp but you didn’t mind.

You started pushing his bangs away from his forehead, gently raking your fingers through his hair. His lips curl into a smile, fully satisfied about winning over you.

“When will I have a y/n-chan in my life ☹️” The brunette whined, watching the scene unfold before them. “Date one of your fangirls then” Iwaizumi patted his best friend. “How about I date you instead?” Oikawa playfully winked but the moment he looked back, a ball was already flying his way.

“OKAY EVERYONE, BACK TO TRAINING!” Oikawa yelled. “But it hasn’t even been 5 minutes yet…” Kindaichi mumbled, staring at their captain in slight disbelief. “You’re just jealous of Kunimi, no need to get petty” Hanamaki jokes, nudging Oikawa’s side. “Yes, I am. Now let’s go!” The rest of the team groaned before getting on their feet and returned to their previous positions.

You heard the captain's orders and attempted to wake your boyfriend up. “Akira, wake up” you softly say as you lift your hand from his head. Kunimi caught your hand and placed it back on top, intertwining his fingers with yours. “One more minute”.

[meow-sic]

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𓆝 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : !aromantic kunimi x !gn reader !

𓆟 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : angst , fluffy towards the end !

𓆞 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is in no way to offend, or guilt people on the aromantic spectrum. i was on tiktok and saw videos like this, and i got inspired by it. if this is offensive in any way, please reach out to me to educate me, and tell me how i should fix the problem. thank you.

he knew it was coming— and he dreaded it.

you fiddled with your fingers and stared at the ground. you were one of his closest friends. he really, really didn’t want to do this to you.

he wanted to ignore it all together; the hints of your feelings. he wanted to ignore, be cold and mean to you, to make it stop.

sometimes he wished that you had a remote control that he could control. control your loudness, nosiness, your feelings.

he wanted to turn it off like a robot. he knew you considered him your first love.

and he knew it was cold, of course he did. but he couldn’t figure out any way to make you stop your feelings for him.

but here he was. standing in front of you and watched your shaking hands. his team on the other side of the door, surely listening.

he wanted to run. run home. run inside the school. run to a store. he wanted to leave. that’s all he wanted in the moment.

he felt like he couldn’t breathe. he was dreading this conversation the best he could; but when you peeked your head in the gym doors and everyone convinced him to go talk, he had no way of leaving.

he was panicking. either you reject him, and you hate him. or he accepts your confession, fakes everything, and you hate him when you find out.

he decided the second one was a no.

“s-so, kunimi. i have something to tell you,” you hesitated, refusing to meet his gaze. surely if you did, he would look bored, almost with no expression.

he had the best poker face on that he could wear. “what is it? i have practice,” he replied, his voice almost as cold as the night.

you let out a shaky sigh. he could see your breath from the cold winter night air. “i lo-“

“please, don’t say that,” he interrupted. your wide eyes shot up to meet his face. and you were wrong. his face wasn’t bored— or annoyed. his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were watery.

“please don’t say you love me.”

your mouth fell open as the tears that were at your water line ran down your face. you wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

“why..”

“i,” he paused. he trusted you, he knew you would understand. “i think i’m on the aromantic spectrum.”

your once almost anger filled sadness, turned into understanding. “i’m sorry for confessing. if i known-“

“i’m sorry for being and idiot and being mean to you. you should hate me! i-i’m rejecting you, i was so, so cold to you. i made you cry from my mean comments! why are you still nice to me?!” his wavery voice started to falter. “i-i don’t deserve it.”

you hugged him. “kunimi, i can’t change that about you. i think if i was in the same situation i would’ve ignored me too. you have no reason to be upset with who you are.”

he cried into your shoulder as he repeated the quiet sobs of ‘please, don’t hate me.” you shushed him and ran your hands through his hair.

“kunimi i won’t ever hate you. this isn’t something you can change. and- i think it will take a bit for my feelings to fade, and if you need to take a break from me until then, i understand,” you comforted him. he let out small hiccups and tried to steady his break and he nodded.

“thank you, for being understanding,” he mumbled into your shoulder. you hummed.

“thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

[kageyuji]

you aren’t sure how long kunimi had been sleeping, but you knew that you’d been trying to wake him up for a while.

well, he wasn’t actually asleep. it was more like him groaning everytime you tried to wriggling out of his arms, pulling you back closer to him. normally you wouldn’t mind, but you had to leave the house in ten minutes and you hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

“ku’, seriously i have to get up.”

he huffed and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “give me a reason to let you.”

you smiled at that, half-considering being late to your meeting. but as much as you wanted to sleep in with him, you knew you shouldn’t.

“when i get home, we can cuddle. and i’ll even play with your hair, how does that sound?”

you felt him press another kiss to your shoulder and then his arm unwrapped from around you. “fine, but don’t take too long, princex.”