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!"
Parents, I'm talking from personal experience, don't invalidate your child if they come out to you. I just came out to my mom as asexual and her first reaction was, "No you're not. You're still young and those senses develop over time. Plus, asexuality does not exist. It's just society trying to shove a label down your throat. Every human being is born with pheromones."
Do you know how soul-crushing that is to a child? To be denied a label that you discovered yourself and took a lot of self-exploration in order to confirm? I'm just glad that I didn't tell her the other parts of my identity.
My point is, if your child comes out to you, try to accept them. There is literally no harm in trying. And if it turns out they were wrong later, they were wrong. Remember that they are your child and they trust you a lot in order to come out to you. Just try to hear them out.
