𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝘼 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏 𝘼𝘿𝙈𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙍 // 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙠.

33.

it was a matter of seconds. one moment, yn was  struggling to open her doors with the right key, and the next, she was already dragging akaashi to her apartment.

he wasn't expecting to go back home as soon as he dropped her off, but as he watched her shake her jacket off and wait expectantly for him to do the same, he realized he wouldn't be going back home tonight at all.

akaashi slowly took off his jacket and hung it in the hallway, while yn smiled softly and guided him to her living room. then, she gently pushed him to sit down on the couch–

and then all of her bravery vanished somewhere.

she looked at slightly blushed akaashi, with three buttons opened, she didn't notice when he opened another one in the bar, his legs apart, and he was looking at her. waiting for anything.

yn felt the same level of stress as she did before her first kiss.

"yn," he said, leaning forward and reaching for her hand. "what do you want?" he asked her, looking up and almost resting his chin on her lower stomach.

"i want to kiss you," she whispered, her eyes fixed on akaashi's face and the way he nodded breathlessly.

she took one step closer, and akaashi leaned back in time with her movements. she raised one knee and placed it on the couch, outside of akaashi's thigh. then she slowly did the same with another, lowering herself onto his lap.

despite the fact that his heart was racing, her nervousness helped akaashi relax.

"okay?" he asked, placing his hands on her thighs, not too high, but just enough.

"yeah," she nodded, taking a shaky breath.

"you know what we don't have to do anything, right?" he asked, deciding to raise one of his hands to yn's cheek and gently brush it with his thumb. "we know how it looks like," he chuckled softly. yn smiled and leaned her cheek more into his hand. she was aware, she played with him in the bar, dragged him here by the impluse, and even when she questioned her bravery, she ended up sitting in his lap, she was well aware of how it looked and what it led to, and she even admitted it aloud. "but we don't have to do anything you don't want."

it would be a lie to say that akaashi wasn't nervous himself, but it came naturally to him to focus on yn and try to steer the situation in a way that would be comfortable for both of them.

"i really like you," yn said with a deep sigh, placing her hands on his chest. "i don't want to mess it up."

because what if it was too soon? what if it was only working because they took things slowly?

"i adore you more than anything. how could you mess it by wanting to kiss me?" he asked, hoping she'd understand how it sounded. "it feels like the dream come true to me, not a potential problem."

she knew, she really knew, that akaashi was head over heels for her, he wrote literal poems comparing her to the sun, so why was it so hard to let go of all doubts? why did she need to think about it now?

ot was clear from her expression that something was keeping her from doing what she wanted.

"yn," akaashi said lowly. "can i kiss you? please," he asked, hoping to give her the push she needed.

yn suddenly remembered a conversation with mika in which she said there was nothing hotter than when daishō asked for her consent, despite knowing she wanted him. yn could easily think of a hundred things hotter than this: arms, back, thighs, hands... akaashi had really big hands, which were extremely attractive.

nut now, with him looking at her, bothered, half hard from the tension between them, asking to kiss her as if his life depended on it... mika had a point.

yn reached for his glasses, taking them off his nose and placing them on the coffee table behind her. she returned her gaze to his face, his pretty, flustered face, and smiled softly.

she leaned close enough to feel his uneven breath on her lips. she swears she could feel his heart racing beneath her fingertips as they returned to his chest.

akaashi waited patiently, eyes closed, until he felt lips touch his own, so gently that he wasn't sure if it was real. then yn pressed harder, not just her lips against him, but her entire body into his. he let out a shaky breath and a silent gasp, gripping her waist if she tried to move like that again.

yn had a thing for hands, she knew it for a while, especially after looking at akaashi's hands, but she only became aware of it when she squirmed in his lap, causing him to grip her even tighter, as if she needed to be held.

"'kaashi," she gasped into his lips, feeling how wet they gotten.

"hm?" he hummed after she slightly moved away.

she leaned her forehead against his, and her hands moved to the center of his chest, where the buttons were. buttons she didn't like closed.

akaashi felt her unbutton his shirt, the words died in his throat. he couldn't take his gaze away from her face as she watched how more and more of his skin she could see now.

she came to a halt after a few buttons, two of which remained closed to not undress him so quickly, but her hands were eager to slid under the material, even though it was still on.

her hands were slightly cold; the days were warm now, but the nights were still colder, and a short walk had turned her hands little freezing. she took great pleasure in watching akaashi squirm and let out a gasp due to the sensation her fingertips left on his warm and soft stomach.

yn leaned back to his face, and as he expected their lips to meet again, she ducked her head to the side and slid a little further onto his lap. akaashi let out a confused and disappointed sound because he could almost feel the open-mouthed kiss on his lips, but yn didn't let him down as her lips closed on his jaw.

she managed to leave a trail of hot kisses on his neck before akaashi whined softly, making her smile.

"we both had drinks," he said. yn felt his throat move beneath her lips, and no matter how hard akaashi tried to think rationally, he couldn't stop thinking about how hot her lips were on his skin and how her hands warmed on his stomach.

"you think?" she laughed lightly. the walk to her apartment and the gravity of the situation sobered them up enough.

"yes, i'm pretty sure," he chuckled, before throwing his head back on the back of the couch, when yn suddenly bit down on his neck with a roll of her hips that found their way back to his. "oh my god."

"you're right, you are pretty," she said, ignoring the fact that it wasn't what he meant at all. the view of akaashi being bothered and hot because of her was too good to pass up.

as soon as he recovered from that high, he reached for her cheeks and pulled her into a kiss, letting out all sorts of satisfied sounds that caused yn to clench her hands on his shirt.

"it's enough," akaashi said between brushing their lips.

"oh yeah?" yn teased, noting that he didn't looked at all like he wanted to stop.

but he did, and he looked very proud of himself when he moved away.

"'kaashi," yn whined, trying to pull him back to her by his collar.

"we shouldn't be doing more today."

"tommorrow?" she mumbled, pressing her face against his shoulder, to conceal her disappointment. he was right. even though they weren't drunk, they had had a few drinks beforehand, so it wasn't the best time to move further.

"yes, sure," he chuckled as he gently petted the back of her head.

"okay... will you stay for the night?"

"so i can be there tommorrow?" he asked and received an eager nod from yn. he couldn't believe his eyes, just moments before, she had him at her mercy, almost moaning, and now she was acting so adorable that he had to fight his own mouth not to coo at her. "i'll stay."

"okay, good, because i need you to be there tomorrow," she added, gripping his collar even tighter. "i need you, okay?"

"okay."

he considered kissing her, but only for a moment, because there was nothing he wanted more than to look into her eyes, which were so full of happiness and hope that that it was barely contained.

it was everything he'd ever wanted. She was everything he'd ever wanted.

it felt like heaven to know that he felt the same way for her.

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it's either the best or the worst chapter i ever wrote

pls be nice it's my first time writing a make out scene