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“So… how many of you have tasted wine before?”
The sommelier surveys the tour group with a smug smile on his face as every single person, you and your friends included, raises their hands high.
“Okay, yes, we’ve obviously all tasted wine. But how many of you have actually tasted wine?” A confused silence falls over the room.
“I like to think wine-tasting is a sport in itself. Like football or volleyball. There are the unspoken rules of the game that you follow, of course. And then there are the opponents, pinned up against each other in a battle to conquer your palate.” You raise an eyebrow.
You side-eye Yachi and Kiyoko, hoping for some sort of reassurance, only to find them genuinely entranced by the sommelier’s oddly metaphorical descriptions. You roll your eyes. “Unbelievable,” you mouth to yourself, crossing your arms in a silent tantrum.
Kiyoko’s bachelorette week so far had been nothing but partying, so you all decided last-minute to rent a little villa in the Tuscan countryside and unwind for the last few days of the trip instead. It was only a 40-minute train ride from Florence, yet when you arrived it felt like a whole new world. It was the breath of fresh air you needed.
You just didn’t realize so much wine would be involved. Especially at 12 pm on a Tuesday.
“But wine-tasting is also a relationship. Sometimes, a wine can be a soulmate; love at first sip, if you will.” The group lets out a collective chuckle (excluding you, of course), and he begins pacing around the lobby before you.
“But sometimes, it’s more complicated. Sometimes, you’re not sure how you feel. You might have to swirl the wine on your tongue more than once to truly let your taste buds discover all the intricacies that make the wine what it is.”
He scans over the crowd quickly before his eyes lock directly with yours.
“It’s a very… sensual practice, some may say.”
You feel your cheeks begin to heat up, and it’s unfortunately too early in the tasting to blame it on the wine. As he continues his introduction, you look down at your feet as Yachi and Kiyoko both turn to you.
“He’s pretty cute, isn’t he, Y/N,” Kiyoko whispers, stifling a giggle.
“And exactly your type!” Yachi blurts a little louder than she meant to, and her hand flies up to cover her mouth.
“Hey! Shut up, no he isn’t,” you murmur, shaking your head violently while still focusing on trying to control your blushing face.
“He’s not cute, or he’s not your type? Because I know at least one of those isn’t tr-”
“Whatever! Neither! Why is he still talking? Can he please just hurry up and get this over with?” They both stifle a laugh at your flustered desperation, but they choose peace and keep their mouths shut for once.
You were adamantly against wine. You had received recommendation after recommendation, and no matter what, they all just seemed to taste the same to you: bitter, sour, and just plain nasty. The only thing saving it for you was the fact that here, you didn’t actually have to drink the wine. You were confident enough in your acting skills that 2 hours of sipping and spitting out wine was sure to be light work.
As your cheeks finally seem to stop glowing, you tune back into the sommelier’s never-ending speech.
“Now, my name is Keiji Akaashi, and I will be your sommelier this afternoon. If you have any questions throughout the tour and tasting, do not hesitate to ask. That’s what I’m here for, after all,” he concludes with an endearingly awkward smile before motioning for everyone to follow him outside.
Finally.
You all walk for about 5 minutes through the rows and rows of grapes as Akaashi explains the history of the vineyard. You’re not sure why, but you find yourself trying to analyze him. His body language paints him as very shy and reserved, yet when he talks about wine, he explodes out of his shell; he speaks in poetry. His passion was… endearing. Without even realizing it, you smile as you listen to him rave about the specific type of grapes the vineyard grew, and that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed.
“What do you think she’s gonna try and do?” Kiyoko whispers to Yachi as they quietly observe your steady fixation on the sommelier.
“Are you kidding me? Nothing . She’s never even gonna admit anything! It’s already a lost cause,” Yachi wails, shaking her head.
After a few more minutes spent zoned out on Akaashi, he finally led the group to the tasting area. You approach a beautiful outdoor pavilion, and under it sits a long wooden table, decorated tastefully with small wildflower bouquets and charcuterie boards so perfect they look fake. The staff had just finished setting everything up, and they quickly bowed to everyone as they left down the same path you had just come. Each seat had 5 filled wine glasses already set before it, and you can’t help but feel a strange pressure in your chest.
Were you actually… scared that Akaashi was going to judge your reaction to the wine?
Absolutely not, you think to yourself as you take your place at the table between Yachi and Kiyoko. You don’t even know him or anything about him; why would you care what he thought about you?
“So… Y/N, whatcha thinkin’ about,” Kiyoko teases, snapping you out of your haze.
“It’s Akaashi, isn’t it? We were right!” Yachi beams, high-fiving Kiyoko above your plate.
“Will you two shut up! I don’t like our sommelier, okay?” You whisper-yell as you start ferociously blushing again, throwing your head in your hands while they laugh and mock your feeble defense.
“I’m sorry, have I done something wrong?”
You, Yachi, and Kiyoko turn and freeze immediately as you hear Akaashi’s voice behind you.
You hadn’t realized before, but his dark blue button-up that perfectly matched his eyes also happened to perfectly accentuate a surprisingly toned physique. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and even his forearms were muscular. You try not to gawk, but it’s like you physically can’t look away.
You snap out of it and wait for one of them to respond, but after a quick sideways glance from Yachi, you realize they’re gonna make you do the talking.
Fuck.
“N-no! Oh, god, no. I’m so sorry, d-did we make it seem that way?”
He pushes up his glasses and clears his throat. “I thought I just overheard you say you didn’t like your sommelier?”
Double fuck.
There’s no hiding the red in your face now. Your best friends are still SILENT, and you muster up just enough strength to try and fix this dumpster fire. As long as you didn’t turn around and look at him, you’d be fine.
“Well, we… um, I just said, that, uh-”
“Ohhhh, we were talking about how Y/N doesn’t like WINE. Like at all,” Kiyoko blurts out, and you breathe a quick sigh of relief towards her quick save before processing what she said.
Why would she tell him that? You quietly restrain yourself from bashing your head into the table.
“You… don’t like wine. Okay… and you're here wine tasting.” You can’t see his face, but you can only imagine how confused his expression was.
You were practically praying for a sinkhole to open up beneath you so you never had to deal with anything relating to this conversation ever again.
“Yeah… I’m just… here with them,” you say curtly, staring holes into a specific piece of salami on the charcuterie board in front of you.
“Oh.”
He bows slightly and walks to the head of the table without another word, clearing his throat. Yachi playfully kicks your ankle under the table, and you pull your water bottle out of your bag, chugging as much as humanly possible to try and make you any less red.
“Alright, everybody, let’s get started. I hope you enjoy these beautiful wines as much as I do,” he beams, shooting a glance at you so quickly you almost missed it. “You’ll notice 5 different wines in front of you. Please pick up the glass on the far left and swirl it around gently, like so,” he demonstrates, and the table picks up their glasses and follows his motion.
“This first wine is called a Vermentino; of course, it’s the only white wine in our lineup today, but I think it definitely deserves its spot here. Please lift the glass to your nose, and keep swirling it like we’ve been doing.” The table sniffs the wine gently in unison.
Smells like wine.
“Now, this next step is the most important one. Take a small sip, but don’t swallow it. Instead, let it sit on your tongue. Let the flavors dance around your mouth. And once you’re done, you can spit it in that discard cup next to your plate.” Once again, the table acts together, raising their glasses to their lips. You just shudder as it enters your mouth.
Tastes like wine.
“MMM,” Yachi exclaims as she swishes the wine in her mouth.
“Careful! Careful, you don’t want to agitate the wine,” Akaashi interjects, making your heads turn, and you can tell he’s silently freaking out watching her disrespect the wine.
“Let your tongue slowly move the wine around instead. Just let it flow around how it wants to. Remember, you want your motions to be gentle.”
“Didn’t you also say it was… sensual earlier?” Kiyoko asks with a feigned curiosity, and you immediately know EXACTLY what she’s up to. Yachi suppresses a laugh as she continues tasting her wine, the correct way this time.
“Yes! Exactly, wine is dynamic; you have to let it tell you how it wants to be tasted.” Akaashi beams.
“Interesting…” Kiyoko says with a smug smile, pushing up her glasses.
“And you, Y/N? How do you find the Vermentino?”
Jarred by the shock from him remembering your name, only to look up and immediately meet his deep blue stare… something short circuits inside of you, and you panic.
With one swift gulp, you swallow the wine.
Shit.
“Oh, you… swallowed.”
“I… Oh my god. I am SO sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, I-” He cuts your flustered rambling off with an amused laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Sometimes, a wine is so delicious you just can’t resist its temptation anymore.”
“Yeah, it was… good, thanks,” you lie with a smile as he clears his throat and starts leading the table through the steps again on the second wine, the third, and so on.
After what felt like a million years, you’re finally finished with the tasting. As you walk back to the main building of the vineyard, you’re talking with Yachi and Kiyoko when you hear your name shouted from behind you. “Y/N!”
The three of you turn to see Akaashi jogging to catch up with you. “Sorry to startle you! I was just wondering, did, um… did any of them happen to change your mind?”
You shake your head with a small shrug. “Nope, sorry.”
“I swear, she needs to come back and do another tasting tomorrow or something. The wines were DELICIOUS, Akaashi, really, don’t listen to her,” Yachi frantically reassures him, and he smiles at her softly before turning to you.
“You know, I, um, happen to maybe have another tasting this evening, with some different wines. Would you like to give it another go?” You suddenly feel the girls’ stares from either side of you.
Damn it.
“That’s… actually perfect because… Yachi and I are both busy tonight! Remember?” Kiyoko says with such certainty, you almost actually believe her.
“What? Oh, um…”
“Please, Akaashi! Make Y/N like wine!” Yachi cries, and you try not to crumple to the ground in embarrassment.
There’s no way you were gonna win this one.
“Fine- I mean, yeah, I guess I’ll give it one more go.”
Akaashi smiles. “I should let you know, it’s a one-on-one tasting hosted at my residence just down the road from here. These tastings allow for the sommeliers to pick their personal favorite wines to present, but… if you have a problem with not being with a group, I completely understand.”
You try not to let your jaw drop. A private tasting? Is he nuts?
“Ooh, sounds fun,” Kiyoko nudges you, and once again, you know you don’t stand a chance.
“Yeah, um, that’s fine. What time?”
“I can meet you in front of the vineyard at 6:30? Assuming you’re staying here in town, that is.”
You nod, dazed from this entire interaction. “See you later, then,” you breathe out with a wave and turn towards the main building. The girls say their thanks one more time and practically skip to catch up with you.
“I just got you a date. With a sommelier. In Italy. WHILE on my bachelorette trip. You owe me something big,” Kiyoko grins, and you’re unsure if you’ve ever seen her smile this wide in your entire life.
“Hey, I helped,” Yachi groans, and as the two argue about who did what, your mind finally starts to process what just happened. You throw your face into your hands.
“Oh my god. I’m going to the hot sommelier’s house. What the actual fuck, you guys?”
“HAHA! I KNEW YOU THOUGHT HE WAS HOT!” Yachi yells, quickly looking around to make sure he wasn’t still within earshot.
“Well, it’s not like she hid it,” Kiyoko giggles, and you swat at her playfully.
As you arrive back at your rented villa, the girls talk you up to try and give you at least a little confidence. Yachi pulls out a little black velvet babydoll dress from her suitcase, and after HEAVY convincing from her that it wasn’t too risqué, you put it on. You put on your makeup while Kiyoko put your hair back into a low effort style, and before you knew it, you were standing at the door, freaking out with them one last time.
“Well, what are you guys gonna do tonight? I feel bad leaving you!” You panic, trying every last trick to get out of this spontaneous date.
“For the last time, we are FINE. Now go, it’s already 6:15,” Yachi rolls her eyes sarcastically, swatting towards you as if to dismiss you.
“Fine, jeez, I’m going. Wish me luck, I guess,” you shout as you close the door behind you, and you can’t help but feel a strange combination of butterflies and dread in your stomach as you begin your walk back to the vineyard.
As you walk up, Akaashi is already standing there, scrolling through his phone. He was now wearing a similarly tight button-up, in black this time. He hears your footsteps approach, puts his phone in his pocket, and waves with a sheepish smile. “Hey! You ready?”
Here goes nothing.
After a short walk down the road filled with painful small talk, you walk down a short driveway before approaching Akaashi’s house. It’s charming; it looked like a classic Tuscan villa, just smaller, and it was surrounded by huge fruit trees.. He lets you in, and as he turns on all the lights, you take in the interior. It had the same charm as the outside, but it was ever-so-slightly modernized, complete with a wine fridge in the kitchen.
“Make yourself at home. La mia casa è la tua casa,” he jokes in an overly forced Italian accent, and you giggle. He seemed like he was slowly crawling out of his shell.
“Nice house,” you say bluntly.
“Thank you! I honestly got really lucky; it’s provided with the job. The Cavliognes– the family who runs the vineyard– they’re just such great people, and when they requested me to come start offering tastings here, I felt like I really made it, you know?” His beaming smile quickly turns into a cringe after he stops talking.
“I’m sorry. I tend to kind of… ramble when I talk about wine. And stuff.” He clears his throat awkwardly as he walks past you into the kitchen, and pulls out two wine glasses.
“Okay, anyways! Let’s go. I want you to tell me every single flavor you like.”
“Flavor? Like, flavor of wine?”
He chuckles. “No, hmm… let’s just start with fruits. What fruits do you like?”
You sit down at the counter on one of his barstools. “Well… I like strawberries? Um, oranges, peaches, cherries, lemon-” He starts to nod with a smile as he walks over to the wine fridge, pulling out two lightly-colored bottles.
“You’re going to like these, I just know it.” He uncorks the first one, a pale yellow color, and pours a bit into each glass.
“This is a Moscato. It’s very light and very fruity.” He picks up his glass and motions for you to grab yours as well.
“Do you remember all the steps?” You nod, a bit hesitant, but you both raise the glass to your lips and take in the wine.
And it’s… not bad? It’s sweet, not dry, and you actually kind of like it.
As you taste it, you notice a smug expression across Akaashi’s face as he swallows his wine.
“You can swallow it. I can tell you’re enjoying it.”
“What! How did you know that?” You laugh as you wipe your lip. He just smiles.
“All I’m gonna say is, you were making VERY different faces earlier.” He points to your glass with his eyes as if to ask if you want more, and you nod excitedly as he fills it up.
“I can’t believe you actually made me like a wine,” you whine in exaggerated disbelief, drawing out a chuckle from him.
“I guess that just makes me very good at my job, then.”
Right. He was working. This wasn’t a date.
“So, can you tell me what you taste?” You pick up the glass and take a longer sip than the first. “Oh, that’s… peach? Maybe citrus?” He nods excitedly.
“Yes, it’s a peach moscato with orange blossom! Good job. So you’d say there’s notes of peach and citrus.”
“There are notes of peach and citrus,” you say with a deep, monotone voice, mocking him.
“Come on, I don’t sound like that… Do I?”
You simply look at him silently with an intense stare as you take another sip, and he laughs again.
After some more small talk and a simple charcuterie plate to cleanse your palate, you finish your glasses and he recorks the Moscato before opening the second bottle, this one tinged pink.
“This one is called a White Zinfandel. Now, tell me what you taste here.”
You sip again, and this one wasn’t dry either. It’s a lot smoother than the Moscato, and there’s a different, more familiar sweetness to it.
“That’s strawberry!” Akaashi nods again, this time with an even bigger smile.
“You’re good at this! Isn’t this one delicious?”
You nod. “I like this one even more than the Moscato.” He grins ear to ear, as if hearing that made him feel like he had just won an Olympic gold medal.
“I told you I would change your mind,” he says smugly.
After finishing your glasses of White Zinfandel, Akaashi walks over to the fridge and pulls out a darker bottle; a red wine.
“I’m not sure you’re gonna like this one, but I’m gonna make you try it anyway, because it’s my favorite. It’s called a Chianti.” He hands it to you for a moment, and your eyes pass over the fancy label.
He takes it back with a subtle wink and pours the dark red liquid into the two glasses, and holds his glass up to yours with a clink before taking a sip.
It’s definitely a stronger wine, and even though it isn’t as sweet as the past two, you find yourself intrigued by the flavor.
“You know, other sommeliers have described Chianti as having notes of desire?”
You almost choke on the wine as you swallow it. A blush spreads across your cheeks, and you can’t actually be too sure if it was him or the choking causing it.
“I think it’s really fitting,” he continues as you try to regain your composure. Your blush unfortunately doesn’t go unnoticed by him, though.
“Is everything okay?” He asks, walking around to your side of the counter.
“Yeah, I just- um, I just swallowed it wrong, or something, I’m fine.”
He raises his eyebrow at you, then quickly looks away before taking a deep breath. “Shit. Okay… um, I’m sorry about this. I’m- I’m so sorry.” Your eyebrow raises.
You don’t even get to begin asking what he’s sorry for before his hands are on your cheeks, pulling you in, and his lips are on yours. You hadn’t even fully processed it before you kiss him back, and you feel him smile into it before quickly pulling away.
“Thank God.”
He doesn’t waste any more time before his lips are on yours again, a hungrier kiss than the first. Without breaking the kiss, he rests his hand around your waist and guides you to stand up, then swiftly picks you up and places you sitting on the counter. He moves his hands to your hair, tangling them in the updo Kiyoko made.
“You’re so ridiculously gorgeous, you know?” He breathes as he pulls away, his eyelids droopy with lust, and you get even more flustered.
“Akaashi-”
“It’s Keiji. And I’m serious. When you walked into the tasting today, I…” he trails off with a blush. “I just… I thought you were the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He turns his head away with a panicked look, as if fearing your response.
“I bet you say that to all the cute tourists who book a private tasting,” you tease, and he rubs his arm nervously.
“Well… no. We don’t even offer private tastings.” His sheepishness is endearing, just like so many other things about him, and you grab his hand and intertwine his fingers with yours.
“I don’t know if this is surprising to you, Keiji, but you had me flustered ALL afternoon. I probably would have said yes if you just asked me on a real date.” You reach for your half-full glass and finish it off as you finally process that the hot sommelier had actually just kissed you.
He blushes harder. “Yeah but… I don’t know. You were with friends, and I guess I just didn’t want you to think I was rude, or creepy, or shallow, or…” You cut him off again, this time with a quick kiss, and you feel the wine really start flowing through your system. He snaps out of his flustered state and gazes deeply into your eyes with the hunger he had kept so carefully hidden before.
“Anyways, Mr. Sommelier… I’m really glad you brought me here. I think we should finish the tasting, don’t you?” You giggle, the alcohol making you feel bolder than you usually are.
He smirks as he brings his own glass to his lips, taking a long sip before grabbing your throat and pulling you in for a dominant kiss. The wine dances between your tongues, and you have to physically restrain the moan that almost escapes your mouth. He trails sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, making sure to kiss up the wine that had dribbled out.
His hand on your throat, and his desperate kiss, together with your tipsy state… It was a lethal combination. You can feel just how soaked your panties are getting, and in this moment all you can think about is how much you wanted him.
His touch, while dominant, was also filled with worship, as if he was standing in front of a goddess sitting on his kitchen counter. His strong hands roamed up and down your body, like they were trying to memorize every inch of you.
“Do you remember,” he pants, “Earlier, during the first tasting… I said that wine was dynamic, and…” You smile, finding it oddly sexy how he manages to tie everything back to wine.
“You let it tell you how it wants to be tasted?”
He nods with a smug smile, still out of breath. “Good.”
He parks his hands on your thighs, his fingers spread so he can touch as much of you as humanly possible. He can’t get enough.
“Now, why don’t you tell me how you’d like to be tasted?”
He looks to you for permission before pulling up the skirt of your dress and hooking his fingers around your panties, but before he pulls them down, he pauses. “Wait. Let’s go.”
He flips your skirt back down and gently pulls you off the counter, whisking you down the hall to his bedroom. With his hand on your back he gently lays you down on the bed, letting your legs hang off the edge.
Once again, he flips up your skirt, and this time he removes your panties as well. He shoots you a teasing smile after seeing how wet they were, but lets them fall to the floor without a word.
He silently asks for permission again, and as soon as you nod your head he dives in, swirling his tongue around your wet folds like you were the most delicious wine he’d ever tried.
“FUCK! Keiji-” You yelp, gripping the bed sheets so tightly your knuckles turn white.
He feels like with every lick, he’s getting a little drunker, and he quickly hooks his arms around your legs and pulls you even closer to him.
Akaashi’s motions were constant, and he was certainly very skilled with his tongue. Not only were your moans echoing throughout the room, but so were his. He was so lost in you that he didn’t care what noises he made. As he moans against your clit, your legs start to shake, and he notices immediately.
He quickly pulls his mouth away from you, and you groan, frustrated at the sudden loss of sensation. He smiles as he pulls back and looks at you, breathing heavily in front of him, and he can’t help but think of how beautiful you were, even like this.
“Keiji, please,” you moan breathlessly, and he snaps back to attention.
“Yes, darling?”
You don’t say anything, you just stare at him, and he chuckles as he shakes his head. He climbs on top of you, hovering his face mere centimeters above yours.
“If you want something, you’re gonna have to ask for it, okay?”
You roll your eyes, and he raises an eyebrow at you.
“Unless, you’d rather just stop this entirely?” He starts to stand up and adjusts his glasses, and without thinking you reach out and grab his hand.
“NO! No, please, no, just… Please don’t stop. Please keep going.”
He’s amused by how flustered you get around him, but he’d be lying if he said you didn’t have the same effect on him.
He leans down and places a soft kiss on your forehead. “Good girl. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you need.”
He takes your dress off fully, and kisses all the way down your cheek, your neck, your torso, before finally arriving back at your clit. He resumes his task, and you’re immediately gripping his hair in one hand and the bed sheets in the other.
As you grab his hair, he lets out a moan, and you suddenly wish you could frame the sight of him looking up at you from between your legs. Still fully clothed, his biceps threatening to rip through that shirt any minute. He gauges your reaction, his eyelashes fluttering as he looks up through them.
You’re losing your grip on reality, and you start babbling senselessly. “AH! Fuck, Keiji, more, fuck.”
“More? Like… this?” He teases a finger at your entrance, then plunges it in without warning, quickly following with a second one. You hadn’t noticed before, but his fingers were quite long, and they touched you in a place you’re not sure has ever been reached.
You grab a pillow and hold it over your face, hoping to at least somewhat muffle your moans. Akaashi reaches up with his free hand and grabs the pillow, pulling it away and chucking it halfway across the room.
“Don’t hide your pretty face and noises, okay? Tell me how good it feels.”
“So good, so fucking good- AH!” To him, your praise was gospel. You yelp as he sloppily kisses your clit, still pumping his delicate fingers in and out of you. You feel your orgasm build quickly, and you don’t even have time to warn Akaashi before you’re spasming around his fingers.
He just smiles at you and keeps fingering you through it. “There we go.”
After assuring you’re okay, he stands up and starts undoing the buttons of his tight shirt, one by one. He peels it off, and you try not to gawk at the Adonis-like figure in front of you. He’s not overly shredded, but instead has the perfect amount of muscle to accentuate his figure. He’s wearing a thin silver necklace, and in a split second that same necklace is dangling over your face as he climbs on top of you again to place a deep, yet gentle kiss on your lips.
“Couldn’t help myself,” he grins, standing back up while his hands move down to remove his belt and pants. You sit up, and through his boxers you can see his hard dick straining at the fabric. He takes them off as well, and you practically drool at the sight of him as he rolls on a condom.
In an instant, he’s on top of you again. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” You nod, and he softly kisses you as he slowly enters. You both moan loudly at the stretch, and he lets you adjust to his size before he starts moving.
His movements are very sensual; instead of slamming into you, he’s slowly rolling his hips, ensuring he hits you deep every time. You whimper as he speeds up ever-so-slightly, and he pulls you in for a hungry kiss with a moan.
You feel your legs start to shake uncontrollably, and you find yourself clawing at his back, trying to brace yourself. His movement falters as you draw more loud noises of arousal out of him, tiny beads of sweat starting to spread across his forehead.
“Fuck, Ke-Keiji,” you stutter, your eyes rolling back into your head, and he picks up the pace even more, pushing you right up to the edge.
But just as you feel yourself begin to unravel, he slows his thrusts back down, even slower than before. He teases you for close to 10 minutes, and you even switch to riding him halfway through, but finally you let out a wail in frustration. You were no match for his impressive stamina, and you can’t take it anymore. He flashes you a cheeky smile with an eyebrow raised, and you know exactly what he wants to hear you say.
“Please, faster,” you breathe out, and he leans forward to kiss your forehead before speeding up again, holding your hips and fucking up into you.
Finally, you feel the familiar snap inside of you, and you fall forward onto his chest as you cry out nonsense. He fucks you straight through your orgasm at an unrelenting pace, and only slows to a stop once he’s sure you’re finished. You sit back up, in a daze, and he kisses you.
“Good,” he soothes, dick still hard and twitching inside of you. He goes to pull out, but you stop him. “You didn’t finish,” you pant, and he just smiles gently. “I don’t know if you can take any more, darling.”
You shake your head. “Keiji, come on… I can handle it. I promise. Just do whatever you need to do to get there, okay?”
He leans towards your lips, kissing you with a whine in protest, and you pull away and lean up to his ear.
“Please fuck me, just one more time.”
He really doesn’t want to hurt you, but hearing you beg like that gets the better of him.
He repositions you on your back, like you were before, and lines himself up once again with your entrance. Your knees are folded up to your chest, and you can’t help but notice the worry in his eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I really don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers, and you cup his face with your hand, and his gaze softens.
“I promise.” He enters you again with a moan, and your hands make their way back to his lower back as he starts thrusting. You scratch even more stripes up his spine, and it drives him crazy, and he lets out a whimper as he feels the beginnings of his own orgasm approaching.
“Let go, Keiji,” you whisper, but instead of getting faster like you expected him to, he slows down almost entirely. He places sloppy kisses across your neck, even sucking and leaving a couple of barely-there hickeys. “For you to remember me by,” he jokes with an exhale, fully winded at this point.
You also feel yourself nearing yet another orgasm, and when Akaashi notices your eyelashes start to flutter, he intertwines his fingers with yours and pins your hands above your head.
“I’m gonna finish us both off, okay?” You nod, squeezing his hands as he fucks into you faster than he has all night. The room is once again filled with an echoed choir of both of your moans, and Akaashi bites his lip.
“I’m gonna fucking-g cum,” he stutters out, careful not to mess up the rhythm he created. He looks down to observe your fucked-out state, and he feels a strange sense of pride that he’s the one who has you like this under him.
He releases one of your hands and instead moves it back down to your sensitive clit, rubbing careful circles and causing your legs to shake. As he moans through his orgasm, he keeps thrusting until you reach yours mere seconds after.
He pulls out of you with a groan and gets up to discard the condom before returning to your side.
“Hey,” he sniffs, trying to catch his breath.
“Hey,” you croak out, and you both giggle when you realize your voice is practically gone.
Akaashi helps you to the bathroom, and you clean each other up a bit before returning to his bed. For the next hour or so, you lie together, talking about anything and everything under the sun, and you’re surprised at how similar you and he actually are. You learn he used to play high school volleyball, and you can’t help but lie there gazing at him longingly as he tells you story after story, complete with gestures and sound effects. You share parts of your own lore as well, only falling victim to a couple of teasing remarks from him.
You’re snapped out of your lovesick daze by your phone buzzing on the floor, right next to your crumpled-up dress.
Shit.
Akaashi silently leaves the bed momentarily to retrieve your phone, and you thank him with a kiss on his arm as you scroll through all the missed notifications. You click on your chat with Yachi, who had sent you a text at least every 20 minutes. You feel Akaashi’s arm snake around you from behind, and you can only imagine he's also reading the spam of texts.
how’s it going?
helloooo
i’m gonna choose to believe it’s going very well
we’re going out for dinner
spare key is under the yellow flower pot
this restaurant is INSANE!
we’re taking you here again tmrw
we’re back now, we can just let you in
is everything okay?
if he killed you i’ll kill him
redundant but idc
Y/NNNN
kiyoko’s getting sleepy, come home
we are not going to bed without the debrief
He lets out a breathy laugh against the back of your neck. “She’s funny.”
hey hey
sorry for the radio silence
i’m alive and well
OMG
you live to tell the tale
i do!
i’m headed home soon
see you in a bit then!
can’t WAIT to hear about it
i think i might like wine now
okay yeah get here asap
i gotta hear this.
You put your phone on the nightstand as you turn to face Akaashi, who has a smirk on his face.
“You like wine now, huh?”
You blush and roll your eyes with a smile. “Look, maybe not ALL wines are as bad as I thought.” He smiles softly and kisses the tip of your nose.
“I guess that means I did my job.”
Against your wishes, you reluctantly leave the bed and get dressed again, and Akaashi watches you for a second before he also gets up to do the same.
“Where are you going?” You ask, and he just looks at you as if the answer were obvious.
“Well, I’m not gonna let you walk home in the dark alone,” he says curtly as he buttons his shirt back up. “Plus, seeing as this was my feeble attempt at a date, it’s only the gentlemanly thing to do,” he jokes, pretending to adjust a fake tie.
“How chivalrous of you,” you swoon. As you slip your sandals back on, he brushes out your now-messy updo with his fingers, trying to help you look as presentable as possible for your homecoming.
Once you’re ready, you begin the walk back down the road. For the first half, it’s awkwardly quiet until Akaashi stops walking and clears his throat.
“Look. I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just gonna say it. I really like you. A lot. If that wasn’t obvious. I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone. And I know, there’s a lot of weight in that, and you don’t have to say anything back, but it’s true.” He huffs like a deflated balloon, and you can tell it’s been eating him up inside.
You smile and reach for his hand, and he looks up at you with a slight fear in his eyes before he realizes what you’re doing. He takes your hand, and you begin walking again.
“I’m not gonna sit here and pretend I don’t like you too,” you start. “I’m here for 3 more days, so I say we just enjoy it for now. We can try and figure it out in 3 days.”
He nods silently, worry still coursing through him.
“But, Keiji, for what it’s worth… I want to figure it out.”
He nods again, and this time it takes him a second to process what you meant. But when he looks up at you and sees your smile, he can't help but smile back.
“Okay. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He gives your hand a tight squeeze.
As you walk up the driveway to your rental villa, you notice Yachi and Kiyoko trying (and failing) to discreetly spy out the front windows. This draws a laugh from Akaashi, and you roll your eyes before turning to face him just a few feet from the door.
He pulls out his phone and motions for you to do the same. “Here’s my number. Text me tomorrow, okay?” You nod as you quickly create him a contact and slip your phone back in your pocket.
He blushes as he pulls you in by the waist, and you crane your neck to meet his gaze.
“I had a really nice time tonight, Y/N. I mean it. Thanks for coming over.”
You can tell he’s still worried about you leaving. You reach up and cup his face with both hands with a reassuring look. “We’ll figure it out, okay?”
He nods, pulling you closer. “We’ll figure it out.”
He moves one of his hands up to your face and pulls you in for a long, sweet kiss. And just when he decides to pull away, you hear the door open. He quickly removes his hand from your waist, and you scoot a few inches away from him, as if they didn’t just watch the whole thing.
“Oh, Akaashi! You’re so sweet! Thank you for not letting Y/N walk home alone,” Yachi beams, and he smiles, hands in his pockets.
“Of course. Just wanted her to be safe. It was nice meeting you all today.”
“You know, we’re all going out for dinner tomorrow, Akaashi, you should come,” Kiyoko pipes up from the doorway, and you look at him, genuinely curious at what his response would be.
But the second he looks into your eyes again, he’s made his decision. “I’d love to go. I get off at 7, if that’s okay?”
Yachi dramatically nods. “Of course that’s fine! You can just meet us back here!”
He bows with a contented smile. “I’ll see you then. You guys have a good night, bye.” He exits bluntly, but his gaze lingers on you a little longer before he can force himself to fully turn around and walk up the driveway.
The second he’s facing away, you’re being pulled by your wrist into the villa and within 10 seconds, the three of you are on the couch uncorking a fresh bottle of wine.
Kiyoko passes you a glass and gives you a knowing glance.
“Soooo… tell us everything. ”