Dreams {Reader X Jirou Akutagawa}



Jirou found himself peacefully asleep again, the gentle scent of her hair greeting him with every breath he took. Even in his sleeping state he could feel her fingers raking though his locks in that soothing way she did.

Something in his dream, one that had been proclaiming itself as his one desire for the past few weeks, caused him to stir. His eyes flickered open to find the book of poems she had checked out from the library earlier that day in her smaller hand. The poem, he discovered, was a sappy love/misery poem titled “Annabel Lee” …more or less… Jirou never was that good at English…

“Mnn…________…” Jirou’s eyes met hers as he rose to look at her content face.

A coy smile rose on her lips. “Hi, sleepy head.”

Stretching, he pulled his arms up above his head and let out a yawn. “How long have I been out?”

“About an hour. But it won’t start getting dark for a while and the school will be open for a bit longer. You can rest some more if you like.”

He yawned again, but flashed her his boyish smile. “Ah, are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, Jirou-senpai.” Her book snapped shut and she beamed to him her own girlish smile. His head now occupied her lap as he shifted his position.

“Okay, but I want to sleep like this, _________-chan…”

“That’s fine.” Light blush was visible on her cheeks, and the same rose on his own as wind blew at just the right moment and ruffled through her hair. He couldn’t resist. With her eyes closed from the smile, she did not see when he leaned up and placed a feathery kiss on her lips. “Ah! Wha-what was that?”

“Stop calling me senpai, ________-chan.”

There, maybe that dream would leave him alone now.

Panties {Reader X Sengoku Kiyosumi}

It was late, very late, and three days into the training camp attended by both the Boy’s and the Girl’s Yamabuki Tennis Clubs. And, being the Kiyosumi “Lucky” Sengoku, how could he resist a little good-natured pervertedness? Every single person got their own log cabin, which, luckily for him, were quite easy to break into with a simple bobby-pin.

After picking the lock to the first cabin he stuffed the pin back into his hair for easy access. The door swung open and he mini-fist-pumped for victory. Slowly and carefully, he slipped into the dark building.

Darkness was a good thing. Yes, a very good thing. The bedroom was pitch back, making it impossible to see even his own hand in front of his face. Even so, he could just tell where to go. Plus the flashlight helped…

Without even looking towards the bed he slunk over to the dresser and pulled out the top drawer.

Jackpot!

The first pair he pulled out were lacy, black, and, though they didn’t look like something that should be worn during Tennis, highly pleasing. Sengoku smirked through the rest of the drawer, losing little chuckles every-so-often.

Suddenly, the light clicked on. When he whirled around he came face-to-face with none other than ________, ________. “Ah! ____-__________-chan! W-what are you doing awake!?!?” Sengoku stuttered. Then he saw what she was wearing; a smirk. Not just a smirk, but a smirk and some very suggestive lingerie. A pink bra with pink translucent cloth hanging from the bottom, dotted with even pinker hearts, and finally some lacy pink underwear with allure that could rival that of the black pair Sengoku had found minutes ago.

“Kiyosumi-senpai…” her eye brow rose up in questioning. “Why are you going though that?” She sauntered over to his blushing form, her smirk only becoming all the more powerful. “You know, senpai, I look even better without this on.”